[Hex Maniac TF]

"Ehehehehe... I never expected to receive such a warm welcome..."

"Quit that weird laughing, and how in the world do you mistake a kidnapping for a welcome? Are all Kalosians like this?"

"No, just Maniacs like her. Now quit your whining. We're never going to rebuild Team Rocket if you keep stalling like this."

How rude of them. She was a Hex Maniac, not some ordinary Maniac. Much less one of those crazy Pokémaniacs that wore their fave across their bodies like they submitted everything to them. No, she was all about those curses and those darker sides that Ghost and Dark Type Pokémon were known for. And she knew that Kanto had one of the best locations to encounter those types, courtesy of the Pokémon Tower.

So imagine her surprise when two completely unassuming people were more than willing to guide her to Lavender Town right after she had arrived by ferry, only for them to toss her into some cramped basement that looked like it had been renovated ages ago. Seriously, she could see stray panels that had been torn from the floor. Panels that were decorated in all sorts of arrows and... almost made her want to spin around just from looking at them, ehehehe...

Hold on just a moment. "Ehehe... What was that? Rebuild Team Rocket? That crazy underground syndicate that vanished three years ago? The same syndicate that very briefly sprung back up and vanished because they couldn't get their leader to join them before they got ruined by a kid?"

"The very same!" The male Team Rocket Grunt, proudly wearing the Team's signature red R across his chest, grinned as he adjusted his cap. "Giovanni may have left us, but we intend to fill that vacuum with devotion towards the kind of crime that Rocket was known for in the past! And we won't just hijack the label like those Neo Rockets tried to do! They were fools for thinking that they could just get him back when he clearly had his reasons for leaving us!"

"Great, you got him to monologue." The female Grunt rolled her eyes as she continued to tinker with the machine currently situated behind the Hex Maniac, who wasn't even trying to struggle against the binds that kept her to her chair. "Honestly, he's never focused on results. Either he's making complaints about how the world works, or he ends up caught up in a dream. I just want some cash, and the best way to get that cash is to resurrect the old Team. Livin' was a lot easier when I was on their payroll, so why not?"

The Hex Maniac listened to what the two said, before softly nodding a little. They were, in essence, maniacs in their own way. They were just... Rocket Maniacs? Cash Maniacs? Eh, whatever it was, she couldn't help but admire their dedication to the cause, even if they had differing opinions about it. "So how exactly am I going to help you two? I'm just a Hex Maniac, ehehehehe..."

"Oh, you're not going to help us directly. At least not in your current state. But we've been looking for a test subject. Somebody that can serve as a demonstration for the tool we've been working on!" The male Grunt continued his monologue, laughing as he spun the Hex Maniac's chair towards the device behind her. "Behold! The junk we've grabbed from the defunct Cipher Syndicate!"

The machine that was now revealed to her looked rather plain, all things considered. It had a lot of pumps and a lot of different valves, but the main components that stood out was a large wire that connected the machine towards a screen that she was now facing away from, as well as a Rotom-faced chip and a simple pump that had a helmet attached to it. It kinda did look like junk, if she had to be honest.

"If you call it junk one more time, I'm going to turn you into junk." The female Grunt glared, before clearing her throat. "The Cipher Syndicate, formerly known for their Shadow Pokémon trades and their general operations within the Orre region, had left behind a lot of their machines after the leaders went legit and repented for their actions. Combine that with the Snag Machines that once were produced by Team Snagem, and I've been able to tinker my way towards a brand new machine that should make recruiting new members easier than ever." This time, she was the one getting overly enthusiastic. She was clearly the brains behind operations, while the male was more in charge of selling the dream. Two different kinds of expertise, both equally valid considering their current task.

"Fancy, ehehehe... So what does it do? Shut away hearts of Pokémon so it's easier to steal away the ones you want?" The Hex Maniac had read up on Shadow Pokémon, to see how their vibes affected the Ghost and Dark Types that she loved. She wasn't much of a fan, but it did give her more of an idea of what these two were going to do.

