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The trinket shop owner said with a chuckle as he counted the money up. ``How many weeks has it been since you started looking at it?''\n\n\t``About 3, I guess, but hey, it's a nice belt y'know?''\n\n\tThe shop owner simply gave a smile as he handed it over. ``I'm no tailor, but if I had to guess, It's like, exactly your size too!''\n\n\tSeth looked at the shop owner with suspicion in his eyes. Sure he wasn't as skinny as he used to be, but the belt buckle itself looked wider than his torso. It felt like it'd take months of training and bulking to even wear the thing. Nevertheless, he got it put into a plastic bag, and he went on his way. Leaving the shop and heading back towards his apartment, every so often he'd reach down, feeling the near-authentic belt. Each time, he felt a bit more curious about it, could it actually fit? Is it just supposed to wrap around double? Maybe more like a corset or something?\n\n\tBy the time he finished his 5 minute walk home, he went straight from his front door to the mirror, pulling out the belt. He wrapped it around himself, noticing a few notches and hooks. He hooked the tightest notch, and it was... large. He knew that if he let go, it'd fall to the floor, just like his hopes. There was a part of him that had been looking for strength through the belt, something to help him strive to actually keep going to the gym. He sighed, his back arching down, ``I knew this was a stupid idea... guess I should go see if the shop does refunds...''\n\n\tHe slumped further, and for a mere second, the skin of his back was exposed, his shirt riding just a little higher. The belt made contact. Seth let go of the belt dejectedly, but it didn't fall. Simply resting against his legs. Seth kept waiting for the clank of metal against the wooden floor, but it never came. Opening his eyes slowly, not sure what he was expecting or wanting to see, he watched as the belt not only stayed attached to him by some shape or form, but started... shrinking? He touched and felt around for what the belt was latched onto. Feeling around his back... he found it stuck to his skin.\n\n\tSeth tried to pull it free, but it wouldn't come. In fact, tugging on it was... painful. It was like it had latched itself into his skin, rather than just on. He started to panic, tugging at the belt, trying to open it, anything to get it off. Each attempt seemed to make the belt tighten faster and faster, until it was right against his waist. But yet, the pants and shirt were still there. It wasn't latching through those... he silently rejoiced, thinking the fabric would keep him at bay, until he felt... a warmth. It started where the belt connected to him, and slowly but surely heated the entire belt. He looked for anything that could help him out of this, but it was too late. Whatever the belt was doing, it was destroying his shirt and pants, and with each passing second, the belt connected to his body in a new location across his waist. It wasn't long until he felt it completely connect, and with a snap, his pants fell, boxers falling with it. He winced, looking away, he didn't want to see what was happening. But he forced himself to look down once more once he felt a distinctively warm, gooey substance covering his crotch. Slowly the black liquid grew, down his cheeks and crept around. Seth couldn't help but watch as the stretchy gunk grabbed hold of his genitals, quickly covering them. He felt a warm sensation for no more than a few seconds, before the entire felt... numb. He reached down, trying to pull the latex off, but to no avail. It would stretch forward maybe an inch, but he couldn't even peel it off the sides. By the time he gave up, the thong was complete, his entire crotch covered in the thick black sheen.\n\n\tSeth knew he needed help. However, in his attempt to run out of the apartment for help, he could only take one step before the belt let out a hissing sound. His leg muscles stopped working, as if paralyzed, and worse yet, he felt a shockwave up his spine, that seemed to temporarily nullify his vocal cords. He tried to scream, but nothing more came out. It was like the belt was toying with Seth, forcing him to watch it do it's work. But that was when the first wave hit.\n\n\tIt was like a rush of adrenaline, followed by what Seth could only describe as a full body sneeze. In an instant, each of his muscles, starting from his abdomen and working up, puffed out in succession. His pecs went from near flat against his abs, to thick pillows that any bodybuilder would be proud to have. His triceps and biceps extended, and with a limited movability the belt granted him, he was allowed to flex them, moving them around. \n\n\tSeth was amazed. There was a part of him that believed he'd never get to this point, yet here he was, practically turning into an Adonis with ease thanks to this belt! He wondered why he never got it sooner, and for once since putting the belt on, he felt joy and excitement. His legs thickened, he felt his bodyweight shift, the floorboards beneath him creaked as his center of gravity shifted, and even better, he could see the small bulge within that tight thong grow and grow, though he still couldn't touch or feel anything. \n\n\tIt was a miracle; he was a hunk! Though with each bump and pulse of growing muscle, he wondered when exactly it was going to stop, his chin already buried under pecs. Practically as sound as Seth thought about it though, he felt his entire head rack with pain, like his entire skull was breaking apart and reforming over and over. At first, he thought it was just the belt trying to make a more proportionate head, but then... a clump of hair fell out. Then two. Then five. The pain made it hard for him to even move his arms, but looking down at them, they seemed to be having their own issues. Veins moved and parted, before 3 rather large veins slid to the front of his skin, then popped out. Looking back at the mirror, he could only watch as his mouth and jaw stretched out, fangs sharpening, jaw line becoming sharper and squarer, and three bone protrusions slowly pushing their way out of his head.