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#Post#: 18--------------------------------------------------
Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: October 10, 2018, 6:54 am
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"Mmhmm," Ash mumbled as he laid, splayed out on the conveyor
belt. He offered no further resistance since he was absolutely
exhausted and allowed the machines to do their jobs. It took a
few moments for the rubber surface to carry the limp, nude body
of the trainer to the bathing area, but the sloshing of soapy
water caught the spent trainer's attention.
"Machines! I command you to wash that brat!" The lavender haired
man ordered from the catwalk.
"James, you don't have to tell them to do anything. They are
programmed to respond to the remote." Jessie explained, in a
very flat tone.
"Oh," James suddenly felt very stupid, but decided to play it
off. "I know, but it's more dramatic when you announce your
intentions loudly."
"You know what? I never thought of it like that, but you're
right." Meowth grinned and pushed down the red button before
hitting the joy stick around. "Robots! Wash tis durty gurl!"
Ash could hear the trio of criminal misfits laughing in unison
as he was lifted off the conveyor belt and manhandle by the
robotic limbs. He was dropped into a large vat of water and the
machines started washing hir body with large, soapy sponges. It
felt great, but was also helping clear his mind of the sexual
after glow that clouded the young man's thoughts. After a few
passes of the sponge, he started thinking of himself as the boy
he was and not the girl they made him look like. Although, it
didn't help his masculinity when the gloved hands found his
ample breasts and tender, puffy nipples, massaging them roughly,
without care.
"Ouch!" Ash cried out in pain. His poor nipples were sore from
the procedure which had forced them to grow and expend in only
minutes. Even the soft surface of the sponge caused him
momentary discomfort and agony. He wasn't used to his nipples
being so sensitive and would've jumped up if he wasn't
physically spent from his little date with the drill like
machine that stole his virginity from him.
Still, nothing hurt as much as his penis, which lay trapped
between the folds of an artificial vagina that now housed his
boyhood. The robotic hands pressed into the womanly crevice,
seeking to clean the fake pouch, doing everything they could to
wash it. Sadly for Ash, the brush scrubbed against the purple
tip of his penis, sending lightning bolts of pain down his nerve
endings and up his spine. "Hey!" Ash yelled. "Watch where you're
scrubbing with that thing!"
A new outburst came from above as renewed howls of laughter
echoed throughout the facility. Team Rocket couldn't help
themselves, this was just too funny! After all the pain and
suffering they had been put through, it felt great to be on the
administering end of the humiliation. So, Meowth hit the bottom
repeatedly, swirling the joystick around which caused the hands
to come back between Ash's legs and begin scrubbing all over
again.
"Ahhhhh!" The poor trainer shouted, feeling the brush hit his
tip over and over. For the first time in his life, Ash wished
that his dick was a lot smaller. It wasn't exactly giant sized,
but it certainly wasn't a baby dick. Nonetheless, it poked
through the fake vagina when the hands worked down there and
caused him a bunch of pain when the scrubbing inevitably made
contact with the sore flesh.
Finally, Meowth relented and issued the command for the
mechanical hands to lift the boy up and deposit his feminine
form into a warm vat of water. The water served two very
important tasks, one was the removal of any stray body hair, the
other was ensuring that his skin was soft and blemish free. A
few jets of water sprayed from the showerheads above the trainer
and showered Ashley's body. Next robotic hands dumped him into
the vat, holding him beneath the water for about a minute.
Ash fought against the hands, struggling against their strenght
to get above the water. The hands decided to let go and he
popped above the brim of the water, breathing for air as his
titties bounced wildly, coated with water. He took a few deep
breaths before staring up at the cat Pokemon.
"What are you idiots trying to do? Drown me?!"
Meowth merely smirked. "Wach dis, you guys."
Once more the hands were directed by the cat Pokemon who had
them under his complete control. Ash sighed as he was surrounded
by the mechanical appendages. He thought that they would just
start scrubbing him again, but he was gravely mistaken.
First, the hands grabbed him by his arms, hoisting him back up
into the air. For a brief moment, Ash assumed that the bath was
over. However, the robotic limbs flipped him in midair and held
him upside down while he struggled under the water once again. A
hand grabbed the showerhead and blasting him on his firm, female
shaped ass while his legs kicked wildly. Then, the hands came at
his plump rump with their brushes, scrubbing mercilessly,
bristles invading every inch of his bottom.
Meowth and the gang were rolling around on the catwalk,
practically dying from laughing so hard. Jessie caught her
breath and spoke up.
"I think she's had enough. Let's wash Ashley's hair and get her
dressed."
"Gud idea." Meowth smiled and stood up from the metal surface of
the suspended walkway.
Thankfully for Ash, Meowth activated a new mode which caused the
hands to cease their cleaning regiment. He was pulled up from
the bottom of the vat by his leg, suspended above the pool of
water. The poor trainer couldn't help but cough up water as he
felt his lungs burn, breasts heaving as he caught his breath for
the second time that day.
"Please!" Ash pleaded. "No more!"
"Don't worry, little girl." Jessie smiled. "We have to do your
hair and makeup."
"What?!" Ash cried, but the hands cared not for his outburst.
The transformed boy found his womanly form carried over to a
large barber's chair and a strap was pulled tightly accross his
midsection, right below his bountiful breasts. Ash rapidly
looked from side to side, worried about what was about to
happen. Suddenly, the barber's chair declined backwards and the
trapped trainer was practically laying in the chair, waiting for
the styling to begin.
A thug on his fake locks caught his attention as the gloves
were gathering up his new blond hair into the wash sink. Ash's
hands began to tremble as he heard the sound of running water,
but thankfully, the hands were only interested in cleaning the
blond strands.
Ash watched as one of the gloved hands took hold of a nozzle,
spraying the water down into the mounds of yellow hair which lay
in the sink. The gloves ran their fingers through it,
straightening it as far as it could be stretched. Ash instantly
felt the dried glue on his bald, irritated scalp cry out in pain
as it was pulled hard.
A robotic voice came through a speaker box.
"Which shampoo does our little Ashley prefer?"
"I'm not a girl!" Ash barked at the voice.
Meowth maneuvered the hands over to the large shampoo dispenser,
where one of the hands pressed down the knob for the most
feminine scented, girly girl, pink shampoo. Several huge gobs
spurted into the palm of the gloved hand.
"Ah, good choice, Ashley. Sissy Shampoo number five is the
perfect shampoo for little girls like you!" The robotic voice
declared.
Team Rocket couldn't help but chuckle at the machine's
commentary.
Meanwhile, Ash was forced to lay back as the hands ran through
the tresses of his yellow hair. The slippery fluid was being
worked deep into the strands which allowed the shampoo to start
foaming up. Slowly the hands massaged his angered scalp, working
the frothy solution accross the back of the boy's head. A few
spurts of water cleaned the sudsy shampoo from the blond,
curling mass, but the tangled jumble of hair needed to be washed
again with conditioner to ensure it had volume and shine.
Ash could do nothing but sit there and endure the treatment.
Still, the boy had to admit that, out of everything he had been
through: the suction cups literally pulling on his chest until
breasts spilled forth, the vaginal mold put over his penis,
trapping it forever in its plastic confines, that hot glue
treatment on his newly shaven scalp and almost being drown
during "bath time". Well, compared to all of those horrors, this
hair washing experience was almost enjoyable.
The hand grabbed the nozzle once again and ran it up close to
Ash's scalp, careful to keep from spraying the boy in the face
while two other gloved hands turned his head to the right and
then left. Ash didn't exactly like the machine grabbing his head
like this, but the hands were gentle, especially compared to
the treatment they provided during his bathing. Finally, the
conditioner was rinsed from his long, flowing hair. He noticed
that the procedure was over and started to try to remove the
strap from beneath his big boobies.
"Nuh uh. Naughty girl!" The machine admonished, waiving a single
gloved digit back and forth in front of Ash's face.
"Naughty, naughty." Jessie mimicked the robotic voice, which
earned her a few laughs from James and Meowth.
"Commencing Styling Protocol!"
"Meowth, let me style Ashley's hair!" James whined.
"You dun even kno how ta wirk it!" Meowth shot back, pulling
away from his teammate.
James lunged at Meowth and a struggle for the remote ensued.
Paws and fingers grappled and pulled on the box like device.