"No, we'll skip that part and just steal their Pokémon the old fashioned way if we need to." The female Grunt shot down that idea, before laughing with a hint of madness in her tone. "No, this machine is designed to lock away the hearts of fellow humans, and let their dreams get slurped up using this wonderful little Rotom Chip! Once those hearts have been deprived of dreams, we pump them full of Team Rocket propaganda, and before long we have a brand new Grunt in our ranks! Should this prove to be as effective as I believe it should be, then we will be able to turn all of Kanto into loyal members of Team Rocket, perhaps even the entire world!"

"And you say I go overboard." The male Grunt pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning the Hex Maniac's chair around so it faced the screen once more. "Any more questions, or are you ready to be the first test subject for our Rocket Machine?" He grinned, before noticing his partner glaring at him. "What? No, we're not calling it the Rocket Eater! It doesn't eat rockets, no matter how much it might abuse Dream Eater!"

The Hex Maniac thought about the idea of being part of Team Rocket for a moment. It probably wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. Indeed, ending up on the wrong side of the law would mean that she couldn't just hunt down her favorite Pokémon-

"Time's up."

The female Grunt cut off the Hex Maniac's thoughts by slamming the helmet down on her head, grinning from ear to ear. "You really thought we were going to take your feelings and your thoughts into consideration? By the time this thing is done, you won't even be yourself any longer. You'll be our very first Team Rocket Grunt!" Oh, the thought of an experiment going right was making her thighs tremble. "Rocket Eater! ACTIVATE!"

Immediately as the Rocket Grunt's voice rang out, the machine turned on and went to work. The Hex Maniac could feel a powerful sucking sensation wrapping around her head, trying to pull things out from her mind. And it was surprisingly successful, as she quickly started slumping forward as her expression went through a couple of different stages. From anguish, panic, pleasure, into complete and utter bliss...

The effects of the machine were readily apparent, considering the way the top of her dress started to grow a little wet from all the arousal rushing through her. And if one were to look towards the machine, it was clear that something was happening, considering the hex-shaped dreams that were now swirling around within several of the containers decorating the machine.

"It's working! It's woooorrkkkiiiiinnnggg!" The female Grunt cried out in utter delight as she laughed, turning up the power of the machine in the process. "More! Drain her mooooore!" She was caught in the rush of success, preventing her from thinking straight and taking things at a slow and safe pace.

All while her partner carefully watched the screen that was facing towards the three of them, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Is the screen supposed to turn on before we've properly drained the victim?" He asked, noticing that the screen was taking on a distinctly un-Rocket like look. Just one big purple and black spiral that seemed a little too mesmerizing. Wasn't it supposed to have a R in the middle..?

"Hm?" The female Grunt broke free from her little maniacal episode as she looked towards the screen, blinking a few times as she stepped closer. "No, it shouldn't be turning on. Is something wrong with the machine?" She muttered, scratching her chin slightly. "Well, it's not like it's actively doing anything to us. It should only be able to properly affect those that have been drained by the machine. Otherwise we'd end up victims to our own propaganda!"

"Ehehehehehehe..."

Perhaps the female Grunt should've examined the machine with a critical eye. If she had done so, she would've realized that the machine could very easily be overloaded if the thoughts and dreams that were being drained were far too much for it. And of course she just happened to pick a test subject with such powerful thoughts that overloading the machine was guaranteed.

The spiral on screen intensified in response to the thoughts pouring into it from the machine, causing the spiral to spin with such power that it almost looked like it was about to suck the two Grunts in. And it damn well felt like it too, with their minds having more and more trouble keeping them in check.

"N-No... Ehehehehe... M-My dream..!" The male Grunt cried out as his expression quickly turned into a blissful mess just like the Hex that was hooked up to the machine, his eyes filling with the same sort of spiral as the one on screen, all while his body started to slim up in some places, while growing nice and thick in others...

"I-Impossible... ehehehehe... T-The Rocket Eater's really eating Rockets..!" The female Grunt panted as she tightly wrapped her arms around her, all while her short hair grew extra long and extra fluffy, just like the Hex Maniac's. All while her uniform was being shifted and grew more revealing, with the R morphing into a H...

