Aurthor's note: A story request by anonymous
!WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: RAPE/DUBIOUS CONSENT, MIND CONTROL,IMPREGNATION, BIMBOFICATION !WARNING!
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE ABOVE CAN AND WILL NEGATIVLY IMPACT YOU.
The young woman fiddled her white gloves. Specifically designed to grapple with ghost types. A Mismagius had been spotted in the area at dusk, and Team Rocket wanted it's power bestowing cruses& blessings. She had been squatting behind a tombstone for the last ten minutes and was getting worried if they would be here all night . Graveyards creeped her out way too much. The rookie Rocket didn't even like ghost Pokémon. "Why was I picked again?", she whinnied to herself but one of her fellow Rockets heard her.
"Because rookies have to prove themselves. Now stop complaining! The Mismagius is coming!"
The ghost Pokémon was floating noiseless through the air. Enjoying the late stroll through the graveyard. It was coming her way and she felt her body tense up. Not wanting to be yelled at anymore by her superiors she leapt. Tackling into the surprised ghost. She almost felt herself phase through as if there was nothing, but her gloves made the ghost materialize. Unleashing energy that was supposed to stun it as long as it was grappled. The Mismaguis was larger than she was. Not hard to be as she was barely 5'1. She hung off it clinging for dear life.
"Good job Rookie!"
"Please hurry!", She cried out with her eyes tightly closed. Not able to see the Mismaguis was more angered, than hurt by any of the Rockets attempts to trap it. The powerful ghost quickly defended itself blasting all the Rockets away. Only she was able to stick on thanks to her equipment. Opening one eye she was met by the Mismaguis' glare.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry!", she pled as it began an incarnation. A manta like screech no human could understand, but she could feel it radiate through her core. It became too strong for her to hold on anymore. She was flung to the ground. Loided over by the ghost as it continued its curse. A unique sensation pooled over her lower stomach. A wave of heat following after that burnt up through her core. An incredible level of sensitivity flashed all over her body, then it was gone at once. The rolling waves swimming in her head became a storm and knocked her out. The last thing she saw was the mocking smile of the Mismaguis just before it faded away with her vision.
"Rookie! Hey wake up!", Someone shook her awake. It was daylight now and the Rockets were picking themselves up. Groggily she sat up, no worse for wear, but feeling in the desperate need of a hot bath and soft bed. The team leader was pounding his fist in his palm, "Can't believe we lost it. This is because you couldn't do your job right!" He pointed an accusing finger at her.
"WHA- BUT I HELD ON!", she protested.
"Tch- yeah right. Better get used to grunt work. You're going to be doing it for a long time. Just be thankful you didn't get cursed as bad as you did."
Confused and scared she asked, "C-Cursed?" All around her the other Rockets began to snicker and point. None would tell her what was so funny. She ran crying all the way back home where she got her answer. Looking in the mirror she was greeted to a stranger with pastel pink hair instead of her solid black. "Noooooooo."
No matter how much she washed or tried dying it back, nothing worked. Her hair wasn't changing, unfortunately she discovered there was more. Just above her pelvis a strange small tattoo had appeared. Marking her with an intricate heart like design with horns coming off it.
"Please just be a weird sexy tattoo."
It wasn't.
It started with her dreams. Sexy dreams happening time from time was normal, usually staring the handsome stars of her dramas ,but she never had them a full week in a row. In them she had her legs spread eagle as one after another, girthy strong cocks took turns using her, but just before they would finish the dreams ended. Leaving her waking up each morning flushed and increasingly frustrated. She couldn't cum in in her dreams. In the back of her head she knew she wouldn't be able to till one of the dream cocks finally came inside. It was torturing to experience it night after night. It had been a while since she was with anyone aside from the toy in her nightstand. Which needed to be recharged frequently more and more. The more she masturbated the better it felt, and the more clouded her thinking became. However like her dreams she couldn't finish no matter how long she did it. Each time she did the odd tattoo began glowing a soft pink hue intensifying the more she played with herself. What kind of horny curse was this? She sighed after three hours of trying to cum. Then she began to notice how each day her bras seemed to subtly feel smaller. Except they were still the same B-cups as they were before. Increasingly aware of her nipples rubbing against them, and how much more sensitive they had gotten. Not being able to walk a few steps before it became too distracting. In the matter of a few days it was evident why they had become so tender. It was obvious just by looking down they had double in size rapidly. They spilled out of her hands, and even just gently touching them herself was making her pink nipples stiffen up aching to be played with.