Ash didn't like the sound of this. Within mere seconds after the
fight for the remote started, the hands were literally in a
frenzy. Brushes sailed through the blond hair as combs teased
the fromt, manipulating the hair into bangs which framed Ash's
adorable face. A few bows were pulled across his field of vision
as the gloves held part of his hair up, trying to make pigtails
of the hair in the back.
The fight reeked havoc with the machine and Ash found himself
lifted back up into the air, still naked, but not for long as a
huge white disposable diaper was being taped to his bare,
feminine crotch. Just when the boy thought things couldn't get
any worse, an orange dress came speeding towards him. The gloves
weaved wildly, trying to dress him, but ripping the material by
Ash's boobs.
Another round of tugging sent the trainer through a section of
wall which had opened up on the backside of the false Gym.
Sunlight poured into the facility as Ash was pulled out into the
city proper. He was set onto the ground in red heels as the
hands started applying his makeup. A pacifier was being pushed
towards his mouth while his hair was being done up into
pigtails. Meanwhile, the other robotic hands struggled to fix
the dress, but merely held it up, giving anyone who looked the
perfect peek at Ash's pristine white pamper.
Ash's shrieks attracted the attention of a very familiar woman:
his mother. She put a hand to her mouth, shocked at what she was
witnessing, but deep down, she knew she had to do something to
help save this girl from those machined hands.
"Please! Someone save me!" Ash cried out before the pacifier was
jammed deep into his mouth.
Dehlia couldn't believe her ears; that was her son's voice! She
raced towards the hands, determined to free her now feminine
looking boy from those evil hands.
To Be Continued...
#Post#: 51--------------------------------------------------
Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: November 10, 2018, 12:55 am
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Ash blinked in surprise. He'd won? He'd only come to this
game corner on a lark, he hadn't expected to actually win
anything! Just something to do with the spare coins in his
pocket. But there it was on his screen. "Winner"
"Cograts sir!" The woman with the large red hair working the
desk walked up to him. "As our big winner, you've won our grand
prize!" She hurried him along to the rear of the building and
outside. "Right this way!"
"I can't get my prize inside?" Ash checked.
"Oh no, sir! As the winner, you and you alone witness this
one!" The lady said. She lead Ash out the back and stopped him
in front of a large, box shaped machine with a control panel.
"Are you ready sir?"
Was his prize in the box? "Yeah, I guess." Ash nodded. The
woman pressed a few keys on the box.
....And then a beam of light shot out of it! Striking Ash dead
center! "Gah! What is this, some kind of... huh?" Ash looked
down at himself. His voice, his hair, even his body had changed
into that of a girl! In fact, he resembled the "Ashley" that he
had pretended to be all those years ago! "What the? This
outfit again?"
"Not just an outfit, Twerp!" The casino lady tore off her
disguise to reveal... Jesse! What a shock! "That's Team
Rocket's newest disguise kit! It can even hide one's gender!
Feel for yourself!" Out of morbid curiosity, Ashley poked her
own chest. It felt soft, and she could feel the extra meat on
her new breasts!
"Darn t! What are you trying to do?" Ashley asked scathingly.
Jesse chuckled. "Oh, nothing. But if you want the potion that
reverses the effects..." She pulled out a pink bottle. "You'll
hand over Pikachu!"
Ashley stomped her feet, almost tripping herself on her new
heels. "Pikachu isn't here!" She said. "And I'd never hand
him over to you, no matter what you did"
"No matter what, huh?" Jesse chuckled again. "Well in that
case, let's try some more settings on this thing!" Robot arms
shot out of the device, pinning Ashley in place. Two more
hands combed her hair into pigtails. "Lets see... how does one
disguise oneself for daycare infiltration?" the reed head
giggled.
Ashley tried to pull away as the arms flipped her skirt up ad
approached her with a massive diaper. "No, please don't" Her
eyes started to tear up as she struggled with all her might, but
all she succeeded in doing was pulling the top of her dress
loose. Now she was flashing her new tits as the diaper was
placed firmly around her waist. Jesse toyed with the controls
a bit, leaving the hands holding Ashley's skirt up in place so
she could enjoy the view of her diapered captive. "Yo-you've
had your fun." Ashley whined. "Let me go already!"
Jesse shook her head, wagging a finger knowingly at her captive.
"Now now, twerp-ette! We've only just begun!" All Ashley
could do was watch in horror as more robot arms erupted from the
box. Some carrying makeup and ribbons, and one even carrying a
pacifier! "And since Team Rocket owns this building, no one is
going to interrupt us!"
And thus Ashley was not so gently introduced to the many forms
of babying, make up application and so, so much more.... The
moral of this story? if you gamble, you'll lose. Even if you
win, you'll lose.
#Post#: 76--------------------------------------------------
Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: November 27, 2018, 12:15 am
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She try to help Ashley then she get catch ?
So the machine catch her and strip her then it going to scan her
to put her in the system
Yeah they going to shave her **** and armpit XD
So, Team Rocket, while Delia gets washed will have the hands
bring Ashley to face Jessie, James and Meowth. They will demote
Ashley from big girl to baby
Hmm, I was actually going to have Delia get washed while Team
Rocket spoke to Ashley....
Maybe while Delia is scanned and shaved then?
And then afterwards they're washed together
Gotta wash off her makeup
After that the machine is going to dry them then it going to
weight them and take there thermometer XD
"Mommy's coming!" Delia shouted as she ran towards the arms that
held Ash. Her heels clicked against the cement of the sidewalk
as she sprinted towards her sissified son.
The feminized young man couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't
know whether to be grateful or mortified by the fact that his
mother saw him **** while being dressed up as a woman. He hated
to admit this but he practically was more female than male at
this point of Team Rocket's insidious plot to humiliate him.
Delia closed the gap between her son as the terrible tentacles
of metal held her boy prisoner. She leapt forward and grabbed at
one of the purple arms, trying to pull it away from Ash.
However, the more she tried to pull the arm away, the more it
smeared the lipstick that it was applying, all over Ash's face,
causing him to yell in an annoyed tone.
"Agghhhh!" Ash spat out some of the red lipstick that ended up
in his mouth.
The machine noticed a disturbance coming from an outside force
and decided to remove the nuisance. As Delia struggled to free
her sissified son, she failed to notice the numerous snake like
arms emerge from the factory. They grappled with the woman,
pulling her arms skywards and wrapping themselves around her
shapely legs. All Delia could do was cry out for help as she was
pulled into the warehouse that Team Rocket had set up as their
base of operation.
The trio of crooks watched as their machine pulled the last
person in the world they had expected to see into their lair.
Jessie felt a grin spread across her porcelain face as she
watched the gloved hands rip off Delia's clothing, practically
shredding the garments into ribbons of cloth, leaving the
homemaker in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. By some
stroke of luck, they had captured the twerps mother on top of
catching the twerp himself. A devious idea formed in Jessie's
mind.
"Meowth. Order the arms to bring our little Ashley to me."
Jessie stated.
"They're almost dun dressin hur though." Meowth explained.
"Change of plans. Bring the brat to me right now!" The redhead
declared.
"Ooo!" James smiled. "I like it when you take charge!"
"Of course ya do, she wears the pants in this team." Meowth were
a Cheshire smile to go with the sarcastic remark as he worked
the joystick.
"You know I'd be wearing a skirt if I was allowed to!" James
yelled.
"That explains most of your disguises." Jessie muttered to
herself as James and Meowth bickered.
While the bumbling criminals argued above her, Delia found
herself stripped ****, laying on a cold, tough surface that
appeared to be a conveyor belt. The poor woman covered her
breasts and manicured crotch, not wanting them to be on full
display. Ultimately, her attempts at preserving her modesty were
in vain as her genitalia was uncovered by the strenght of the
gloved hands grabbed her limbs, lifted her arm off of her chest
and doing the same with her left hand that had covered her
trimmed bush and clit.
A large computer monitor lowered itself just above the wriggling
woman while a series of technical jargon flashed across the
screen. Delia was at a loss for words as the screen sent a red
beam down her body. It's job, she soon found out, was to scan
her entire body and, according to the mechanical voice,
document her by submitting the information it gained from the
scan, into a database of sorts.
She noticed that a picture of her naked body appeared on the
screen, complete with bullet points for each of her limbs.
Measurements were listed out as well as recommendations for
clothing and accessories. She honestly had no clue why she would
need a onesie or fully plastic barked disposal diaper, but she
didn't intend on sticking around to find out!