The longer that the two looked upon this screen, the more they were being transformed. The male losing more and more of his masculinity to give way to maniacal femininity, while the female's devotion to her Team was being eroded and replaced with devotion towards the Hex Maniac... No, not towards her, but the mere concept of one.

Eventually, both of them ended up looking almost identical. The same voluptuous body with all the curves that were kept nice and tightly pressed by their excessively small uniforms, the same spiraling eyes that were actively spiraling together with the spiral on screen, the same long hair that truly embodied their new devotion towards the concept of a Hex Maniac... Everything about them truly seemed like it had been copied off the initial victim and pasted onto them, and exaggerated beyond compare...

"Ehehehehe..! Hail Team Hex!" They both shouted with renewed vigor, saluting the screen right before it turned off. Ahhhhh.. It felt so good to devote themselves to a brand new team. A team that truly embodied everything they loved. Team Rocket? There was no such thing as Team Rocket in their minds! Just Team Hex, ehehehehe!

The original Hex Maniac that was kept hooked up to the Rocket Machine was not exempt from this. In fact, part of the Rocket Machine's functions was to immediately dress the victim in an appropriate outfit. But since her thoughts and dreams had hijacked the process, it only made sense that she ended up looking like another member of Team Hex. Complete with a shiny black latex uniform that was just barely able to keep her tits from leaking out...

"Ehehehehehehe..." The 'original' Team Hex Grunt giggled in such a depraved manner, climbing out of her chair as the bindings were basically nothing to her now. All while letting her fingers squeeze into her bosom, truly admiring how she had grown. "Team Hex doesn't sound like a half bad idea... But I think we need many more Hex Grunts to have lots of fun, don't we..?"

The other two Grunts looked to one another, nodding in turn. And thus, Team Hex began to move. All to ensure that everyone would be just like them...

---

"Still no luck with love, I see."

Misty blinked as she looked towards her guest, all while leaning against a piece of railing. "Erika? Shouldn't you be tending to your Gym? It's not like you to come all the way up here." The Cerulean City Gym Leader seemed rather surprised, before noticing what she had said. "Oh, you've come to grill me about my dates too, haven't you? Just like Sabrina?"

"My Gym is currently going through a few renovations. The League decreed that it wasn't nearly challenging enough for the kinds of trainers that need to make their way through. I'll take that time to make it beautiful as well, perhaps recruit a couple of new girls for my team in the process." The Celadon City Gym Leader replied, before unfurling a fan to hide her amused smile. "I would never grill somebody as beautiful as you, Misty. You know I would never do something like that."

"You're also a horrid liar." Misty rolled her eyes, which just prompted Erika to laugh a little in response. "But maybe you're right. Maybe I am beautiful. Maybe I'm down on my luck because men just aren't for me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"If you wish to play that game, Misty, I can show you a night like no other. All you need is to come and visit my Gym, and then..." Erika was just about to finish her teasing, before she noticed a bush rustling behind Misty. "...Well, I'd love to continue playing around with you, Misty, but it seems like we have a stalker. Or at least an uninvited guest."

Misty let out a frustrated sigh. Even when she tried to hit on girls, she'd get interrupted! Why couldn't her luck just be normal? "Alright, who's there? Come out, or I'm going to make sure you get a taste of a Gym Leader's anger!"

"Ehehehehehe... Cute Gym Ladies...!"

Both Erika and Misty felt a shiver run down their spines as a Team Hex Grunt forced her way out of the bushes. At first, they couldn't believe their eyes because they thought that Team Rocket had all but disappeared due to the fact that the leaders had been defeated twice over, both the true leader and the leader of the attempted resurrection. And then they realized that the girl wasn't actually a member of Team Rocket, due to the massive H on her painfully tight top.

"Well then... What are you trying to be, exactly?" Erika said, reaching into her kimono sleeve as she pulled out one of her Pokéballs. "You faintly resemble a Hex Maniac, though you're playing at being a member of organized crime as well? That seems rather paradoxical if you ask me..."