\n\n\tAt this point, Seth had no doubts on the belt's intentions. With each new addition to his body, he saw himself turn further into a Machoke, just like the belt he wore. Sure enough, the third wave brought the signature mauve skin to his body, creeping out from the belt in a slow, almost taunting fashion. As he watched his skin go from a smooth white to a rough, calloused, textured mauve, he finally heard one of his screams again. But it wasn't how he expected. ``C-CHOKE! MACHO- Ma... choke?'' He was taken aback. At first, it sounded like his own voice simply making Machoke calls, but with each passing second, his voice dropped, pitch by pitch, until it was a low, powerful sound that sent shivers down his spine. `I can sound like that?' Seth thought to himself, feeling his chest and lungs. As the skin over them turned, he couldn't help but feel like even his lungs became more powerful, sucking in more air than usual. \n\n\tAs the final few pieces fell into place, the newly formed Machoke looked over himself. He didn't know what to do. His entire life from this point would have to change.... and then what? Was he just supposed to accept that? Though, Machoke life couldn't be that bad, no bills, living out in the wild, punching anything that got in his way... He was almost starting to enjoy the thought, a new life of his own, when he heard the door open.\n\n\tThere was a pit in his stomach, he realized he came in with such a hurry he forgot to lock the door behind him. It must've been one of his neighbors coming to check on him... what would they think about a random, wild Machoke in his room? `Hopefully it's not the landlord' Seth thought to himself, But what he saw step into his bedroom was much, much worse.\n\n\tThe store owner stood there in front of him, a wicked grin on his face, like he planned this all out. The Machoke couldn't even yell, or punch, or anything before a black ball was thrown at him. In an instant, he vanished into it. \n\n\tSeth struggled in the ball, punching various pieces, in hopes that something would break him free. But with a click behind him, he heard various mechanical hisses and clunking sounds around him, as the ball settled into place. The entire ball was dark, no windows out, no lights, just a pure, black darkness that encapsulated him. Eventually, he could he a distinct, robot voice within the ball. ``Registered: Machoke, male, level 37. Preparing for Domestication Procedures.''\n\n\tIn an instant, the Machoke felt his strong hands and feet pulled apart, in an X formation. Not even his newfound strength could rip him away, and with each tug, he heard the ball speak to him, as if a speaker was placed inside of his brain. ``Do not resist. It will only make it worse.'' \n\n\tThe Machoke growled out, he knew the ball was right, Pokemon got caught in these things constantly, but yet, he wasn't a Pokemon! Well, at least he wasn't always a Pokemon. There had to be some kind of failsafe for these types of situations... right? In the meantime, he relaxed, still defiant, but simply deciding to bide his time until he found the correct opportunity. That was when he felt something strange, uncomfortable, yet... strangely pleasurable. A tingling, vibrating sensation against his nipples. He blushed, though it wasn't visible in the darkness. For once since the transformation, he could feel a stirring in his loins, his slowly rising erection pushing against the tough, tight latex of his thong. Was this how Pokemon were domesticated in these things? \n\n\tIt only got more sexual from there. He felt his cock grabbed through his thong, It almost felt like a hand, but still felt strangely... mechanical, like it was sucking his covered cock. As the Machoke threw his head back, the ball seemed to taunt him with its' progress. ``Domestication progress at 15%, preparing hypnosis files...''\n\n\tIn an instant, Seth's mind went from a near silence, to being barraged by multiple voices at once, each sounding different, each with it's own thing to say, but yet all speaking lewdly to him. \n\n\t``Good Breeding stud...'' One said, sounding like it came from the left.\n\n\t``So strong for master...'' Another said, somewhere to the right.\n\n\t``You want to share that virile seed with everyone'' from somewhere below him.\n\n\t``You want that thick cock in any hole you can...'' from somewhere far above.\n\n\tWith each voice, the Machoke felt something odd. Like a trailing hand against one of his muscles. Each voice came with its' own hand, some gentle and light, giving gentle touches. Some more rough, squeezing and manhandling his pecs and biceps. The worst were the ones on his upper thighs, occasionally feeling up against his ass, slapping the well-toned cheeks. \n\n\tIt was humiliating. Seth felt like a piece of meat to the hands and voices, just some toy to play with. But with each new voice, re-assuring him of his place... There was a lingering thought in his mind. Would it be so bad to be domesticated? If he got this treatment every time he was in the ball, what could be so bad about it? Sure, his new trainer tricked him, but... what could be so bad?\n\n\tOutside the ball, the shop owner had returned to his shop, sitting in the backrooms on the store computer. He looked over emails, hoping to have gotten a reply to the success of his mission. Refreshing over and over, until finally.... A new message popped up from his boss\n\n``Grunt 487,\n\n\tExcellent work on making use of the belt, and it's great to hear the experiment went so smoothly. Please download the files given below and Install them to the Lust Ball, then report to me once finished.\n\n\t-Admin Uranus''\n\nBelow the email was a small file, labelled simply ``Mudsdale DNA''. The grunt looked at the file name, and then at the ball. ``What's the point of this?'' he muttered to himself, yet nonetheless placed the ball onto the PC's slot, dragging the file over...\n\n\tInside the ball, the Machoke was still getting pleasured, when a bright screen showed in front of him. It was the first time he could see since being placed inside the ball, and seeing the ghostly apparitions of hands stroking against him was all the terrifying, yet invigorating. Not only that, but seeing his cock standing proud within it's tight confinements, the large tip near perfectly outlined in the stretchy latex... it was even more arousing. However, the Machoke's attention was jerked back, upon seeing the words ``Mudsdale DNA Downloading...'' on the bright screen. He barely questioned it, his mind past the point of questioning why a Machoke needed that. It wasn't until he felt a strong surge within his crotch that the DNA became apparent, his bulge growing out further and further, the stretchy confinements struggling to hold it down. The tip changed form with each pulse outward, and before long, there was a snap. Then another. Holes appeared in the latex. It could barely keep itself together, and with one, loud snap, the thong fell apart. \n\n\tWith this, the Machoke threw his head back. The feeling of his cock being free, the weight of it finally able to hang normally, and each throb making the entire thing shoot up. He grunted and moaned, with the hands and voices taking notice. Quickly they rushed to the ever-growing member, whispering sweet nothings to him.\n\n\t``That's it stud... let that giant thing out...''\n\n\t``Starting to enjoy things aren't we?''