A Gastly Reward
After a long, arduous tournament against the many other premiere Ghost Pokemon trainers of the Galar region, Bryce had come out on top, his team of Gastly, Gengar, Banette, and Chandelure hopping and swirling about in the air celebrating with him. A booming voice drowned the battle arena, bowl shaped like a soccer stadium, declaring him victorious and announcing him as having gained claim to the ghost expansion gym planned to open soon in the brand new Galar league. His dream of becoming a Gym Leader had come true!
As Bryce proudly marched his way to the locker rooms he passed the many memorabilia lining Future Leaders Arena’s hall of fame. FLA was a special place designed to pick out new gym leaders among trainers that are specialists of a certain Pokemon type. It wasn’t often these events were held and these decisions made, so seeing all the iconic trinkets and wears of famed gym leaders past and knowing that he too would be immortalized here someday gave him chills. A gym leader was all he ever wished to be since he first started his Pokemon journey at the age of 10. He trained arduously not only his Pokemon, but his own body as well over the years. He felt training alongside his Pokemon strengthened their bond, and now the muscular adult man was witnessing the fruits of that labor.
Despite being exhausted by the time he reached the changing area, Bryce could only smile. He loved the tired ache that a good Pokemon battle brought him—his body always so animated and intense during one. He had soaked in his victory for quite a while so by the time he arrived the place felt empty. Arriving at his usual locker he sat on a bench and was taking off his sweat soaked clothing that clung firm to his burly physique only to feel something hard clack against his glutes and dig painfully into his muscled backside.
“The hell!?” he darted up and turned, surprised to see a perfectly pristine mask resting on the bench, the white polished surface reflecting the lights above in an almost blinding manner. Picking it up and out from under the florescent lights he turned it over in his hands, shocked at how smooth the material was. His fingers glided across easily as they played with the eye holes, the simple design oddly calming.
It was simply three dark holes in a solid white, concave ceramic, two eyes and one mouth. Despite how thin the mask was the carved out holes were strangely dark, his fingers vanishing in the eerie shade once they went a little ways past it, the gaping void calling to him the longer he stared. Bryce glanced around, making sure no one else was there, nervous the owner might harass him if they saw some stranger fiddling with his mask.
He didn’t spend too much time looking around and just assumed there was no one. Besides, the smooth face was strongly calling to him, his hands slipping it down to rest on his face before he could even have second thoughts.
For a brief moment he left it on, holding it in place with the tips of his fingers while his excited breaths left the mask with a creepy tinniness to the sound. The ceramic rippled, the glossy finish that helped it slide so nicely over his face caressing his features while the pressurized hiss of a vacuum sounded, the mask sucking onto his face at once.
Bryce fumbled blindly at the edges, the whole world turning darker as he felt his face mash under the influence of the mask, horrific pops, crunches, and squishes ringing in the hollows as he tried to desperately pull the cursed thing off.
Finally he found it, the edge, just barely able to slide his nails between his skin and the hard material. He tugged it, giving a relieved sigh as he could feel it starting to give, its hold loosening as his muscles bulged and flexed. The suction was no match for his toned physique. And then it was.
A chilling shockwave spread from the mask down through his entire body, the sensation of frostbite assaulting his muscles forcing the strength to leave them. Hundreds of little sparks were caressing the area under his skin, that tired muscle feeling all encompassing as he groaned, oddly turned on as the weakness intensified.
The world seemed to be growing slightly around him; a towering guy usually, he now felt as small as an average woman. His hands fell limply to his sides as all the strength and beef he’d developed from years at the gym and training with his Pokemon was worked away, his broad shoulders collapsing, all the muscles atrophying to limp noodle limbs and a slim build. His confused grunts grew less bassy, his throat seizing up as the chords shifted to release boyish, somewhat effeminate groans as his former muscle mass surged up his throat and out of the mouth of the mask in a haze of black miasma.
He grabbed at his sweat stained undershirt as he stumbled about the room, his shorts dropped around him—a solid foot and half gone from his former height. The miasma spiraled downwards in evil tendrils of energy caressing him as the mask merged to his flesh. Every patch of skin touched by the darkness was stripped of all hair and imperfections, splotches of deathly pale skin cropping up until his entire body had a sickly pallor, just a shade above the bone white skin of the mask.
Bryce suddenly heard a loud screech followed by several husky moans that were softening in a feminine swoon. Still struggling with the evil taking hold of him, he powered his way towards a far side of the locker room near the exit to find another individual battling their own series of changes. He saw a portly man on his hands and knees undergoing an intense transformation.