"You don't need to be so formal about everything, Erika! She's just some freak who wants to take our Pokémon! That's why she was waiting in that bush!" Misty cried out as she pulled a Pokéball out from between her breasts, prompting a snicker from her fellow Gym Leader. "I can't exactly hide my Pokéballs anywhere else while I'm wearing a swimsuit, now can I? Quit your teasing!"

"Ehehehehe... Pokémon? I don't want Pokémon... I want youuuuu..." The Team Hex Grunt giggled as she licked her lips, all while gently tugging on her gloves. If what the big brained and big tittied member of the team told her was right, then she should be able to make both of them submit with a little trick. And since they were both so wound up, the trick was practically guaranteed to work..!

"Flattering, truly. But if you want me, you're going to have to court me first. I don't exactly take kindly to forward approaches like these." Erika remarked, as she primed her arm. "Vileplume, if you would!"

"Gross. Gross! Why're you even worse than those Rocket freaks?! Starmie, lend me a hand!" Misty felt the shivers pour down her body as she listened to that Hex freak, as she got ready to toss her ball...

"Ehehehehe! Hex'em!"

Just as the two were about to try and throw their Pokéballs, the Team Hex Grunt threw her hands forward and tried to grab the air... And in the process, purple energy constructs were sent out, resulting in the two getting grabbed by those constructs and letting their balls fall to the ground while they were pulled towards her.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Mistry cried out, all while that weird hand was sinking into her head. "W-What's happening anyway!? What's this weird freaky hand!? Tell me, and then stop doing whatever you're doing!"

Erika blushed and kept her noise to a minimum, panting with her cheeks flushing redder and redder the more the hand phased into her. "T-This... I've heard of this. It's similar to the tech used by the syndicate from Orre... Ehehehe..."

"What tech!? How do you know anyway!? A-And why do I wanna giggle just like her, eheheh- D-Damnit!" Misty cried out, all while her eyes began to spin around and fill out with spirals. She couldn't stop the effects of the hand that was grasping her, nor could she stop herself from giggling just like the Team Hex Grunt.

"Ehehehehe... These gloves were made from the same kind of tech that made those Snag Machines... But we don't need to steal your Pokémon. We just need to steal you and make you cute Hex Grunts like us! Don't worry, you'll love being part of Team Hex, I love it too! Ehehehehehehe..!" The Team Hex Grunt explained it all, her thighs pinching together as she grew more and more excited at the prospect of converting two powerful trainers like them...

"S-So we're being snagged and turned into Hexes... E-Ehehehe... W-What a cruel fate..." Erika muttered, and yet her body language was rapidly betraying her displeased words. Especially as her kimono parted to reveal her bountiful and extra hexed bosom, the breasts bouncing in response to her giggling.

"N-Noooo! I don't wanna be a giggly Grunt, ehehehehe!" Misty sounded even more distraught than her partner, but she was falling even more prey to the Team Hex Grunt's strange device than Erika was, considering her swimsuit had already been turned into the team's characteristic latex uniform...

The Team Hex Grunt watched the two struggle as much as they could, even as their hair started to take on the same shade as the Hex's. But that just invigorated her. She had a duty, she had to convert them. "Ehehehe... You girls really put up a fight. But can you fight against this? Ehehehehe!"

With another eerie giggle, the Grunt grabbed ahold of her extra tight top, and then pulled it up and let her big milky Hex boobies bounce their way out. Those big, wobbly, all-consuming mounds started to bounce in such a frantic and yet mesmerizing fashion. Almost as if they were trying to beat up the thoughts inside the two girls' heads...

And that's exactly what it felt like. As Erika and Misty stared at the Grunt's bouncy boobies, it felt like all the thoughts that didn't pertain to being a good Team Hex Grunt were beaten right out of them. One by one by one, leaving them to giggle more and more as their transformation into another pair of identical Grunts accelerated rapidly.

Whether it was their clothes turning into the same shiny uniform with the big H plastered right between their tits, or the long purple locks that looked like they could be used to hide away several useful tools, or the look of pure desperation and devotion inside their eyes... They were completely and utterly converted. And not a single aspect of their old selves truly remained once the Grunt stuffed her boobies back into her top.

