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Upon legs that felt better suited to a newly hatched Deerling, Julias rose to his feet. Stumbling, he reached out to brace one hand on the nearby tree and set his other hand on the bump in his stomach. Gasping, he drew back the latter as if burned.
Eyes wide, he stared down at himself. His uniform was sticking out just enough to hide the view of his belt, though the tips of his boots peeked out over the dark new horizon. Gulping, his hand trembled and returned to his stomach, not making contact, but instead lifting the black fabric to reveal the creamy contrasting skin beneath. A smooth slope greeted his reveal.
His ass hole twitched, still feeling slippery and aggravated. Being vertical had done nothing to dislodge whatever the Muk had left inside him.
"What the tartarus is this?" Had the Muk used Mud Shot on him in some way? A failed Sludge Bomb? He kept his top up and gave the offending bump a poke. "Mn!" A shiver went through his body, curling his toes inside his boots.
"Wh-what..." He bit his lips, fingers twitching, hesitating, but finally slipping over the exposed flesh. A groan fell from his lips and his green gaze glittered. His palm mapped the taut surface, sweeping from one side to the other. He arched his back into his touch and tugged his belt down lower. Cupping the lower swell, his gloved fingers rubbed away the marks where the belt had dug in.
Julias set his shoulder against the tree for support, moaning softly. His belly felt so warm, tight and weighty, and incredible. "I guess... I can put up with this a little longer," he cooed, blushing as he felt more of his body react to the lovely sensations.
His hand was stealing lower when a loud noise made him jump.
Repetitive and high pitched, at first he wondered if another Pokemon was approaching. A pulsating tremble at his hip soon informed him that the cry came only from his pokephone. Fumbling, Julias reached for his side pouch and pulled the phone free. It slipped from his grip and bounced from hand to hand, his fingers pressed to answer, "Julias? Hello? Julias, are you there?" while it jostled once more before Julias seized it in a double hold and brought it up to his face, clutching the device close like it had been possessed by a Ghost type.
"I'm here!"
The face of a fellow Rocket Grunt flashed onto the already cracked screen. "Julias?! Whoa, that's close up. Geez, what's going on?"
"N-nothing! I-I was just having some t-technical d-difficulties." He stammered, face hot and brightly flushed. The phone nearly slipped from his hold again as he juggled to keep his face in view and pull his shirt down. He meant for one hurried move, but had to choke back a whimper as even the sudden rub of fabric on his stomach gave him a sudden jolt.
"Tech problems? You sure about that? You're acting weird."
"I-I am not!" Julias insisted, though he continued to squirm. He brought the phone back a little, and sought to act casual, but unknowingly, ended up looking sulky instead. "Just... just tell me what y-you want, Percival?"
Percival huffed, blowing his bangs from his face and revealing the briefest flash of blue eyes. "I'm relaying the location for the meet up. Did you complete your mission?"
Julias groaned, but not in pleasure this time. "The mission... right. No. Some trainer kid made mincemeat of my Pokemon and I booked it." He sagged back against the tree, peeking briefly up at the branches, still empty. "God, it was so humiliating. But you'll never guess what he had in his party."
"Was it Zapdos?"
Julias blinked. "The legendary lightning bird? N-no! He had Moltres, the fire one!"
Percival sighed on the other end of the line. "Mine must have been another kid then. Trainers these days, sheesh."
"Right?! But does that mean no success for you either?"
On the screen, Percival's shoulders sagged and he shook his head.
"Well damn. But maybe Gawain will pull through?"
"With our luck he found a kid with Articuno."
That made Julias laugh, but the laugh made his belly quake so it was cut short as he bit his lips and shut down another groan.
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Julias was certain his face looked red as a Pokeball. "I'm just not looking forward to getting chewed out by Morgana again."
Percival winced and hissed through his teeth. "Yeah. Me too." They had a shared moment of silence for their impending doom, or rather an awkward pause, before Percival piped up again. "Okay, so we're meeting on Route 12 by a rock that kinda looks like a tree."
"Route 12, tree rock, got it." Julias said with a firm nod.
Percival nodded back. "Uh, so where are you at right now?"
Julias looked up from his phone. No markers, just a lot of trees and grass. "I think I'm in a forest."
"Oh," Percival looked disappointed. "I'm on a beach."
"Is Route 12 near a beach?"
"Uh, no. I mean, I don't think so. I was just hoping you were closer. Closer to the Route I mean." The camera on Pervical's end was starting to shake and Julias blinked, wondering if in addition to the crack on his screen, the colour might be going off. Percival was looking more than a little rosier on the spectrum, such that Julias could hardly see the freckles splashed across Percival's cheeks and nose.
"Um, anyway, try to get there before dark. Team Rocket out!"
Percival vanished before Julias could even open his mouth to sign off in return. He huffed, as this wasn't the first occasion Percival flaked out on a call like that. He was such a weirdo, but kind of cute. Like a Bidoof.
Julias brought up the region map on screen, frowning as Route 12 was all the way on the other side. At least if he was reading it correctly and was where he thought he was. Grumbling quietly, he returned the phone to his side pouch, proceeding with more care than may be warranted, but this was already his second replacement. He was glad it hadn't been damaged when submerged in Muk's muck.
