(Various M and F to Pokemon, Mass TF)

Tommy sipped at a coffee that was already too cold for his liking. Of course, that’s just how things were – the damn office kept the good coffee maker on the top floor, where the ‘undesirables’ weren’t supposed to go. But no matter what they thought of his salary, he was still their security, and so he’d invented an impromptu ‘upstairs inspection.’

He had to be thorough about it though, which was why every time he got back to his desk in ‘The Dungeon,’ the coffee wasn’t even hot enough to scald his tongue. It was a small price to pay for a drink that didn’t taste like the underside of a plumber’s boot.

He clicked his radio off and spun his chair from his array of monitors, choosing his break very carefully. He trusted Kate to be able to handle the outside perimeter while he enjoyed his coffee, and he clicked his radio very purposefully off.

Even if he had been watching, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. But perhaps he would have been able to lock down the building in time.

Instead, he’d turned a blind eye to the sight of his ‘deputy’ being assailed by what looked like a ribbon-clad fox-dog. He didn’t see how Kate’s eyes bulged, the space between them vanishing as they merged into a single, cyclopean orb that swelled across more of her face. He didn’t see how her body quite literally fell apart, head, torso, and hips splitting, softening, rounding. He didn’t see her ears, her hands, and her legs curl outward from these new eye-laden spheres, or how they coalesced into what looked like magnets.

Tommy didn’t see Kate’s three bodies clack together violently, all six of the magnets flapping wildly as a fading human brain struggled to make sense of her new merged form. He didn’t see a woman he’d known for years turn into a Magneton… Until it was too late.

It was only thanks to a slight swaying of his chair that he was able to catch her cap, which had stubbornly clung to her head despite its horrifying changes, flutter to the ground. “The hell?” He muttered, thoughts of lukewarm coffee forgotten.

Against a gut instinct that screamed to do something, anything else, he clicked on his radio, hearing a tinny buzz through his earbud. “Hey, Kate… You okay?”

++KKRRRZZRRTON++

The sound blasted into his ear, which began to change…

“Hey, Luke! You got those reports yet?” Nina barely jogged up to the man who, if she didn’t know better, was trying to avoid her. He was such a kidder, always pretending like he didn’t enjoy her constant questions.

Luke turned towards her, a sour look on his face and a sarcasm-laden reply on his lips. Then the door to The Dungeon burst open.

“Ioo, iiiooo iiio!” It was something that looked half like a blue and black dog. The other half looked like Tommy had around two decades ago, which was getting younger by the moment. Stubble pulled back into his face, only for short fur to fluff over his collar. With each step he took, the monster-thing dwindled down into his clothing, until he was covered in his old uniform as though it was a parachute.

Luke and Kate found their attentions torn from it to their own bodies, as their clothes suddenly began to feel very, very wrong.

Luke acted first, fumbling at the catch to his belt, shuddering as a cool sensation gripped his body. It was as refreshingly magical as a springtime wind, but it brought with it an odd weakness. He could swear his arms were thinning. But that didn’t nearly bother him as much as the feeling in his hips. It was like a part of him was bunched up, needing to be free.

Nina found the ground racing up to meet her as she lost half her height in an instant. Her red hair tugged at her scalp, and if she were able to look into a mirror, she’d be amazed to see that it was standing straight on end as though pulled into a Mohawk. However, she was much too upset by the weird clumping in what should have been tight leggings. She grabbed at them with hands that grew rounder and oranger by the second, attempts to tear them off soon turning into attempts to tear them.

Nervous, she cast a glance up to Luke to find him leaning backwards, an almost melodious groan slipping from his lips as a red spike burst from his chest. It looked to be as much a part of him as the rest of his body, which now seemed to include a… Dress?

It looked like fabric, flowed like fabric, but Luke could feel it like it was a part of his body. He brushed his hands against the white skin with amazement, revealing that his legs had shrank until they were like emerald toothpicks. He recoiled, shaking his head as though that might somehow clear his vision. Instead, the motion allowed his hair to flow down to his collar, and for his bangs to grow past his nose.

His whiter hair was greenish now, just like his legs. Another musical groan filled the air as his shoulders compressed, now much too small for his shirt. It slipped half-down his chest, revealing that his arm was green and feminine. ‘Elegant’ was a word that nobody would have every used to describe him… Until now.

In contrast, Nina’s body looked more and more oafish by the second. Her leggings had shorn away to reveal baggy reptilian skin, which she now had to tug up to her hips to protect something of her modesty. Her shirt had fallen off too, as had her brassier—though there was nothing there to hide anymore. The only round thing above her waist was her head, which grew increasingly ball-like.

