The Pokémon Blueberry
He was a curious fellow, but at the same time he was very strong and determined, it's been a very long time since a crisis has erupted, and this Lugia has been satisfied ever since. Taking a stroll through the dense forest, he was calmed and more pure than he ever been in his whole life as a guardian, taking in his surroundings, and caressing though daydreaming, only having half a sense of the living beings around him. He then finally looked up in the sky to find the sun close to the water, signaling the sun to beginning setting, and then snapping out of his lively dreaming.
"Oh darn, I have to get back to the cave." He thought to himself with a yawn. "It's close to dinner time too, better get there early before those damn sharkpedos get there first" Feeling lazy at the moment, he continued walking instead of flying like he would normally do, not paying attention to the rustles in the bushes, he carelessly carried on with his stroll and daydreaming. He starts to hear the rustling of the bushes more clearly and puts himself in his defense position. "WHO'S THERE, SHOW YOURSELF!" He clamored, attempting to scare the unknown figure.
Just then, the unknown figure, at lightning speed, pursued the temporarily bewildered Lugia and dodged and weaved out of the legendry's sight, shocked and confused, he prepped himself to flee and fly away. Flapping his wings like mad, he made himself off the ground, but then the figure grasped his foot and jabbed an unknown vial into his thigh. He yelped due to the pain and the liquids soon spread through his limbs. He fell to the ground with his body slowly becoming numb, but before losing conscious, he heard the strangers voice which was inscribed to be a Pikachu, but had a darker pitch and a different aura: "Oh dear, you seem helpless, but don't worry, it won't take long I promise it won't hurt." It was up to the Lugia to decide whether that phrase would be true to his word…and passed out.
Still wondering what that 'Dark' Pikachu was going to do to him, and that considering that his level was way higher than the stranger, he didn't worry too much but was still paranoid. He soon started to wake up…only to be found strapped to a metal, tilted table with his arms and legs bonded by the metal cuffs attached to it; he could not understand, why wasn't he able to break free of his torture position, he could easily break the hold, did something make his muscles feel weak or amputated? He struggled to break free of his prison when he soon heard the intercom turn on. "Ah, your awake, for a legendary you sure slept like a log" (He blushed due to his lazy personality) "But anyhow, you gave me just enough time to set up our little interesting…experiment"
He gulped due to the word 'experiment', what was he going to do to the poor guardian? That was the million Zenny question, and he would hope to find the answer to that soon. "Oh, and don't worry about fleeing, I had enough of the drug to make you weak, and besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity…oh wait, you live forever…I guess that will change"
He's going to kill me? He wondered, now he really got unsettled. Still looking around the white room that he is held captive, he started to wonder why he had this…sense…of déjà vu. Then he remembered, he remembered that this was an abandoned Team Rocket Base, a base that he, and he alone, put out of commission, but if he was brought to this particular place, then…
Now he really started to get nervous, 'This is bad' he kept thinking to himself, still struggling against the bindings, thinking endlessly of his infinite torture and pain, he thought about it so much that he almost broke into tears. He almost hated himself for his own muscles to wear out so fast and making him more helpless, all he could was to wait for the inevitable demise that awaited him and more.
As he was remaining helpless, he soon heard mechanical whirring and beeping, taking its time with whatever it was preparing. He also remembered the fact it was nearly 46 years ago that this facility was last active, that explains the clanking and such he thought to himself. "Excuse the wait, it's been a long time since I had my last test subject, and the mess that went along with it" The Pikachu had noticed. 'Mess?' the Lugia had remembered the words, he looked around him now seeing purple decay along the walls, as if they were splattered along the white sides. Was that…blood?
Just then more and loud whirring continued and this time there was an opening in the ceiling, as it was taking a dramatically long time to fully open. A machine finally showed out of the dark, holding a type of strange liquid, but this made the Lugia more curious, this liquid would be his demise? And why would the Pikachu do this to him, for what purpose? The machine started to descend from the ceiling and close in on the Lugia's body, he started to shift uneasily in his position as it drew closer and he moved his head to the right to put some distance between him and the contraption, and it stopped right in front of his eye as a thin needle had been drawn.