\n\n\t``Seems like someone is getting close...''\n\n\t\n\n\tThe Machoke grunted with each hand's stroke, each working independently, yet cohesively, and as he looked down at his newly formed Mudsdale cock, he barely noticed, let alone cared, that there was anything different. All he cared about were those thick nuts below him, the size of Oran berries at this point, hanging below him, churning with virile jizz. But he quickly realized... these hands were pleasurable, almost too pleasurable. But they had no intentions of letting him cum. Every time he got close, he felt them slow down, their voices calming him ever so sneakily.\n\n\t``No need to get off so quick bud...''\n\n\t``Where's the rush?''\n\n\tHe couldn't take it, he needed something he could fuck, anything. He struggled to get release, humping those hands, his balls bouncing and jumping, begging for some kind of release. But for the time being... that's how he stayed. The ball had finished its' domestication sequence, though the Machoke didn't particularly care, let alone hear the ball's signaling Ping of completion. When the light turned off, signaling the completion of the DNA, he didn't worry. His only focus was cumming, and until he was released from the ball... that was how he would stay.\n\n\tThe ball rustled gently as the shop owner drove. Traffic was horrible, he had been waiting for at least an hour trying to get to the Galactic headquarters. He looked down at the Lust Ball, smirking softly. He knew there was a reason that the new admin wanted this specific Pokemon and in this specific ball. Considering the Mudsdale DNA... It clicked. He shivered slightly, glad it wasn't him in there, before continuing his drive, the person in front of him pulling forward. \n\n\tWithin a few minutes, the grunt pulled into the hidden garage of Galactic HQ, grabbing the ball, yet careful not to open. According to his supervisors, anything caught with the ball could be practically feral with lust, and given a Machoke's strength... plus that Mudsdale DNA... he shivered at the thought.\n\n\tWalking into the elevator, the grunt went straight to Uranus' floor, knowing the new boss was rather particular about timing. He realized that he'd never seen the new admin. Sure they messaged him often with the new assignment, but given his recent arrival and his standing... he never really found time to meet him.\n\n\tAs the doors opened, the grunt saw him. Uranus stood there with a grim look on his face. ``You're late, come with me.''\n\n\tUranus was... definitely not what the grunt expected. A lithe figure, pale complexion, feminine face, slightly wide hips... and a mess of long cerulean hair that fell to his neck. His outfit was no different than a normal admins, sleek white and black, form fitting, suit that seemed to outline his every feature. It almost looked like he wore makeup to keep his cheeks looking soft and his lips so plump, but the grunt dared not to ask. He held the ball outwards to Uranus, his hand shaking ever so slightly. ``The Machoke subject, as you requested. DNA files have been downloaded and has not been let out of his ball since capture.''\n\n\tUranus looked at the ball coldly, inspecting each and every facet, line, and scratch. ``so after you captured it, you let it out?'' he asked. His voice felt teasing, but his face showed that he was no laughing matter. \n\n\t``N-no no! Once I c-captured him h-he stayed in the ball! Please f-forgive my slip of tongue,'' The grunt said, bowing his head. \n\n\tUranus threw the ball in the air, catching it in his hand once more, before finally deeming it necessary to look back at the grunt. ``You are finished here. Stay tuned on your next assignment... and here's your reward.'' \n\n\tUranus fished around in his back pocket, before pulling out a pokeball, and handing it to the grunt. ``It's a Gabite, go crazy.'' He said turning away. As he did, heading towards his office, he couldn't help but smile. The perfect Machoke, and soon... well, that counted as a trade, didn't it?\n\n\tWalking into his office and lab space, he quickly shut the large metal door behind him, a loud `KER-CHUNK' from the locking mechanism as he did so. His hands practically trembled as he held the ball up... but not yet. It was too soon.\n\n\t\n\n\tThe Machoke couldn't tell how long it'd been. Those teasing, edging hands stroking, teasing, playing... was he ever going to be let out? Was this his eternal torture...? As he thought these things, a crack of bright light streaked through the ball. Before the Machoke could even process, the white streak enveloped him, forcing him to wince his eyes shut, his whole body grabbed by the light.... and shoved out.\n\n\tHe first noticed his feet touching the ground. Then the freedom of his arms. He opened his eyes to look around, seeing the strange room around him. It was foreign, cold, and bleak, white walls with strange tech, empty metal tables, and in front of him... a twink. For Seth, it would've been a scientist. For a regular Machoke, it would've been a strange human, But this particular Machoke? He was a cute, tight, twink. \n\n\tThough it wasn't like he'd have much time to process, before he felt a lurch in his stomach. From his core, a white light was surrounding him. Was he getting sucked back into the ball? Mere seconds after meeting his new twink master? I-it couldn't be! But he didn't feel a sucking force, pulling him out. In fact, as the light enveloped his body once more, he could feel a different force. Something expanding within him, like a fire being fed fuel. His body ached, the feeling of muscles separating, getting stronger with each push, his transformation further exemplified by his oversensitive cock splitting evenly down the middle into two, equally large cocks. It was quick, in fact quicker than his original transformation if he could even remember it, but none the less, as the white glow faded away, he was no longer just a Machoke. He was a Machamp.\n\n\tUranus stood before him, biting his lip. Those two perfect cocks, those chiseled muscles, that cocky smile... he barely even knew where to start. With a strict, dominating walk, he approached the Machamp. ``I am admin Uranus, of Team Galactic.'' \n\n\tThe Machamp couldn't make out the words. However, he felt a certain understanding, like this was an introduction. He flexed his four arms, giving a cocky grin to the twink below. ``Machamp!'' he said in a bellowing voice, watching his new master's knees quiver at the sound. The Machamp watched as the new master strode to a nearby table, and pulled open a drawer, revealing thick, black straps. \n\n\tUranus let out a teasing giggle as the black straps were brought out, bringing them up to the Machamp. First taking a large strap piece with six sides, he put it on the Machamp, albeit requiring a chair to lift it overtop of his head. Each strap fit between his arms and head snugly, as if custom made for Machamp of his size, before they were pulled taut, showing off his rippling pecs further as they bulged between the surprisingly comforting leather. Cuffs were attached to his wrists and arms before being clipped behind his back.