Gabriel Moon | The Power Of One

Turning off the engine, Ryan allowed his small boat to float to the shore and pulled up the anchor to drop into the shallow water. It was amazing he was able to find a place to dock, having heard the legends of the whirling islands and how dangerous they were. Perpetually assaulted by storms and whirlpools, few people had managed to land on the islands, much less explore them. Yet, there was little explanation for their sudden calm one day, a phenomenon that was just as difficult to understand as the presence of the whirlpools themselves. Seeing an opportunity, Ryan could not make it out there fast enough, wanting to be one of the first to take in its sights and mysteries.

An amateur explorer, Ryan enjoyed traveling to remote locations, taking pictures of places he was sure few people had visited. He always traveled alone, having never possessed a penchant for Pokémon training. And as he docked his boat against a rock, it was obvious there were no signs of humanity, something that left his heart racing. While the islands were far in the center of the ocean, even those in the neighboring towns were hesitant to explore them. Citing some old legends about the islands being haunted by an ancient spirit, Ryan was happy to ignore such superstitions in the interest of discovery.

It was all Ryan had not to run up the rocky slope, taking a few pictures, though not finding much of note on the shoreline. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of cave openings here, though Ryan hadn’t brought anything remotely like spelunking equipment. Today would be his chance to get a lay of the land, and if all seemed calm, he could potentially return for a more substantial trip. Without really understanding the cause of the whirlpools, it was hard to know when they might return. Ryan was banking on staying a day or two, hoping it would remain safe, but he was ready to leave at a moment’s notice. There were several islands to explore, and Ryan wanted to make a map of sorts as well as take as many pictures as possible. Not that such was his primary source of income, but it wouldn’t hurt to sell his discoveries!

Not sure what to expect, the hillside gave way to a field, one with lush green that stretched toward the other side of the island. Yet, that was not what drew his attention. Ryan’s mouth nearly dropped in awe. In the center of the field was a shrine, seven pillars surrounding it, with a set of stairs leading up to a table. It was all he could do not to rush toward it, stopping to take some pictures at different angles. There didn’t seem to be any Pokémon in the area or much life in general. Still, that was of little concern with the archeological marvel that was before him. A certain sense of reverence washed over him as he approached, wondering when the last human had walked this same path.

It was obvious as he approached that the pillars were marked with several dozen lines of text written in a language he couldn’t read. Doing his best to take pictures of every part of it, Ryan moved from pillar to pillar before walking up the center steps. The bench at the top was ornamented with a Pokeball carving and more of that unknown writing on the sides. But it was the silver feather enshrined in the center that drew his attention. Ryan figured it had to belong to a Pokémon of some sort, though not one he was familiar with. Without a Pokedex of his own, it was hard to say.

With some curiosity, Ryan moved to pick up the feather, finding it to be surprisingly heavy despite its size. Yet, before he could bring it to his face, a sudden burst of energy erupted forth, nearly enough to knock him backward. As he struggled to regain his balance, Ryan remained largely unaware of a massive shadow circling above him as though preparing to strike. Yet, a darkness soon seemed to envelop the sky, as though clouds had rapidly hidden the sun. Ryan could only look up and shiver with helpless terror as a massive, bird-like being hovered over him, black as night and bearing down on him with glowing red orbs for eyes.

As though sensing his awareness, the shadow moved rapidly downward, preparing to attack. Ryan barely had time to react before it struck him in the chest, knocking him on his ass. The force of a massive object seemed to be invading him, and Ryan screamed in terror as though it was threatening to tear him apart from the inside. Yet, after a few moments, it settled, Ryan finding nothing to be amiss. Eventually, he stood, realizing the sky was normal, as though the entire scenario had been a hallucination. Was it perhaps a psychic Pokémon’s trick? Ryan’s eyes scoured the island, yet could not find the sight of a potential perpetrator.

Even with what had transpired, Ryan was surprised to realize the sun was starting to lower on the horizon. Part of him wondered where the time had gone, as though he had been within his own head for hours. Still, he figured it was best to set up camp, seeing little sign that the whirlpools were returning, and figuring that he would be safe. He still planned to stay out here for a day or two despite the nervousness he felt from the whole affair. While it made more sense for him to camp in the center of the island, something about the shrine left him disconcerted. Eventually, he settled on setting up by his boat, erecting his tent, and preparing a meager meal.

Mind suddenly fatigued from the events of the day, Ryan found himself wanting to turn in early. Thankfully, the temperature was moderate, and he was able to get comfortable within his sleeping bag and pass out with little trouble. His dreams, however, were hardly normal. Ryan’s mind fixated on the shadow once more. The figure he’d imagined before was towering over him and staring with those haunting eyes. It had to be a Pokémon, though not one Ryan could make out from the shadow-like silhouette. Save for the massive belly, broad wings, and long neck and tail, it was difficult to ascertain any physical features. Still, the creature was determined to hold him down, towering over him and leaving Ryan completely at its mercy.

Much to his disgust, Ryan soon felt a pressure against his entire body, as though a wet, writhing organ was rubbing against him. Unable to fathom what it was, Ryan was shocked to look up to see the growth stretching from the beast’s groin, hips thrusting against Ryan’s body as it held him steady. The bizarre contact was too much for him to comprehend, and it took a painfully long time for him to realize it could only be the creature’s penis. Disgusted, Ryan could only cry out, trying in vain to move the warm, wet phallus undulating against him.

Ryan’s struggle to push the beast away was for naught, finding its penis weighed more than Ryan’s entire body. It continued to pin him down as it took its pleasure from him. Back against the ground, Ryan tried desperately to push it off, though the creature simply humped away at him. It seemed to last an eternity, Ryan’s real-world body still asleep, though thrashing in his sleeping bag in an effort to escape. It seemed he was fighting two battles, desperate to remove the penis from his body but more so to rid himself of the creature entirely. Yet, it was a losing battle, body shaking and spasming in its resistance, but finding it ultimately futile.

Finally, Ryan felt his body starting to relax, though hardly of his own volition. The Pokémon over him began thrusting against his prone body frantically, preparing for the enviable release. With a powerful shudder, the creature unleashed its load, hot sticky semen crashing over Ryan’s body and coating him in the creature’s essence. It was strange to feel a calm washing over him, as though the Pokémon’s release was somehow Ryan’s own. While he was unaware of it, his own penis had come to bear, shorts tenting and causing him to hump against his sleeping bag. While starting off shallow at first, soon, the thrusts soon became more insistent as Ryan became desperate for friction. Despite the bizarre nature of the dream, there was no denying his arousal, getting closer and closer to release, regardless of what the source was…

Eventually, Ryan felt himself wake up, the intensity of the thrusts enough to leave him shuddering. Sitting up, Ryan rubbed his head a little, trying to come to terms with what he had been dreaming about. Confused, he was somewhat shocked to discover his arousal was real, discovering a raging hard-on leaking into his shorts. Already so close, the temptation to bring himself the rest of the way was all-consuming. He was alone, after all, with no real reason not to tend to it save his lack of a tissue. Yet, at the memory of what caused his sudden lust, Ryan was able to hold back, not desiring to debase himself over such a scenario.