It was like her head was melting, her eyes sliding towards the sides of her head and her nose turning into a pair of dotlike nostrils just above her frowning face. Her hair hardened into a red crest of a frill, and as her head shrank towards her shoulders her neck unfurled into almost a hood of skin.

“Iooolu, Riolu!” Came the cries from the squirming bundle of fabric where the security guard had once been.

Nina couldn’t remember if she knew his name or not. Shrunken as she was, she was much closer to his cries, which were battering away at her brain, giving it new needs. She started to feel more possessive, more assertive. She wanted that ladylike green creature in front of her.

“Scrraaafff…”

Lukevoir looked down to the shorter Pokemon, heart hammering in his feminine chest. There was no way that she could be thinking what he was thinking, right? Because for some odd reason, the thing he wanted most in this world was for that short thug-like Scrafty to take his slender body in her arms and—

The elevator dinged open quietly, and Brianna took half a step out before her brain caught up with her eyes. A Gardevoir looked to be struggling to support her own weight and the weight of a Scrafty who’d wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

No… Wait. Looking closer, the delicate Gardevoir was decidedly male, and the Scrafty was female. But should that even be what she was worried about?

“Scraffty, Scraff!”

“Gardevoir!”

The cries came across the hall, but were loud enough to send Brianna stumbling back into the elevator, heart pounding. Her palm slapped at the buttons, any buttons, and hissing breath after hissing breath left her lips.

Everything felt wrong. The elevator shook around her even as her arms and legs clamped to her sides, sending her belly-first on the ground like some sort of worm. She squirmed and stared at her reflection, finding a sickly purplish pallor spreading across her body. She hissed again, and this time her tongue flitted from between her lips, stretching longer.

It tugged at her face, and she winced as its tip bifurcated, both slender halves flicking at the air before it slurped back into her distended features.

The door dinged open quietly, and a man paused at the entrance. “Hey, hold on, are you okay?”

He should have run. Brianna didn’t want to do this, but her body was giving her no other choice.  Her neck flared out into an impressive hood, and she curled her body around to him, letting out a loud and hissed “Tcchaaarbok!”

His tailbone shot out like a missile, propelling him into the elevator, into her. She didn’t recognize him. It wouldn’t have mattered. Her body wrapped around his waist, binding him to her. She could feel him growing as slender as the blue-and-white tail he now sported, which thrashed wildly in the elevator. Luckily for him, he just barely missed it getting caught in the doors to the elevator.

He seemed to be searching for anything to say other than a panicked cry, but she already had a hiss in store for him. “Arrrbok!” She hissed again, her new voice growing raspy. Her arms and legs were more than just stuck at her sides, they’d melted into them through her clothes, which now simply slid down the tube of her body, bunching up against the stranger’s body.

He was stretching out too, at both ends. It was getting harder to hold him, like he would be much larger than… Than… Her? She? She didn’t remember her name. She knew she was an Arbok, so she hissed that name instead, spitting it into his face and seeing his distressed features simplify into a cute blue snout with bulging round doe eyes. His ears pulled into what looked like stylized wings, and his Adam’s apple pressed against his throat from within, until it finally burst free of his neck into a sphere-like pearl that glittered against the elevator’s harsh lights.

“Drago… Nair?” He muttered, round eyes clouding further, only to register panic at the feeling of being trapped by an Arbok’s coils.

She grinned in satisfaction, her canines sharpening into twin fangs while the rest of her teeth melted away into her gums. She squeezed tighter, savoring the sight of his vestigial arms and legs fading away into nothingness, leaving him as serpentine as she was.

“THERE’S SNAKES IN THE ELEVATOR!” Gwen shrieked, almost loud enough to drown out their hisses. Almost.

She stumbled back from the open doors, a knot of something horribly fluffy settling into her chest.

“Hey, keep it down! That stupid film crew’s going to tell the big man about us, and we’re just like a week from getting our bonuses.” Josh leaned from his cubicle to yell at her, finding a strange smile on her face. “So, uh, keep the weird stuff to a minimum, got it?”

“Stuff?” She asked, eyelids fluttering as that fluffy feeling surged up to her brain, leaving it nice and cottony inside. She tilted her head, a full-bodied giggle shaking her shirt past one of her shrinking shoulders.

Something was wrong, but Josh couldn’t place it—mostly because he was grappling with a new pressure in his own body. It was a bulging knot just below his spine, so uncomfortable that he fell from his chair onto all fours. “Nnh! The hell? Why’s my back so sore?”

