FSE

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This story was written for an anonymous patron as their Patreon commission reward for July. It contains transformation, voyeurism and M/Solo masturbation involving consenting adults. :3

Unlocking New Content - Part One

Justin shivered happily as he slipped into the VR pod and its holographic controls flashed into being in front of him. He reached his fingers up and began to scroll down the list of available options, knowing precisely what he was looking for and finding it before long. It was a custom programme, build from the ground up by an indie developer which for all the human knew might have been just another average guy like him. What this person out there had created though was anything but average, and as Justin happily activated the simulation, he felt his cock beginning to stir in anticipation of what he knew was going to follow.

There was a whirring hum, a flash that disoriented Justin greatly, and then, as reality broke up around him and was replaced by a much larger and more open space, several words floated into being in front of Justin's face as he looked around once more.

'Welcome to Were-world - A pokemon fan game. Your location is: Mall, west quarter.'

Soon the words began to fade, and as they did so the murmur of voices rose in their place. The murmur rose to a clamour, and before Justin knew it he was standing in the midst of a crowded and bustling mall, just another figure amongst the crowd of people and their pokemon partners. He was still somewhat aware of his real body, thus he could feel the gathering arousal and excitement of his actions, but to his only slight regret this game had no actually lewd content to let him work out that excitement more actively, and when he instinctively moved a hand towards his crotch for a moment only his arm in game moved, with zero sense of motion or even attempted motion in whatever connection Justin still felt to his real self.

Before long even that lingering sense of connection faded to the back of Justin's mind however, and he simply began to enjoy where he was and what he was doing for its own merits once again. There were so many things you could do in this sandbox RPG. Many quest-lines which let you make use of your abilities for good or evil within the game world, collectables and accessories aplenty to gather for your character. But, Justin didn't have any intention of taking part in that. He never did. What he wanted to do, and what he always chose to do especially when he spawned in as crowded and NPC heavy a location as this, was show everyone in this in game world exactly what he was capable of.

For most people in this game world their were-transformations were random and uncontrolled, a lot of quests revolving around stopping were-pokemon NPCs on the rampage and calming them down again through battle or other outside the box techniques a player could come up with. But Justin was the protagonist. He was the player in this open world game, and thus it was inevitable that the rules established for this universe did not entirely apply to him. He could control his transformations. And though it wasn't recommended to transform in public, to transform in front of large crowds or indeed where you could hurt or even scare someone else... no sooner had he found a particularly busy spot with plenty of people and plenty of shops close by, Justin began to take advantage of his unique abilities, and to feel himself transforming into his were-pokemon form.

The dark hair upon Justin's head began to bleed its colour down his face, in a mask that covered his eyes as they shifted from their normal tones to a deep and piercing red. His skin rippled and began to take on a bluish tone, and as the human stumbled and gasped sharply for the first time, as his transformation began in earnest and people around him began to murmur and back away in shock, that was when he started to grow. At first there was just a little tension within his clothes as he felt his body growing thicker. Stronger. More muscular in every aspect of itself. Then a button pinged loudly off his shirt, followed by another, and another, then the tearing of fabric as the white fabric of that simple linen shirt gave way. His trousers tore through at the rump to begin with, then the legs, before simply shredding themselves and falling off his body as with a bellowing roar the were-lucario tossed his head back and flexed for one and all to see, towering over the tallest human by at least a foot.

It was then that people began to scream. To run. To flee before the sight of him, and rightly so. Were-pokemon were known to be violent and uncontrolled, untameable and of course due to their human nature, utterly uncapturable by any pokeball or related pokemon subduing technology. All you could really do was flee and let them work whatever had triggered the transformation out of their system. At least, that was what the game's lore said, and thus that was what happened each and every time Justin entered this game and transformed. Wherever he was, he was left almost exclusively alone with his huge new muscular body, surrounded by empty space, the ruined remains of his clothes, and in this case an entire mall to himself.

Muscles rippling, body still in the final moments of its change as his hulking form flexed and swelled to its full and impressive eight foot height, the were-lucario roared and lunged for a nearby object, one of those electronic massage chairs that popped up seemingly at random in malls nationwide. With a savage snarl he ripped it out of its fixings on the floor, and hoisted it over his head to gasps and murmurs of shock and awe from the few people who hadn't fled outright but were backing away, watching him in wonder. He shifted the chair into one hand, holding it up with the flat of his palm over his head, and tore a second one out, lifting them both with a devilish grin as he felt his muscles strain with the effort, but succeed entirely at showing off their ultimate prowess. In reality, Justin's by now rock hard cock twitched, and both in game and out of it, a soft moan escaped Justin's lips as he wished that he could react more actively to just how powerful he felt in the game, and just how hot and horny that made him feel beyond it.