\n\n\tThe Machamp knew these frail bindings couldn't keep him down, and with a mere tug they'd come loose, but yet, something about his new master putting them on seemed to make it impossible for them to come loose. \n\n\t``Such a good boy for me, so loyal already and we've barely known each other! Now...'' the slim scientist kneeled down, his legs parted, his hair combed back, and his eyes glaring daggers into the Machamp. ``Let's see what we can do about these big meat sticks of yours.''\n\n\tA single, fleeting touch was all it took to get the Machamp to freeze up. His cocks were so sensitive from the ball, and just the slightest sensation made his huge orbs churn with the load denied by his containment. The admin giggled at the sudden reaction. ``Hmm... seems our experiments with that Lust Ball were a success, you'd probably be ready to fuck anything and everything... Perhaps even me?''\n\n\tThe Machamp didn't understand what his new master was saying. But yet, something about it was driving him insane. The teasing voice, the phrasing, it was so provocative. It drove him wild, what would've thrown him into a rampage against the boi instead throwing him into something of a begging state, on his knees, his cocks prodding against the twink's waist, and drool dripping down his cheeks and chin. ``Ma... Champ... Ma... Champ...''\n\n\tUranus watched the Machamp beg, his twin cocks already leaking pre. He smiled devilishly, as he spread his legs ever so slightly, sliding the two cocks between his thighs, and squeezing lightly as he walked his way forward to his Pokemon's crotch. With each step, tight fabric rubbed against the two aching members, the scientist watching the Machamp throw his head back in agonizing pleasure. He could hear the panting, the ever so slight whining of the masculine Pokemon. Trailing fingers down the Machamp's body, the scientist took in every piece of what he knew would be his new favorite Pokemon. As he stroked and massaged the big pecs, a teasing hand rubbed against the big cockheads behind him. \n\n\tThe Machamp groaned out. Something about his new master doing this, rather than those virtual hands... drove him insane, and yet he wanted more. He could feel his master's small bulge against him, he knew that the twink was enjoying this, and yet... before he could even settle into this new routine, the human got off of him, taking a few steps back. Did he do something wrong? He looked up, worry in his eyes quickly turning to lust as he watched his master disrobe, his smooth body practically glistening against the harsh lights of the laboratory. He kneeled in front of the Machamp once more, the two making eye contact, before the scientist dove in.\n\n\tUranus forced the large bottom cock into his mouth, the flared head filling his mouth to the point where he could barely move. With each second, he wet the large cock with his saliva, tasting the thick Machamp musk that emanated from the hemipenes. Pulling back, he knew this strategy wasn't working. He left once more, grabbing a large bottle of lube from the same drawer as the straps, before pouring it on copiously to the Machamp's thick log of a cock. \n\n\tThe Machamp watched with begging eyes as Uranus took a few stretches, apparently getting himself ready. He knew this was it, the moment, His time. As Uranus put that cute, bleached pucker against his large cock... he prepared himself to go buck wild. Uranus grunted, the head stretching him wide. It took a few attempts, and some extra stretching, but once the duo felt that thick cock head pop into that tight hole... they both knew there was no going back.\n\n\tMetal shrapnel flew as the clips keeping the Machamp's cuffs together broke. Two hands grabbed the twink's legs, pulling them wide, and the other two gently held Uranus up, against his other member. The Machamp lost all thought, his body moving on it's own with each rough thrust. Uranus could barely think either, his mind flooded with the painful, pleasurable sensations of the thick member bulging through his stomach. He latched onto the upper cock for support, though that left him basically hugging and stroking the Machamp. \n\n\tThe Machamp grunted and huffed with each thrust. It was like fate had finally blessed him with what he truly deserved, and looking down at the twink, he felt a connection between them, something he knew would keep them like this for a long time... and the simple thought of that made him tense.\n\n\tUranus couldn't believe the thrusting suddenly got rougher, his Pokemon using his body as nothing more than a fleshlight, and yet with each increase in speed, each feeling of those thick nuts slapping against his ass, it wasn't long until his eyes rolled back, drool falling from his mouth, and a thick rope of cum shot from his, comparably, tiny cock. \n\n\tTighter and tighter that small hole clenched around the Machamp's horsecock. He couldn't take it. ``M-MAAAAAAACHAAAAAAAAMP!'' he roared as he slammed the scientist down to the base, his lower cock flooding the twink's stomach with thick, musky cum that shot its' way through his intestine. The upper cock shot rope after thick rope of musky cum onto Uranus' hair and over his face, leaving nothing but a white glob of cum where his head once was. Uranus drank whatever fell into his mouth, the musky cum, combined with the cock sweat he was getting rubbed against him, would probably never completely come out, marking the scientist with the Machamp's scent. \n\n\tFor a few seconds they stayed like this, in pure, unadulterated bliss, before the scientist went limp. His body couldn't take the sensations, and yet... as he faded away, he knew that he'd be doing the same thing once he woke up. For now though, he sighed, drifting away in the Machamp's arms, as the last few dribbles poured into his stomach.\n\n\tThe Machamp, however, had other plans. He took a few minutes to recover, his cocks finally free of all the teasing of his pokeball. In fact... as long as he wasn't in the ball, he might as well take advantage of the freedom, no? Walking up to the door-like structure, he punched it open, having no knowledge of how to open it otherwise. In front of him, were row after row of random humans of varying shapes and sizes looking at him from strange cube spaces. Though it wasn't a big issue to him.\n\n\tJust meant there was an audience for round two.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Belt you'll hate this title