The Rocket bit her lip as she tentatively pinched one. Growing increasingly wet the more she pulled on it. They were so big now that she could lift them up to her mouth. She didn't know just how delicious a tit was until then. Running her tongue around her own nipples was addicting. Without even playing with her pussy she came so close to finishing it made her keep going. When she stopped, shakily breathing in the mess of her own fun, the sun had gone down already. She was losing track of time more and more. 'Wasn't it just morning? …Guess I'll just masturbate some more hehe~"
When she managed to show up at the base the next day everyone stared. Her black shirt was stretched thin, giving everyone with working eyes a chance to see she was braless, and even her skirt rode up higher now. They weren't the only one staring though. Her gaze drifted from one tenting bulge to the next all the way her crew's room.
'6 inches…5 n'half…7 inches…5 inches…8-', She gulped blushing hard as she squeezed her thighs together. Unable to turn her brain off from knowing perfectly just how large her co-criminals were now. 'They're all looking at me. At my tits…fuck it's making my nipples hard…Could at least one of them try and-', She caught herself realizing what she almost wished for.
'What the hell is happening to me. I gotta get control of this before I become some nymphomaniac.'
Ever since the failed attempt to catch Mismagius her boss had made good on his promise. Giving her crap assignments that amounted to nothing more than bitch work. Running around fetching things for other people to do with. They even took away the joke Rattat t they gave to all the fresh grunts from her. As it was she was just a delivery girl now. Before she could stop the thought it played out through her mind. Being so useless that they just used her for stress release. Imagining herself splayed out in open for anyone in the base to use. Her knees were going weak imagining it.
"Hey stupid.", The Rocket who had demoted her was talking. His arms were crossed, and he seemed to be the only one looking her in the eyes.
Something she wasn't doing to him at all.
'7'n a quarter.', She started to slightly drool.
"S-Sorry Boss. Were you saying something?", the grunt wiped her mouth. With an exasperated sigh he shoved the list in her hand, "Go do a store run, and fix that damn skirt. You're flashing everyone." Blushing, she pulled the hem of her skirt down. It had been riding up her thighs, flashing anyone who looked down a peek at her white panties. "Sorry! They must have shrunk in the wash.", She apologized leaving quickly. After a few steps her skirt, which had fit normally a week ago, rode up again exposing her bottom cheeks. Hearing her boss mutter the word bimbo just before she got out of earshot. 'I'm not a bimbo. Bimbo's wear tiny pink clothes, and Pokémon print…I'd probably look good in it. There's some cute outfits I've seen like that…Maybe then someone would fuck the sense out of me, and make me there's forever.'
The thought repeated itself in her head.
'Just fill me up with cum, and I'll be theirs forever.' It sounded nice the more it repeated. 'I would just be their breeding slave…Always happy with someone's seed in me…Knocked up constantly…I wouldn't be able to think ever again, and I would be so soooo happy.' Her head was getting foggy again. The tattoo had grown larger in size. The horns had grown out riding up and over the Rocket's hips. Almost linking together just above the rise of her ass. The growing tramp stamp peeked out where her shirt rose up, catching the eyes of everyone she passed. Almost as if it was calling them to focus on the way she walked. How her hips naturally rolled pushing one ass cheek up, followed by the other. Every store she went into she became the center of everyone's attention.
So far, the only good luck that happened to her was that most of the stores were just giving away stuff for free. Every time she went to pay the young clerks said the same thing. It wasn't even real words. They just babble something and push away the cash in her hands. For the first time in a while, it seemed like the Rocket was finally getting away with theft. Too much of it in fact. She wound up carrying three large boxes all stacked atop one another. Almost unable to see where she was going with it blocking the majority of her view. It was double what the boss wanted, so maybe he would finally change his tune about her. Maybe they would give her an upgrade over a Rattat, like a Houndoom, at least she could dream.
At least for a few seconds before it came crashing down as she was suddenly tackled into an alley. Dropping all the supplies blocking the alley entrance behind them. The Rocket found her wrist being gripped by a large iron clad hand. Looking at a man who could throw boulders as a warmup and wrestle an Onix to the ground after. Only wearing a tattered zubon tied together by his black belt. The martial artist was tall with a powerful physic of well-honed muscles. She could smell the musk of a recent workout lingering on him.
