(Man to Female Mawile; Mega Evolve to Mega Mawile)

“No, we need 150 cc’s more Pokérus! Stabilize that injection site, I want to see those vitals clear!”

“Sir, stabilizing, but… With the current adrenaline levels, he’s waking!”

“Then restrain him and give him more Pokérus, damn it!”

Leroy slowly blinked himself awake, groaning at the blurring world around him. It looked like there were at least half a dozen doctors running around his body, all of them working with a number of tubes that were connected to the young man’s body.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering again as consciousness slowly started to return to him. He was… He had no idea where he was at, actually. Last he remembered, he was out on Route 212, about to pick up his Pokémon from a friend’s house. Then… Something happened, and he blacked out.

The groggy brunette tried to focus on what had happened; both his auburn eye and his golden eye alike beginning to narrow. There was a rustling bush, and someone with an ‘R’ on their chest had jumped out, using a Pokémon to knock Leroy out when they saw he was alone…

Two and two finally clicked, and Leroy snapped to full consciousness, realizing he was surrounded by Team Rocket grunts. Which, of course, could only mean that he was in some sort of Rocket laboratory, and was apparently naked—though that was the least of his worries.

“Whuzzgoinon?” He slurred, frowning slightly as he realized that his body was heavily sedated.

Much to his surprise, one of the scientists actually turned to face him. “Progress is!” The man said with a grin, winking mischievously. The young man turned to face one of the other doctors with a snap in his step. “How is the Mawilite implantation?”

She saluted him back. “Sir! Stone is fully embedded!”

Both of the two turned to a shadowy figure standing behind what looked to be bulletproof glass. It was unmistakably feminine, but other than an almost Cheshire smile, Leroy couldn’t identify anything about it.

The silhouette nodded solemnly, and the scientists bowed. The first one who spoke spun to Leroy with another rictus grin. “Now, who’s ready to make history?”

“Um… Pass?” Leroy smiled weakly as the other Rockets—for what else could they be—in the room adjusted the valves connecting to the tubes all along Leroy’s body. “Guess my opinion doesn’t matter…” He muttered weakly, feebly trying to break the restraints.

“No, it doesn’t.” The female scientist chuckled darkly, clicking her fingers. As she did, the rest of the scientists in the room cranked their valves, and Leroy watched in growing fear as a toxic green liquid started to move through the tubes, oozing towards his prone body.

There was nothing he could do but watch as the fluid slowly crept up to his body, then entered through the tubes. Almost immediately, a fire burned its way across his whole form, and the young adult let out a cry of pain, his eyes squeezed shut as his veins started to fill with fire.

Then his hands started to burn, a pain that he’d never known before beginning to course through his fingers. He shuddered and groaned, his eyes widening as he looked to see his digits darkening. His skin was changing color to a deep shade of what could almost be called brown before his very eyes.

“What’s—what’s going on?” He gasped, chest hiking from the effort to force words out through the pain.

He didn’t expect an answer, and wasn’t disappointed when none came. The scientists all seemed too preoccupied in making sure that whatever was happening to their captive was going smoothly.

Leroy shuddered and shivered, his eyes falling back to his hands. What he saw horrified him to his core. His thumbs and pinkies were retracting into his hands while his other fingers were… He couldn’t think of the word. Transforming was too obvious; reshaping too subtle.

A loud popping filled the air, and Leroy screamed, his thoughts scrambled as his fingers felt like they were breaking themselves and reshaping. They shrank back into his hands, his skin hardening to some sort of metal even as black fur grew to cover himself.

Eyes watering, Leroy watched in horror as the fur started to sweep up his body, moving from his wrist to his forearm to his shoulder. The second the fur passed his elbow, however, the fur turned a bright shade of yellow, and Leroy gulped back more distress as his arms shrank back into his body.

It looked like they were a third of the size they once were, and it boded poorly for Leroy size after this hellish change ended. His eyes watered more as he glared at the restraints, to his dismay seeing that they’d adjusted to his new form. Of course the horrid changes gripping his body wouldn’t let him break free.

As the thought passed through Leroy’s head, the pain reached his shoulders; sweeping across his torso instantaneously. He cried out in pain as an overwhelming compressing sensation gripped his shoulders, and the brunette grit his teeth as they snapped and cracked, pulling into his body until he be barely had any.

The feeling of change swept lower, this time bringing a feeling of expansion, and Leroy watched in numb shock as his body started to grow in an almost conical fashion, that yellow coloration from before returning and sweeping over his lower body.

Leroy still had no idea what was happening to him, but he knew one thing for certain: he was becoming something not entirely human. The shape was nothing like any animal he’d ever seen, so that left only one conclusion: somehow, impossibly, he was becoming a Pokémon.

Yet though he recognized this much, the Kanto-born youth had no idea what form he was assuming. Had he been from Hoenn it might seem a good deal more recognizable, but this new form simply wasn’t processing with him.

