PokéCursed - The Second Trap
{Male->Female, Pokémon TF, Latex/Rubber TF, MindControl/Hypnosis}
{Contains Non-Con Sexual Content}

Rayne started off in a dead sprint. The rain pelted his face, and the wind opposed any progress he stood to make. As Pokémon Trainer Rayne fought through the mud, he cursed the skies for the sudden torment. He would have stopped and tried to find shelter, but stopping didn’t seem like a good idea on a route infamous for being unlucky.

After a good while, Rayne noticed the rain was slowing down. Not just that, but it seemed to be coming to an abrupt stop. He stopped and turned around, watching the rain downpour along the path he emerged from, while where he stood was bone dry.

“What the heck… that’s really strange.” Rayne set down his backpack and swapped into a dry shirt while trying to shake off the chill from the rain. With a sigh, he took one last look back at the strange rain storm and continued walking along the path.

A cool breeze blew past Rayne and he shuddered. With the trees blocking a good portion of sunlight from the path, it was difficult to warm back up after the rain. Rayne grumbled to himself. “I wish there was a fire or something I could warm up by, but it’s not like I brought any Fire types with me or anything.” He grumbled and sighed as he continued through the route.

It wasn’t much longer after that that Rayne ended up smelling smoke. He stopped and looked around; a wildfire breaking out could be catastrophic. He listened for the crackle of the flames and managed to figure out a direction just off the path where it had to be coming from. But as Rayne kept listening, he noticed that there was laughter, and it smelled like some kind of meat was cooking.

Like a bolt, Rayne shot out from the path to where the smell was coming from. “Yes, yes, it’s my wish come true, I’ll warm up, hang out with some people and be on my way…” The young trainer stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the campsite ahead.

“Team Stretchy… What are you doing here?” The young trainer stared at the two people sitting near the fire, who had obviously been the ones laughing a moment ago.

Unlike some of the more nefarious gangs around the world, Team Stretchy was little more than street thieves and con artists. Their namesake didn't come from grand ambitions or means to destroy the world like other crime organizations. Their name came from their love of latex clothes. Very tight, stretchy clothes, and a desire, as they proclaimed in their manifesto, “to seal the world in the tight squeeze of shiny latex”.

Team Stretchy had never been more than a nuisance to Rayne every time the trainer encountered them since his journey began. Each time a simple Pokémon battle had been enough to dispel the hooligans, and Rayne usually got thanked by whatever hapless victim they were about to prey upon.

This time was different. Before Rayne could even respond, the two goons of Team Stretchy were upon him, restraining his arms. Rayne reached for his belt of PokéBalls in futility, grunting and gasping in their grasp.

Team Stretchy seemed to “promote” members into higher and higher ranks, with the changes in uniform being how much of their body was covered in their material of choice. The figure to Rayne’s left demonstrated this: based on the long ponytail of red hair and plump red lips, along with the shape of her well defined body, it seemed to be a woman, but not many features were left on display.

“Frank! We got him, we’re gonna be so popular with the Boss! He’s going to promote us to the top!”

The man to Rayne’s right, Frank, wasn’t as covered in shiny latex as his superior. His head and arms were entirely exposed, and the legs of his bodysuit left his feet exposed. He grinned, looking down at Rayne.

“Should I get the Polytto, Kayla?” Frank glanced up for permission, before back down at the captive in his grasp.

Kayla smiled so wide her teeth showed, her mask shifting and creasing to stay covering her face. “Yes… Let the boy see what will become of him…”

Frank let go and walked back to the campfire, and before Rayne could struggle free, Kayla grabbed both his arms in a bear hug. Her muscles flexed against the tight bodysuit she was confined in, and Rayne gasped - partially due to the air being compressed out of his body by the strong woman holding him, and partially due to being turned on. Loathe as he was to admit it, the latex looked hot on Kayla, leaving almost no detail to the imagination, while still covering her modesty. Rayne even felt something about watching Frank walk back to the fire and the criminal’s supplies, but shook that out of his head and tried to avoid watching the man’s ass swing in his own latex pants.

Rayne lowered his head to the ground, blushing at these thoughts, and resumed trying to escape. The blinding flash of a Pokéball opening his direction caught his attention, and Kayla grabbed his hair to force him to look at what had just been called forth.

It was a strange creature, and calling it a Pokémon seemed odd, nothing like this had ever been documented before. It looked blobby, and swirled around, its shape inconsistent. It looked like a Ditto, but instead of being pink, it was a deep velvety purple, very shiny, and covered in tentacles.