However, he was soon distracted by a bizarre tingling in his feet, the toes twitching reflexively as though they were not under his control any longer. It was concerning, especially as his toes continued to move without his prompting. More than simply a muscle spasm, it was akin to another force working his digits from the inside, as though trying to flex them for the first time. Efforts to cease them were for naught, Ryan torn between concern and annoyance.

It quickly grew worse as the tingling seemed to reach up past his legs. Ryan was shocked when his ankles suddenly spasmed out of his control. Digging into the sleeping bag, Ryan’s efforts to leave them stationary were futile, all his attention distracting him from a twitch in his knees. With the numbness moving all the way up his waist now, Ryan’s annoyance soon turned to terror. It seemed his body was being taken over, anything below the waist down out of his control. By what he could scarcely understand, though the more he struggled, the more he realized the reality of being taken by this unseen force!

To his shock, the tingling in his waist turned to a sudden jolt as he stood up, shaky as though the being controlling his body was unaccustomed to it. While his hands were still his own, Ryan tried reaching down to hold his legs in place. Yet, the kick back was enough to cause him to call out, and one leg pushed forward before the other did the same. It was a wonder he didn’t fall over, though he stumbled over himself a few times as the being worked itself forward. Confused, Ryan felt his body moving toward the beach, unable to pause as his feet touched the damp sand. Stopping just shy of the water, he felt his toes digging in, waiting there for a moment as though it was the first time in ages he had experienced such.

All the while, Ryan was along for the ride, less concerned now and more confused. After all, he had been having such a vivid dream, so there was every chance that it was still occurring. A weird one, to be sure, though how else could he explain the takeover of his body? Next, he could perceive his legs kicking his shorts away, leaving him naked and standing over the precipice. Waiting for only a moment, he felt his feet dipping into the water, sending a shiver of arousal flushing through his loins. He was still rock hard, even leaking into the water, leading more credence to the fact that it was a dream. After all, what could there possibly be to arouse him?

Feeling his legs taking him out into the ocean, Ryan shuddered once more, the cold water rushing over him. It seemed that the entity in control of his body cared little for the harsh temperature, rather relishing the sensation. More focused on the discomfort, Ryan was largely ignorant of the tingling running up his chest and torso. It wasn’t until his arm began spasming that he looked down, the fingers twitching in the same way his toes just had. Soon, they were moving just as ably as his legs, prompting Ryan to struggle to regain control. His efforts were futile, however, as the hand worked to play over his chest and torso. The touch was rather alarming, feeling more like a foreign entity than his own hand. With limited success, Ryan moved his other hand to pull it away, though it seemed the being taking over him had more power, slapping it aside, intent to continue its exploration. Still, Ryan found it harder to worry, the circumstances too much like a dream to fight. All he had to do was eventually wake up and return to a more sensible world!

Yet, Ryan wasn’t prepared for his hand to reach down and envelop his cock, sending an unwanted shiver through his being. Calling out with a “Hey!” Ryan reached down with his other hand to try and wrench it away. The foreign touch was powerfully alarming, though not enough to stem his erection. It was as though the entity was as much in control of his member and eager to explore what it meant for self-pleasure. Once more, the hand out of his control seemed to have more power, though this time Ryan’s efforts were equally stifled by the tingling running through his other hand, and Ryan soon lost control of it as well. Panicked now, Ryan did his best to fight back, though he was left frightened that all he controlled was now just his neck and head!

Both hands were working in tandem to play with Ryan’s body now, in particular his genitals. Feeling foreign hands against his cock and balls was alarming, a clear distinction from his own efforts. Even the notion of being in a dream did little to ease his fear. A part of him knew he should simply go with it and that soon, he would wake up. That, and admitting the reality of a giant beast behind him copying his movements, would cause him to go mad. It had gone unnoticed before he had entered the water, though now its massive shadow was cast over him, leaving him to shudder with fear. Especially since the silhouette of the shadow looked remarkably like the one he recalled being unleashed from the shrine…

Thoughts muddied as they were, there was little in the way for Ryan to resist as the entity subsumed his neck and, eventually, his head. Against his wishes, his mouth forced itself open, letting out an inhuman moan the likes of which he should have been incapable of. Struggling in vain, only his eyes seemed to maintain their ability to move, and Ryan’s widened in terror. No amount of effort could force his body to respond to his commands, and soon, even that limited ability was robbed from him, the terror in his expression replaced by lust.

Like a passenger in his own body, Ryan looked out through another’s eyes as he took a proper step forward, the invader testing out his form like a new vehicle. Sure, it was a dream, but the discomfort was as real as the waking world, and try as he might, Ryan could not awake. Surely, if he knew it was a dream, then he could control it, right? Yet, nothing he could do could wrench his body back to him. And it was soon to be much, much worse!

“It’s good to have a body again! One so frail and weak is unfortunate, but one can’t afford to be choosy in my case! Besides, humans are all so frail, regardless. At least you have the benefit of experiencing pleasures of the flesh, something that has been denied me for so long!” Ryan heard himself say, leaving him to shudder internally. He was still unable to move a muscle, forced to be a passenger as the being teased him, rubbing his body.

As a hand once more moved to circle his erection, Ryan could hear himself hiss, followed by a burble of precum from its tip. “Even a tiny human cock still has its benefits, I see. It’s a shame you don’t put it to better use. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure it isn’t wasted. And you’ll be much happier with the size I’ll be able to grant your meager body!”

For the life of him, Ryan couldn’t figure out why his subconscious was mocking him so intently. True, he hadn’t been with any men lately, and he might have resented that. But the more he focused on trying to regain control, the more something felt off. It was really akin to another being existing within him, one that Ryan was starting to detest. Thoughts of lust were strong, though underneath was a simpler desire. To breed…to pass on his genes and assert himself and his species once more…what the hell was he thinking?!