'Why does his sweat smell nice?...WAIT I'M IN TROULBE!' The brain fog disappeared with the racing beat of her heart. Recognizing the man as the Cianwood gym leader; Chuck.
"Team Rocket.", He spat glaring down at her, "What trouble are you committing now!" Without a sign of effort, he pulled up off the ground with one arm not even flexing. She tried freeing her hand, but it was no use. He scowled barking at her, "I told you to fess up!"
"I'm not doing anything I swear!"
"Lies. What do you call all that then!", He pointed to all the boxes filled with goods.
"I didn't steal them. Everyone gave them to me for free!", she heard how stupid it sounded. Chuck just mockingly laughed, "Bah, I bet they did. Maybe we'll just find Officer Jenny, and we can check if that's true."
"Please no!", She was still a Team Rocket member. There was a warrant or two with her name on it. It was futile, but she struggled again trying to unclench his hand off hers. Not realizing that as she did her shirt came up her mid riff. Exposing her tattoo and catching his attention.
A change came over his face. One of recognition that gave him pause. "Ah…I see. So that explains it."
"W-What?", She was scared. He poked a finger at the tattoo giving her a tingle where he touched. "Let me guess, you messed with a ghost Pokémon. A Mismagius by the looks of it."
"…Yes."
"How unfortunate for yourself. That does change things."
"You're not taking me to Officer Jenny?", a sprinkle of confused hope.
"No."
"You're letting me go?", She asked already looking for the fastest way out of the alleyway. Her dropped boxes blocked the exit, and prevented anyone walking by from looking in. The other way down the alley was a dead end. There was a ladder, but could she get up fast enough. The only question was if he was going to let go.
"No.", The gym leader had a smile that in any other situation would have been handsome. Only in the present it made her heartbeat even faster. "What you have is a powerful curse. Yeah, I can feel it now even affecting me. Calling me to complete it." She gulped down knowing he was talking about the rising bulge in his pants.
'1-10! That thing is a monster!'
"What do you mean?", She could feel her mouth watering. Imagining how it would taste. Her panties were getting wet enough to be see through.
"You already know.", He pulled her close, "You're going to be Mine!"
"No! SOMEONE HE-", Chuck covered her mouth. Glaring at her with a warning, "Make any noise and I may hurt you." His low growl sent chills racing down her spine. Shakily she nodded her head, and he let go of her mouth. Using his now free hand to rip off her shirt along with her skirt. Leaving her totally naked with only her translucent panties. He let go, letting the Rocket fall to her knees. Chuck undid his black belt and with it his pants falling freely as well.
The Rocket looked up seeing him block everything else out. His naked body radiated with power of sex that stirred something in her. Her brain was going foggy again as she licked her lips looking at the hanging piece of heavy meat in front of her. Like the rest of him, his cock was large, veiny, and looked like it could break stones.
'That's going to rape me.', a rush of endorphins lit up her brain. She was already holding it in her hands. Loving how hot it felt in her palms. Breathing in the musk like a drug as she rubbed her cheek against it.
'Such a handsome cock.' She could remember sucking an old boyfriend's dick once. That time had been awkward with her not sure of what to do at all. 'His was so small and pathetic…Not like this real cock.' Now like by instinct she put her tongue flat against the sex. Running it over the taste of male sex and salty sweat to lube it up.
'It tastes so good! I can't get enough of it!' Getting every side multiple times coating it with her wet mouth. Licking at his balls each time she got down to them. Burying her noise directly into the sack, huffing the pheromones they were caked in.
'I can't wait to have his cum~'
He gripped her by the hair pulling her head back. Instinctively she opened her mouth ready for it to be used, but instead he pushed her down. Chuck suddenly was over top of her on the pavement. Gripping her legs by the ankles and spreading them wide. His cock stood straight up as he pressed his hips grinding it in. Rubbing against her panties. The sensation was so strong it flooded herself with need. It was so strong for a second, she broke out of the trance she was in.
"Wha-Wait! You're just going to shove it in!", She whimpered knowing there was nothing she could do. Chuck smirked grabbing ahold of her sensitive tits, making her let out a gasping moan.