Chuck peered over his cubicle at the sound, seeing Josh on the ground. Whatever Gwen’s daily freakout was, it wasn’t his problem. But Josh was one of the only people worth talking to at this damn place, so Chuck halfway cared about the odd sounds coming from his cubicle. “You okay, bro?”

“Sore!” Josh groaned again. The bulge in his back was visible now, a bump that pushed out against his shirt.

“Oh shit, you step in some poison ivy or something?” Chuck wasn’t much of an ‘outdoors’ person.

“Ivy?” Josh groaned.

“Stuff!” Gwen repeated from across the hallway.

Chuck looked a little further over his cubicle, standing on his tiptoes to get a good view of whatever she was up to. It looked like she was on all fours too, and that she was… Pawing at her face? Today was definitely registering on the ‘weird’ scale.

While Chuck was distracted, he completely missed the sight of two green vines slipping from beneath Josh’s shirt, snaking around the small office and latching onto two of his coworker’s chairs. The vines went taut, reeling them in with a pair of panicked yelps.

Josh wasn’t really controlling them, he was just so, so very sore. It was completely stupid to think that poison ivy could somehow cause this, but he couldn’t get the word out of his head.

“OH MY GOD, JOSH!?”

“IVY!” He shouted back, looking left, into Amanda’s surprised face, a face that deformed into a foxlike snout, brown fur sprouting from her nose and rushing across the rest of her face like it had been splashed onto her.

“SORE!” He called out to the right, seeing Darryl’s shocked brown eyes lighten to a sky blue. The green tentacle wrapped around his waist tugged the man into the air, which was much easier given how little his body was starting to weigh.

Gwen saw this happen with a vapid bliss, pawing at her belly as she felt more and more fluffy, all the better to press against her belly, all the better to feel sink into her soft stuffed teddy body that was so full of cotton that she could just “Full! Sttuffull, Stufful!” She cried out happily, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs as a cottony round tail ballooned out from beneath her.

Chuck watched this all from a higher and higher perspective, far more than leaning over his cubicle. He was literally floating off the ground. His torso was sucked into his head, and his arms and legs dangled from his bulging head just like the ribbons that were growing from Darryl’s thrashing body.

Amanda was just as panicked, but the vine around her waist was mashing her smaller, fluffier body against the ground. She scratched at the thick fluff growing from her collar but the itch wasn’t getting any better. “Veeeeveevvee!” She babbled relentlessly, though it seemed Darryl was the only one listening to her.

Which really, was just unfortunate for him. The man didn’t have much of a chance to think before a Sylveon’s flittering fairy brain overtook his own, and suddenly he was just so excited to… Well, to be. Existence itself felt great, and he wanted to share that existence with the world. “Sylvee, Sylveeon!”

Both of them were too close to Josh’s face. The bud in his back bulged even more, bursting free of his shirt and revealing a pinkish bloom. Green leaves slapped against his back, which thickened into a mottled greenish-blue hide. His whole world swirled. Nothing felt right.

“Saur…” He wasn’t sore any more, at least. But he wasn’t human anymore either. He looked out to Gwen’s body, finding her flopping on the ground giddily. She kept stumbling to a standing posture, only to flop back onto her belly with a thump a moment later.

“Full, Stufful Stuf! Full!” She kept babbling brainlessly, squirming against the linoleum, desperate to be pet and held.

“Ivysaur!” Josh shakily rose onto all fours, feeling his hands and feet bulk out into thick stumps, which let him stomp towards her. His head grew wider, ears pointing to sharp triangles. He dropped the Eevee and Sylveon absently, barely noticing as the Sylveon pounced onto the Eevee and finished off both of their changes.

He was too preoccupied with the teddy-like Pokemon on the ground who’d started this all. He wanted to… Well, he wasn’t sure at this point. At first he thought he wanted to nip at her for causing these changes. But now he was just curious how she would feel under him.

The Ivysaur dropped onto her, shoving his belly against her and feeling the soft cotton of her plush body deform under his weight. The Stufful squealed happily, like the idiot toy she was.

Chuck watched all this from the ceiling, his body now thumping against it like a forgotten balloon. A cross covered his lips, but he was still able to mumble something that he thought might have been a word, hoping that anyone would hear and… Come to help? Or come join them?

“GOD, could they keep it down!? I’ve had enough of this!” Paul Clark-Monet, who refused to let anyone shorten his name, shouted. Muffled indecipherable sounds kept coming from the floor below them, which was making it impossible to film this damn community ad for this damn small town.