Still rock hard, the being saw it fit to stroke Ryan off, once more hissing in pleasure as it did so. Thoughts of mating paraded its mind, and to Ryan’s horror, it was with females, filling their cunts with his eggs and passing on his genes. As a gay man, Ryan was repulsed by the notion, wondering why the hell it could be making him rock hard. Yet, the being controlling his body was jerking off without a care in the world, waiting for his release. Nothing Ryan could imagine would be worse than now, but there was nothing he could do but watch the scene playing out through another’s eyes.

Something else came to his awareness as he was jerked off, as the being’s thoughts were fixated on all the types of Pokémon it would breed with. Its name, for one, was a Pokémon called ‘Lugia,’ one Ryan had not heard of. It was more than that, Ryan was able to perceive the entity behind him, shrinking down as though reaching the stature of the human Ryan was. He was still matching the movements he was using Ryan’s body for, and as Ryan gazed into his mind, he was starting to get a mental image of what the Pokémon looked like. Was he really that big? Yet, did it matter if it was really a figment of his imagination?

Feeling the shadow pressing against his body, Lugia pawed Ryan’s cock off faster and faster as though desperate for release. It was almost as though the shadow was trying to force its way in, though the barrier of Ryan’s body was enough to prevent it. But as his orgasm approached, Ryan could feel that barrier being worn down, as though sexual release was the catalyst. Confirming his thoughts, Lugia said through his lips, “Now release for me, human vessel, and welcome me in!”

Any fragments of resistance were for naught as Ryan felt his body fall into orgasm. Even his affirmation that it was all a dream was not enough to stem his fear. It was as though he was truly being taken over, the pleasure of orgasmic release belonging to Lugia and not his own. The pungent scent of cum hit his nose as his semen shot into the water, and with it, Ryan felt his very spirit being violated. He continued to stroke as though Lugia was determined to paw out all of Ryan’s semen. Perhaps to make room for his own, a notion Ryan couldn’t deny. Still, the force of it was enough to leave him fatigued, and for Lugia to relinquish his control. Exhausted beyond measure, Ryan felt his body lie back, floating in the waves as he blacked out. The cool water was enough to soothe him as Ryan’s mind shut down, and he hoped to wake to his own reality…

Waking up to the morning sun. Ryan was hit with a wave of dizziness, as though his body was not his own. As real as it felt, there was no way what he’d experienced wasn’t a dream. And yet, the way his feet and legs felt against the sand was… weird, for lack of a better word. And why was he waking up on the beach rather than in his sleeping bag? Never one for sleepwalking, finding himself out on the beach was more than surprising. Worse, perhaps, was how the grainy sand clung to his legs, as though he’d been soaked and it had stuck to his wet body. Then, did that mean he had really been out on the water…?

Wanting to get cleaned off, Ryan moved toward the ocean, shivering as the cool water played over his feet. It was hardly enough to stop him from wading out further, the water rising up to his groin and leaving him relaxed. He had always loved the water, but never before had he felt so right in the waves, as though his body belonged there. Thoughts of ever leaving seemed a little off to him, and Ryan waded out far enough that he was able to swim a bit, allowing the strange dream to fade.

Relaxed as he was, Ryan was ignorant of the glow his body was giving off, save for a warmth that slowly seemed to settle in. It was comfortable, even to the point his cock grew erect. There was no denying the urge to touch himself, growing stronger and stronger as he swam. Soon, the ache grew so intense that Ryan felt a shiver run through him, all too reminiscent of that bizarre dream sequence. There was no way it was real, yet no denying that tiny alarm going off in his head.

Eventually getting out, Ryan dried himself off quickly, the morning sun doing the rest. As quickly as he could, Ryan donned his shirt, camo shorts, socks, and shoes, figuring he would pack his tent and leave. Surely, it would be best to stay and document every inch of the island for clues as to the origins of the shrine. And if he made it back and reported on his preliminary findings now, someone else would make the trek and take all the glory and fame for themselves. Yet, Ryan could not shake his nerves enough to stay. Something about the place left him worried for his fate, and he figured it was best to leave the memories of the shrine and dream behind him.

Packing up his gear, Ryan remained ignorant of the intense tingling playing over his body, familiar from recent events. Yet, as it started to center in his right hand, Ryan found himself flexing his fingers a few times, trying to work it out. Thankfully, his digits were still under his control, and he was able to play the sensations off as a cramp. That was until a pop rang in his ears, and looking down, Ryan was unable to suppress a scream!

As he watched, the fingers started to swell, joints and bones popping as he tried helplessly to still them. They were expanding massively, almost too large for his hands, and forcing his palms to become puffy. It took a moment for his hand to catch up, becoming flattened as the bones within popped and prevented him from flexing. Ryan tried in vain to shake his strange growth, though unable to stop it from changing further. Soon, his fingers were largely stationary, and a silvery sheen began to work its way over them, removing his nails and spreading to his palms. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t stopping, and Ryan was helpless to prevent it!

As worried as he was about spreading the effect, Ryan reached out with his other hand, confused and frightened in equal measure. The texture was bizarre, too smooth, as though all the hairs on his knuckles seemed to have faded. While he could still perceive the bones within, they were obviously altered, stiff yet perhaps more sturdy than their human equivalents. With some effort, he was able to flex them, though the motions were far removed from what he was used to. The flattened fingers seemed unable to move individually, and his thumbs were set back from the other four. Their tips were more square-shaped, smooth to the touch from an absence of nails, as his skin darkened to gray all the way to his wrist.

Exploratory fingers discovered a series of fine interlocking plates that felt uncomfortable as he brushed against them. Finding a bizarre oily texture underneath, Ryan was left confused, unable to place where he had detected something similar before. Looking out into the water, it began to occur to him that some birds used oil in their feathers to deter water from getting in. And with the tightly knit patterns now spreading up his arms…was Ryan growing feathers of his own? Were his former fingers some now giant feathers, still able to flex, though far removed from his human dexterity? What the hell was going on?!

Trying to run to his boat, a sudden surge of growth assailed his left foot, almost leaving Ryan to trip. It seemed his toes were expanding as well, and with them confined in his shoes, it was impossible to think they would fit for long. Swaying a little from the discomfort, Ryan went to reach down, trying to pull off the shoe. Yet, with one hand, such was impossible, leaving him to struggle. It was all he had to balance with his one-winged hand while struggling with the other. And it was soon obvious his efforts were for naught. A surge of growth forced the digits tight within his shoe, Ryan unable to curl them even if he tried. And they were rapidly becoming far too large within their confinement to last, Ryan seeing only one way they would escape.