By Ourboiroy / Magnate

Seth looked over the belt, in its pristine glass case. Every day for weeks he's been looking at this faux Machoke belt, and its hefty price tag. Each day walking to the store, looking at it, and then walking home. Some might've thought he was crazy, why not just get a Machoke yourself? But Seth was never one for actually training Pokemon, or even keeping one at home, especially when his apartment just kicked out someone last week for a Muk incident... besides, he found having Pokemon paraphernalia to be a fun hobby! Cosplay, costumes... for the occasional special someone perhaps a kink.

\tNone the less, Seth looked down at the wad of cash in his hand, and then back at the belt. Sure it looked real, perhaps even a bit too real, but was this amount of money really necessary? Another glance at the money, then the belt. He handed the money forward. ``Damn man, thought you'd never buy the thing.'' The trinket shop owner said with a chuckle as he counted the money up. ``How many weeks has it been since you started looking at it?''

\t``About 3, I guess, but hey, it's a nice belt y'know?''

\tThe shop owner simply gave a smile as he handed it over. ``I'm no tailor, but if I had to guess, It's like, exactly your size too!''

\tSeth looked at the shop owner with suspicion in his eyes. Sure he wasn't as skinny as he used to be, but the belt buckle itself looked wider than his torso. It felt like it'd take months of training and bulking to even wear the thing. Nevertheless, he got it put into a plastic bag, and he went on his way. Leaving the shop and heading back towards his apartment, every so often he'd reach down, feeling the near-authentic belt. Each time, he felt a bit more curious about it, could it actually fit? Is it just supposed to wrap around double? Maybe more like a corset or something?

\tBy the time he finished his 5 minute walk home, he went straight from his front door to the mirror, pulling out the belt. He wrapped it around himself, noticing a few notches and hooks. He hooked the tightest notch, and it was... large. He knew that if he let go, it'd fall to the floor, just like his hopes. There was a part of him that had been looking for strength through the belt, something to help him strive to actually keep going to the gym. He sighed, his back arching down, ``I knew this was a stupid idea... guess I should go see if the shop does refunds...''

\tHe slumped further, and for a mere second, the skin of his back was exposed, his shirt riding just a little higher. The belt made contact. Seth let go of the belt dejectedly, but it didn't fall. Simply resting against his legs. Seth kept waiting for the clank of metal against the wooden floor, but it never came. Opening his eyes slowly, not sure what he was expecting or wanting to see, he watched as the belt not only stayed attached to him by some shape or form, but started... shrinking? He touched and felt around for what the belt was latched onto. Feeling around his back... he found it stuck to his skin.

\tSeth tried to pull it free, but it wouldn't come. In fact, tugging on it was... painful. It was like it had latched itself into his skin, rather than just on. He started to panic, tugging at the belt, trying to open it, anything to get it off. Each attempt seemed to make the belt tighten faster and faster, until it was right against his waist. But yet, the pants and shirt were still there. It wasn't latching through those... he silently rejoiced, thinking the fabric would keep him at bay, until he felt... a warmth. It started where the belt connected to him, and slowly but surely heated the entire belt. He looked for anything that could help him out of this, but it was too late. Whatever the belt was doing, it was destroying his shirt and pants, and with each passing second, the belt connected to his body in a new location across his waist. It wasn't long until he felt it completely connect, and with a snap, his pants fell, boxers falling with it. He winced, looking away, he didn't want to see what was happening. But he forced himself to look down once more once he felt a distinctively warm, gooey substance covering his crotch. Slowly the black liquid grew, down his cheeks and crept around. Seth couldn't help but watch as the stretchy gunk grabbed hold of his genitals, quickly covering them. He felt a warm sensation for no more than a few seconds, before the entire felt... numb. He reached down, trying to pull the latex off, but to no avail. It would stretch forward maybe an inch, but he couldn't even peel it off the sides. By the time he gave up, the thong was complete, his entire crotch covered in the thick black sheen.

\tSeth knew he needed help. However, in his attempt to run out of the apartment for help, he could only take one step before the belt let out a hissing sound. His leg muscles stopped working, as if paralyzed, and worse yet, he felt a shockwave up his spine, that seemed to temporarily nullify his vocal cords. He tried to scream, but nothing more came out. It was like the belt was toying with Seth, forcing him to watch it do it's work. But that was when the first wave hit.

\tIt was like a rush of adrenaline, followed by what Seth could only describe as a full body sneeze. In an instant, each of his muscles, starting from his abdomen and working up, puffed out in succession. His pecs went from near flat against his abs, to thick pillows that any bodybuilder would be proud to have. His triceps and biceps extended, and with a limited movability the belt granted him, he was allowed to flex them, moving them around.

\tSeth was amazed. There was a part of him that believed he'd never get to this point, yet here he was, practically turning into an Adonis with ease thanks to this belt! He wondered why he never got it sooner, and for once since putting the belt on, he felt joy and excitement. His legs thickened, he felt his bodyweight shift, the floorboards beneath him creaked as his center of gravity shifted, and even better, he could see the small bulge within that tight thong grow and grow, though he still couldn't touch or feel anything.

\tIt was a miracle; he was a hunk! Though with each bump and pulse of growing muscle, he wondered when exactly it was going to stop, his chin already buried under pecs. Practically as sound as Seth thought about it though, he felt his entire head rack with pain, like his entire skull was breaking apart and reforming over and over. At first, he thought it was just the belt trying to make a more proportionate head, but then... a clump of hair fell out. Then two. Then five. The pain made it hard for him to even move his arms, but looking down at them, they seemed to be having their own issues. Veins moved and parted, before 3 rather large veins slid to the front of his skin, then popped out. Looking back at the mirror, he could only watch as his mouth and jaw stretched out, fangs sharpening, jaw line becoming sharper and squarer, and three bone protrusions slowly pushing their way out of his head.