The creamy skinned man was being stained a dark, chocolate tone, popping all over him like ink stains. His still male face was beginning to crunch and shift, female groans for help at a clash with his features. All his facial hair was disappearing however, and softer, more pointed features were taking form on his face and his curly, shoulder length hair was growing out far down his back into a wavier, glossy, two tone mane of black and two thick, light neon blue, collections of strands. The man’s shocked gaze quickly transitioned towards focused, almond shaped blue eyes drowning in bliss.
It wasn’t hard to see why, tendrils of water—similar in shape to the dark ones attacking Bryce’s own body—were teasing the contours of his flesh, one in particular engulfing and pumping his cock. The man was completely nude aside from a string of yellow beads wrapped around his waist like a necklace, painfully constricting the fat of his gut. The more the beads tightening, the more the bulbous belly gurgled and scrunched, a flatter, lean shape being brought out. All of the man’s thick arms underwent a similar change as Bryce’s, seizing and releasing loads of mass until thinner delicacies remained.
The beads suddenly gave a huge heave and the man’s sides crashed inward, a clearly female curvature forming as what was left of the fat that had once hung like a sack off his form squelched out of existence and became a tightly packed, smooth core. He was so devoid of body fat now that his ribs and various other bones were showing more clearly beneath the surface of his skin. Judging by his continued moans, the man wanted more or was in too much of a state to demand otherwise. Either way, the transformation continued, the pumping of his cock growing faster, dick shriveling up as it unloaded load after load of thick sperm into the currents of the tendril. Soon enough it became a mere nub that was then devoured by a wet slit that had opened between his legs. The water tendril then spread the fresh lips wide as it forced itself inside the new woman’s chamber and began to thrust.
Bryce leapt back as he was caught off guard by the victim’s loud, orgasmic wail, which was followed by her water Pokemon bursting out of their pokeballs. They began to gather around their trainer in a celebratory manner, rubbing against her with smiles on their face a she struggled in agonizing pleasure. They seemed overjoyed at what was becoming of their master.
Was that going to happen to him?
Bryce stumbled out into the main hallway to find help, but he had developed a staggered gait, his now noodly legs barely able to keep him upright as his limbs twitched. His stubby calloused hands and feet had been replaced with delicate little things that were soft as sin and too weak to life anything heavier than a cup of herbal tea.
He then heard another scream and was met with the sight of yet another victim to this gym of horror’s carnage. A petite woman was leaning stiffly against a wall, her legs scuffling hard on the floor as she thrashed about standing in place. A black leotard she was wearing seemed to be moving all on its own, squeezing her body and massaging her muscles. A gray glow was emanating from the leotard, and small tendrils were extending off from it and coiling around points on her body, one in particular gliding between her legs, teasing her flexing thighs and slit. Her entire body was tensing up and pulsating, every muscle twitching and shifting grotesquely as they worked themselves into a more beautiful placement and shape.
The woman’s soft, fluttering moans began to grow harsher and more stern in their intensity as her muscles began to tone and bulge across her form, the thin flower from before growing into a sturdy, powerful tree. Her now thicker legs thrust against the floor, slamming her hardening backside into the wall, her biceps and thighs flexing to show of the new muscle rising on the surface. While they didn’t rival Bryce’s old physique, they were certainly well-toned for a woman, though none of her femininity had been lost to the buildup of mass, her size still compact and toned rather than bulky and unwieldy.
The woman at the start was quickly fading, the yellow shade of her skin beginning to tan and her hair color fading into a striking silver sheen. Her locks then shortened into a messier, buzzsaw bob cut with grown out bangs swept all about yet not covering her vacillating eyes--a black and orange hairband elevating some of the hair. Next, another blast of energy hit the throbbing lady, her stomach muscles tightening and rising, multiple slab shaped abs wriggling their way to the surface of her tummy hill and then huddling together into a tight set. The woman’s mind was rattled by the sheer awe of what was happening, her whimpering, fragile stare closing shut.
With this recent onslaught, the frisky white tendril between her legs phased through the bodysuit and right up her snatch and began to frolic inside her. It pushed her over an edge, eyes opening wide once more to reveal a changed woman, one with a colder, more battle hardened stare that felt at odds with her glistening, violet pupils. Her cries of ecstasy sounded more like battle cries, their violent nature scaring Bryce away. He did take a brief look back as he limped off to see the woman’s pokeballs releasing her Pokemon just like the man before. And just like before they all began to admire the new body of their trainer. Her fighting type Pokemon seemed delighted at the idea of an intense, physically fit trainer that could rival themselves.
Bryce made his way around a corner before he was completely sapped of energy and with no signs of help. The arousal building within him was becoming too much to fight off and he watched in fear as the dark purple tendrils began to playfully circle around him. If the others were any indication, he knew his time had come.