And speaking of which. Julias looked down at himself again and sighed. "Maybe a nice walk will make you go away."
He stepped away from the tree and bent down to collect his fallen cap. His little burden reminded him of its presence as he shifted his torso and he groaned again, putting a hand to the curved side. "N-no, no." He forced his arm straight and his hand flat upon his outer thigh, and with the other slapped his cap onto his head.
"W-we don't have time for that," though he couldn't quite figure out what that was.
Setting one foot in front of the other, and then repeating the process with the other foot, again and again and again, Julias got the hang of it and broke out into an even pace.
Don't think about how it feels, just keep heading forward. This is going to be just like walking off a big meal, no sweat.
Julias panted and huffed. Sweat along his cheeks made his little curls cling to the hot skin. He was so close, but he was already at the breaking point and couldn't possibly take any more. He definitely couldn't go out there looking like he did...
It was insane, absolutely insane. Instead of diminishing, like it seemed by all rights it should, the substance within Julias' belly had grown. At first he thought he'd imagined it; that it was still just the foregin sensation of something inside bothering him, but his shirt kept riding up and the tightness of his belly increased with every step.
When he finally stopped to take stock, halfway to his destination, his toes had disappeared behind a perfect swell and the weight in his gut had increased. His stomach felt fuller and warmer. He dared to draw up the rest of his shirt, and saw how pink his skin had become at the peak of his fantastic new dome and how shallow his navel had stretched.
A cool breeze blew against the taut exposed skin and made him utter an airy cry. He felt his nipples harden, his cock throb, and his ass hole twitch all at once. Stars sparkled in his eyes and his head swam, but in one shining moment of clarity he rallied enough sense to pull his shirt back down, stretching the fabric tight as it could go, and rode out the quakes that came when even that simple action sent delicious electricity shooting through him.
His mind warred with how wrong all this was and how good it felt. He needed to get help, but he also just wanted to touch himself all over, explore his changed body and revel in it. His hands made it to the base of his belly, granted so much more to cup and hold with its new size, and he'd groaned loud and lustful.
The sound of his own voice startled him, and he brought his hands up and away. There would be no more of that, and for the first several new steps, his arms remained held up like he was a criminal being led away by Officer Jenny.
But he kept growing. His belly became more rotund and he nearly fell over when his navel popped, catching on the hem of his shirt as it all but gave up trying to cover so much added flesh. There was some ache in his hips that slowed his pace, though it faded once his gait became a waddle.
With the shadows stretching out, Julias had just crossed onto Route 12 when another wave of sensation washed over him. For the past several steps pressure had been building inside him. Steady and anticipatory. Keeping to the large rocks he'd been navigating about, Julias barely had time to drop his trousers when something released inside and liquid came surging out. A splattered mess of purple tinted fluids marked the once dusty ground between his feet.
But there was no time to appreciate what had happened, the pressure had escalated to new heights and a primal urge to bear down and push seized him.
"So you're telling me the kid didn't have an Articuno."
"No. Just a really badass Lapras I couldn't do squat to."
Julias trembled, tense, and fighting the need to groan or cry out. His back pressed against a great boulder and his body lowered to a crouch. Those were Percival and Gawain's voices!
Julias had come closer than expected, arrived sooner than anticipated. The meet up was only a few feet away and his fellow Grunts were heading there right now.
Percival and Gawain passed his hiding spot, but the sound of their voices, and then a third joining them, carried to Julias' strained ears. If he wasn't careful, his voice was going to carry back to them!
But how could he be careful? Even with his hands up over his mouth his breathing seemed deafening. Then his back arched up off the stone and he was already muffling a cry. Something was moving inside him, shifting downward, spreading him open. It wanted out and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Tears ran down his face. It hurt... but it felt good! This thing, whatever it was, was thick and wide. There was no give as it descended, bullying its way out of the space it had grown in. Stretching some part of Julias he didn't even know existed. That stretching would surely break him, pull him apart, and yet his hips rocked lavisciously, grinding the girth where he felt stretched the most.
His cock was so very hard, leaking all the precum that seemed to have been built up over the entire journey. As his hips gyrated, his dick slapped upward against the underside of his belly. The wet smack on the tight skin was far too loud in Julias' ears, but that feeling he got from it was too incredible to stop.
Julias bit down on the fabric of his gloves, telling himself he had to keep listening for those voices and for footsteps. Any moment now he could make a noise that would bring them over and see what a horrible, terrible freak he was. A whimper crept into his hands, challenging his resolve.
Albeit no more so than when he was at last breached.
It felt like his prostate was crushed, pressed so fully by the thing that slipped down into his canal. Julias' head tossed itself back, his teeth ground into the fabric between them, tearing but miraculously keeping himself silent. His cock jumped and shot out a load that travelled across his niche of a hiding spot; decorating the rocks on the other side.
Everything was fuzzy and wonderful... until his insides throbbed in protest. This wasn't over. That thing had only moved lower, much lower, and yet remained in need of help to pass the rest of the way.