\tAt this point, Seth had no doubts on the belt's intentions. With each new addition to his body, he saw himself turn further into a Machoke, just like the belt he wore. Sure enough, the third wave brought the signature mauve skin to his body, creeping out from the belt in a slow, almost taunting fashion. As he watched his skin go from a smooth white to a rough, calloused, textured mauve, he finally heard one of his screams again. But it wasn't how he expected. ``C-CHOKE! MACHO- Ma... choke?'' He was taken aback. At first, it sounded like his own voice simply making Machoke calls, but with each passing second, his voice dropped, pitch by pitch, until it was a low, powerful sound that sent shivers down his spine. `I can sound like that?' Seth thought to himself, feeling his chest and lungs. As the skin over them turned, he couldn't help but feel like even his lungs became more powerful, sucking in more air than usual.

\tAs the final few pieces fell into place, the newly formed Machoke looked over himself. He didn't know what to do. His entire life from this point would have to change.... and then what? Was he just supposed to accept that? Though, Machoke life couldn't be that bad, no bills, living out in the wild, punching anything that got in his way... He was almost starting to enjoy the thought, a new life of his own, when he heard the door open.

\tThere was a pit in his stomach, he realized he came in with such a hurry he forgot to lock the door behind him. It must've been one of his neighbors coming to check on him... what would they think about a random, wild Machoke in his room? `Hopefully it's not the landlord' Seth thought to himself, But what he saw step into his bedroom was much, much worse.

\tThe store owner stood there in front of him, a wicked grin on his face, like he planned this all out. The Machoke couldn't even yell, or punch, or anything before a black ball was thrown at him. In an instant, he vanished into it.

\tSeth struggled in the ball, punching various pieces, in hopes that something would break him free. But with a click behind him, he heard various mechanical hisses and clunking sounds around him, as the ball settled into place. The entire ball was dark, no windows out, no lights, just a pure, black darkness that encapsulated him. Eventually, he could he a distinct, robot voice within the ball. ``Registered: Machoke, male, level 37. Preparing for Domestication Procedures.''

\tIn an instant, the Machoke felt his strong hands and feet pulled apart, in an X formation. Not even his newfound strength could rip him away, and with each tug, he heard the ball speak to him, as if a speaker was placed inside of his brain. ``Do not resist. It will only make it worse.''

\tThe Machoke growled out, he knew the ball was right, Pokemon got caught in these things constantly, but yet, he wasn't a Pokemon! Well, at least he wasn't always a Pokemon. There had to be some kind of failsafe for these types of situations... right? In the meantime, he relaxed, still defiant, but simply deciding to bide his time until he found the correct opportunity. That was when he felt something strange, uncomfortable, yet... strangely pleasurable. A tingling, vibrating sensation against his nipples. He blushed, though it wasn't visible in the darkness. For once since the transformation, he could feel a stirring in his loins, his slowly rising erection pushing against the tough, tight latex of his thong. Was this how Pokemon were domesticated in these things?

\tIt only got more sexual from there. He felt his cock grabbed through his thong, It almost felt like a hand, but still felt strangely... mechanical, like it was sucking his covered cock. As the Machoke threw his head back, the ball seemed to taunt him with its' progress. ``Domestication progress at 15%, preparing hypnosis files...''

\tIn an instant, Seth's mind went from a near silence, to being barraged by multiple voices at once, each sounding different, each with it's own thing to say, but yet all speaking lewdly to him.

\t``Good Breeding stud...'' One said, sounding like it came from the left.

\t``So strong for master...'' Another said, somewhere to the right.

\t``You want to share that virile seed with everyone'' from somewhere below him.

\t``You want that thick cock in any hole you can...'' from somewhere far above.

\tWith each voice, the Machoke felt something odd. Like a trailing hand against one of his muscles. Each voice came with its' own hand, some gentle and light, giving gentle touches. Some more rough, squeezing and manhandling his pecs and biceps. The worst were the ones on his upper thighs, occasionally feeling up against his ass, slapping the well-toned cheeks.

\tIt was humiliating. Seth felt like a piece of meat to the hands and voices, just some toy to play with. But with each new voice, re-assuring him of his place... There was a lingering thought in his mind. Would it be so bad to be domesticated? If he got this treatment every time he was in the ball, what could be so bad about it? Sure, his new trainer tricked him, but... what could be so bad?

\tOutside the ball, the shop owner had returned to his shop, sitting in the backrooms on the store computer. He looked over emails, hoping to have gotten a reply to the success of his mission. Refreshing over and over, until finally.... A new message popped up from his boss

``Grunt 487,

\tExcellent work on making use of the belt, and it's great to hear the experiment went so smoothly. Please download the files given below and Install them to the Lust Ball, then report to me once finished.

\t-Admin Uranus''

Below the email was a small file, labelled simply ``Mudsdale DNA''. The grunt looked at the file name, and then at the ball. ``What's the point of this?'' he muttered to himself, yet nonetheless placed the ball onto the PC's slot, dragging the file over...

\tInside the ball, the Machoke was still getting pleasured, when a bright screen showed in front of him. It was the first time he could see since being placed inside the ball, and seeing the ghostly apparitions of hands stroking against him was all the terrifying, yet invigorating. Not only that, but seeing his cock standing proud within it's tight confinements, the large tip near perfectly outlined in the stretchy latex... it was even more arousing. However, the Machoke's attention was jerked back, upon seeing the words ``Mudsdale DNA Downloading...'' on the bright screen. He barely questioned it, his mind past the point of questioning why a Machoke needed that. It wasn't until he felt a strong surge within his crotch that the DNA became apparent, his bulge growing out further and further, the stretchy confinements struggling to hold it down. The tip changed form with each pulse outward, and before long, there was a snap. Then another. Holes appeared in the latex. It could barely keep itself together, and with one, loud snap, the thong fell apart.