The machine started to circle around his strapped-down body, most likely determining where the needle was going to inject. The Lugia started to mentally sweat as it hesitated for a long time, then he heard the Pikachu yet again: "I'm not seeing why you should worry over a tiny little thing, it shouldn't hurt at all, just a tiny needle, and you won't feel a thing." Just then the machine stopped right over his chest, as the needle was still drawn, it started to lower and then insert into his chest. Needles should be painless the Lugia thought, but the pain that was included made him think otherwise, he attempted to not squirm around on the table so the pain couldn't be worse, his bloodshot eyes showing the deepening agony displayed that could crush anyone's heart mentally.
After the needle had subsided from his chest and the pain seceded, he felt even more helpless and having realization hitting him in the face. Why couldn't he overcome this, why did this weakling take advantage of him so fast? This was unfair, but then again, that was life was it not? How did others put it, 'life is always unfair'? Well that moment must be happening to him right now, and irony was going to slap him back in the face.
While he felt helpless, he soon started to hear his insides gurgle, as if he was too hungry, unknowing in his vision, his nose started to turn purple and then spread all over the rest of his face. The dark Pikachu took note of this and then started to grin wildly and insane like as if he was some sort of sadist. "OH, it's finally beginning, what a wonderful moment this would be, let's see how long you can last the blueberry injection" he said with pride and glee. Not knowing what the Pikachu meant, he still was not aware of the purple shade spreading all across his head and neck area, his insides still growling with rage.
The purple color started to spread all over his chest area, and that was when the Lugia started to take notice, what is this going to do to me, what is this blueberry injection that he spoke of? Endless questions flooded his mind as the colors nearing the full envelopment and his systems still raging and tormenting inside him. Then he put "blueberry" into consideration, he had never heard of such berry, but when it came to berry's, there were always round…and purple. He gulped at the sight of his body becoming a berry, that can't be good he thought. And that's when he heard the juice inside his stomach.
He could just imagine the Pikachu's grin as he watches this…transformation happen as if he enjoys pain, what a sick bastard he is the Lugia thought. But going back into attention of his stomach, the juice and the growling inside him was more hearable, but then his belly had tightened feeling more compact and started to expand right in front of his eyes. He squirmed around in his strapped prison, his belly growing outwards did not feel pleasant and started hurting his insides giving him aches all around, the pace of the expansion was rather slow as well, why go through this slow if it's so agonizing he thought.
The Pikachu rather seemed pleased with the current progress, he could not lose this subject, he just couldn't die like this and just make him suffer with the bloating, so far so good he put into consideration. The Lugia however was not enjoying his experience, still expanding as half of his vision was blocked by his flabby, purple, expanded belly; he worried of the straps that still banded to the table would soon break due to pressure of the expansion. Just as he had the thought in his head, the table snapped, along with the bindings with it; if it wasn't for the bloating he could move freely, but still had restricted movements, but some of the pain had passed and part of his vision wasn't that masked anymore, now he could see his body more and the fate it was reaching.
His belly still continued to grow, and his legs couldn't move anymore of the weight added in his body, as if he was completely fat; his arms started to push upwards from the pressure, adding more restriction of his movements, he didn't like where this was going, he would think that he would burst, but the liquid made his skin more elastic and spreadable, no popping he guessed. The crotch of his body soon touched the floor beneath him and pushed his body up more off the ground; it made him less unbalanced and he didn't want to be on his back during this encounter, felt more uncomforting for him.
As the insides still had the tendency to make him grow, he started to have his arms sink into his body, but when those sank so did his legs, but finally his tail started to sink. It felt as if his body started to round itself, making more of a ball than a flabby Pokémon, his nightmares came true: He did turn into a blueberry, and he did not like it one bit. The Lugia started to cry at his pain, feeling blueberry drops of tears trickle down his swelled cheeks, but then even that tasted like a berry, making him feel more humiliated.
As if he could not take any more pressure, the swelling finally stopped and he could not expand any longer, he had a momentary sigh of relief, but still wondered how to get out of this mess; he felt like he would be stuck as a curved ball for…who ever even knows. It made him feel ashamed for what he stood for, a legendary defeated by a weakling and his…tormented experiments. He soon heard the accursed Pokémon yet again once more but this time he went into the room with the lugia, showing himself, but still covering his face; he was getting sick of that voice, but guess he wasn't at the right position to do so.
"MARVOLOUS, So big, so plump and so damn juicy, I wonder if you can even go further, but I'm afraid that our alone time has diminished, so I'm very sorry if you wanted more, but I got to be on the fly, you know…rid of those small-time cops; it's been really fun, and thanks you for being the first successful Pokémon Blueberry" And then he heard the doors clamp back into place.
Funny, he didn't volunteer.