Leroy’s body was humanoid, sure enough, but the way his chest and belly were transforming almost made it look like he was growing some sort of a dress! He watched and shivered as his changing stomach seemed to billow out into furry fabric, hanging around his waist loosely. Small lines trailed up from the hem of his new cloth, and the trainer shivered in apprehension as he feared something would happen beneath the skirt-like cloth.

Indeed, a sharp pain alerted Leroy to a change happening to his nether regions, and he let out a small yelp of discomfort as he could feel his bits rearrange. It wasn’t as painful as the other changes; more that this was simply wrong; an utterly alien sensation.

He tried to look down to see the extent of the changes, but to his dismay and relief alike the hem of his new ‘dress’ was a little too long.

Whatever mercy the transformation had given him was not to last though, as a new wave of change gripped him. This was actually painful; incredibly so. Leroy screamed as his spine started to retract, pulling his legs back into the folds of his dress.

Worse, as they moved, they also shrunk, leaving him with a pair of short and stubby limbs that were just barely poking out from the yellow hemline of the garment. He shivered in horror, realizing that the garment was now a part of him.

As though it was an aftershock of the first changes, a new wave of transformation gripped the young man, and he watched in mute horror as his toes shrank back into his body to become a pair of dark, insectoid claws.

Leroy wiggled them in disgust, feeling the plates rub against one another as they were moving. They grated like metal on metal, and Leroy shivered in apprehension, finally realizing that he was becoming some sort of steel Pokémon.

Just as he processed this, he could feel the changes moving up to his head, and he looked in horror at the scientists as they clicked more at their stations.

“Sir, entering last stages of the transformation!” The man said with a look to the silhouetted figure. He spun back to the other scientists, commanding them with words Leroy didn’t quite understand. It was a bunch of genetic nonsense that seemed to have the same intent: the complete transformation of Leroy’s body.

He shivered in distress, groaning as a sensation of compression gripped his entire skull at once. His head cracked and popped, jaw reshaping to form a gently pointed muzzle at the end of his face. Leroy crossed his eyes down at it, feeling his eyes ache as they reshaped and became Asiatic in nature.

Then the top of his skull ached, and his newly reformed eyes widened as he felt his all of the pores atop his head close. It was the oddest sensation, like receiving a haircut all over his head at once, and he shivered in apprehension as small strands of hair fluttered from his scalp down to the floor.

Then the back of his head screamed with pain as though he’d been shot. Leroy let out a loud scream, and the scientists all reacted at once.

“Beginning growth of secondary mouth!”

“Sir, all readings still normal!”

“Elevate, elevate! I don’t want to lose this one!”

Leroy’s mind raced as the bed he was on started to turn, slowly grinding until it ran so he was held vertically against the ground by the chains on his arms. He shouted wordlessly, his legs kicking at air as he felt some… thing beginning to push itself from the back of his skull.

It was like his head was sprouting a second one, one that almost as large as his body. Leroy trembled in mute disgust as he felt a seam appear within the growth, and as it parted he realized what it was: a mouth. Sure enough, small new growths came in that felt a good deal like teeth. The worst of it was a wet feeling in the new organ as a long and slimy tongue grew in.

Leroy shivered, barely noticing as his head changed to be something too cute to be anything other than a Pokémon’s head, and the current spiked through his body, burning in his throat. A loud “Mawile!” escaped his lips, and he had the sinking suspicion that he had just lost the ability to speak. A small pair of ribbons sprouted from the sides of his head, and he shivered in distress at the feeling of the living clothing.

“Transformation complete, ma’am!” The head scientist saluted his boss.

“Good.” The female figure stood and turned, heading to leave. “Release our new Mawile—let’s call her ‘Molly’—and prep her for training. I want to see just what a human brain in a Pokémon can do.”

“Yes, ma’am!” The man saluted, turning to his subject with a smile. “You’re in luck, sweetie. It’s time for us to put you to the test.”

The restraints clicked free, sending the transformed man tumbling to his knees. He could feed his new mouth hissing in anger even as the full realization of his changes hit him. Leroy choked out a sob, looking down at his stubby arms and short fingers. He wasn’t human anymore; not even slightly. Hell, he was barely Leroy! Now, he was just a Pokémon; was… Was…

“Molly. Sit up, be a good girl. Come on, we need to see how well you’ve adapted to the changes!” The male scientist grinned, removing his glasses and leaning down to examine the newly-made Pokémon.

Molly—she had no other name to call herself—looked up with apprehension, and she growled lowly through the mouth behind her. Apparently, positive emotions were challenged through her face, while negative ones were reserved for her new appendage.

And she had a hell of a lot of negative emotions… The Pokémon growled lowly, ready to see what her new body could do to the scientists. But though her mind wanted her to maim and rend, her body was oddly unwilling to.

“Maw… Mawile?” Molly glared up at the scientist, growling.