\tWith this, the Machoke threw his head back. The feeling of his cock being free, the weight of it finally able to hang normally, and each throb making the entire thing shoot up. He grunted and moaned, with the hands and voices taking notice. Quickly they rushed to the ever-growing member, whispering sweet nothings to him.

\t``That's it stud... let that giant thing out...''

\t``Starting to enjoy things aren't we?''

\t``Seems like someone is getting close...''

\t

\tThe Machoke grunted with each hand's stroke, each working independently, yet cohesively, and as he looked down at his newly formed Mudsdale cock, he barely noticed, let alone cared, that there was anything different. All he cared about were those thick nuts below him, the size of Oran berries at this point, hanging below him, churning with virile jizz. But he quickly realized... these hands were pleasurable, almost too pleasurable. But they had no intentions of letting him cum. Every time he got close, he felt them slow down, their voices calming him ever so sneakily.

\t``No need to get off so quick bud...''

\t``Where's the rush?''

\tHe couldn't take it, he needed something he could fuck, anything. He struggled to get release, humping those hands, his balls bouncing and jumping, begging for some kind of release. But for the time being... that's how he stayed. The ball had finished its' domestication sequence, though the Machoke didn't particularly care, let alone hear the ball's signaling Ping of completion. When the light turned off, signaling the completion of the DNA, he didn't worry. His only focus was cumming, and until he was released from the ball... that was how he would stay.

\tThe ball rustled gently as the shop owner drove. Traffic was horrible, he had been waiting for at least an hour trying to get to the Galactic headquarters. He looked down at the Lust Ball, smirking softly. He knew there was a reason that the new admin wanted this specific Pokemon and in this specific ball. Considering the Mudsdale DNA... It clicked. He shivered slightly, glad it wasn't him in there, before continuing his drive, the person in front of him pulling forward.

\tWithin a few minutes, the grunt pulled into the hidden garage of Galactic HQ, grabbing the ball, yet careful not to open. According to his supervisors, anything caught with the ball could be practically feral with lust, and given a Machoke's strength... plus that Mudsdale DNA... he shivered at the thought.

\tWalking into the elevator, the grunt went straight to Uranus' floor, knowing the new boss was rather particular about timing. He realized that he'd never seen the new admin. Sure they messaged him often with the new assignment, but given his recent arrival and his standing... he never really found time to meet him.

\tAs the doors opened, the grunt saw him. Uranus stood there with a grim look on his face. ``You're late, come with me.''

\tUranus was... definitely not what the grunt expected. A lithe figure, pale complexion, feminine face, slightly wide hips... and a mess of long cerulean hair that fell to his neck. His outfit was no different than a normal admins, sleek white and black, form fitting, suit that seemed to outline his every feature. It almost looked like he wore makeup to keep his cheeks looking soft and his lips so plump, but the grunt dared not to ask. He held the ball outwards to Uranus, his hand shaking ever so slightly. ``The Machoke subject, as you requested. DNA files have been downloaded and has not been let out of his ball since capture.''

\tUranus looked at the ball coldly, inspecting each and every facet, line, and scratch. ``so after you captured it, you let it out?'' he asked. His voice felt teasing, but his face showed that he was no laughing matter.

\t``N-no no! Once I c-captured him h-he stayed in the ball! Please f-forgive my slip of tongue,'' The grunt said, bowing his head.

\tUranus threw the ball in the air, catching it in his hand once more, before finally deeming it necessary to look back at the grunt. ``You are finished here. Stay tuned on your next assignment... and here's your reward.''

\tUranus fished around in his back pocket, before pulling out a pokeball, and handing it to the grunt. ``It's a Gabite, go crazy.'' He said turning away. As he did, heading towards his office, he couldn't help but smile. The perfect Machoke, and soon... well, that counted as a trade, didn't it?

\tWalking into his office and lab space, he quickly shut the large metal door behind him, a loud `KER-CHUNK' from the locking mechanism as he did so. His hands practically trembled as he held the ball up... but not yet. It was too soon.

\t

\tThe Machoke couldn't tell how long it'd been. Those teasing, edging hands stroking, teasing, playing... was he ever going to be let out? Was this his eternal torture...? As he thought these things, a crack of bright light streaked through the ball. Before the Machoke could even process, the white streak enveloped him, forcing him to wince his eyes shut, his whole body grabbed by the light.... and shoved out.

\tHe first noticed his feet touching the ground. Then the freedom of his arms. He opened his eyes to look around, seeing the strange room around him. It was foreign, cold, and bleak, white walls with strange tech, empty metal tables, and in front of him... a twink. For Seth, it would've been a scientist. For a regular Machoke, it would've been a strange human, But this particular Machoke? He was a cute, tight, twink.

\tThough it wasn't like he'd have much time to process, before he felt a lurch in his stomach. From his core, a white light was surrounding him. Was he getting sucked back into the ball? Mere seconds after meeting his new twink master? I-it couldn't be! But he didn't feel a sucking force, pulling him out. In fact, as the light enveloped his body once more, he could feel a different force. Something expanding within him, like a fire being fed fuel. His body ached, the feeling of muscles separating, getting stronger with each push, his transformation further exemplified by his oversensitive cock splitting evenly down the middle into two, equally large cocks. It was quick, in fact quicker than his original transformation if he could even remember it, but none the less, as the white glow faded away, he was no longer just a Machoke. He was a Machamp.

\tUranus stood before him, biting his lip. Those two perfect cocks, those chiseled muscles, that cocky smile... he barely even knew where to start. With a strict, dominating walk, he approached the Machamp. ``I am admin Uranus, of Team Galactic.''

\tThe Machamp couldn't make out the words. However, he felt a certain understanding, like this was an introduction. He flexed his four arms, giving a cocky grin to the twink below. ``Machamp!'' he said in a bellowing voice, watching his new master's knees quiver at the sound. The Machamp watched as the new master strode to a nearby table, and pulled open a drawer, revealing thick, black straps.