“That’s Polytto, the first of his kind.” Kayla informed Rayne, grinning as she eyed the creature. “The Boss was experimenting with some Ditto, trying to make them more latex like. This one ending up evolving inside a vat of the stuff, and became a latex tentacle version of itself. We’re still testing it out, figuring out what all it can do, but well, it’s first trick is quite the doozy.”

Kayla pushed Rayne to his knees, and before he could open his mouth, she just grinned and snapped her fingers. “Polytto, Consume!”

Rayne blinked and fell back on his ass, trying to scramble away, but it was no use. Within seconds the purple blob had surged across the grassy clearing and tackled onto Rayne’s chest, knocking him onto his back. For being a slimy blob, Polytto weighed a lot, and Rayne found himself gasping as he wrestled with the Pokémon, trying to shove and push it off of him.

Kayla and Frank had stepped back, getting a vantage to watch the show from. The trainer on the ground fought and struggled and became more exhausted as he tried to escape. As the minutes ticked by, Rayne found himself moving slower and slower, and Polytto hadn’t even budged an inch.

Rayne collapsed with his arms stretched out to the sides, panting heavily after burning all his energy. He realized that the Pokémon wasn’t slippery or slimy, or wet in anyway. Polytto was made of a gel-like latex, that was so polished and shiny that it was simply impossible to grab it. Even just grabbing hold of the Pokémon let it ooze and seep out the sides of your hand, and it would hardly have moved.

Polytto wasn’t content with just pinning Rayne to the ground; the Pokémon had a job to do. All of its tentacles rose up in the air, before each wrapped around different articles of Rayne’s clothes. Each tentacle made surgical slashes, stripping off the clothes quickly. His shirt and pants, his underwear, his socks, his shoes, all ended up in tatters around him on the forest floor. Rayne’s backpack and belt of PokéBalls ended up cut at the straps and tossed next to him, not entirely destroyed by the process.

Suddenly, the trainer found himself pinned and naked, and found a second wind in trying to get Polytto off him. Rayne grabbed at the blob on his chest and tried to throw it off to the side. Polytto ended up moving with the momentum, but didn’t let go of Rayne first, causing the two to roll over together so that Rayne was on all fours with Polytto hanging off his chest.

Rayne paused for a moment, not expecting to be flipped like that, and found himself on his hands and knees. In that singular moment, Polytto secured its prey and spread out. Tentacles wrapped around the boy’s wrists and ankles, along with his knees and elbows. A similar tentacle wrapped around Rayne’s throat, locking his head forward, and leaving the trainer with no ability to move as the next tentacle approached his ass.

The tentacle about to violate Rayne’s rear was much slimmer than the rest, and came to a smaller rounded tip. “No...no no!” Rayne cried out as the cold tip of the latex pushed against his formerly virgin hole, spreading him wide. Rayne opened his mouth to cry out again, and the tentacle around his throat surged up and into his throat, cutting him off mid-scream.

Rayne glared forward, wide-eyed and whimpering, grunting as he was forcibly violated on both ends. Polytto continued its efforts, pulsating deeper into Rayne with more of the latex material, while the blob remaining on the outside of the boy started to spread out.

Over the next couple minutes the shiny purple latex melted across Rayne’s skin, spreading from his chest down his length. Down his legs and around each toe, then similarly again as the gel-like latex coated his arms and hands, then finally flowing over the face. For a moment, Rayne vanished, a humanoid blob of liquified latex that pulsated slowly as the remaining tentacles forced into his body as well.

All the mass of latex inside Rayne slowly started to change his insides. Organs were broken down and replaced with latex substitutes, before those too melted and merged with his body into a singular shiny mass. It wasn’t particularly painful, though it was a bit uncomfortable as every inch of the formerly human trainer was turned into a latex mass.

Once all that remained of Rayne was merged into the mass of the Polytto, the outside seemed to ripple and change, shrinking with each ripple. All of the excess liquid latex seemed to slop off of Rayne into a puddle around him, his body condensing smaller and smaller. Every detail of the young boy was visible, from each crease in his knuckles, to the veins on his raging erection, to the curves and angles of his face, and even his eyes, looking around panicked as he didn’t understand what was going on.

Polytto reformed underneath Rayne as the former trainer lost multiple feet of height until finally it was just the latex boy and the blob under him, still spitroasting through it’s victim. Polytto started to glow a strange pink, with shadows dancing over its purple form. Rayne suddenly realized that Polytto had to be a Psychic type Pokémon as well, the presence at the edge of his mind couldn’t be explained by anything else.

It was impossible to fight the psychic barrage though. Anytime Rayne felt like he was making progress and holding onto the security of his mind, the thick tentacles in his ass pulsed, while anytime Rayne lost ground in the battle, the tentacles throbed in a more pleasant way, letting his engorged cock also pulse.

