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Sutton had no idea what he was doing. Here he was the assistant to the lead researcher Dr. Hubert on the Fossil Pokemon Revivification project, a position that had taken him a lot of time and effort to acquire--four years of undergraduate schooling, three years for his master's and then eighteen months as an intern to get a look, an interview, a six month waiting time before the position officially opened up, and finally a three hour helicopter ride to the remote island where the facility was kept--and now here he was, dumbfounded and unsure of the how, where, who, and why of what he was doing. Or really, supposed to do because he did not even have a good grasp on that. He did not feel like it was all his fault, either. He had learned quite a bit in his education and had learned how to be resourceful and self sufficient in those times that often had him poor, but none of his learning or resourcefulness was much of use when Dr. Hubert led him to the lab, shook his head, sat him down in front of a computer attached to a mystifying contraption, welcomed him to the project, and said he would be back in a few hours to see how progress was going. Sutton had stuttered "P-progress?" but either Dr. Hubert had not heard or him did not care because he was out the lab before Sutton thought to even call out his name, leaving the would be assistant alone and in his current situation.

Sutton was sure he was supposed to do something with the computer and the contraption, but neither gave him many clues. The computer was ancient and its operating system even more so with no real interface or graphics other than the white letters on its screen that said "P.R.E.X. Ready!" which meant nothing to Sutton, nothing at all. P.R.E.X. wasn't an acronym he had been briefed on. Before he touched the computer and its keyboard, he looked at the contraption and found its appearance no more helpful than the monitor. The contraption was a series of tubes, liquids in said tubes, whirling bits, and blinking lights that had no discernible pattern or function; in fact, the only thing familiar was what looked like an Aerodactyl skull floating in a glowing green liquid near the bottom of the confusing apparatus. That was something, a Pokemon fossil, which probably meant he was supposed to work with it. Probably.

Sutton groaned and massaged his forehead. He really wanted to leave the lab and ask for help or at least some clarification but the thought of doing so made his stomach queasy. He was a professional. He ought to know what he was doing. If he asked for help within the first day of him working--nay, hour!--what would Dr. Hubert think? And the rest of the facility? He would be a laughingstock for sure. No, he had to figure this out and maybe he was meant to. Perhaps this was a test...no, it was a test! Sutton was sure of it. It was a test to make sure he was actually part of the team, to make sure he actually knew what he was doing. That made sense right?

Sutton groaned and turn towards the computer.

"Well, P.R.E.X.," he said. "I'm ready for you."

He hit 'enter' on the keyboard and watched the screen go black. He panicked until it flashed and read "Pokemon Reality Extraction Xisinthomonitor." As he puzzled over what this might mean, the screen flashed again and was the words were then replaced by integers that filled the screen. Sutton tried to take it in, but this proved difficult as the integers changed from time to time, swapping places, changing value, or vanishing entirely before being replaced by another seemingly randomly number.

"Uh," Sutton said. "I--huh."

He watched the numbers and tried to make sense of them. Perhaps this was a pattern and this was some sort of puzzle? Yes, that had to be it--a puzzle, the true test of his intellect. If he could just figure this out then perhaps he could make progress--whatever that was.

Thus, Sutton stared into the numbers and became lost in them for quite some time, enough time that he realized he still had no idea what he was doing. He whimpered and sat back in his chair in defeat. Slowly, an anger began to rise within him.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself, his hands curling into fists. "Ridiculous. THIS. IS. RIDICULOUS!"

Sutton lashed out, slamming his fists against the keyboard. Immediately his inputs registered on the screen as some numbers replaced themselves with other non-integer characters. He blinked and then his eyes widened as the contraption began to whir. Lights flickered on, liquids began to boil within their tubes, and cogs and gears sped up. Sutton stood up from his chair and looked over to the machine and then back to the computer.

"Huh," he said.

A certain thought blossomed in his head, that if monkeys typing away randomly good one day write (or rewrite) the world's greatest works, then what made him so different?

Now grinning, Sutton typed away and even began to laugh. Was this what all that time had come to? Random inputs hoping for some result, any result? He hardly cared. Whatever happened, happened and for in his state that approached on manic, he began to believe anything could happen and so it did.