This week’s assistants scurried to his sides. He hadn’t bothered to learn their names, it made it easier to fire them.

“Is there anything that we can do, sir?” The cuter one asked. She was more yappy, but at least she tried to get things done. Way better than the space cadet, who just absently stared at her phone whenever she wasn’t specifically asked to work for once. This damn generation…

“Not you!” Paul Clark-Monet snapped at her, gesturing to his usual boom operator. “You hear anything?”

Riley shook her head, a hand to her headphones. She lowered the microphone slightly, but it didn’t do her much good.

“One sec, boss.” Betty, on the other hand, was a much more proactive girl despite having a woefully old name. She dropped onto the ground, pressing her ear against the floor curiously.

“…im”

She could hear something. Something that made her mouth feel dry. Not that it was cottony, it was just as wet as ever. But still, it felt so dry…

“Drifblim…”

Betty’s mouth fell slack open, her tongue unfurling from her mouth like a party favor. She tasted the old mustiness of the linoleum, which was foul enough to hop her back to her feet. Only said hop was far more than she’d planned for, as she launched herself back into Riley’s microphone.

An involuntary “GREN!” burst from her lips, right into the boom mic, and therefore straight into poor Riley’s ears.

It was like two bombs went off at either side of her face. Thick, orange fur burst from her ears, so dense that the headphones she was wearing stretched far enough to snap down the middle. It freed her ears, which flapped outwards like sails free of their rigging. “Delph!?” She gagged on her own tongue, which thickened in her mouth.

It wasn’t as much as Betty’s had grown, but it was still too much for Riley’s face. She panted like an animal in heat, looking to Betty, wondering if the girl had always been that cute. Her body began to stink with an animal musk as a wealth of dense hairs burst across her skin. “Delphox!” She groaned, letting the last syllable linger as her face creaked out into a vulpine muzzle. She pressed her slender fingers against it, scratching into the fur that felt so warm, so good…

“Non-denominational CHRIST, what is happening here!?” Paul Clark-Monet staggered back for a moment, but his tailbone had something else in mind for him. It split and grew into two separate tails, which in turn burrowed into the tailbones of his assistants.

He could feel them in his mind, their swirling thoughts too much for him. He remembered their names and why he’d hired them, even though it wouldn’t do Clara and Marie much good. Clara, the cute one, was busy gawking at how cute the real life Pokemon were. Marie was finally roused from her constant spaced-out stare, but of course couldn’t think of what to do on her own.

It was too much for Paul Clara-Marie. He slapped his hands against his ears, blocking out the sounds of the outside world… And unfortunately, leaving him trapped with his thoughts.

Sadly for Clara and Marie, they didn’t think to do the same. Worse, the Delphox had successfully attracted the other changing girl, who staggered to her as though drunk.

“Grrenninjuuh…” Betty swayed from left to right, making the motion so pronounced that she casually tossed her tongue around her neck like a scarf, letting her feel how smoothly scaled her body was now. Soon, her staggered walk became something of a sultry swagger, one that captivated the Delphox’s attention.

They two met in an embrace of fur and scale, webbed fingers and clawed hands tearing away the clothes that marked them once as human. All the while, they moaned their new names to the room, blasting away the old lives of the hired help.

Clara and Marie stopped moving first, eyes growing vacant, slumping to their knees. Their bodies bulged like balloons, their hands and feet sinking into their wrists and their ankles. The two shuddered, twin streaks of drool splashing from slack jaws onto the bulging fleshy color of their bodies.

Then the two stopped thinking altogether, their mash of thoughts slowly ebbing away. Their arms and legs slipped into one another, and their heads stretched thinner and longer. They looked like overstuffed three-fingered gloves, both of them connected to the backside of their abusive boss.

They never stopped feeling. They were infected, but could sense they weren’t complete. It wasn’t thought, it was instinct. The new hands slowly rose, angling towards their still-(mostly)-human host.

Paul Clara-Marie watched them approach, trying to take a step back—but how could he expect to run from hands that were attached to his own body. They snatched at his arms, tugging them away and pulling him forward, towards the two changed Pokemon that were currently busy shoving their tongues into each other’s throats.

“What are you-oo doing!?” He yelled at the hands, his hands, which were somehow now even more useless than they were as people.

With a pair of wet pops, the two kissing Pokemon pulled free of one another, looking at him hungrily. The Delphox dropped to all fours, her robelike fur pooling around her as she crawled towards him, moaning into his crotch. “Delphoooxx…”

Her hot breath singed away his designer slacks, and more besides that. After all, there was one man in this new body, and two women. It was only natural what gender his change would afflict him with. The foxlike Pokemon’s hot breath melted away his manhood, replacing it with an aching, empty pleasure.