Her body rebelled as best as it could, but the woman was no very
strong and merely squirmed under the iron tight grip of the
industrial appendages. Suddenly, a flashing light seemed to
indicate that the machine had discovered something that it did
not like on her body. Delia ceased her struggling and noticed
that the machine wanted to shave her privates!
*Inappropriate Hair Dedicated!*
The ominous statement filled Delia with dread as she knew what
the machine was referring to.
On the other side of the facility, a rowdy, dolled up Ash
Ketchum fought against the metallic limbs which held him
tightly, constricting his movement and limiting him to yelling.
As he was brought over to Team Rocket, he noticed that they all
collectively laughed at his new wadrobe. Either that, or they
were laughing at the crimson red squiggles that covered his face
thanks to the lipstick that was supposed to be used on his lips.
Regardless of why they were laughing at him, Ash was pissed. Not
only had they made him a woman, but they now had his mother in
their clutches.
"What are you idiots laughing at!?" Ash cried out in rage.
"Now, now, now. That's no way for a little girl to talk." Jessie
replied.
"Yeah, you should work on your manners, little lady." James
added.
"Ehhh, I don't tink she cares about our advice." The feline
Pokemon stated in a tone of mock sadness.
"You're right!" Ash bellowed bravely. "I don't know what you
guys have planned, but leave my mom out of this!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that." Jessie smiled. "After all, we
gave you an opportunity to be a big girl and you failed."
"Yeah, it's yur fault that yur mutter is even here to begin
wit." Meowth grinned.
"I don't know what you clowns are talking about! I'm not a girl"
"You'll just have to be taught how to behave and not foil our
plans. I think we'll start from the beginning!" Jessie
explained.
"Lucky you." James chuckled.
"She's a very lucky gurl indeed. She gets to meet her twin
sistur." Meowth fiddled with the controls and took Ash away
from their sight to be undressed.
Meanwhile, as Ash was being manhandled by the hands, forced out
of his orange dress and high heels, his mother was enduring a
very embarrassing procedure. The hands utilized electric razors,
shaving her square shaped bush clean from her ****. If that
wasn't bad enough, it also repeatedly went over her armpits even
though there was barely even stubble understand her arms. The
whole process only took about two minutes, but left the young
mother with an ear to ear blush as she was rattled along, via
the belt, to a new area that she hadn't seen yet.
Delia quickly was lifted up off of the conveyor belt from
underneath her armpits and carried over to a large vat of water.
As she was about to be lowered into it, she noticed that her now
**** son was being carried over to the tank of water too. The
appearance of breasts, and an incredibly realistic looking ****
perched between her son's legs, nearly caused the woman to faint
from shock. However, the cold water which she was slowly being
submerged into kept her alert. She couldn't believe what Team
Rocket had done to her little boy.
A quick blast of water sprayed Ash in the face, washing off all
of the make up that was on his face. Even though this whole
ordeal was very annoying, he was a little bit happy to finally
get that girly stuff off of his face. His small amount of joy
didn't last long as the hands dunked his head underneath the
surface of the water.
Startled by this turn if events, Delia tried to rescue her boy
from getting dunked under the water, but the hands had plans for
her. She was once again grabbed by the arms and spread wide,
hovering just over the edge of the tank. Before she could blink,
a series of brushes started scrubbing her plump ass and back.
They slowly made their way across her thighs and underneath her
firm stomach. Each brush lathered her up, spending a bit too
much time between her legs.
While the brushes tended to Delia, Ash found himself fighting
for air as the hands kept him down. Finally, after a terrifying
minute of being trapped in the tank, the hands pulled him up and
he joined his mother. Still catching his breath, Ash could now
see that the hands had unleashed everything they had to wash the
dirty girls. Looking around in fear, the boy from Pallet town
saw that each hand wielded something different, some held
scrubbing brushes or bars of soap while others had sponges or
spinning loofas. Ash bobbed in the water frozen in place,
surrounded by all those normally mundane implements which
hovered above him menacingly, knowing they were about to descend
on him for.
Ash squirmed like a wet dog, but he simply had no strenght to
resist the gloved hands as they once again scrubbed his sore
nipples and breasts. Taking loofas to his armpits and bars of
soap to his arms and legs. The worst thing was the hard, stuff
bristles. He couldn't help but scream out as the harsh tips of
the bristles ran across his faux vagina, brushing past the tip
of his purple penis.
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Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: November 27, 2018, 3:52 pm
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Ash's mother tried to look behind her, to see just what the
terrible machine was doing to Ash, but with the angle her body
was in, it made it almost impossible to see anything. Her upper
body and breasts still hung over the edge of the
basin while the built up layer of bubbles and suds blocked any
view she would've had. The brushes continued to work on her
shoulders as another gloved hand lowered itself directly in
front of her face. She looked at it, feeling unimpressed.
“What are you doing to my boy!?"
As if in response, another hand came down with a large bottle of
baby shampoo. The hands squeezed the shampoo bottle until a huge
glob of the pink liquid squirted out, landing in the gloved hand
directly in front of Delia. More hands appeared in front of the
woman and started to lather the infantile shampoo into her
scalp. She could feel a multitude of hands now all over her
body, some scrubbing her round ass while the others worked on
her hair. They took their time, massaging the thick liquid all
over her head.
Meanwhile, as his mother got a seemingly more relaxed washing,
Team Rocket, mainly Meowth, made sure that Ashley's experience
was far from enjoyable. Over every inch of his back, brushes
scrubbed while other hands slapped hos ass and spun loofas
around between his legs. The gloved hands held his wrists to
prevent him from wriggling loose andto grant the machines full
acess to under his arms as two spinning loofas continued to work
on his arm pits, causing the poor boy to bust out in laughter.
However, this was no laughing matter since Ash was completely at
the machine's mercy.
His throat was grabbed, holding his head still as another hand
held his head up from underneath his chin. Ash could feel a
generous helping of shampoo squirted onto his head while the
gloved hands worked on the rest of his body. The hands started
massging it into the dry, false blond hair, turning the pink gel
that was poured into his head into a frothy lather. The machined
hands obviously didn't know or care that his blond hair was
fake, it had a duty to wash it. After a few moments of tough
lathering, the machine started wildly dunking Ash's head
repeatedly into the water. He sputtered for air when he was
pulled back up only to be dunked under again.
Once the machine ceased dunking him, he noticed that his whole
body was now free of the soap and baby shampoo, but he still
coughed up water and spitting out soap suds from the whole
ordeal. Once he caught his breath, he looked over at his mother
and noticed that a shower head gently rinsed her long brown
locks of hair clean. Needless to say he was very annoyed and a
bit jealous of the treatment his mother got. Still, he'd rather
get thrown around like a rag doll than have his mother get
harmed in anyway.
Hoisted up by the hands, both Ash and Delia found themselves
suspended over the tank of water, left to wonder what was next
as the hands held them taut by their ankles and hands. They
didn't have to wait long for the next step to commence.
A flurry of metallic tentacles sprouted forth from the ceiling,
each one holding a warm towel. Ash felt the fluffy fleece like
material rubbed all over the snarling boy's body. The hands knew
no restraint as they pressed the towels all over his face and
ran them over his perfectly fat ass. Another set of hands
flossed the area between his legs, drying his **** and the crack
if his girly ass. It wasn't long until every inch of skin was
scrubbed dry by the ultra absorbent towels. After his body was
dry, the hands threw the towels into a comically large laundry
basket.
Delia watched her son get dried in the most cruel and
undignified manner imaginable. She wished she could stop the
machine from treating her boy this way, but she was as much a
prisoner in this crazy facilities as Ash was. She could only be
held in place and dried by the towels. However, she noticed that
they were being very gentle and nice to her body, going at a
slow pace to absorb every inch of stray water which had beaded
up on his skin.
Finally, both captives of the nursery machine were dried and
ready to be lowered back onto the conveyor belt.
"Oh, I tink I forgot sumthin." Meowth grinned, flicking the
joystick which yanked both Ash and Delia back into the sky.
A series of hands weilding hairdryers appeared, ready blast the
girls with their highest setting.
"Hey! What's the big idea!" Ash snapped when the hairdryers came
to life, sending gust of hot air across his head and all over
his body. Little droplets of water were sent flying from his
fake blond hair by the heat of hairdryers. After a minute of
intense drying, he noticed that his hair became a frizzy mess!