Even if he couldn't act upon his own urges though, Justin knew he could still give himself one hell of a show to enjoy thinking about later. Thus he tossed the two massage chairs aside, grinning as the final few humans and their pokemon watching him scampered away, and rushed over to a nearby shop. He burst in through the door and immediately started to show off his strength once again, albeit now purely for his own benefit. He grabbed metal railings holding hangers upon which skirts and dresses were mounted and twisted them into pretzels. He lifted cash registers and sent them crashing at high velocity into the shop's opposite wall with a crunch of metal and plastic, and a rain of green bills and clattering coins. He wrapped his arms around solid plastic mannequins and squeezed them, feeling them distort and bend in vast bear-hugs against his chest, before tossing them aside and lifting the much heavier wooden platform upon which they had been mounted.

With a giddy roar he bowled that vast and cylindrical platform down the centre aisle of the store, watching as the forceful momentum of his throw kept it going straight for almost the entire length of the store before it veered left and crashed through several more racks of sportswear. He raced after it, snarling, laughing, revelling in every slap of his powerful footpaws against the smooth flooring of the store and every pulsing push of his leg muscles to keep his huge body moving forward. In the end he didn't even try to slow himself down as he reached the area where the wooden podium had come to a standstill, and simply tackled it, crushing it to splinters and bending several of the already dented railings through which it had crashed it the process. He howled with mirth. He panted and practically moaned with glee at his own strength, and just as he was thinking of venturing into another shop, finding somewhere with even heavier and more sturdy things that he could smash to pieces to prove and delight in his own strength... that was when another moan seemed to answer his own eager, passionate exclamation.

It was coming from somewhere close by, and even as the were-lucario pulled himself upright and stuck his nose into the air, sniffing, snarling, flexing his muscles intimidatingly in case he was about to be interrupted by some of the game's content in the form of a rival were-pokemon he would have to battle, he could hear it more clearly now. More moans. Gasps. Whimpers not of fright or the more dismayed transformation of someone who didn't revel in it as he did. They sounded almost like moans of... pleasure? But, that made no sense. While this game was rated as adult, and while he had acquired it from the developer's own personal download server rather than any official games portal, there was no sexual content in it. Hell, Justin wished that there was. He would have given anything for a VR game which combined his love of muscles and strength with the sexual escapades available in a myriad of more vanilla or otherwise very differently and specifically niche games. But, he'd sunk so many hours into this game and had never once found any way to unlock anything remotely adult oriented in a sexual sense. It was adult because of the violence, though now he thought about it the game was entirely bloodless in its portrayals of such things. It was adult because of the potentially suggestive nature of transformation, of tearing clothes and so-on. But again, as he thought about it that really didn't make sense, since there was nothing inherently lewd about that at all unless transformation and growth were a specific turn-on for you.

There was little point in hypothesising further though, because as the were-lucario's sharp ears honed in on the source of the moaning and panting, he realised that they weren't coming from far away at all. These weren't distant echoes of someone in another store or out watching him through the shop's windows. They were here. In the store with him, right now. The huge, muscular were-pokemon dragged himself out of the tangled mess of wood and metal into which he had plunged, and began to stalk towards the source of the sound. It got louder. More urgent. He heard a strangled gurgle and a whimper of obvious lust, and as he padded down the central aisle of the store once more with thundering footstep after thundering footstep and almost constant flexing of his muscular form, he swore he could hear the rhythmic, familiar sound of something that Justin knew all too well from personal experience.

It was the sound of a hand on a slick, pre-cum lubricated cock.

At the last moment, just as he was about to walk right past where the sound was coming from, Justin whirled left. A strangled cry escaped from a circular railing of almost floor length dresses before him, and then suddenly there was silence as the moaning and the fapping noises ceased abruptly. A fresh sound however, a fresh cry of mingled lust and terror rang out as Justin stretched out a huge, powerful arm towards the railing, and rather than crushing or flipping it, lifted it vertically upward to reveal who was hidden within. To reveal who had been peeking out and watching as he rampaged, and to see just how the figure was enjoying himself.

The were-lucario stared down in shock, in wonder, and in absolute joy at what he saw. A pokemon. Not a were-pokemon in the traditional sense of this particular game, but a midnight form lycanroc sitting up on his haunches, eyes wide with simultaneous horror and intense arousal as he stared up at the were-lucario's hulking form.

Justin, meanwhile, was staring too. Not simply at the smaller, but still rather attractive lupine-formed pokemon before him, but at one particular aspect of that pokemon. At what rested between the lycanroc's legs, and at what one of the lycanroc's paws was still grasping, holding as it twitched and dribbled pre-cum helplessly.

He stared in awe at lycanroc's cock. At an actual, rock hard, throbbing canine-style cock fully rendered and seemingly fully functional within this game. And it was then, as he let loose a growl of lust, as lycanroc's eyes bulged and the pokemon let slip a hopeful, desperate growl of his very own desire, that Justin felt a tingling from between his own legs, and saw several words float up into the air directly in front of the pokemon who had been secretly, voyeuristically jerking off to his rampage.

'New Content Unlocked. Prerequisites complete. XXX Mode now available.'

By Jeeves

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