It was a small reprieve that the pressure was not painful, figuring his foot was changing in a similar fashion to his hand. Still, there was nothing he could do as the stitches started to pop along the sides, his foot pushing against them as it became far too large for shoes to contain. Further stitches gave way along the front, exposing his socks as the leather popped and chunks hung there uselessly. As tight as his toes were, Ryan couldn’t help but flex them, and a surge of growth forced them against their bindings. The tearing leather caused him to shudder, destroying his valued footwear as a sign of his waning humanity. It didn’t help that his socks were soon to follow, their fabric easily parting as his toes stuck out bare. The fact that they were still skin-shaded and human was of little consolation as Ryan looked down to compare his two feet, his altered appendage double the size and still growing. And if he was turning into the thing from the dream…it would become massive!

Yet, it was still a far cry from its final size, as another surge of growth nearly forced him to keel over. It was his heel that took the brunt of it, and the back of his shoe was worn away from the pressure. The elastic from his sock clung annoyingly there, though Ryan didn’t have the ability to pull it off. As the tear from the sides expanded, Ryan was left with a wide-open mess, the leather fragments flapping against the skin as he reflexively shook his foot. Feeling his widening sole against the sand was uncomfortable, prompting him to twitch his toes and dig them in. It did little to stem the tingling, and all Ryan could do was panic, not sure if he could get away in time to stop the process.

A sudden static sensation in his mind gave him pause before his foot suddenly pushed forward of its own accord. Confused, Ryan felt the bare skin of his changed foot touch the cool water. Panic slowly began to sink in as Ryan recalled the last time he had felt this way. What he thought had been a dream was clearly reality, perhaps a ritual to allow for him to be overtaken. Not only was he losing his body, but his humanity as well. The mental image of what he was to become hung over his head and left him to shudder with fear. With all he had, Ryan tried to pull himself back, though he was helpless as his open-toed foot stepped into the water, feeling it flooding in.

Before his other foot had a chance to follow, Ryan forced himself back, hitting the sandy beach hard. Putting his hands behind him for balance, he was shocked to feel the wing appendage give way and for him to fall on his side. Trying to elicit a pained yelp, Ryan was stunned when nothing happened. It was as though his voice was no longer his own, and before he could fight, his mouth opened, his own voice causing him to reel in terror.

“Did you truly think I was a dream? I’m lucky, really, to have such a susceptible human to find my soul fragment. Of all the potential vessels, someone like you will suit my needs perfectly. That is, once I make the proper adjustments,” Ryan felt his mouth saying, knowing it was Lugia and feeling himself shiver at the notion. Scared and confused, there was nothing he could do to escape, forced to endure the being in his body and whatever he had planned.

“Now, now, not to worry! While you’ll just be a passenger in your reborn body, you’ll be able to feel everything as I do. And I plan to revisit physical pleasures to the fullest as I spread my seed, as is my right! You might even come to enjoy some of it,” Lugia sneered, and with that, Ryan was hit with another surge of growth. It seemed that Lugia did not only seek to take his body from him but would reform it as well until Ryan became a Lugia, too!

Yet, there was little he could do as his foot once more swelled, followed by an intense tingling over the skin. It was quickly becoming far too large for his body, and his ability to move it was hampered by its sheer size. The tension of torn leather against his foot was powerfully uncomfortable, though not painful. His growing foot was clearly stronger than the material, and the tongue of his shoe was pulled back, falling to the ground to be discarded. Laces popped in two, and the tear finally met at the back, causing the discarded material to fall away. Only torn stripes of sock remained, though it was soon to be rendered to dust from the force of his growing ankle. And despite the current scale of his foot, if what he recalled was correct, the creature he was becoming would surpass even those dimensions!

Ryan could barely lift his changing foot, the tingling overbearing as more silvery feathers sprouted from the skin. Moving down over the back of his foot, Ryan was met with an overwhelming itching as any errant hairs were removed in its wake. The silvery sheen moved up his ankles now, spreading under his foot as well. Ryan wanted to lift it to look, though he was helpless in the wake of change.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Lugia teased through Ryan’s lips as he felt his leg lift against his will. It was absurd that Lugia could use Ryan’s muscles beyond their physical abilities, giving credence to the possibility he was a psychic Pokémon. It matted little as Ryan felt his heels turn and was forced to witness the spreading gray scales. Thicker skin seemed to swell under three of his toes, turning dark blue in a semblance of paw-shaped pads. The fact that only the ball of his foot and three of the toes were adorned with them was lost on him, though his efforts to flex them were quick to wane. All he could do was watch in horror as his largest and smallest toes cracked and popped out of joint. Soon, their stubby ends were pulled back along his stretching heels, and Ryan could barely feel them any longer. It was horrific to watch such an alteration to his anatomy, and it only grew worse the more he was overtaken!

A surge of growth forced the remaining toes to crack, more flexible now as they reflexively squeezed into the sand. Ryan could barely feel it, the tingling of change, and the thick pads preventing his familiar sensitivity. Still, an ache at their tips caused Ryan to wince a little, his nails burrowing into the beds and pushing outward. It looked like he was developing a semblance of claws, thick and blunted, as their translucent shade darkened to match the bottom of his feet. While he couldn’t bend over to touch them, it seemed the silvery skin there was more akin to scales than feathers. As it reached his ankles, the interlocking plates became tight to make up the water-tight feathers that he figured comprised Lugia’s pelt. One that would soon cover his entire body unless Ryan could resist!

Lost in the horrific sight of his altered foot, it took tension against his shorts and shirt for Ryan to realize he was growing, that the changes were not to stop there. In desperation, Ryan tried to move once more, feeling his foot inch forward of his own volition. “Aww, desperate, are we? Well, it’s fine for now. No mere human could hope to suppress me, but it might be fun to watch you try,” Lugia mocked him, though there was little Ryan could do against the soreness in his throat. It was beyond revolting to feel another entity using his own voice, though he had little time to fixate on it. He was determined to get out of there, stumbling as he did so.

Working the feeling back into his hand, Ryan was relieved to discover the tingling had finally abated. It was as though Lugia’s control was a prompt for further changes, and taking back his body gave him hope that he was able to fight back and reverse it. For now, all he could think to do was to get back to the mainland and hope someone could help. Even having someone witness the takeover might be enough, though Ryan wasn’t sure. It was all he had to hold onto, and with that, he made it to the boat, trying desperately to pull the cord on the engine with his one good hand. At the very least, Ryan figured it was best to stay out of the water. He couldn’t be sure, but his mental image of Lugia had him moving toward the ocean as though he belonged there. If the Pokémon were more comfortable there, it might be easier for him to take control and take more of Ryan’s humanity!