Delia recieved a similar treatment as the hairdryers did their
jobs drying her flowing strands of all natural Auburn colored
hair. Still, while there were a few frizzy spots here and there,
the hands brought out a brush and ran through her luxurious
hair. Leaving it straight and silky smooth.
Ash, however, had no such luck of getting a simple brush to fix
his hair. Meowth summoned more hands to the boy, but they no
longer held hairdryers. The gloved hands had traded those
devices for hair straighteners which glowed red hot, ready to
clamp into place and straighten Ash's blond rat's nest.
The sissified boy squirmed and squeaked as the heat from the
straighteners built up around where his bangs were, causing him
to sweat slightly. Nerves too were a factor since Ash knew that
this machine, controlled by Team Rocket, cared not for his well
being. Luckily, he was held still and he didn't move a muscle
while the hands fixed his hair. A cannister of hair spray
randomly blasted a wet chemical to his blond wig, ensuring that
ut would no longer friz up.
Delia watched with concern as she was held by the hands. The
machine took far longer than she expected. However, she was
already finished while the hands still were in the process of
giving her son this impromptu make over. She worried that the
machine might burn her son, but ultimately she was relieved when
the hands stopped messing with his hair, leaving itrather
pretty. If the circumstances were different, she would have
definetly complimented this machine for the job it did on her
son's hair.
Before they returned to the belt, a stick of deodorant was
brought over to them. The hands lifted their arms up and applied
the odd smelling solution to their armpits, rolling it over the
shaven and smooth skin, leaving them both smelling like a
nursery. For some odd reason, Delia thought that the deodorant
smelled like a baby powder fragrance.
Now, freshly washed, dried and hair done, the women were pulled
back down to the industrial conveyor belt. The arms forced Ash
and Delia to lay on their backs with their legs both raised up,
exposing their shapely asses.
While a pair of hands held their legs up, a large thermometer
was waved slowly back and forth in front of their plump butts.
The machine drove Rosalyn over some edge because before long a
few droplets were heard, followed by a good solid stream. The
sound of canned applause was played. Rosalyn slumped over,
dejected, as a mechanical hand condescendingly patted the crying
girl’s head.
Shelly, still soaking wet, continued along the belt towards
another series of stations. She tried to get up, but as she did
arms ending in metal cuffs descended from the ceiling and
snapped shut around her wrists, pulling her to her knees. Her
arms were pulled up over her head, leaving her quite vulnerable.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?” she growled. She soon found out as
at the first station, boxing glove-covered hands pulled a big
fluffy towel from the wall and assaulted the girl with it. “Hey!
Whoa! Ah!”
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Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: December 2, 2018, 4:20 pm
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Delia and Ash laid there as a pair of hands held their legs up,
a large thermometer was waved back and forth in front of
!Delia's plump butt. Once fully shaken, the hand lined the tip
of the thermometer up with Delia's bottom. The hands holding the
struggling woman's legs gradually pulled outwards from her body,
exposing her tight ****. A sinking feeling developed in the pit
of Delia's stomach as she could now see the impending intruder
held between the cartoon like, gloved hand's fingers, gripped
and pointing the glass medical device right at her.
"Ugghh" Delia gritted her teeth as the icy thermometer was
driven into her tight, virgin hole.
Slowly but surely, the thermometer was worked into her
poopchute, causing her to moan slightly. Delia was ashamed to
admit it, but after years of going without any stimulation of
any kind, this phallic like device being slid up her ass teased
her in just the right way.
"Mom? What are you-?!" Ash's inquiry was cut off by the machine
unceremoniously sticking a thermometer up his ass. However,
unlike Delia, his butthole was a bit more loose due to the date
he had with that massive machined ****. The thermometer still
surprised him as it slid up his ass without much resistance,
leaving the sissified boy to lay there while his mother squirmed
slightly, the machine trying it's best to get her thermometer
deep enough into her ass to take her temperature.
"Oh, my!" Delia shouted as the the hand finally let go of the
thermometer,ceasing it's teasing of her firm ****, leaving the
device sticking out of her ass like a flag pole over a conquered
land. It started to glow, taking her temperature digitally.
Ash found himself staring at the weird glowing thermometer,
watching the bulb on it turn bright red, which he wondered why
it did that. Unbeknownst to the two captives, the glow was the
signal that it had taken his mother's temperature. After the
bulb turned red, a hand slowly pulled out the stiff glass tube.
Once freed, the hand held it up, pretending to read it. Neither
Ash or Delia knew this, but the computer had remotely read the
results, thanks to a tiny chip which was built directly into
each thermometer. The hand holding the thermometer up, was
merely for show.
*Temperature is ninety eight point six. Baby is healthy*
Delia blushed as the computerized voice talked about her like
she was nothing more than an infant.
A hand plucked Ash's glowing thermometer from his worn out ass
and did as the other hand had done, holding the device up,
pretending to analyze it.
*Temperature is ninety eight point six. Baby is healthy*
"I'm no baby, you hunk of junk!" Ash yelled at the machine.
The machine ignore the boy's outburst, sending a pack of the
snake like arms over to where he lay, but at the last moment
Meowth sent them towards his mother, who was recovering from her
temper taking. Needless to say, she had been rather worked up by
the whole experience and didn't notice the hands coming her way.
Delia was startled out of her sexually induced haze when she
felt the gloved hands grab each one of her limbs. They hoisted
her up and took her away from where her feminized offspring lay
whining.
From her position, Delia could see that she was being taken over
to a ridiculously large rendition of a baby's scale. She
recognized the oversized device from when she used to get Ash
weighed every few months, when he was a baby, as a part of his
routine health check. In a bizarre twist of fate, it seemed that
she was about to undergo her very own check up.
Now, as the hands neared the oversized baby scale, Delia knew it
was her turn to be weighed like a baby. The hands lowered her
onto the ice cold plate, causing her to shiver as the plate
proceeded to sink slightly from her presence. Delia lay butt
naked on the cold metallic slab, unsure of why she needed to be
weighed in this manner. An indicator on the side of the giant
baby scale turned on, displaying Delia's weight.
*One hundred and thirty five pounds, three ounces*
Jessie laughed, hearing that the woman weighed more than her,
making Delia blush. Regardless of her weight, which Delia knew
was a perfectly healthy weight for a woman her height, she
blushed mostly because she realized that Team Rocket was
watching her as she lay naked underneath them. After going
through the temperature taking process, she had forgotten all
about the trio of bumbling idiots manipulating the machine,
standing above her.
Thankfully, the young mother was picked up and taken back to the
conveyor belt. It wasn't much of a victory, but at least she
wasn't practically right underneath the thieves staring eyes.
As his mother was being returned to him, slowly laid out on the
belt once again next to him, Ash sighed. He was grateful that
she wasn't hurt or taken to that horrible devoce which caused
him so much pain when he had first entered this awful building.
However, after releasing Delia, the flurry of hands turned their
attention to him, wrapping themselves on his arms and legs,
lifting him up from the conveyor belt and taking him over to a
very odd looking machine.
Ash stared at the device, noting that it had a base which was
shaped a bit like a step pyramid, but the strangest part was the
flat metal surface which appeared to be long enough to
comfortably lay an adult onto it. Ash had no idea what he was
looking at, but he squirmed as he was lowered onto the top of
it.
The fully feminized boy was gradually laid out onto the plate.
He continued to squirm and resist which prompted a hand to
appear, holding a stick with pokeball on it. As the hand shook
the odd looking thing in front of Ash's face, he realized that
it was a rattle! Annoyed by being humiliated like this, he tried
to reach out and slap the stupid thing away, flailing his arms.
All this served to accomplish was make him look like a complete
baby playing with infant's toy as he tried to smack it away.
Team Rocket laughed their asses off at Ash's attempts to get rid
of the rattle.
Ash stoped swinging at the toy, suddenly feeling very dumb for
acting the way he did. In response to Team Rocket's laughter, he
laid there, arms folded across his ample breasts, looking upset.
Seeing the pouting, sissified boy laying on the scale caused the
group of thieves to renew their fit of laughter. Ash threw
another fit, yelling at them once more. His toddlerish tantrum
was suddenly interrupted by a dinging sound that alerted Team
Rocket that the machine had taken Ash's weight.
*Seventy five pounds, eight ounces*
"Ashley is such a petite little thing." Jessie remarked.
"She'll fetch a good price once we git her to the boss." Meowth
added.
"Good point, we should tire them out first before we take them
to the boss."