\tUranus let out a teasing giggle as the black straps were brought out, bringing them up to the Machamp. First taking a large strap piece with six sides, he put it on the Machamp, albeit requiring a chair to lift it overtop of his head. Each strap fit between his arms and head snugly, as if custom made for Machamp of his size, before they were pulled taut, showing off his rippling pecs further as they bulged between the surprisingly comforting leather. Cuffs were attached to his wrists and arms before being clipped behind his back.

\tThe Machamp knew these frail bindings couldn't keep him down, and with a mere tug they'd come loose, but yet, something about his new master putting them on seemed to make it impossible for them to come loose.

\t``Such a good boy for me, so loyal already and we've barely known each other! Now...'' the slim scientist kneeled down, his legs parted, his hair combed back, and his eyes glaring daggers into the Machamp. ``Let's see what we can do about these big meat sticks of yours.''

\tA single, fleeting touch was all it took to get the Machamp to freeze up. His cocks were so sensitive from the ball, and just the slightest sensation made his huge orbs churn with the load denied by his containment. The admin giggled at the sudden reaction. ``Hmm... seems our experiments with that Lust Ball were a success, you'd probably be ready to fuck anything and everything... Perhaps even me?''

\tThe Machamp didn't understand what his new master was saying. But yet, something about it was driving him insane. The teasing voice, the phrasing, it was so provocative. It drove him wild, what would've thrown him into a rampage against the boi instead throwing him into something of a begging state, on his knees, his cocks prodding against the twink's waist, and drool dripping down his cheeks and chin. ``Ma... Champ... Ma... Champ...''

\tUranus watched the Machamp beg, his twin cocks already leaking pre. He smiled devilishly, as he spread his legs ever so slightly, sliding the two cocks between his thighs, and squeezing lightly as he walked his way forward to his Pokemon's crotch. With each step, tight fabric rubbed against the two aching members, the scientist watching the Machamp throw his head back in agonizing pleasure. He could hear the panting, the ever so slight whining of the masculine Pokemon. Trailing fingers down the Machamp's body, the scientist took in every piece of what he knew would be his new favorite Pokemon. As he stroked and massaged the big pecs, a teasing hand rubbed against the big cockheads behind him.

\tThe Machamp groaned out. Something about his new master doing this, rather than those virtual hands... drove him insane, and yet he wanted more. He could feel his master's small bulge against him, he knew that the twink was enjoying this, and yet... before he could even settle into this new routine, the human got off of him, taking a few steps back. Did he do something wrong? He looked up, worry in his eyes quickly turning to lust as he watched his master disrobe, his smooth body practically glistening against the harsh lights of the laboratory. He kneeled in front of the Machamp once more, the two making eye contact, before the scientist dove in.

\tUranus forced the large bottom cock into his mouth, the flared head filling his mouth to the point where he could barely move. With each second, he wet the large cock with his saliva, tasting the thick Machamp musk that emanated from the hemipenes. Pulling back, he knew this strategy wasn't working. He left once more, grabbing a large bottle of lube from the same drawer as the straps, before pouring it on copiously to the Machamp's thick log of a cock.

\tThe Machamp watched with begging eyes as Uranus took a few stretches, apparently getting himself ready. He knew this was it, the moment, His time. As Uranus put that cute, bleached pucker against his large cock... he prepared himself to go buck wild. Uranus grunted, the head stretching him wide. It took a few attempts, and some extra stretching, but once the duo felt that thick cock head pop into that tight hole... they both knew there was no going back.

\tMetal shrapnel flew as the clips keeping the Machamp's cuffs together broke. Two hands grabbed the twink's legs, pulling them wide, and the other two gently held Uranus up, against his other member. The Machamp lost all thought, his body moving on it's own with each rough thrust. Uranus could barely think either, his mind flooded with the painful, pleasurable sensations of the thick member bulging through his stomach. He latched onto the upper cock for support, though that left him basically hugging and stroking the Machamp.

\tThe Machamp grunted and huffed with each thrust. It was like fate had finally blessed him with what he truly deserved, and looking down at the twink, he felt a connection between them, something he knew would keep them like this for a long time... and the simple thought of that made him tense.

\tUranus couldn't believe the thrusting suddenly got rougher, his Pokemon using his body as nothing more than a fleshlight, and yet with each increase in speed, each feeling of those thick nuts slapping against his ass, it wasn't long until his eyes rolled back, drool falling from his mouth, and a thick rope of cum shot from his, comparably, tiny cock.

\tTighter and tighter that small hole clenched around the Machamp's horsecock. He couldn't take it. ``M-MAAAAAAACHAAAAAAAAMP!'' he roared as he slammed the scientist down to the base, his lower cock flooding the twink's stomach with thick, musky cum that shot its' way through his intestine. The upper cock shot rope after thick rope of musky cum onto Uranus' hair and over his face, leaving nothing but a white glob of cum where his head once was. Uranus drank whatever fell into his mouth, the musky cum, combined with the cock sweat he was getting rubbed against him, would probably never completely come out, marking the scientist with the Machamp's scent.

\tFor a few seconds they stayed like this, in pure, unadulterated bliss, before the scientist went limp. His body couldn't take the sensations, and yet... as he faded away, he knew that he'd be doing the same thing once he woke up. For now though, he sighed, drifting away in the Machamp's arms, as the last few dribbles poured into his stomach.

\tThe Machamp, however, had other plans. He took a few minutes to recover, his cocks finally free of all the teasing of his pokeball. In fact... as long as he wasn't in the ball, he might as well take advantage of the freedom, no? Walking up to the door-like structure, he punched it open, having no knowledge of how to open it otherwise. In front of him, were row after row of random humans of varying shapes and sizes looking at him from strange cube spaces. Though it wasn't a big issue to him.

\tJust meant there was an audience for round two.

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