Transcript Start<br /><br />Images by ZinFyu : <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/4147932">www.pixiv.net/en/users/4147932</a><br /><br />Within the tightly packed recesses of the sterile laboratory that was the Sea Cottage, an engineer tinkers away with nondescript machine parts. Turning every so often to gaze upon his associate working beneath an overhanging hunk of metal suspended in the air with sturdy chains. But a single glance would be enough for anyone to notice the startling contrast in size between the two&#8230;alongside an alarming lack of modesty in the latter; wearing baggy work equipment with the buttons popped like a parted curtain to show off an alluring navel and heavy teats jutting out the front. Swaying to and fro with the slightest movement alongside a displaced belt strap serving as risqu&#233; cover that, predictably, does little. Teasing the awestruck man a few feet away with a glimpse of Cherubi-pink nipples every now and then.<br /><br />Workplace etiquette violations aside, the engineer was more focused on the inhuman aspects possessed by the shapely exhibitionist. Like the fine coat of snow white fur layered over the entirety of that sensual body with the exception of pendulous breasts and an overgrowth of yellow tufts emerging from the knee. An immense pair of wing-like ears reminiscent of a Lopunny sagging down from behind a head of fiery orange hair and the oversized but unmistakable 'sharp' tail of a Cinderace twitching gently from behind a slender derriere. Sighing loud enough to interrupt the whiny ambience of creaky screws being adjusted as striking eyes of orange peer out from beneath the contraption to meet her haggard co-worker's gaze.<br /><br />&#8230;before raising an unassuming hand to lift the oversized hulk as if it were nothing, allowing for the lights above to illuminate the full form of the human-esque Pok&#233;mon staring the engineer down with the slightest hint of snark glimmering in her eyes as mischievous lips curl into a wry grin before forming perfectly articulated words spoken in an enchantingly beautiful voice that had the man tingling all over&#8230; "What's up with all the groaning? Didn't sleep well?"<br /><br />"Something like that&#8230;" was all the man could say with a halfhearted tone as he slumped into the back of his seat. Abandoning his work for the respite afforded to him by the back of his arms. Attempting to block out the sights and sounds of the enclosed space around him while a battle for control ensues within the depths of his mind. Fought by two conflicting sets of emotions struggling to dominate. One, the understanding that he should be dedicating their efforts to fix the Teleporter before Bill, their employer, came back from his excursion. And the other, stemming from primal lust; an overwhelming urge to just give in and let the vivacious vixen have her way with him despite the fact that 'she' had been a he not too long ago&#8230;<br /><br />It had been about a week ago when the Sea Cottage had been left in the care of engineers Roth and Samson. Although there wasn&#8217;t much to say about the former, Samson was a curious oddity. With an obsession for lagomorphic Pok&#233;mon, the engineer would always be seen with his Lopunny and Cinderace close at hand. So despite Roth's insistence that he keep his Pok&#233;mon away from the Teleporter, those pleas would fall on deaf ears. Resulting in an accident that left the machine in shambles&#8230;and the birth of a creature the likes of which Roth had never thought possible until the smoke had cleared.<br /><br />Retaining a basic humanoid stance but overcome by Cinderace and Lopunny's combined traits, the result had been Samson's current form as a biologically functional female hybrid. Genetically more Pok&#233;mon than she was human and with a psyche heavily influenced by Cinderace's penchant for naughtiness, Lopunny's sas and his own base instincts. The result had been the teasing minx whose shenanigans Roth would be left to deal with while they worked towards fixing the device in the hopes of returning Samson and her Pok&#233;mon back to normal after hearing of a similar incident that had befallen it&#8217;s creator&#8230;except Roth was starting to believe that Samson, or rather Sammie as she had started to refer to herself as, wasn't as eager as he was to resolve the situation.<br /><br />The signs were there; Sammie had been adapting way too fast to her new body's anatomy without a hint of fear or longing to return to normal. And then there was the name change by the second day's end. Followed soon after by an alarming shift in morals when she had turned up for work without any underwear on, escalating into full fledged exhibitionism by the time the next week had rolled around. Complete with all the mannerisms expected of a vapid gravure model, not an engineer&#8230;and if his suspicions were correct, then all these sudden inversions must&#8217;ve affected Sammie&#8217;s orientation and preferences. Warping her view of him as a simple, if hard to reach colleague into something more than that&#8230;<br /><br />"Awww~ Does Rothy-poo have a headache? I might have something that could pick you right up! Want a sip?" Roth didn't need to look to know what the sound of liquid hitting the floor originated from. Not when she had demonstrated the ability to lactate with a simple squeeze of those firm tits, except the sharpness of the sound and the hint of arousal in her already airy voice seemed to suggest a forceful squirt of that creamy, vanilla fluid straight out of the nipple. The thought of which sends a crack rippling up Roth's insistence to remain 'pure', stiffening up like a frightened kid upon feeling the warm, padded grip of a gloved hand stroking the hard on in his pants before a rush of disturbed wind blows against his side. Clicking a tongue in abject denial and frustration against Sammie&#8217;s perversions as they hit a new peak. Finding himself unable to say a word despite his inner protests, melting like ice in the sun as his ears flare to fiery erection upon being graced with the perverted hybrid&#8217;s titillating voice being poured right into his brain along with the aromatic scent of mother&#8217;s milk wafting into his nostrils. Exacerbating the exhaustion and mental strain he felt to a point where he simply didn&#8217;t care anymore... "Ufufu, finally giving in, hm? No objections? Then just let me take care of you alright? The machine&#8230;can come later. Geez, you're just so&#8230;pent up&#8230;you're gonna love this, trust me~"<br /><br />With the Teleporter&#8217;s repair put on temporary hold, Bill&#8217;s imminent return tomorrow and the feeling of his pants coming loose before a pleasantly light mass comes to rest on his thighs. All Roth could do was to cry to himself in silent shame while uttering a silent apology to their employer. Leaving off with a passing thought as to what the reaction of the self-professed Pok&#233;mon Maniac would be before a moist, humid warmth encapsulates his being. 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