Julias let loose a single sob. He'd experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life, was exhausted from the ordeals bringing him to that point, and he just wanted to sink down and let bliss wash over him. But, no, there was work here yet to be done.
Panting, Julias swallowed back his frustrations. He felt stickier and messier than when the Muk finished with him. Everything was too sensitive. The bundle of pleasure that was his prostate continued to be compressed, lighting up his nerves like a festive tree, but he was too overwhelmed to enjoy it.
Just push. Push, and it will end.
"Haa... haa..." Julias bore down, breathed deep and did it again. On the third try he felt the release. It slipped free with almost surprising ease, with slippery liquid coating it and dribbling out of Julias' gaping hole in its wake.
His cock had given a hard, violent twitch and he'd climaxed again, but aside from the wetness around his abused entrance, it had been dry and left him shaking all the more.
Staring at the rocks straight ahead, Julias's mind had gone blank. The sound of his own breathing, deep and ragged, filled his ears. Slowly, very slowly, he looked down to what lay between his legs.
The swell of his stomach was gone, the view clear, and an egg lay wet and shiny on the muddied earth.
Pale yellow with light green spots. Rather unremarkable as far as Pokemon eggs went.
Julias' mouth hung open. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, and yet now it seemed bizarrely obvious. That hard shape, the wide and then narrowing shift. But wait wait wait, humans didn't lay eggs! They had babies, live babies, with other humans. Female humans, and he wasn't... and the Muk had been...
"Are you sure you gave him the right location?" A woman's voice drawled, cross and dubious.
Julias scrambled to pull up his pants, disregarding how they were hardly untouched by what had transpired. Luckily the dark fabric would keep any stains hidden and the encroaching dim of evening would conceal the damp spots.
"I swear I did." Percival insisted, worry infringing on his tone. "I told him Route 12. But, I don't know how far off he was."
"Did you also tell him where we were meeting on Route 12?"
"By the rock that looked like a tree."
"Maybe he thought it was 'a tree that looked like a rock'?" Gawain offered.
Morgana clucked her tongue in severe annoyance. "So for all we know he could be wandering around, searching for a tree on this arid plateau?" Her foot tapped at the ground. "Well, we're not waiting in the dark for that idiot. Call him and tell him to make his own way back to headquarters."
"I'm here!"
"Julias!" Percival and Gawain's faces lit up. Morgana sneered and tsked.
"S-sorry, I-I got into a little bit of trouble on the way here." Julias approached, using physical and mental efforts to act and move naturally while every part of him cried out for rest or soothing.
"Trouble? Is that what nabbed you that egg?" Gawain asked, grinning as he folded his arms and pointed with his chin.
"Egg?!" Julias' voice cracked and he followed Gawain's gesture to what he held in both hands. He didn't even remember picking it up. At the worry they would set his phone off and come searching, he'd done what he could to look like a proper Grunt and dashed out.
"Are you okay? You... you look a bit roughed up." Percival asked, coming in closer. His thick fringe fell back from one of his eyes, letting it shine out with limpid blue sincerity.
Julias blushed and took a nervous sideways shuffle. "I-I'm fine. It just... you know, took me some effort to get this... this egg."
"And? What's in the egg?" Morgana icily inquired, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Julias looked at her and blinked. "Wh-what's in it?" He looked down at the egg, still so warm within his palms. He gulped, and peered up guiltily. "A Muk, maybe?"
Morgana's violet eyes narrowed. Julias withered under the disgusted glare, but his heart raced like a Scorbunny.
The usual tsk and she set one hand on her hip. "You mean a Grimer. A Muk would be the evolution. And evolutions don't hatch out from eggs."
"Y-yes, sorry. Of course. It's a Grimer." He bit down on probably . Humans also don't hatch out from eggs, he reminded himself.
"Well, that puts you ahead of the other two idiots." She shifted her glasses back up and ignored Percival and Gawain's protests. "An egg still counts as a Pokemon catch for Team Rocket." She swept around, her low ponyta-tail swishing across her back. "Now everyone in the van, we're heading out."
Julias sighed, the relief great enough to nearly send him reeling. He kept the egg close as he boarded the vehicle, and sagged bonelessly onto a seat in the back. From the seat in front of him Gawain immediately pressed for details on how he'd snagged the egg, but Julias, face burning, assured him he'd tell him later, and thankfully was permitted to sleep the whole journey back.
As expected, the egg was taken from him shortly after arriving at Team Rocket HQ. At the time, he'd been too sleepy to protest, but in the morning after he began to fret over what would happen next.
Team Rocket didn't exactly run a tight ship, or rather, they weren't that concerned about the methods their Grunts used to further the organization's goals. Thus he was free from having to reiterate the story of how he'd birthed or laid a Pokemon egg. There was however, just enough of a trail to follow, that after pestering a few of the Team Rocket Researchers, led him to discovering that his egg (and it sent a fresh rush of heat through him to call it that) had indeed hatched out a Grimer.
A little on the small side, they said, but an excellent asset to Team Rocket.
Julias was even offered first chance at making the Grimer a member of his party for missions.
He declined.