"Gud idea, I was jus tinking teh same ting." Meowth grinned and
started to press a few different buttons.
All of a sudden, gears creaked and the hiss of pistons alerted
the captives that Meowth had activated a new feature. Ashley
grew fearful, instantly recognizing the sound from earlier as
the big metal device that stole his virginity. He mustered all
the energy he had left as the hands descended on his feminine
form, clamping his wrists and ankles again. The boy put up a
valiant struggle, but Meowth merely summoned more hands to deal
with the boy's rebellion.
Ash found himself tossed back onto the conveyor belt, joining
his mother. He breathed a sigh of relief as the hands
relinquished their hold of his limbs. Rapidly, Ash looked around
for the beast which he knew lurked within the facility, but
couldn't seem to spot him. The humming and grinding continued,
keeping the boy on edge while the belt pulled him and his mother
directory under Team Rocket's position on the catwalk.
In the blink of an eye the hands returned, weilding long
vibrating rods. Ash felt a sinking feeling develop in the pit of
his stomach as the hands brought the eight inch phallic toys
around his face, dragging the tips of the toys slowly, yet
teasingly down his chin. They took a moment to tease his new
breasts on his chest and then moved downwards to his fake ****.
A pair of hands quickly clasped his ankles, hoisted his legs up
and giving the other hands access to his lower body.
Ash could only squirm, conflicted by the odd feelings of
euphoric bliss that radiated from the touch of the toys on his
female mound. His trapped **** loved the vibration of the rods
as they took turns going over the slit that held his ****
prisoner. He arched his head back, breathing deeply as his balls
and **** were massaged through the fake **** that housed his
manhood in a most bizarre and humiliating manner.
Delia watched, horrified, while the hands poked and prodded her
son's bottom and ****. She didn't know what to do think as she
was forced to observe this perverse act being preformed on her
baby. She started yelling angrily at Team Rocket, demanding that
they stop this at once. However, the erotic invasion continued
despite her protests.
"Sounds like she is jealous." Jessie cackled.
I bet she wants a taste of the love wands too!" James cooed.
"I'll gib her more tan a taste." Meowth grinned, flicking the
joystick around the remote.
Summoned from the roof, dozens of ravenous hands hurtled down at
the stunned mother, holding all manner of toys. The depraved
machine saw fit to jam a butt plug into her tight rear, without
any lube, while a few vibrating dildos tickled her **** and
licked at her lips.
Delia was overwhelmed by this sudden stimulation which rocked
her body. Her nipples grew as hard as diamonds thanks to the
teasing touch of the toys while her mouth worked the shaft of
another vibrator. She sucked on it like a pro, much like roding
a bicycle, she couldn't forget how to pleasure a **** orally.
Meanwhile, Meowth commanded a second assault on her **** and
plugged ass. While the phallic cylinder worked her tight ****,
driving in and out of her moist passage, another vibrator
pressed against the flat part of the butt plug which poked
slightly out of her ass, sending waves of pulsating pleasure up
her spine as her prostate was worked vigorously.
The mother and son moaned like whores in heat, driven by the
carnal cravings for more pleasure. They laid there on the
conveyor belt, side by side, but so far gone in a sexually
induced stupor that they didn't even realized that the largest
machine of all had been brought over to their position. A loud
humming could barely be heard over their begging and pleading
for more. James and Jessie looked on in envy as Meowth readied
the giant **** for Ashley.
Without notice, Ash found his body deprived of the glorious
pleasure which the toys had given him. He lay there, confused as
the metallic arms pulled the vibrators into the sky. A powerful
roar of a piston driven machine caught his attention, forcing
him to lean upright and, it was at that exact moment his eyes
widened in shock when he realized that the tip of the metallic
**** was pressing up against his lower lips. It veered down down
to his **** and pushed forward, entering into his abused anus,
causing Ash to scream.
Ash's legs twitched slightly as he felt the first inch of the
enormous robotic **** penetrate him. The machine took its time,
pushing itself deep into his swollen hole until roughly
two-thirds of the intruder was snuggly in place. Once thd
mecahnical phallus was firmly in place, it suddenly came to life
as the pistons fired up, shaking the boy to his very core as the
thrusting started.
Meowth handled the joystick expertly, working the robotic ****
back and forth, in a steady but rhythmic fashion. Watch the
large piece of machinery **** Ashley's was almost likely
watching a pendulum wing back and forth on an old clock. Each
and every thrust was timed. Once it had almost pulled itself
out, leaving only about two inches or so, it would be pushed
before back in, driving the sissy boy into a fit of sexually
driven convulsions. Ash panted like an animal, shrugging to
breath due to how fast the machine's was **** him.
With every motion, there was a consistent industrial noise as
the **** worked. However, the shouts of pure ecstasy coming from
Ash started to drawn out thesounds of the equivalent. As he
neared orgasm, he tried to do hos best to savor the thrusts and
gyrations that were bringing him closer and closer to achieving
the greatest climax of his life.
Even though Delia was still being stimulated by the machines,
she'd already blasted cum from her **** and all the shouting
coming from Ash's sweat covered female form had been enough to
catch Delia's eye. She gazed at the haunting display before her
and felt extremely conflicted. Part of her felt that maternal
urge to leap off of the conveyor belt and try to stop the
sinister robotic **** from harming her boy. However, the other
side of her emotional craved that monster for herself. She'd
never seem such a huge **** before in all of her life and, after
being teased by all the toys, she wanted that bad boy to ****
her so hard she couldn't walkever again.
"Team Rocket!" Delia called out to the band of idiots. "Spare my
son and let me take his place!"
Shefelt around her **** with her fingers whilst in the middle of
robot-performed penetration; pulling, spreading, even getting
one of those fingers in there, even if only for a couple seconds
before the friction between her **** and Bastion's robothood
could risk a bit of a burn with how roughly the metallic
appendage was thrusting in and out.
However, the most ecstatic sting of pleasure seemed to come
across when Mei began squeezing her clit in between her fingers,
forcing its sensitive walls further against the robot **** going
to town on her. It was getting more of a rise outta her now that
she's figured out the best strategy when it came to being ****
long and hard by a bot that suddenly became a walking sex
machine.
"Nng-! Please—don't—stop...!" She moaned...
Bastion nodded as it stared down at Mei, taking her begging
moans as a hint to speed up its thrusting capabilities.
"Ohhh... ffffffuck~"
Suddenly, after thrusting a bit more with only a majority of its
length, Bastion abruptly went even deeper into its sex partner,
pushing into the scientist's **** until the entirety of its ****
was burrowed inside of her, and then completely halted itself,
letting its member rest for a brief moment.
Mei was briefly confused after the high of the balls-deep action
– despite a lack thereof balls – as Bastion stood still while
still deep inside her, looking down at her with its vibrant pink
eye.
Vrrrrrrrr~~~
All of a sudden, Mei felt the robothood of Bastion inside her
not only begin to vibrate, but to restart its thrusting process
in a much more powerful way; while Bastion's body wasn't exactly
moving much, its **** was still performing its in-and-out
motion, albeit in a much faster, very effective motion, as it
was practically extending and contracting on its own. She wasn't
expecting Bastion's well-constructed **** to have the ability to
hammer into her like this, like a fuckin' jackhammer!
She was trying her best to hang onto the table, in an attempt to
not accidentally roll off, as her gasps and moans continued to
ring out. The heavy vibrations coming off between hers and
Bastion's sex were beginning to bring her close, as her mound
was soaked all to hell.
Shelly approached the first blue metal box, where the light bulb
on top began blinking bright red. The belt slowed down, though
didn’t stop completely. From the slot on front came more gloved
mechanical arms, one of which held what looked like a
thermometer. The machine gave it a good shake. Shelly
suddenly had a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Oh no… no you don’t!” she cried, trying to break free. But even
a sporty, fit girl like herself was powerless against the
technology she was dealing with. She was turned over onto her
stomach. Her legs were seized and pulled apart, exposing her
most private places. Shelly gulped, turning her head back to
look. She saw the thermometer maneuvering into position right
between her cheeks, and then-
“WOOF!” she cried at the unwelcome intrusion. It was ice-cold!
Shelly grunted as the lubricated thermometer was gentled worked
into her. After several seconds, it was removed with a gentle
pop as Shelly blushed beet-red. There was a ding and one
mechanical ha
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Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: December 5, 2018, 5:31 am
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After a few seconds of thought, Jessie grinned.
"Meowth, pull out of Ashley!"