"Ehehehehe... Team Hex Grunt, reporting!" The two former Gym Leaders both saluted the Grunt that had converted them. They were completely identical. Both bustier than ever, both more maniacal than ever... And both more than happy to have fun with the Grunt in front of them. "Ehehehehe... Wanna go make some more Grunts, orrrr..."

The Team Hex Grunt that had converted them would've been happy to convert more. But instead, she was lured in by the sheer size of their bosoms, and their enthusiasm, and everything Hex about them. So she leapt at them and gave them a tight hug, pinning them to the ground and snuggling those massive mammaries...

And before long, the three got lost in the rush of pleasure that came with being a loyal member of Team Hex...

---

"Strange... Why couldn't I get ahold of Sabrina, much less the other Gym Leaders..?"

The matured voice of one Cynthia trailed off as she walked down the streets of Saffron City, quietly pondering a few thoughts. All because of the strange situation at hand. She had returned from those peculiar ruins that seemed to indicate a connection between Johto and Sinnoh, only to find Kanto positively abandoned.

She had been through her fair share of complicated situations. Whether it was Team Galactic in Sinnoh, or watching the Plasma incidents unfold in Unova twice over. So it wouldn't surprise her if something terrible had happened in Kanto that was connected to another team. But at the same time, the only team that had any notoriety in Kanto was Team Rocket, and they had disbanded two times over...

"Halt! You there! Non-Hex! Don't move, you're violating Team Hex Protocol!"

A loud whistle echoed through Cynthia's ears, and she was quickly surrounded by a bunch of Hex Maniacs that were each dressed in an overly sexualized uniform that matched the same aesthetic as Team Rocket. But the H, combined with their uniformity, meant that they were a threat way beyond the simple criminalities of that former team...

Cynthia didn't even offer a single word towards the horde of identical girls, letting a pair of Pokéballs open from within her pockets. She called two of her Pokémon to her side, Milotic and Garchomp, both flanking two of her sides to keep her protected. She was a Champion, after all. She wasn't about to give these strange girls a chance to outperform her.

"I don't know what the deal with your team is, but you really shouldn't take a Champion lightly." Cynthia said, thrusting her arm out. "Milotic! Garchomp! Clear a pa-"

"Ah-ah-ah! No Pokémon allowed on the premises!"

Cynthia's eyes widened as both Pokémon were suddenly grabbed by a pair of seemingly ordinary Pokéballs, yanked inside by a set of mysterious hands. And though they were ultimately released from those very same balls, the Pokémon were now on the other side of that ring. Leaving her completely and utterly defenseless, especially as one of the Team Hex Grunts started to giggle.

"I told you all, she'd go straight for her Pokémon! But she'll learn that she can't just beat us through Pokémon! I couldn't, and look at me now! I'm extra sexy, way more than when I was a lame non-Hex!" The Team Hex Grunt wrapped her arms around her breasts, really emphasizing them. "Don't you think so too, Champion?"

While the Grunt looked much like any of the other Grunts, the way that she addressed the older woman immediately made one girl pop up in Cynthia's mind. The challenger that had helped her against Galactic. "Dawn? How did you-"

"Nope, not Dawn! Hex, that's the name!" The Team Hex Grunt giggled, shooting down a reference to her old identity. All while giggling and emphasizing her breasts even more. "Come on, you should be a Hex too, Champion! Just look at us, we're perfect!"

As much as Cynthia wanted to try and fight back against the Team Hex Grunts that had surrounded her, there were simply too many of them. And if she tried to pull out more of her Pokémon, they'd just distract them and pin them down like the others. She was defenseless, but more importantly...

She couldn't stop herself from staring straight towards the Grunts' breasts. Dawn's breasts were really distracting, and she gradually became more and more aware of the breasts on all the other Grunts. Each pair bigger than the last... Or that's what it felt like, but she really couldn't tell. The longer she looked at them, the more it felt like she was being sucked inside...