Yet, before hearing the familiar hum of the engine, a powerful surge rushed through his body. It was almost as though the being within was using some sort of psychic energy. Was it perhaps an attack? It made sense if Lugia was sitting idly in his mind that he could focus all his attention on using his powers. But what was the point? Surely, Lugia had something in mind, but-.

All of a sudden, a surge in the water caused Ryan’s boat to rock, and he nearly fell out. The previously calm ocean started to swirl violently, and Ryan was reminded of the whirlpools that had blocked off the islands. A fleeting thought had him convinced that Lugia was responsible for their presence, releasing them recently in an effort to lure someone in. Much like Ryan had soon foolishly done. Yet, there was nothing he could do as a wave of water splashed into his boat, nearly enough to tip it. Before he was thrown into the water, Ryan jumped out, landing onto the rocks. He was left to watch helplessly as his boat was violently rocked before being turned over, sinking into the water, and leaving him nothing to escape with.

That was not the only problem, as the familiar tingling of change washed over him in waves. A surge of growth flooded his hips and torso, particularly in his belly, as it began to bloat. Curious, Ryan reached with his human hand to rub at it, disgusted by his warm flesh. As it continued to distend, Ryan could perceive not fat, but blubber underneath, flexible and likely needed for aquatic life. It mattered little as his barreling belly pushed his shirt up over his chest. Pepperings of dark navy feathers erupted over the skin, itching like crazy and leaving him to groan, at least thankful he could make any noise at all.

A swelling in his arm prompted Ryan to look as the skin expanded, covered with the intense itching of feathers forming up its surface. Bones popping and growing within, his skin was swelling to keep up as it prickled with the points of forming feathers. Soon, the changes had moved to his elbow, Ryan hearing it snap, though still finding it was flexible. Below it, however, his former hand was much too wide, and Ryan had to wonder if he would be able to use them to fly. That was if he was even allowed to control his body, feeling Lugia’s influence within him growing stronger. It was all he could do to keep standing, trying to balance with his out-of-tune proportions and the inhuman changes that were steadily encroaching on his form. And with more of his skin itching with the formation of tight-knit feathers, Ryan felt he was being put on a clock of sorts, unsure of what to do but needing to do it to maintain himself and his body.

Yet, he was soon distracted by a pressure in his backside, as though something was working its way from his spine. Reaching back with his one human hand, Ryan was alarmed to feel a warm, thick nub of flesh pushing at the back of his pants. Obviously not able to contain it, his pants were pulled down somewhat as the pressure continued to grow. It was rapidly expanding at the base, its tip rounded as his tailbone split and the muscle swelled within it. Not wanting to focus on it, Ryan did his best to rush forward, hoping he wouldn’t feel the damn thing twitch against his inclinations. Would such growth even work under his own power if it totally belonged to the entity trying to control him? Ryan didn’t want to think about the implications!

The force of growth continued to plague him, Ryan’s bulbous belly pushing at his shirt and rounding over the waistband of his shorts. He couldn’t help but rub at the warm skin as though willing to remain human against the onslaught of change. Yet, his efforts were insufficient to stem the spread of feathers, and Ryan hated the texture as it moved toward his chest. His upper torso wasn’t as large as his belly, though his shirt was still forced to stretch precariously against it. His sleeves were left tight as well, worse on the arm that had shifted to a partial wing. He was clearly taller, Ryan aware of the added weight as he waddled up the beach, trying to keep away from the water. It was a struggle, especially as his hips swelled and his shorts were pressed painfully around his thighs. But even without any goal in mind, every step carried a hope that he could find reprieve and escape his horrific fate.

It took him a few moments to realize that his view of the world was altered and that his neck was cracking with its own growth. To his discomfort, it seemed the feathers had worked their way under the shirt collar, causing the silver tint to spread up his neck. It took him some moments to work up the courage to twist it, painfully aware of how much more flexible it was. His attention was soon drawn to his back, a series of lumps pushing at the skin under his shirt. While skin shaded, for now, there were several pairs forming uniformly up his back, their purpose unknown but clearly inhuman on his anatomy.

Ryan was soon distracted by a sudden jolt in his wing as it began moving of its own accord. Fearful, Ryan focused all his attention on it, not wanting to lose control. Everything was happening so fast that it was nearly impossible for him to keep up. Having taken a few moments to rest, Ryan couldn’t help but wonder if Lugia within him had more power now. His fears were confirmed as his leg moved forward, nearly enough for him to fall over once again. “It’s rather pleasant seeing you struggle. That might be the best part of the process, I think. For now, at least. Until I’m able to spread my seed and repopulate my species once more!” Ryan heard himself say, and he shivered with fear. The Pokémon’s goal was so simplistic that it was easy to see him achieving it!

Distracted for a moment, Ryan felt his other foot push forward before a surge of growth swelled within the shoe. Too late, he realized it was changing in the same way, that it would soon burst out and give him a matching pair of Lugia feet. Against the growing pressure, Ryan did his best to resist, fixating on its human form and pushing away the being in his mind. And it seemed to work for a time, the tingling of change subsiding. Yet, the moment Ryan felt a reprieve, it returned full force, leaving him to try and cry out. And no sooner had he done so than his voice was robbed from him once more, Lugia returning to gloat.

“Why resist? There’s little point, and your body would be better used to serve me. I am but a single Pokémon, my species long removed from this world. You’ll be helping my rebirth, while being given a powerful and far longer-lived body. So, what is the price of your control to be part of something greater? Join me and submit!” Ryan heard his voice saying as his foot pushed outward, pressing precariously at the stitching.

Unable to do anything but look down, Ryan was privy to the sight of his toes twitching, this time against his will. The moment the digits worked their way through the leather, they started to turn grey with scales, spreading over the top of his foot as well. Happening faster while under Lugia’s prompting, Ryan groaned as the nails sank into the beds, extending out into blunted claws as the two outer toes began their death throes. Curious, Lugia twitched them one last time as though unfamiliar with possessing five on one foot. He seemed glad to be rid of them as another surge of growth popped the laces apart. It was as though he was sensing Ryan’s attachment to them, taunting him by allowing them to unceremoniously tear off his form.

Putting the still-changing foot out before his fully developed one, Ryan felt Lugia grin with his mouth as he delighted in the comparison. His silver toes looked similar to those fully changed already, and Ryan could no longer feel the sole under his foot as grey scales spread over it while navy pads took their place. The force of his heel growing pushed back against the back of his shoe, popping it apart from the tongue. With a surge of growth, he pushed apart more of the stitching until nothing was left. All Lugia needed to do was lift his foot as the fragments fell to the ground. All that remained was his sock, though the frail fabric was soon burst apart as silvery feathers started to encroach up his leg.