"Wut, why?" The cat Pokemon asked, hitting the pause button on
the remote.
"Because, I just realized that we should be punishing this
twerp, not pleasuring her."
"Oouu!" James smiled. "How devious of you."
"Yeh, gud point." Meowth swirled the joy stock around, pulling
the massive shaft from Ash's ass.
The sissified boy from Pallet was immediately ripped from his
deliriously incredible sex the moment the gyrations from the
robot ceased. He looked up, partly confused and more than a
little annoyed with the fact that his mechanical lover had quit
pounding his ass. "Hey, what's the big idea!"
"Naughty girl!" Jessie chastised. "Babies gotta learn to share."
"Yeh, share wif your sistur." Meowth chuckled as he maneuvered
the large, phallic rod over to where Delia was laying, her slit
leaking copious amounts of cum.
Delia braced herself as the metallic cock grew closer to her
quivering vagina. She bit down, clenching her teeth when she
felt the large intruder push itself into her pussy. She'd never
had such an enormous cock inside of her and this was only the
beginning. Hell, the tip of the monstrous cock was probably four
times as thick as her fingers!
Whilst in the middle of the slowly building penetration, Delia
savored the sensation of her spreading vagina as it throbbed
around the robotic cock. It was warm to the touch from working
over her son and the woman truly hoped that their was no risk of
a burn if the beast got too hot. Even though it had been years
since her last sexual rodeo, she was confident that she could
give just as much as she recieved.
Finally, the metal dick had reached the depth it sought and
started to withdraw and a quicker pace. Delia watched the
massive rod retractable from between her legs, knowing that she
was about to be properly fucked. Suddenly, and despite how
prepared the young woman thought she was, the machine's tenacity
caught her off guard with how roughly the metallic appendage
plunged into her tight slit. It completed its circuit, leaving
the mother out of breath as it continued with its thrusting, in
and out, over and over again.
Delia overcame the powerful gyrations and started to match the
pace of the cock's motion, squeezing her clit when the huge rod
was forced deep inside her sensitive walls. She was rewarded
with the most wondrous release of pleasure as her slit grew even
wetter. Her subtle moans began to pick up strength and gradually
started to hurt her throat with how loud she shouted for more.
"OHhh-! Please—don't—stop...!" She begged in between labored
breaths.
Meowth winked as her stared down at Delia, laying on her back
and taking in all of the machine's length. He knew just what the
woman wanted thanks to her begging moans and sped up the
machine's piston like, thrusting capabilities.
"Ohhh- ffffuck me harder!"
Meowth grinned as he noticed that Delia appreciated the increase
in speed and power. His smile grew when he saw that Ashley
wasn't pleased w being denied release. Seeing the feminized boy
in such a state almost made up for all the times that brat had
foiled their plans. Almost.
"Noooo- Ugghh- You beast!"
Delia was delusional after the thrusting gained more speed and
power with a majority of the robotic dick's length now inside of
the drooling woman's cunt. Delia felt like the damn thing was
about to reach her womb wjen it abruptly drove itself even
deeper into its sex partner, pushing into the mother's pussy
until the entirety of her vagina had almost swallowed the
device. Meowth then hit a button, engaging a sequence that Delia
had yet to feel: a viscous vibration emanated from the burrowed
machine inside of her, pulsating like an earthquake.
*Veeerrrrr*
*Vmmmm*
All of a sudden, Delia had to use her hands to grab hold of the
edge of the conveyor belt, using the assembly line as leverage
toensure that she didn't fall off of the rubber surface. Fully
braced, she felt a moist sensation as her vaginal fluid
collected on the industrail material, pooling around the area
wgere her back and ass met the rubber top of the belt. After a
minute of vibration, Meowth restarted the machine's thrusting
process. Delia swallowed deeply as the cock was performing its
in-and-out motion, albeit in a much faster, very effective
motion, as it was practically extending and contracting on its
own. Delia never thought that the mechanical erection could have
the ability to both vibrate and hammer into her like this, like
a fuckin' jackhammer!
Nearing the edge of the belt, the mother continued to grip the
side of the belt behind her head. As she held herself in a semi
upright postion, her tits bounced wildly with each thrust as she
tried her best to hang onto the assembly line due to the power
of the machine. A pair of gloved hands lowered themselves behind
her, holding her shoulders in an attempt to keep her from
accidentally falling off. Now, feeling one hundred percent
secure, she brought her knees to her chest and could feel even
more of the cock than before. Her gasps and moans continued to
build, echoing throughout the facility, driving Ash insane with
envy.
Her body sharted to shake as she knew that she couldn't last
much longer. This quaking, pulsating feeling inside of her was
quickly overwhelming most of her central nervous system, causing
her to spasm randomly due to the piston-cock. Regardless of the
movements of er body, Delia craved release. What was left of her
mind, she wondered how she had lasted so long with this
mechanical stud, buf ultimately she knew that she was on the
verge of achieving the greatest orgasm of entire life. A lovely
bright light seemingly appeared to shine in her eyes,
signifying, to her limited remaining cognitively abilities, that
the end of the tunnel of fuck was withing sight.
Drool flowed out of Delia's mouth as her savage shouts were just
getting louder, as she was getting closer and closer to cumming.
"Haah- Ohhh- fff-fuuuhh—haaahnnn!" The variety of moans and
squeals that she was failing to hold back were ridiculous.
"I'm guh- gonna—I'm—aah!—p-please, I-I'm gonna-g-gonna-cumm!"
Meowth powered down the intensity, causing the device to
gradually come to a halt. Once it had ceased vibrating, he
slowly withdrew the machine out of Delia's vagina. As the
massive mechanical rod left her slit, cum spurted out, firing
towards the factory's floor and covering the robotic cock. The
mother couldn't believe that her thighs were still shaking due
to the pressure of the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced.
Needless to say, she had almost fainted when the machine had
pulled out, her arms and legs going numb.
"I think someone is going to sleep well tonight." Jessie purred.
"Let's git them dressed now." Meowth added.
Shelly approached the first blue metal box, where the light bulb
on top began blinking bright red. The belt slowed down, though
didn’t stop completely. From the slot on front came more gloved
mechanical arms, one of which held what looked like a
thermometer. The machine gave it a good shake. Shelly
suddenly had a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Oh no… no you don’t!” she cried, trying to break free. But even
a sporty, fit girl like herself was powerless against the
technology she was dealing with. She was turned over onto her
stomach. Her legs were seized and pulled apart, exposing her
most private places. Shelly gulped, turning her head back to
look. She saw the thermometer maneuvering into position right
between her cheeks, and then-
“WOOF!” she cried at the unwelcome intrusion. It was ice-cold!
Shelly grunted as the lubricated thermometer was gentled worked
into her. After several seconds, it was removed with a gentle
pop as Shelly blushed beet-red. There was a ding and one
mechanical ha
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Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: December 5, 2018, 7:10 am
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With a shudder, the assembly line came to life, carrying the two
captives towards an area that had stacks of diapers, adult sized
baby clothes and plenty of powder. A long snake like tube
lowered itself right by the dazed and confused Delia, turning on
with a whirl, it sucked up all of the woman's sexual juices
which had pooled up around her plump butt. Once it had cleaned
the area up, the tube rescinded into the ceiling while a
multitude of gloved hands took over, brandishing all sorts of
infantile items.
The hands held diapers, powders, lotions and wipes. Quickly, the
hands grabbed the two prisoners by their ankles, lifting their
butts off of the belt and laid out big fluffy diapers. Ash
squirmed as his cheeks were lowered closer to the diaper. He
shuddered when his bottom touched the soft material of the
diaper, causing him tp start whining and yelling.
"I don't wanna wear diapers!" Ash whined. "I want that dick!"
Delia looked directly at her son with a look of shock plastered
across her face. They both akwardly stared at each other, Delia
unsure of what to say while they both blushed. Ash withdrew into
himself, quickly quitting his tantrum under the gaze of his
mother's gaze.
"Big sissy Delia knows how to keep little Ashley in line." James
chuckled.
"That's a good point, but I think we need to teach the two of
them that there are consequences for bratty behavior." Jessie
explained. "Meowth, would you do the honors?"
"I tot you'd never ask." Meowth fiddled with the remote.
The machined hands sudden froze, awaiting further orders while a
pair of hands kept moving. Ash and Delia both wondered what the
hands were doing, but didn't have to wait long. From a medical
box, the hands pulled out translucent gel capsules, holding each
pill in between their thumbs and index fingers. Time slowed as
the hands returned to the two captives, suppositories ready to
be submitted via the anal passage.