The battle of wills was short lived, and not in Rayne’s favor. The moment Polytto broke through the feeble defenses in Rayne’s mind, the Pokémon got to work. Rayne’s memories of friends, family, and adventures were all buried in his mind, locked away. Similarly his identity was pushed down, and room was made for an all new persona.

Kayla walked up to the twitching trainer, perfectly coated in latex and grinned, pushing Rayne onto his back. Rayne watched from inside his mind as an observer, his body was a plaything to the gangsters. Kayla lifted her latex skirt and revealed her own genitals, coated and perfectly formed in latex like Rayne’s. If he could gulp, he would have.

Kayla got to work, rubbing lubricant on the rock hard penis in front of her. “Mmm, I bet you like this boy, well, I’m gonna have my fun with you~”  She pushed herself down the length of his member, moaning as she did so. Her latex and his ground against each other, squeaking and slipping back and forth.

Rayne found himself trapped in his own body, unable to change or do anything, but enjoying every detail of the pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was moaning loudly in his own head along with Kayla’s own moans that filled the air out loud.

“Oh...oh boy, you fucked with us enough times, and you’ll finally never be able to screw us over again! You came here wanting fire, well, that’s what you’ll get! If you cum, you’re gonna turn into our own little latex Fire type Pokémon!” Frank grinned standing next to the changing trainer, his own latex bodysuit stretching with his own organ.

Kayla grunted and moaned, forcing herself on his cock over and over until finally, she orgasmed. She collapsed against the front of the trainer, her vagina clamping down on his cock which was enough to push him over the edge. Rayne couldn’t even think as his body shot out thick globs of sperm, entirely composed of latex.

Rayne’s dick quickly started to shrivel up, pulling back inside of his body, leaving him with a spasming vagina in the aftermath of his own orgasm. Her legs narrowed, and her thighs shrunk while her calves lengthened. Her new paw-like feet stretched and raised so that her ankles would be in the air for his new digitigrade hind legs.

Around Rayne’s hips, a wide burst of fur flared out, like a skirt around her hips filled with and made of fur. Each hair was latex and shiny, but still brushed through like a normal pelt. From the underside of the furskirt down, Rayne’s latex turned dark black, but from the topside and above, her body turned yellow. Rayne’s waist narrowed before turning into an explosive plume of white hair around her chest and neck, with the shoulders flaring out. Poking out from under the expansive white shoulder fur was two extremely thin white arms, practically twigs in size and shape.

The changes to Rayne’s face were the most extensive, as her head forced into a vulpine shape. Her snout grew in to a sharp point with a bright red nose, matching the large tufts of red hair emerging out of the newly formed Braixen’s ears. As her eyes changed into fox-like angled eyes, the change completed for Rayne physically, but the psychic changes were just starting.

In Rayne’s mind, Polytto finished the work it began. Rayne, the human male Pokémon trainer was left trapped, an observer for the sensations of the new body. The space left for an entirely new persona was quickly filling with the mind of a submissive Pokémon. Information and instincts were filled into the head of the former trainer. These new behaviors adapted her for being alright with being used for sexual purposes, both human and Pokémon.

Kayla stood over top of the Braixen’s face, letting the previous emission inside her drip down. Braixen hungrily lapped at her lips, panting softly as the shiny latex seed smeared on her face, giving it a polished appearance. The woman laughed, and gestured at the Braixen’s crotch, and said something to the man. Braixen didn’t understand what her new masters were saying but Rayne still could: “Why don’t you go ahead and break her in?”

Every part of Rayne’s will fought and resisted against being violated again, but it was no use. Braixen just raised her hips, and moaned as Frank pushed his hard, latex covered member into the tight virgin hole. Rayne would have gasped as the sensitive flesh was pushed into and thrust against, leaving him feeling more turned on with her new anatomy.

Braixen, however, was over the moon and was moaning lewdly for her owners. Her lithe hands reached out, holding onto Frank’s hips, even as Kayla lowered her mound onto the fox-like snout. Braixen lapped hungrily, cleaning out her owner’s hole from the messy seed.

As Frank continued to slam into the rubbery Pokégirl beneath him, Braixen squeezed his hips, holding onto him. Rayne was mentally writhing in her own pleasure as she found herself subconsciously wanting to grip and hold onto the man taking her virginity as well.

Kayla, still wound up from moments before, was the first to orgasm as her body shook, rippling from the pleasure. Frank was soon to follow, milked dry by Braixen and Rayne’s combined orgasms. The three bodies collapsed into the grass, panting for air as they recovered from the round of sex, and Kayla and Frank started laughing, wondering how they could get the Boss to let them keep their latest toy. After all, they were the ones who got rid of the twerp… shouldn’t they get to keep a prize for it?