Distracted by the recent loss, a sharp crack in his neck forced it upward. Ryan was frightened as his hair began loosening from his scalp. In vain, he tried to reach up to rub it, finding it difficult with how long his neck had become. Cracks working through his neck and spine caused it to lengthen even further, and Ryan was privy to the sight of his human hair falling away, tickling the still-human skin as he did so. The moment of panic was enough for him to push through the fog of Lugia’s control, and Ryan stumbled forward, trying to move with altered physiology. Yet, with his feet changed and his back largely altered, it was a struggle for him to get far. That realization came with a frightening concern, one that left him shivering. While Lugia had apt control of his body as it changed, there was little Ryan could do to move his own misshapen anatomy. It seemed as though his body was willing to be overtaken, perhaps even craving Lugai’s domination. Was his own body starting to betray him, beckoning for this new owner? And what did that mean about Ryan as a person?

That brief moment of hesitation was enough for Lugia to push at him once more, though not quite regaining total control. Still, the peek into Lugia’s mind was repugnant as he fixated on breeding female Pokémon and filling them with his eggs and spawn. It was enough for Ryan to muster the ability to push forward in defiance. He began awkwardly waddling toward a small outcropping of rocks at the other end of the beach. There was precious little time for him to act before Lugia took control once more, and even fewer options for him to get out of there. The odds of flagging down a ship were next to null, but without his ability to get in the water, Ryan could think of little else to try. His own boat had sunk, and it seemed his body craved to be in the water, using it as a blueprint for what Lugia desired it to look like. And more than anything, he couldn’t let that happen!

With some effort, he was able to climb the rocks, even with his body halfway changed as it was. By this point, his clothing was hanging on him precariously at best, and even though Lugia didn’t have control, he was not inclined to stay quiet. “Why are you resisting? It’s inevitable to submit to me. Your body knows it, even if your mind doesn’t. Give in and help my species repopulate the world! Surely that’s a better use of your body than anything you could ever conceive of achieving!”

With that, Ryan forced himself forward with the single-minded intent to simply prove the Pokémon wrong. A small part of him worried that maybe Lugia was right and that his life was really worthless in the face of what Lugia would use it for. And with that panic spurring him on, he scaled the mountain, long neck looking out into the horizon with despair. Of course, there was no one out there. The island was likely deemed unsafe even after the whirlpools had subsided. Even if there was someone coming, it would surely not be in time to be of any help.

Much to his dismay, it took only a few moments of distraction for Lugia to take enough control and force him over the cliff. The shock was enough that Ryan couldn’t react before hitting the water with a splash. With his altered anatomy, there was no damage as he sank lower, though the panic was enough for him to rapidly swim to the surface. Not prepared for how streamlined his altered body had become, Ryan found himself rocketing out of the water, landing back at the top of the cliff. All he could do was shake himself off, easy with how much of his skin had converted.

Yet, the consequences of his dip in the water were quickly evident. A surge of growth burst through him as though his body craved the water and used it as a catalyst. It was almost impossible to stop as Ryan felt his belly balloon beyond even being able to see his feet. He couldn’t help but rub the skin in vain, disgusted at the feathery coat that comprised it now. Hips expanding, the back of his pants was soon to burst from the force, leaving his puckered anus to kiss the air. Another inch of tail surged forth, pushing apart his human ass cheeks as more feathers erupted over those bare patches of skin. Yet, there was nothing he could do. Ryan braced himself as his swelling body gained what had to be hundreds of pounds in mere moments. Worse, he had little idea of how large Lugia truly was and figured there was so much to go!

Lost in his terror, a slight chuckle from his own lips caused him concern. Lugia did not speak to him directly this time, though Ryan only had a few moments to contemplate things before a surge of arousal pounded through his loins. It was more than he could bear, penis sensitive even through his massive body. Pressing against the confines of his pants, Ryan was left struggling to focus as if massive amounts of blood were being rerouted to his groin. A passing thought couldn’t help but be curious as to the state of his maleness, though he was quickly disgusted. After all, it was not to be his penis but that of Lugia’s. And he was literally subject to another being’s sexual pleasure without any ability to hold back!

Efforts to stem the growth were for naught, Ryan feeling himself expanding all over. A series of heavy cracks forced his neck to expand twice its length, and Ryan was able to feel the back of his spine pressing against it as it stretched to keep up. The persistent itching signaled the eruption of feathers all the way down his back, forming around the massive blue plates that likely aided in streamlined diving. So little of his human skin was left up to his neck and beyond, and any remnant bits were being rapidly subsumed.

A further surge of growth forced his belly even fatter and his shirt so taut that it tore off his frame. Ryan could do nothing but watch it fall off and land in the water to be lost forever. He had so little control over the process, terrified as his humanity was rapidly being robbed from him. Even his treasured clothing would not be spared, Ryan’s massive tail tearing at the stitching of his cargo shorts from the back. Swelling hips burst his shorts from the sides, forcing his stance to shift and causing Ryan to nearly fall from the cliff back into the water. Both sides of his shorts fell to the ground, and with a heavy snap, the elastic over his underwear was soon to join them, leaving him naked and helpless.

And it was soon to get much, much worse. Erection at the ready, the ocean air forced a surge of blood through his penis. The speed of growth was far more intense than Ryan could have expected, and even under his massive, fat belly, Ryan could feel it rubbing against the skin. Inching longer and longer, Ryan was disgusted with the implication that it might expand enough to be seen under his new girth. Worse, he could feel its length altering as though a gentle hand was molding it into something inhuman. What would such a Pokemon’s cock look like? Ryan didn’t want to know!

As though being pushed by unseen hands, Ryan felt himself fall over on his back, feathery skin barely inconvenienced by the rough, rocky ground. The position gave him a clear view of his penis, just in time to see the shade turning a bizarre pink. The glans seemed to merge with the shaft, head pointed and leaking thick streams of pre-cum. Worse than its length was the fact that it seemed able to twitch all over, as though becoming far more flexible than humanly possible. Despite his best efforts to still it, it seemed Lugia’s control was absolute, and it was soon thrashing like a sea beast, heavy on his groin. Against his will, Ryan could feel his testicles churning, cock writhing as though Lugia’s psychic powers were masturbating him to release.