Delia felt the tip of the pill brech her rosebud and stsrted to
wriggle in discomfort as the index finger extenfed, pushing the
pill deep into her ****. Ash ,still held by his ankles, could
only flops around uselessly on his back as the other hand neared
his butthole. Teasingly the hand taunted his abused ****,
swirling the tip of the pill around the rim of his sphincter.
Without warning, the index finger shoved the pill up into his
ass, just as the others hand had done to his mother. However,
unlike his mother, the pills slid right into his blowout ****.
Now that Delia and Ash were diapered, the machine hoisted them
both off of the conveyor belt from underneath their armpits.
They felt the air whisk by their barely covered bodies, only a
pair of matching mittens, booties, bibs and diapers covered
their bodies. As they squirmed in midair, and unexpected sight
greeted their faces.
A pair of gleaming pink metal framed umbrella strollers sat
parked by the rear exit of the facility. Each came complete with
a large seat which sat low and came with a five point harness to
secure unruly brats. Both Dekia and Ash knew that once they were
buckled in that all hope of escape would be lost.
Within an instant, the gloved hands had them both strapped into
the oversized strollers. Delia squealed as her crotch harness
pushed into her thick diaper, causing the diaper to brush
against her sore clit. She tried to pull the strap away from her
huge pamper, desperate to gain some breathing room for her new
underwear, but failed miserably in her attempt.
Meanwhile, Ash knew he was trapped once he felt the tightness of
the restraints crossing his midsection, holding his breasts
close against his now female form. His shoulders were pinned
against the canvas of the stroller due to the top of the
harnesses and his movement was limited severely, just as Team
Rocket wanted him to be. The mother and son remained snuggly
confined and secured in their trollers while Jessie walked up to
the boy while Janes and Meowth made their way over to the
strollers.
"Please! Let us go!" Ash begged, knowing that this was truly his
last chance to try it convince Team Rocket to let him and
mother's go free.
"Shhh, no more talking." Jessie cooed, leaning down and quickly
sticking a large, rubber nipple into Ash's mouth. He tried to
spit out the large pacifier, but the cruel redhead held it in
place, clicking the shield of the pacifier.
Ash could feel the teat inflate, effectively gagging the
imprisoned boy. "Mmmppphhh!"
Despite being silenced, the young sissified boy had more
pressing issues currently rumbling in his stomach. His tiny
tummy groaned violently, due to the suppositorry, releasing hot
spurts of muck into the awaiting pamper. Jessie could smell the
stench but ignored it.
"That's better. Don't you agree?" Jessoe chuckled while walking
over to Delia.
"Just let us go!" Delia starred. "I promise that my son will
never bothered you or your organisation ever again!"
"I know he won't. Now be quiet." Jessie smirked in a sinister
fashion as she plunged the pacifier into Delia's mouth. A quick
click on the shield caused the bulb to grow, effectively gagging
the mother.
Finally, Jessie's stood triumphant over her biggest adversary
and his mother while she grasped the back of Ash's stroller. The
two pests were ready to be delivered to Giovanni, where he'd
undoubtedly sell them into some kind of slavery and rid her of
the brat from Pallet town indefinitely.
Jessie gently, yet with an air of victory, pushed the oversized
infantile conveyance out of the factory and into the town.
"James?" Jessie looked back, waiting for her cohort to join her.
"Push her stroller! We have a long walk ahead of us." Jessie
ordered.
The End
#Post#: 203--------------------------------------------------
Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: April 24, 2019, 6:41 am
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Team Rocket's Trap part 1
Ash stood atop an outcropping of stone, staring off towards the
horizon at the next town which sat between him and his target: a
Gym in Sissiport City. The mountainous trail had proved to be an
excellent path to train his team. He felt prideful and strong
since his Pokemon had inflicted a lot of damage onto the wild
rock types which called this area theur home. Still, the young
trainer knew that he'd have to visit Nurse Joy before he could
challenge any Gym. A short trek down the hill, following the
path to this tiny town proved to be an easy task. For once
everything was going right for the boy from Pallet town and he
reveled in his new found freedom. Sure, he loved traveling with
his friends and making new friends along the way, but ever since
he choose to go alone, he realized that he could focus on the
bond between his Pokemon. Not only that but he also could train
them better due to having more time to just battle every trainer
he came across. The hikers speckled throughout the hills knew
that now, as well as all the rock types they had. Yes, he felt
victorious, riding a high that only constantly winning could
instill into a trainer. Ash knew he was on a streak, a lucky
streak? Perhaps, but it seemed more like it was destiny. Yes,
his destiny was finally coming true! He would become the Pokemon
Master that he knew he could be! Thinking about the upcoming
match in Sissiport fuelled his cocky outlook. The boy continued
daydreaming, almost missing the Gym as he walked past an a light
blue building with a red roof, just on the outskirts of town.
"Wait a minute. There's a Gym in this town?!" Ash wondered
aloud, getting an itch that only a battle could scratch. He
walked towards a single door and investigated the front of the
supposed Gym. "It sure looks like a Gym, but where's the logo?
There's no name either." Undeterred, he tried to open the door,
but a rather peculiar thing occurred once the door opened: A
series of slithering robotic tentacles shot out from within the
confines of the structure, ensnaring our hero. "Hey! Let me go!
Who's doing this to me?!" Ash cried out in shock. *Flash*
*Flash* *Flash* A monitor deep within the building started
flashing, alerting the criminal operatives within that an
intruder was trying to break into their facility. The faces of
the individuals were obscured by shadows due to the interior of
the dimly lit command post. "Looks like we caught someone trying
to break in." A womanly voice noted. "And not just anyone. It's
that twerp!" A man with shoulder length hair stepped forward,
staring at the monitor in disbelief. "Lets see if he likes what
the boss sent us to test out." The woman grinned an ear to ear
smile, teeth shining in a nefarious manner. Both members of the
pseudo Gym looked at each other, nodding before they pulled a
switch which activated a rather sinister protocol. This machine
would not only undress our hero, but strip him of everything
that made him who he was. The duo laughed, knowing that they
would thoroughly enjoy the show.
#Post#: 204--------------------------------------------------
Re: Team Rocket's Trap
By: Cya Date: April 24, 2019, 6:43 am
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Team Rocket's Trap part 2
Ash was pulled into the building, struggling against the robotic
arms that held him in place. Once inside, the mechanical hands
got to work, taking his belt that held his pokeballs, pulling
off his pants and giving him a wocked wedgie while ripping off
his underwear. Next, his jacket and hat were discarded onto the
floor all while the boy wriggled and fought against the hands
doing this undignified task to him."What the heck kind of Gym is
this?!" The boy's questions fell on deaf ears while the
machinery came to life. He saw that he was being carried over to
a long, black stretched out looking machine. The conveyor belt
was already rolling along, waiting for it's first victim. Due to
the sheer gravity of basically being kidnapped and stripped, he
couldn't think of what it was called, but he was thrown onto it,
naked as the day he was born. "Give me back my clothes!" Ash
shouted as a screen came down from the ceiling. He could only
look up at it, waiting for someone to appear on the TV, but it
only turned red, scanning his entire body with a red laser beam.
"Inappropriate appendages detected. Engaging Femination
Sequence!" A robotic voice declared to the confused trainer on
the conveyor belt. "What?" He asked. "What's that supposed to
mean?!" Before Ash could even blink, a large square box,
attached to another metal tentacle, shot out of the machine,
targeting his groin with a laser sight. It locked on tightly
much to the horror of the boy, his manhood was being manipulated
and he had no clue what was happening inside the box. "AAAHHG!"
He could feel his penis being coated with a slimy gel like
substance which was pumped from the hose the box was attached
to. The goo heated up, destroying all of his pubic hair and
acted as an adhesive. For a brief moment, the box pulled away,
revealing Ash's now sticky, hairless balls, they were quickly
pulled back by a robotic hand and literally glued to his taint.
Ash tried to kick at his mechanical assailants, but the arms
held him spread Eagle, rendering his attacks virtually useless.