The smoky evil found its way to his loose shorts, slipping through the fabric to wrap around his cock. His body soon erupted in pleasure as the smoke ran up and down his cock, a tendril forcing itself in through his urethra as his manhood swelled to its full size. He could feel it swirling, stirring his insides as more tendrils latched around his cock to increase the pleasure ten fold. He had to yell, scream for help, but a spike in anxiety that had been slowly building clenched his jaw shut as he whimpered at the thought of talking to other people. He tried to yelp, to beg, even just mewl so that someone could hear his distress, but all communication was impossible, fear taking hold of his heart as his dick shuddered, the tender caress of the tentacles bringing him to a climax.
He squealed as his dick throbbed, the momentous release his body had been preparing for came in a smaller than expected manner, his dick sputtering out a few weak spurts of cum. It became a constant drip, the warmth leaving his body through his coated cock as it lost its length and girth, becoming a hairless medium length rod as the tentacle pulsed inside him. Each spurt drained him of confidence, virility and identity. He could hardly stand as the black roots of his hair finally darkened, the corruption spreading into his mind as resistance became too hard, the slow release draining his willpower until his hands were aiding the tendrils in quick faltering strokes.
With pleased coos, his mind finally lost as black bangs fell down over the mask, covering the upper seam-line while one of his collection of hairs sprung upwards to complete his hairstyle. Sooner than he had hoped for his balls to empty, a final shuddering climax rolled through his body, the last of his mind running down his thighs. The name Allister replaced the old one as he gave a final, loud groan of satisfaction. The tendrils released his weakened cock and his ghost Pokemon revealed themselves from their balls and soaked in the sight of their new trainer. His ghostly appearance immediately won them over and even Allister himself felt pleased with his friends, their sickly nature being relatable to him, they being the only ones that could ever truly understand him.
***
A few hours later and 3 new gym leaders were gathered in a meeting room in front of several supervisors and corporate overseers to the Galar League. They congratulated them all on their success and gave them the addresses to their new gyms they would be ruling over.
The Water gym went to Nessa, the former man now slim, dark skinned woman with long black hair with blue highlights, and a blue orb hair ornament as well as necklace. She wore a decorative blue armlet along with white and blue bikini shorts and a white sport top that clung firmly to her small breasts. She had some odd looking sandals with small inflatable tubes attached to the sides. A lavish, belly chain wrapped around her waist. Allister gazed at her, embarrassed to be drinking in the sight of such a beauty. She welcomed his gaze with a cheerful little smirk and wink, her gold hoop earrings giving a bounce as she did.
The Fighting gym went to Bea, the former woman now athletic, barefoot karate lady with black body suit under white and orange, sporty short shorts and a crop top. She had a black dress shirt tied down underneath her top, leaving a black bow sticking out under her chest. Her medium sized breasts and prized abs puffed out with her posture, the form fitting bodysuit giving more detail to them. Allister felt intimidated by her serious glare, eyes always focused. Surprisingly though, once she caught sight of him she gave a slight smile--though it still broke very little from her stern scowl.
Then there was Allister, new leader of the Ghost gym. The once muscle man, now delicate gothic femboy. His boots with fungus frilled leg wear, loose purple and black shorts hoisted up by suspenders over his similarly colored long sleeve top gave off a bizarre feel to match with his bizarre mask that hid him from the world. Fort him, being so close to these beautiful women had his heart racing, panicked breath quietly rushing out the mouth hole of the mask. Soon though, the meeting was over and he could finally relax, once he made his way outside. It was night out and he was a creature of it.
The other two gym leaders caught up with him and caught him by surprise. They got very chatty with each other around him, Allister trying to block out their voices. It was mostly celebratory banter and wishes of good luck. However, some flirty bits began to reach his ears. Nessa suggested that they really should let loose and celebrate. Bea thought it all sounded like a bad idea at first, she was ready to just get focused and started. But she eventually admitted that it would be good to relax sometime, so why not with others who share a bond as new gym leader graduates. Allister shook a bit as Nessa grabbed and pulled him by the arm, dragging him by the heels with her as she walked off with bea. He didn’t even get to protest, both girls Nessa giggling and Bea mentioning something about him being a cute little shrimp.
Allister could feel the anxiety setting in, but he figured this might make for a good way to prepare himself socially for the responsibilities of gym leader. I mean, something wonderful might come from this, the girl’s tones seemed chipper and with little hostility--most of it from Bea.
As he was piled into the backseat of a taxi with them and headed off for whatever celebration awaited, he daydreamed about his new task as gym leader. He knew he wasn’t just going to be there to relax and visit the cemetery out back. No he could already imagine the old oak doors creaking open and some brash loud mouth descending, an audience filling in to spectate the day’s matches. He had work to do.
Allister was pushed back in his seat as Bea and Nessa pulled into each other from opposite sides of him for an intense make-out session.
They all had work to do.
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