Far too fast for Ryan to prepare himself, he felt his cock going into orgasm, testicles almost painfully being squeezed. All he could do was groan as a small quantity of human semen was shot from his penis, leaking down the shaft and onto his belly. Much to his chagrin, the orgasm went on a little longer than he wanted, almost painful as though his testicles were being drained of their essence. And using his voice once more, it seemed Lugia was of one mind.

“Have to get all your human seed to make room for mine. I hope you’ve enjoyed the last orgasm you’ll ever have under your own power,” Lugia sneered at him before forcing his body to rise again. It seemed he was moving toward the ocean once more, as though encouraging his body to be submerged and submit to Lugia’s own form!

Taking advantage of Lugia’s confidence, Ryan pushed back, falling once more, though at least away from the water. Still, it was a futile effort, even with Lugia more fixated on his sex organs than his body as a whole. There was little he could do to get away, as every effort seemed only to delay the inevitable. The sensation of his testicles deflating was powerfully uncomfortable, as they were eventually subsumed. The pressure from within left him to assume they were being reoriented and reshaped. Pressing against his insides, Ryan was sure they were much larger than humanly possible, moving to match his ever-growing physique.

Worse was the slick sensation of separation around his penis, still deflating but more slowly from Lugia’s own arousal. Thinking his new penis would simply sit on his groin, Ryan was shocked to discover the skin around its base opening up. It was powerfully sensual and caused him to moan as his new cock slid inside of him. The flesh around it was moist, subsuming his member and closing around it. Feeling it sit within him was strange, though there was no denying how good it felt, leaving his mouth to chuff somewhat. It should have been shameful to be mocked by such a being, though in the heat of the moment, Ryan couldn’t deny how much pleasure he took from the process. And as Lugia had said, it would continue to feel that way forever, even if Ryan was no longer the owner of his body…

Shivering as he was, Ryan was shocked once more by the forced growth of his neck, cracking upward to its proper length and expanding to match the scope of his belly. Every added inch soon erupted with feathers, leaving him coated up to his head. His fat belly expanded even further, erasing his nipples as Ryan rubbed the skin in vain. It wasn’t until the sensation seemed to stem that Ryan realized his remaining fingers were flattening. As Lugia had done before, Ryan raised both hands to view their differences. Changes completed to his first hand, it clearly resembled a massive wing now, and the other was quick to match it. Feeling the fingers stiffen, the bones and joints cracking, and forcing them straight left him in shock and awe. This time, however, he lacked the ability to feel it, or anything again through his feathery fingers. Like his other wing, they were still somewhat flexible, though hardly the scope he previously enjoyed. As his hand cracked and straightened out, Ryan was forced through the pins and needles discomfort, his arm thickening massively to give him a pair of wings. The idea that he could fly under his own power while being so massive perplexed him, though, with Lugia’s psychic power, it might be possible.

Calling out his panic, Ryan was shocked by how warped his voice had become, unable to articulate in a way he was used to. With that came a pressure within his lips as they started to push out, and his gums with them. As much as he wanted to rub them, Ryan was helpless as they soon enlarged enough that he could see them in front of his face. His tongue expanded as well, and Ryan was forced to feel the discomfort of his jaw extending, warping his visage forever. Further efforts to talk were moot, though he was still able to hear Lugia’s psychic laugh in his head, as though he was reveling in removing Ryan’s humanity piece by piece.

Mental images reflected on what Lugia had shown him of his form, and Ryan felt himself shudder, knowing how closely he resembled it now. Despite the overwhelming elation Lugia felt for taking his body back, Ryan couldn’t help but feel terrified. His belly was so fat, his body clumsy as he tried to right himself. Yet, he was simply too huge, tail flailing as more of his humanity was robbed from him. He was massive, far beyond the scope of any Pokémon he had ever seen. And the fact that the changes were slowing was of little reprieve, Ryan knowing the rest was soon to come.

It seemed the momentary lapse in concentration was enough for Lugia to take control, though he seemed to focus on his neck. Confused, Ryan nonetheless struggled to return control to him, though he was unable as Lugia’s voice chuckled in his head. It wasn’t until his new penis came to bear that Ryan came to a semblance of understanding. Feeling it sliding out of his slit, Ryan was shocked to discover how much longer it had become, easily seen from under his bulbous belly. Worse, its pink length started undulating of its own accord, prehensile and clearly under Lugia’s control.

<It seems like you’re not a fan of our new penis. I think you should have a chance to enjoy it properly before I take control of your body,> Lugia sneered, and before Ryan knew what he was doing, Lugia had moved his neck toward the tip. Rapidly, it became close enough that its leaking head was right in front of his pointed beak. The implication of what was to happen hit Ryan all at once, and he desperately tried to pull away, disgusted by the action. The tip of his cock smelled musty, and the more he was forced to sniff it, the more he wanted to throw up. There was a fishy stench there that disgusted his largely human nose, something clearly bestial that he wanted to pull away from. He had sucked dick before, but not his own, and certainly not one that belonged to a Pokemon!

<There’s no way I’m going to suck my own uuummmph!> Ryan screamed in his mind before Lugia forced his new muzzle around his penis. The taste was horrid, and worse, it continued to twitch within his mouth as though seeking the back of his throat. It seemed his head had not yet obtained its full stature, and his penis’s writhing length worked its way down his longer neck. Ryan was subjected to the entire scope of his bestial taste, so far removed from his previous pleasures. It was abhorrent, yet he had no way to escape his fate!

<How does it taste, human?> Lugia taunted Ryan, struggling to resist and failing with all he had. <What, your mind tells me that you like sucking dick! I would get used to it, if I were you. It’s the only cock you’ll be able to suck moving forward, though I plan to make use of my new body for all sorts of pleasures!>

Yet, Ryan was too busy to reply, fighting the sensation of being forcibly deep-throated by Lugia’s member. He barely noticed how Lugia’s wing hands had raised around his head, the second fully formed in his ignorance. A chill ran through him, though Ryan could do nothing but struggle with the cock down his throat. Clouds were forming around him, darkening the sky as a threatening wind picked up around them. A storm was brewing, yet all Ryan could do was brave the storm within his mind.

With all his effort, Ryan’s mind thrust back into the driver’s seat, forcing his changed mouth off his cock as it hit the rocks with an audible splat. There was no denying the pleasure from the contact, especially as the force wracked all the way through to his internal testicles. It was all Ryan had not to nut, scared of how overwhelming it would be from such a member. Almost enough to erode what control he had, which made him wonder why Lugia had given up momentary power over their being.