"Ehehehe, we won't need to use Hex'em on her! She's so weak to titties! Geez, what a weak Champion!"

The Team Hex Grunts mocked her as they noticed how much she was staring at their boobies, prompting each of them to lift their tops and let their puppies out to breathe. Which, as a result, made Cynthia squirm and gasp...

There were so many breasts. And now that they weren't trapped within that latex prison, it was harder to ignore them. Bouncing, swaying, bobbing... All those subtle and exaggerated movements happening at once, her mind trying her best to keep up with every single one of them...

She tried to ignore it all. She desperately tried. And yet she was starting to drool. And yet her thighs were pinching together. She wanted to be just like them, in a way. She wanted those massive tits. She couldn't understand how she was falling prey. She just knew that she couldn't fight back against it...

"Ehehehehe... How do you like our Hexnosis?" The crowd asked her, audibly admitting they were using something on her. Their tits were actively hypnotizing her, making it obvious that she shouldn't look towards their tits. Because they knew that she couldn't stop looking...

She didn't even try. She just gasped and nodded positively in response to their taunt. She loved it. She wanted more of it. And she got more of it, as the circle around her tightened more and more, giving her even less of a chance to look elsewhere.

Cynthia was surrounded by giggly Team Hex Grunts. And the more they giggled, the more their titties bounced and bobbed. The more those mounds bounced, the less she wanted to resist. She wanted to play with herself. She wanted to play with herself as she watched all those hypnotic tits..!

Right up until they trapped her completely. Stuffing her head in between all their tits at the same time. They had crept as close to one another as they possibly could, which meant that her head was in every single piece of cleavage at the same time...

It was too much for her. She let out a howl of pleasure as her eyes spiraled in sheer delight, squirting down below as she fell onto her knees. It all felt so good. She had struggled for naught. Being stuffed into these tits... Being a Hex... All of it felt so good... And she wanted more. She wanted to be just like them, in every single way. But she was still so pitifully normal compared to all these wonderful girls...!

"Ehehehe..." The Team Hex Grunt that had been Dawn giggled as she watched the look of complete obsession on Cynthia's face. "You wanna be just like us, don't you? I can see it in your face. Get naked, and we'll get you a brand new uniform, ehehehe..."

If Cynthia's mind was anywhere close to still being in her control, she would've probably tried to stop herself. But instead, she just nodded and stripped down. No underwear, no anything. She was completely, utterly naked... And nowhere near as beautiful as all the Team Hex Grunts...

The Team Hex Grunts all giggled at the sight of her naked body, before one of them gave her the clothes that she was to wear from this point onward. A pair of long latex boots, a pair of dangerously tight latex shorts, the characteristic H-marked top that would trap her tits within from how tight it was... And nothing else. That was all that she needed.

Cynthia squirmed as she put on every item one by one. Starting with the shorts, trembling as the tight latex slid up her legs, subtly making those legs grow nice and plump just like the other Grunts around her. Her skin even paled a bit in the process, as her eyes kept on spinning...

She softly slapped her own ass to make sure it was just as jiggly as all the other Grunts' asses, biting her lip in delight while giggling just like them. Satisfied with her body, the top slid on just as quickly as the shorts...

Though as soon as it was snug on her chest, her breasts violently ballooned outward as the tight top did everything its power to uselessly compress her breasts. She still looked obnoxiously busty just like all the other Grunts, and only grew to look even more like them as her hair turned the same purple shade as theirs.

Finally, Cynthia put on those long boots. Moaning as she looked absolutely perfect and sexy with them on... In fact, just the rush of putting them on was enough to force her right over the edge, crying out in delight as her hair exploded outward, growing just as long and as thick as any other Grunt...

And as her transformation completed, the Team Hex Grunt saluted her fellow Grunts. "Hail Team Hex, ehehehe!" She cried out, juices dripping down her thigh while she looked upon all the others... They were sooooo sexy, just like her...

With a Champion inducted into their ranks, Team Hex was practically impossible to stop. It wouldn't be long before everyone would be a part...

And the entire world would be consumed in a giggly storm of pleasure, ehehehehe!