ACT II


Three months passed since the day Zoey and Zentyne met. The pair had become very used to working together and Zoey had beat another two more gym leaders since. She wasn't keeping track of how much experience Zentyne was receiving, but she was eager to see what would happen when it evolved.

She'd bought a bunch of rare candies and, sitting in her hotel room, wondered where the heck she was supposed to feed this mouth-less pokemon from.

She explored the pokemon but it resembled nothing more than a thin sheet of black latex, with no openings or hints of any mouth at all. Giving up, she stuffed the candies into her vest hanging off the chair, returned the pokemon to its ball and called it a night.

Daylight came quickly, and Zoey decided to explore the city she was in this time. Somehow she hadn't paid attention and couldn't even remember the city's name. She put on her vest, grabbed her bag and Zentyne's pokeball and left.

It was a big city, but it wasn't quite pretty at all. Zoey continued on hopefully, expecting the cityscape to change, when she noticed two men following her. She glanced behind and saw the letter 'R' emblazoned on their shirts.

She didn't know what they wanted but she wanted nothing to do with them. She picked up her pace and took the next left turn.

Her heart stopped as she realised she'd turned right into a dead-end alley. She turned back to leave quickly but stopped as the entrance was quickly blocked by the two men.

Unfazed, Zoey released her Zentyne and put it on. The two men were going on some spiel about truth and love, but she didn't want what they were selling. She knew who Team Rocket were and would not be taking any chances. She focused and fired a Psybeam at their feet, warning them to back off. As they reached for their own pokemon, Zoey fired another Psybeam directly at them, blasting them against the walls and out of consciousness.

Zoey heaved a sigh of relief. She was about to return Zentyne to its pokeball when she heard a munching sound coming from her bust. Then she remembered the Rare Candies in her vest. She tugged at the Zentyne and felt it tug at her vest as well.

'It's eating it!' she realised... 'It's eating my vest too...'

Suddenly the Zentyne tightened its grip on Zoey's chest and began to glow.

Then it hit her. It was evolving. Zoey's joy quickly turned to fear as she realised the pokemon was evolving on her body! She grabbed the pokemon and tugged but it held tightly on as the glowing intensified. The pokemon was in a trance, and was completely unaware of Zoey's struggles.

Zoey pulled at the pokemon's limbs and body but it refused to budge, as it continued chewing on Zoey's rare candies and her clothing. Suddenly Zoey felt the cold, rubbery surface of the pokemon against her naked breasts and shuddered. She'd never had Zentyne on without clothing before and briefly regretted never trying it before.

Zoey scolded herself mentally and returned to the situation at hand. The pokemon's body was glowing brightly now, and Zoey felt the rubber-like material spread around her torso, wrapping her breasts in a tight rubbery tube. She felt the material spread down her flat belly and up her collar. She panicked as the material wrapped around her neck, forming a tight turtleneck collar. She squeaked in surprise as the material spread down under her navel and underneath her panties and shorts, creeping down and wrapping her tush, meeting between her legs, pulling a subtle cameltoe under her clothes.

As quickly as it came, the glowing subsided. The pokemon's evolution was complete. Zoey looked down on her body. The pokemon had evolved around her! She was now covered from the neck to her crotch, in a seamless, sleeveless bodysuit; except it was a pokemon and it was alive! The pokemon seemed happy to be with her and squeezed all around in a light hug. But Zoey's heart fluttered instead. She'd always had a odd fascination with one-piece swimsuits, leotards and tight clothings. Suddenly the feelings she felt the first time Zentyne wrapped around her came back.

Then her heart sank again. She reached for the neck and tugged at it, trying to stretch it pass her shoulders. She pulled at the rubbery suit around her body and tried to climb out the suit's neck.

It was useless. The collar would not stretch anywhere near her shoulders and there were no seams or zips anywhere. Zoey realised something. The pokemon had evolved around her, and now she was trapped. She was stuck in this pokemon, this... pokesuit... This tight, sexy... pokesuit.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a groan from one of the rocket henchmen. She had to leave. She took one of their inner shirts and pulled it over her new underwear and left for her hotel.