Paul Clara-Marie moaned, shuddering. She would have fallen to the ground were it not for the hands that firmly lifted her wrists over her head, impossibly supporting her and letting her face dangle just inches from the Greninja’s.

She looked pitifully to the amphibian Pokemon, who seemed to remember nothing of her employer. That might be for the best, because if any of the woman had remained, she surely wouldn’t have taken her old boss by the hips, whispering a “Greninja” into her ears, one at a time.

Paul Clara-Marie shuddered at the sensation of her ears stretching, bulging wider. Her extra hands dropped her original hands, which fell limply to her sides. But they didn’t leave her alone. Instead, they started to grope her, their thick limblike fingers mercilessly squeezing her body, squeezing it smaller and weaker.

“St-tah-ahhp!” A hitch rose in the changing woman’s voice, a woefully simian echo to it. “Don’t you knooh-ow who I aah-am!? I’m Paulmarie Clair!”

It sounded wrong. She knew it was wrong. But there was too much happening to resist. She squirmed as her own hands smushed against her face, squishing her features into a simpler monkey grin, squeezing her skull tighter around her brain.

The hands finally released her face, letting her let out a held breath. “I’mmmuhaah Paallmm Aaiir…” She groaned, lifting her arms dopily, shivering as purple fur itched out from her armpits, spreading from there down her sides and along her arms.

The Delphox sniffed at one of her underarms. The Greninja actually licked the other, making the woman squeal and fall… No, not quite. Her arms, the extra ones, were slapped onto the ground, lifting her up. Even though her legs dangled a foot above the ground, gravity couldn’t quite take hold of her. But the other Pokemon certainly could.

“Aaaimpaalm… Ammbipalm!” She squealed pitifully, squished between a furry bosom and a drooling tongue. She was… She was just a stupid monkey Pokemon, just an Ambipalm. This felt good. Why would she resist?

Her extra hands finally lifted from the ground as Ambipalm succumbed to her new mind. Each of the oversized three-fingered hands grabbed a fistful of Greninja and Delphox ass, making the two Pokemon moan and squish their owner even closer together.

He had been a nosy man, who liked to snoop on his workers. It was why he had installed cameras across his entire building, complete with microphones. After all, he had tried to hire smart people – they’d surely find a way to at least look busy. But this way, he had thought he would be able to keep up on their actions.

In hindsight, this was a mistake.

He stood over his desk, ignorant of his own name, unable to read the placard that could have served as a reminder. Drool spilled form lips that he couldn’t seal, lips which were thickening into a dark beak. His hands were now clad in feathers, and a thick wing connected his wrist to his hips like a cloak.

Across from him, his mistress was undergoing a similar change, almost down to the patterning of her feathers. However, he had green feathers which covered his face like a cloak, while she had an autumnal crown of reds and oranges, flared atop her head like a hat. It covered one of her eyes just like the hairstyle he’d had her keep, which was still maddeningly attractive.

He didn’t need to wonder if she felt the same. One of her winged hands was between her legs, brushing at a ruff of feathers. Her other hand clutched where her breasts had been, grabbing as much downy fluff as possible and eliciting another transformative coo from her beak.

Her feet twitched and curled, bending down the middle as they grew more flexible, sharpening into dark, knobbled talons. They scuffed at an expensive leather chair, digging gouges that even the most ambitious restorer wouldn’t dare to challenge.

Some days, he would have shouted at her just for thinking about putting her feet on the furniture. He’d have taken her by the cheeks and asked if she was an animal or a person. But today, he knew both of them were so much better than either.

He leapt atop his own desk, a ravenous appetite filling his chest. She saw his interest, lounging back in the chair, content with letting him come to her for a change.

Any sense of superiority in his mind was now long gone. He was her equal, they were both the same species after all. His beak clicked as he flicked his tongue in it, and he let out a curious hoot, at the same time she crooned again.

“Decidueye!”

In his haste to get to her, he clawed at a keyboard he no longer understood how to use… And in doing so, he okayed a certain camera’s livestream. He didn’t care. He only wanted to feel more of his mate’s soft feathers, to hear the clack of her beak against his own, to hoot his pleasure to her and taste the rich flavor of her tongue.

She crooned back, the curve of his beak warping the sound slightly. Their animalistic cries were just two among the hundreds in the building that now found themselves less than human. In turn, the building was just a drop in the bucket compared to the rest of the city. But it was a drop that was already beginning to ripple outward…