Sutton stopped typing as the screen suddenly went black. He raised an eyebrow and looked towards the contraption. While the screen was dark, the apparatus was as busy as ever, shaking and whistling and bustling with all sorts of energy. He froze, watching the increasingly unstable machine with concern until he heard a beep from the computer. Surprised, he turned towards it and saw it read "Target locked! P.R.E.X. initiated!" Just as he was figuring this out, the contraption exploded.

Luckily for Sutton, it was only part of the contraption: the Aerodactyl skull in the tube and a few other liquids besides. Still, he yelped, knocked the chair over as he fell, and yelped again as unknown liquids splashed onto him. As he sat up and wiped fluids away from his face, the skull smashed into his chest and left him groaning and barely lucid on his back against the ground. Rubbing at a sore chest, he sat up and grabbed at the keyboard. While he hauled himself halfway up, he heard a few more beeps. Wearily he looked towards the screen.

"BEGIN. BEGIN. BEGIN.", it read.

"What?" he groaned.

He tried to bring himself all the way up to standing, but he found it was not so easy. It was not that he lacked the strength; rather, that his arms and hands feel strange, unfamiliar, almost detached from the rest of him. When he looked down at them, he saw the problem.

"Agh!"

The skin from his elbows to his wrists were gone, replaced by a violet-grey hide that faintly shined. Worse were his hands, the five fingers of each hand becoming something decidedly more clawlike.

"No, no, no," he whimpered. "This isn't happening..."

But it was. He watched in mute horror as the shining violet-grey hide crawled up past his elbows, thinning his arms in the process before he could no longer see the process under his sleeves yet he could feel it. Franticly he backed away from the computer and tried to tear his shirt away. Instead, he tore it to pieces with his now clawlike hands and what he saw made him feel no better. The hide reached his shoulders, rendering them narrower. While he attempted to comprehend this, it crept simultaneously up his neck and down to his upper torso. He gasped and gripped at his throat as his Adam's apple sunk away while the muscles on his chest melted into smoothness, though his nipples remained.

"This is happening," Sutton said, then blinked as he heard his own voice. It was high and feminine and surprisingly seductive. "Umm..."

Sutton moaned as his nipples twinged in a manner that was not entirely unpleasant. He let down and involuntary moan as he looked down and saw his nipples were plumper and pinker, standing out more than they had before on his chest. He shivered and moaned again as flesh began to gather under them, forming into noticeable twin mounds while his waist pressed in and the rest of his stomach slimmed down in accordance with the rest of his increasingly feminine frame. With a crack his and a squawk from Sutton his hips widened considerably, causing his now ill-fitting pants and underwear to fall to the floor. He reached down to pull them up and blushed as he felt his breasts wobble, stopping his motion as he saw a purple membrane begin to grow from his arms.

"Wha--" Sutton started, any further words lost as his head suddenly ached so badly that he could not help but shut his eyes. He groaned and brought his clawlike hands to his head as his face pressed forward into a ridged reptilian snout, hair falling away and skin shifting into the same shiny hide. He grimaced and groaned while his ears moved up and up, shifting into sharply pointed shapes near the back of the top of his head. He ground his teeth together and felt them multiply and shift to serrated fangs that could rend flesh from bone yet for some reason he had a taste for fruit instead. Opening his mouth, he felt it extend just a bit longer as the pain began to ease.

"Urgh," Sutton murmured, wincing at his tone. "That was something..."

He opened his eyes and saw that his new now existed ever presently in his vision. Setting his snout into a frown, he took his hands away from head and felt there was something more to his arms. He looked to them and saw that the membrane had extended into full fledged wings, not that he thought he could fly.

Sutton's doubts were solidified when the twinging in his nipples returned, this time almost feeling like someone was tweaking them. He moaned and felt his exposed member harden just as his chest became that much softer, breasts burgeoning from small shapes to palpable protrusions to actual knockers. Sutton stumbled back from the new weight and would have tripped over his clothes had his two-toed feet not gripped the floor so well.

Sutton's eyes widened as they turned an emerald green, his gaze going down through the valley made by his pillowy breasts, ignoring his thickening thighs, skipping past his erect manhood, before settling on his feet, which were indeed two-toed, as in two thick claws that could cling to the ground, branches, or prey rather well. Even worse, his legs were already covered in the violet-grey hide and it was creeping up to meet his impressive hips.