“Oh, you like that, eh? You’re a Pokémon now, remember? Means you can’t just go wild and attack us.” The scientist grinned, crouching down to look at Molly. Then he reached out an arm to the right and snapped his fingers. “Now, let’s see if her Mega Stone works out okay.”

Mega Stone? What the heck were they talking about? Molly looked on in confusion as the female scientist pulled out a bracelet, rapping the stone that was embedded within the band.

The second she did so, a massive rush of energy flooded Molly’s body, and the Mawile gasped. It was a lot like her first transformation, only this was… Was pleasurable! Her fur lightened at her wrists and below her waist, turning to a bright pink. Her ribbons lengthened further, and her second mouth… Something entirely different was happening to that.

The new appendage growled behind her as it swelled, frills sprouting along its back as its teeth sharpened. But this was hardly the end of these latest changes. The mouth engorged further, a second stalk growing from the back of Molly’s head to connect it to her body just as a small seam appeared in its middle. Then, like that, it split into a third maw with a low growl and a small puddle of drool.

Molly felt great, she felt phenomenal! It was like she’d just been become even more than a creature that was more than human!

“Um… Boss? Inhibitors are wearing off…” One of the scientists called.

The head scientist’s eyes widened, and he spun. “Sound the alarm!”

Molly smiled to herself, looking at the scientists, all three of her mouths growling. Then she launched herself at her lead tormentor, her smaller mouth digging into the back of his neck while her other two grabbed his shoulders.

“N-no, please! I swear, this is just for science! You could be the Eve to a new world of technology!”

Molly glared down to him, snarling as she tore a chunk of flesh from his body with her sharp jaw. Then she yanked her other mouths savagely back.

The man screamed as a swelter of gore erupted from his body, her maws tearing him apart easily. Blood fountained from his sundered form, and he lifelessly fell to the ground just as a klaxon began to sound. A Pokédex slid from his pocket onto the floor, clicking open with a chime.

A small beam scanned out, scanning Molly as she continued her work. Though she had no idea what her body could do, she knew that she could apparently bite and rend instinctively. And she knew that she needed that bracelet.

The scientist nearest it raised her hands in alarm, backing away. “No, please! I have children!”

Molly tore off her leg with one chomp; then decapitated her for good measure. She clicked on the little band with a grin, looking back to the other scientists in the room. They quailed as she advanced; then the thudding of boots stalled her.

“Stop right there!” A Rocket Exec shouted, followed closely by a team of Grunts. They all brandished various Pokémon capture tools, and all of them seemed well-versed with their use.

Molly bawked, for the first time unsure of her new form’s ability to handle this threat. Then a robotic voice broke the silence.

“Mawile: The Deceiver Pokémon. Known moves include Play Rough, Crunch, Vicegrip, and Iron Defense.” The Pokédex chimed, clicking off with a small tone.

Molly blinked with surprise, beaming. Iron Defense, eh? She liked the sound of that… Her skin hardened as she looked at the Rockets, all of her mouths growling lowly. They quickly fired a volley of tranquilizer rounds, darts which harmlessly pinged off of her new form and fell to the ground, spent.

“Well, damn.” The Exec sighed, screaming a second later as Molly disemboweled her.

The Grunts barely lasted any longer. Molly was a whirlwind of fangs and claws, her jaws savagely rending and tearing the men around her to shreds. They were like lambs to the slaughter, and she grinned widely as her fangs continued to work, breaking apart the men like they were made of paper.

Blood and viscera spattered to the ground, and by the time Molly was done with the remaining troops her fangs trailed thin ribbons of gore behind them. She hissed with pleasure, looking to the remaining scientists who were too scared or too stupid to run while they had the chance. Then, all mouths grinning, she fell upon them as well.

It was so incredibly easy! Her new jaws were so strong that she could tear into people as though they were made of cotton candy! Bones popped and snapped to each and every one of her bites, and savage tears of her head painted the walls with viscera.

Molly howled savagely, pouncing on yet another victim and easily tearing off his head. This was good! Her left jaw struck out and grabbed a man around his waist, shaking him and shattering every bone in his body. This was perfect! She bit another researcher in half, grinning to herself. This was vengeance!

Finally, she was alone; all other Rockets dead. Panting loudly, Molly looked around and surveyed the carnage she’d just caused. That really was a great way to relieve stress, but… Now what?

 

Three weeks later…

“Hey, what the hell is that?” A Rocket Grunt called out to his partner, seeing a Mawile approaching them. “Is this thing asking to be caught?”

“Don’t ask me. Just tag it and bag it; we’ll need some more Pokémon for that raid on Viridian City.”

Molly’s second head hissed with amusement as she looked at the two. A raid on Viridian, eh? Sounded like fun, maybe even something the boss would attend. But for now… She clicked the bracelet on her wrist, hissing with pleasure as a familiar feeling ran through her body and her mouth began to drool.

For now, Molly had some business to attend to.