The reason was soon obvious, much to Ryan’s detriment. While his skin was largely ignorant of it, the waves of wind-blown rain could not be ignored for long. It was misting against his skin, and there was nothing Ryan could do as he despaired, his body reacting in the worst way. It was almost as though Ryan’s body longed to become Lugia’s, seeing it as the superior form. Ryan was left desperate now, trying to hold onto whatever humanity was left. Yet, he was so far changed already, massive beyond the scope of any Pokémon he had seen. And what little remained stood to be robbed from him forever.

Pushing with all he had, Ryan was forced to shiver from the sensation of massive Lugia paws against his cock. He was painfully erect once more, already so close to the edge. And to his dismay, it seemed to crave the touch of Lugia’s wings, as though his body perceived it to be better than anything Ryan had felt before. Lugia was of one mind, sneering at his victim. <Why are you still struggling? Don’t you love your new wing hands? Your body certainly does. They feel so much better against our cock, do they not? Why would you deny your body such pleasure?>

Ryan could not respond but was rather focused on resisting the pleasure of such massive wings teasing his member. They were well beyond the scope he was used to and felt sublime against his member. Yet, they would soon hardly hold a candle for what was to come as Ryan felt his gargantuan feet paws moving toward his flexible cock as well. Their digits worked around his penis like a vice, and a few strokes were all it took to reach release. They were such big paws…it felt so good to paw off in such a way…

A massive splash of water washed over him as Ryan shuddered with his loss of control. Internal testicles burst forth their burden, the tension within his penis beyond what either of them could bear. Like a high-pressure hose, Lugia’s cock shot all over his cock and belly, coating him in rank, sticky seed. While Ryan was barely aware of it, his mostly changed mouth had opened to release a massive blast of power, shooting into the air and clearing the clouds. In the moment of release, Ryan could hardly be sure if it was Lugia’s will or his own release to unleash such an attack. But it didn’t matter as his body began to momentarily fatigue from the first proper release in its new form.

Suddenly spasming, Ryan’s tired mind struggled to maintain control as Lugia took advantage of his opening. The changes were nearly done with him, Ryan having grown significantly in the last few moments, far beyond even the scope of his dream. Human skin was robbed from him with spreading feathers, and tension below his eyes formed into thick, navy lids that expanded into pointed crests. His belly was massive and thick as Lugia worked his wing hands over it. His neck was long enough to gaze down his back, seeing the twin lines of spines that likely made him more aerodynamic in both air and water. And his new penis had worked its way back into a new slit, though it would surely not stay that way for long as Lugia enjoyed his proper form.

Though the skies were clearing, there was little Ryan could do to maintain control, spasms running through him as he fought with the foreign entity. Like a seizure, his control flashed back and forth as Lugia laughed all the while. It seemed his moments of control were getting gradually longer, and eventually, the spasms stopped, leaving Ryan immobile. His panicked breathing relaxed for a moment, and the look of terror slowly shifted to one of satisfaction. While Ryan could sense this, it was all out of his control, and no amount of struggle could resist as Lugia stood up, taking stock of his body. The last thing to go was Ryan’s scared, hazel eyes, turning black and lustful now that Lugia had won.

<There, all done! Aren’t you happy to have such a superior body? No? Well, surely you’ll come to respect it soon!> Lugia gloated, and Ryan was left wanting to cry out but was unable to. Much to his chagrin, Ryan was aware of his penis sliding from his slit once more, Lugia shivering as he said, <At least you should be thankful for the chance to possess such a wonderful penis!>

Before Ryan could respond, he felt Lugia’s massive body suddenly leap into the air, taking flight as he rose above the island. With the speed he was able to ascend, Ryan was given a true feel for the scope his new body had achieved, made all the more embarrassing by the size of his erection. Hopefully, no one could see him! Yet, it was obvious where Lugia’s thoughts were fixated as his cock undulated against his massive belly. Wanting to breed with many females, forcing them to lay his eggs…his virile semen would make any Pokémon large enough pregnant with his progeny, birthing more Lugias. He was an alpha Pokémon, after all, and thought such was his right!

Not wanting to endure such a fate, Ryan did his best to struggle, fighting with all he had to regain control. His humanity, his sexuality, all was to be robbed from him if he allowed Lugia to possess him. But it was all for naught. Ryan couldn’t suppress the very real fear that his body wanted this and would never allow him to go back to being a small, weak human. He was a passenger in his own body, simply watching and feeling as Lugia took all he wanted.

<Don’t worry! This body has chosen its rightful owner, and you have lost. But I intend to mate as many times as possible and pleasure myself in between. You’ll come to love it as I do, I’m certain! If not, perhaps finishing what I had started for you will change your perspective,> Lugia taunted, circling the island before landing where he had changed.

Shaking his body from any fragment clothing fibers, Ryan felt Lugia’s cock reaching full erection, able to curve up around his girthy belly. It was more than he could have imagined to be so long, sure it would injure any Pokémon he saw fit to mate with. Without waiting, Lugia moved his beak to suck his own cock, and his entire body shivered from the contact. As much as Ryan didn’t want to admit it, a small part of him was beginning to understand why his body loved it so much. And so, too, did Lugia, feeling it reaching the back of his throat with ease. This time, his head had enlarged enough to take it properly, and there was nothing Ryan could do as Lugia partook of himself.

Despite his previous release, it seemed Lugia had more to give and saw no need to hold back. Within moments, his penis was spasming, and a load of Pokemon semen blew down his gullet. Much to his disgust, the force of it was enough for his penis to fall from his beak and spray over his face and chest. It seemed his internal reservoir was more potent than Ryan could have ever imagined, yet no amount of resistance could draw an iota of control over their body. It seemed the moment the change was done, all Ryan’s control was relinquished, and he was a passenger in his own mind, subject to Lugia’s whims.

All of Ryan’s protestations were for naught as Lugia took to the air again, hovering over the island and the shrine once more. Penis retreating into his slit, he took aim toward the water before hitting it with barely a splash. As the water rushed over his streamlined body, Ryan looked for any moment of weakness, any chance to regain control. But then…what if he did? Would it matter if his body were still that of a Pokémon? His body had chosen, after all, had embrace the chance to become this massive beast. And even a fading scream in his mind was futile, having lost the fight and forced to accept his fate.

<Now, now, don’t lament! An entirely new world awaits you! Not just the sexual pleasures, but those will be abundant, I can assure you! But there are areas of the world your kind has never seen to be explored, and you have a body that will last hundreds of your years with a power wielded by a true alpha! Of course, you’ll be simply along for the ride, but that’s more fitting for a being of your caliber!> Lugia declared, Ryan fruitlessly screaming as Lugia moved to settle in his aquatic domain once more.