"This has to stop," Sutton said. "This has to--"

Sutton whimpered as his nipples twinged for the third time. Without thinking, his hands flew to his breasts and he couldn't help but moan as claws met sensitive flesh. His pleasure was muted, however, when he felt the flesh push away his claws as his breasts grew even larger. He groaned and shifted his stance, his back now feeling some strain, especially near the tip of his spine or so he thought until something pressed out above his rear. The changing man looked over his shoulder and gasped as he saw his butt bubble into a well rounded rear just as a spade tipped tail slithered out above it. His tail waved this way and that before coming to rest onto his eye-catching rear. Sutton shivered at the sensation the new appendage brought along with it, but all was forgotten as a familiar part of him throbbed.

The man meant to look at his manhood, but the computer drew his attention with a beep. He glanced at the screen and read "FINISH. FINISH. FINISH." This time Sutton understand all too well what was happening. He looked down at his erect member, so out of place on an otherwise feminine Aerodactyl body and made a grab for it. He made a grab for it and came just short of missing it as his manhood withdrew, slithering into a freshly formed opening. Sutton as he felt him become a her, testicles likewise disappearing into her new womanhood as they tunneled their way up to her widening womb, converting along the way so that when the reached her inner chamber they took their place as her ovaries. The new Aerodactyl anthro stared at her feminine slit in disbelief and then shuddered as it pulsed, developing further into a puffy mound with alluring lips with a cute clit at the top between them. Curiously she reached down a clawed hand towards the alien sex, quickly withdrawing it at the slightest touch. It was so smooth and sensitive....

Not for the first time that day, Sutton was at a loss. Not only did she have no idea what she was doing, she had no idea what to do. She was a well endowed Aerodactyl gal now and she did not know why. The machine obviously, the computer and contraption put together but was sort of thing was that in a facility such as this?

Soon she did not have to wonder why as her womanhood pulsed once again so strongly that all fears were suppressed beneath a sexual surge. Once more her hands were upon her breasts and this time they were fondling and massaging them if only to meet the need. Sutton tried to fight it, but when her sex stirred for the third time, she felt it all the way from her bottom to the top, new thoughts and instincts flooding into her mind. She fell to her knees, one clawed hand tweaking a nipple while the other probed at her sex.

"No," she moaned. "No, no, no..."

Sutton knew she had to fight this. Or did she? She could not be sure. After all, she had not been sure of a lot today, so who was to say she knew what to do? For all she knew, pleasing herself was just the thing to do!

"No!" she said, shaking her head as she pushed away the thought though she continue her activities anyways. "I need to...need to...."

What did she need to do? She searched her mind for answers but did not find much. Only confusion as before but there was something--

"Dr. Hubert!" she crowed as a finger slipped into her sensitive sex, moaning and lashing her tail against the ground. Dr. Hubert could help right? No, no, no, that was not right because Dr. Hubert was...was...male? No, that was not right either. Dr. Hubert was male, yes, but he was also the head and she was...an assistant? Yes, she was an assistant and she was meant to help him, not him help her. After all, she was the one with the Gift, the one with the sexy svelte body, the one with the big breasts and curves and the slick sex that could spread the Gift.

"Yes!" panted Sutton as she reached her first orgasm. Sutton was...no, no, that could not be right. An Aerodactyl girl could not be named Sutton. That was so plain it was almost vulgar, so boring that the Aerodactyl almost felt her sex drive diminish just from thinking of the name. No, no, she was not Sutton. She was...well, she was not sure who she was but she certainly was not that non-sexy name. She was Aerodactyl and she was special. She was well endowed, true, but she could not just focus on that. She felt that there was something else important that she had and had not she just thought of it.

"The Gift!" Aerodactyl said, sitting back on her rear and grabbing her tail. She lifted her butt and brought her tail under it before guiding its spaded tip towards her sex. Her arms trembled in anticipation and then she shrieked as she speared her sex.

Yes! That was it. She had the Gift. She could help Dr. Hubert! She could help the project! She could help the whole facility! Fossil Pokemon Revivification was one thing and she could do it! She just had to have them enjoy her just as much as she was enjoying herself right now and how hard could that be? She was so sexy, who would not want to bed her especially because afterwards they would be much like her? That is, a sexy Pokemon girl who would have the Gift as well! Of course, she would have to stop playing with herself to let them do that first but not now, not yet. After all, Dr. Hubert was not going to be back for a bit and when he did return asking about progress...well, Aerodactyl would have some progress to show him for sure!