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UNKNOWN POKEMON

The pokedex repeated. It would not detect the evolved state of Zentyne. Zoey was still coming to terms with her new permanent undergarment. She'd tried tugging, pulling, even knives (the pokemon squeezed her tightly in fear), but the suit was not coming off. Never. She was trapped. Zoey repeated the words in her head. She'd ignored the feeling all day, but she was feeling excited. She could feel her cheeks were flush and hot. She could feel that her slit was soaking wet. She absentmindedly brought a hand to stroke her fire.

She closed her eyes and sighed as the pleasure built underneath the suit, She massaged her breasts with another hand and rubbed her crotch vigorously. She felt her toes curl and the pleasure build, but it was not enough. She moaned in frustration. There was simply not enough friction to get herself off.

Zoey fell asleep that night lying on the floor of her hotel room, one hand on her breast, another hand at her crotch, wearing nothing but the rubber body suit that was her newly evolved Zentyne.

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Another three months went by, and Zoey was in another hotel room of another city. She'd been wearing her rubber bodysuit/Zentyne for three months now and sported a different look. She now wore nothing but skinny jeans over her suit, and pulled on a simple denim vest, leaving the rest of the suit open for the world to see.

But Zoey was not happy. The power granted to her by her pokesuit was far superior to that of pre-evolved Zentyne, but she was refused qualification from every gym she'd attempted to battle. Nobody would believe that her bodysuit was a pokemon.

To top everything off, Zoey was living out her sexual fantasy. She was trapped in a tight, sexy one-piece suit, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never get herself off. The damned suit was a chastity device. Too smooth to rub her the right way, too tight to allow her any access...

"Zen? Zent..." The poor pokemon didn't understand what she wanted... what she needed. She loved the creature, but not what it did to her. On the bright side, she never needed to visit a toilet ever again. The pokemon took care of all that for her.

Even so, when she was contacted by a mystery man who offered to get the suit off of her, She jumped at the chance.

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Matt's breath caught when the girl walked in. She was a slim redhead with long, firey locks of hair. She had the most perfect breasts wrapped tightly in shiny rubber, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had legs that went on for miles, covered tightly in denim.

"Zoey?"

"You can get me out of this?" She said, pulling at her top.

Matt knew it was no ordinary piece of clothing. He knew that she was trapped. He knew it was a pokemon.

"I've seen this happen before. It's tricky since Zentyne only earn experience while you're wearing it... Don't worry, this will be quick and easy. Are you ready?"

"Y..Yeah." Zoey was stunned by how quickly the man got down to business.

He threw a pokeball and out came a pokemon Zoey didn't recognise. It had a green exoskeleton and its arms ended in two long blades. Before she could ask, the pokemon flicked its arms at Zoey's back, and Zoey felt something she'd not felt in three months. She felt a breeze blow against her back. She felt the suit release its grip on her breasts as a slit was cut open from her neck to her waist.

She felt relief. Then she felt something else.

"Is... is it dead?"

"No, it's still alive. Its just that, Zentyne cannot interact with anyone or anything on their own. They can only work cooperatively with its trainer. They're actually not that rare, just that they only seem to respond to girls. And most girls who end up in your situation are too shy to do anything about it, and end up just spending the rest of their lives like that."

"Oh.. Was it really just CUT you used?"

"No. Regular CUT won't work. This is a HM I developed myself; you can't get it anywhere else. Someone close to me had a Zentyne once too."

"What happened?"

"I freed her, but... You know what, I don't want to talk about it. That'll be $200."

Zoey paid him, and hurried back to her hotel room to step out of her pokemon.

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Back at the room, Zoey sat in a chair naked. She relished the feeling of the cool air against her skin. She looked down at the pokemon that lay limp on the floor.

"Zentyne?" She tried

There was no response.

"I'm sorry."