"The type of slut you are now. Don't pretend you're scared. You've been wanting to get used like a cheap little whore all day." He shoved her face into the pavement holding it there as he leant over. Growling into her ear, "I'm going to split you open. Fuck you're brains out, and you're going to beg for more."
Her heart was pounding in her ears. She was stripped naked in an alley in broad daylight. People were walking just a few feet away. On the rough uncaring pavement about to be violated, and she was more aroused than ever. Her pussy was painfully in need of being filled. She kissed his thumb, "Please Daddy. Please fuck my stupid brains out."
"Good girl.", The praise tickled all the good parts in her head. She wanted him to call her that more. He pushed aside her panties, lined up his cock, and rocked forward. Splitting her into a whole new world she didn't know of. It was pain wrapped around a mind crushing pleasure that she couldn't keep inside. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH~ FUCK ME!", her curse mark began to glow.
He obeyed, having no trouble in fitting his monster size into her wet sex. Wasting no time, he began to fuck her in missionary. Controlling his thrust so not to hurt her. Only taking care he didn't crush her under his immense size. Showing his skillful core strength not slowing down at all as he repeatedly sank his length into her. Her voice wasn't her own. She never made sounds like this before in her life. Not with any ex, not with herself or a toy did she produce these types of moans. Her voice hitching high and soft, becoming low and throaty as she shook under him.
"AAAaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHhhHHH~"
"You feel so good squeezing my cock.", Chuck's praise just made her feel even better. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Locking her feet together around him. She wanted him to never stop.
Chuck picked up the pace. Each time he bottomed out it was signaled by a Plap! Her whole body moved with his thrusts. Her tits jiggled hypnotically every time. Chuck bowed his head and caught one with his mouth. A tight tiny explosion rocked her as he began sucking on it. She felt so close to cumming, but that barrier was still in place. Preventing her from crossing that line until he came first.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Please~I need to cum so bad! AhhhhAHHAhh It's been over a week~"
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Please Daddy!", The glow of her curse mark became brighter between their close bodies.
Chuck closed the tight distance hugging her to him up off the ground. His arms felt like warm marble wrapped around her fragile small body. She linked her arms around his strong neck. Squishing her breasts against his wide muscled chest. Chuck began to slam all his weight into her. Faster and harder than she could think possible.
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!
The Rocket couldn't even make a noise. Her scream was buried biting down into his flesh. Her nails drawing blood as they dug into his toned back. It only drove him to go up a level. Fucking not just her sex, but all the way up to her on fire brain.
'I LOVE HIM! FUCK FUCK FUCK I LOVE HIM! I WANT HIM TO KNOCK ME UP! FUCK FUCK AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME EVERY NIGHT LIKE THIS! I WANT HIM TO BREAK ME EVERY NIGHT! I JUST WANT TO BE A STUPID SLUT FOR HIM! WHENEVER HE WANTS ME! FUCK FUCK FUCK'
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!
Chuck began to grunt. She could feel his cock start to throb inside of her. Licking her lips, tasting his blood she knew he was close. Her vision was obscured by fireworks of black and white spots. There wasn't anything more in her head than the want to be filled.
"Cum in AahhHH me~ AAhhhAAAHhh Make Ah me AHHHAAHH yours~ For-AAHHHHHH-ver~!"
Chuck bit down on her shoulder making her scream. Her vision was completely white with fire.
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!
She felt his whole-body flex as he rocketed forward one last time. Planting every inch of his cock inside her to his balls. Her curse mark was at its zenith; the horns finally locking together on her back as the entire thing glowed so brightly it illuminated the entire alley. Drowning her womb in his cum so much it extended her stomach slightly.
Every muscle in her body spasmed, unable to keep still as she finally came. So powerful it made her wonder if she ever had came before. Like lighting discharging in a hot night sky it cracked multiple times. Cumming not once, but too many times for her to keep track of. As one ended another exploded throughout her body. Every single one that had been denied by the curse was finally freed. Her violent finish kept milking the cock inside her making Chuck cum again as well. She was so full of cum it back spilled out past his cock. The Rocket passed out, but her body kept cumming even after. Chuck pulled them up off the ground.
Leaning against the wall for support. Holding her up she naturally leant into him. Hugging her new master. His cum was still spilling out of her pussy. The mark around her still had a glow but was softening. It was sure to have made her pregnant with his child. He protectively put a hand over her stomach. Rubbing her gently and kissed the top of her head.