Once the hands were done with his privates, the box clamped back
into place, covering his dick. However, that was the least of
Ash's problems. A really odd piece of latex was applied to his
groin, covering and entrapping his cock and balls within it. The
box heated up, making sure that the new body part would stay in
place once the procedure was completed. "Stop!" Ash yelled
angrily. "Stop this right now!" The machine had other ideas, it
fired another iron tentacle at Ash, this one landed right on his
chest and made a vaccum tight seal. The boy cried out in utter
fear as the circular device started circulating air back and
forth until it started outright pulling at his flesh, pumping
and prodding, causing his chest to swell up. Another robotic
suction cup landed on his opposite bicep and started sucking his
chest. Both devices worked in unison until the first one
stopped. It's task completed, the first one was recalled to the
machine, revealing a large boob to the stunned trainer. Next,
the second device was pulled away from him, leaving Ash with a
sizable rack which would have made Misty and the rest of his
past female companions envious. "I have boobies?!" Ash uttered
in sheer confusion. *Ding* A loud ding echoed throughout the
converted warehouse announcing that the box's time was up. The
box pulled up from Ash's now flat pubic mound. A slick and
smooth area now exited between his butt and belly button, only a
small slit remained for urination purposes. "You-" Ash struggled
to find the words. "You turned me into a girl!?" In a room near
the factory floor, the criminals were struggling to breath.
Splayed out on the floor, laughing like loons, they were
enjoying this so much, holding their sides since the laughter
was beginning to hurt their lungs. After a few moments, the
redhead got up from the floor and looked at the monitor. The
machine held the newly christened "Ashley" in its metallic grip,
presenting him like a gift. It was this very scene that caused
the fit of laughter in the first place. Her lavender haired
cohort approached her side, admiring the monitor. "Hmm, I think
that hair has got to go." The villain with the long crimson hair
stated. "Yes, that short hair, it's not very becoming of a young
woman like her." The man added before giggling like an idiot. "I
agree. She's definitely a blond." The redhead reached out
towards a button on the control, pressing it and waited for the
show to continue, once more a devilish grin on her face. Ash
wondered why he was being held still like this. It had been a
few moments since the machine had transformed his body, leaving
him with massive melons and a tight little pussy between his
thighs. However, his thoughts were interrupted when he was
lowered back onto the conveyor belt and carried towards a new
device. Little did the trainer know that this new device was
specifically turned on just for him. The press of the button had
summoned the barber. Well, barber wasn't exactly the best way to
describe this thing. Basically, it was a chair which had
appeared next to the belt. "Now what?!" Ash barked at the
machine. The short trip down the conveyor belt brought him
closer to the chair where it suddenly stopped. Arms once more
descended from the top of the machine, scooping Ash up and
depositing him into the barber's chair. Quickly, shackles
snapped shut around his wrists, ankles and even around his neck.
This ensured that he wasn't able to move his head while the
shaving was in progress. *Buzz* *Buzz* *Buzz* A series of a loud
buzzing noises filled the air and surrounded the nude captive.
Ash sat trapped, strapped and ready to have his head shaved
bald. Try as he might, none of his struggling could free him
from the chair. Without warning, the barber's razors starting
sheering off his black locks, leaving a path of stubble in their
wake. "Nooo!" Ash cried out. "Not my hair!" He
whined and wriggled all the while, but couldn't stop the
clippers from doing their job. Once the razor made its final
pass over his head, the robot held up a circular mirror,
showing Ash the final result: a barren pale patch of skin was
all that appeared in the reflection. He had been shaved bald!
"Why did you take my hair?!" Ash simply couldn't figure it out.
'If this stupid machine wanted me to be a girl then why shave my
head?' While the stupified boy sat restrained to the chair,
thinking about the absolute absurdity that this machine was
puting him through, he missed the hose appearing above him. Warm
goo poured onto his bald head which only made him scream in
shock and renew his efforts to escape. Meanwhile, the metallic
hands worked diligently to masage the glue all over his head.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a strange, blond item being
brought towards him by a lone robotic hand. It instantly dawned
on him that it was a big blond, girly wig. "No! You're not
putting that on my head!" Despite his protests and angry shouts,
the gloved hands worked together, ignoring the thrashing boy.
One hand lowered the wig onto his head and another pressed on it
hard, holding it firmly against the bare scalp until it adhered
to the boy's hairless head. A few other hands combed out the
mess of new, luxurious blond locks using various hair brushes
and combs to get the tangled mass of hair looking cute. Finally,
after a long blast of hairspray, the machine selected a big,
pink bow which the gloved hands happily applied to the blond
wig. Unbeknownst to Ash, the mysterious redhead, and her cohorts
in the booth, watched his transformation from masculine Pokemon
trainer to a dainty, feminine flower of a woman. The team of
criminals were laughing at the final result of the machine's
handiwork: The boy's ample boobs swayed as he fought against the
restraints, his perfectly done hair stayed in place as he yelled
out for help. "I think we should let little "Ashley" know why
this is happening to her." The redhead announced. "Oh, but I
wanted to humiliate her some more." The lavender haired man
whined. "We will, don't you worry about that." A snicker escaped
her lips. A Meowth opened the door to the command post,
illuminating the villains who had captured Ash. "Come on you
guys, we gotta make sure that Ashley isn't late for her date."
"I was just saying that, Meowth." Jessie replied in an annoyed
tone. "You got the remote control, right?" "I wouldn't leave
home without it." Meowth smiled, holding up a grey square box
with a black joystick and a few buttons on it. "Good let's go
visit our fussy little captive." Jessie smiled and walked past
Meowth, leading the group down a catwalk and over to the heart
of the facility. Meanwhile, Ash had just been released from the
barber's chair and lifted up into the air by his mechanical
jailers. The gloved hands held his wrists firmly, as well as his
ankles. Once more, he fruitlessly struggled against his bonds,
but sadly this yielded nothing. "There's our little Ashley!" An
obnoxious voice announced from above him. Ash held his head up
and stared at the trio of familiar idiots who always tried to
rob him of his Pikachu. They stood proudly on the catwalk, only
a few meters away from him. Of course, he felt very embarrassed
being viewed like this. It would be one thing to be naked, but
due to his new, female genitalia being on full display, he felt
absolutely humiliated and degraded. To look exactly like a woman
was an unreal concept for the boy from Kanto to comprehend.
"What have you done to me?!" Ash shrieked. "Oh, we just made you
ready for your little date." Meowth chuckled, holding up a
little remote control before pressing the button with his claw.
"Date?" Ash muttered to himself in confusion. "What are you
talking-" A massive roar of machinery came from behind,
startling Ash immensely, interrupting his questioning. A great
feeling of dread grew in the pit of his stomach as he could hear
a loud rotating sound approaching. Things only went from bad to
worse as the gloved hands spread his legs out until he was
practically spread wide, like an Eagle. "What's that noise?!"
Ash tried to yell over the sound of the unknown device behind
him. Whirling and rotating sounds came from all around him while
the tip of a long, warm shaft of metal pierced his anus gently,
but swiftly, rotating as it crested his rosebud. The long device
quickly expanded to its full size and suddenly filled "Ashley's"
hole beyond anything the trainer had ever felt before in his
entire life. A piston fired up, causing the device to
immediately start retracting, Ash felt relieved that this
massive intruder would be exiting his ass soon. However, right
when the tip was about to leave, the machine pushed it right
back in, all nine inches of it! It violently started pulsating
as it worked it's way back up his tight ass. Repeatedly
penetrating his asshole. Ash could not help but cry out by this
horrible realization that he was having his virginity taken from
him by a machine. Ashley's boobs bounced up and down, shaking
wildly as his body took the brunt of the machine's assault, his
screams echoing throughout the facility. The phallic robotic
device showed no mercy, thrusting itself deep into it's new
girlfriend's ass over and over. After a few moments of this, the
savage machine slowed down, drawing out the experience and
Ashley's screams of agony evaporated into shouts of pleasure.
Her moans of passion overpowered the machine's loud roar as she
suddenly started enjoying the slower pace. The trio of goons
watched this bizarre display with a jealous fascination. Jessie
and James both looked like they wanted what Ashley was getting.
Mentally, they watched Ashley's body respond to the machine in a
positive way which was evident by the tiny red head poking out
of the mound. His little cock just barely exiting the slit of
his fake pussy. Poor Ashley couldn't play with her cock which
was kept trapped within the fake mound. Only the head could be
seen between the folds of fake flesh as she looked down
occasionally at it, amid her screams for more. Although, the
machine couldn't understand her cries for more, the cat Pokemon
above sure did and obliged the sexuality frustrated Ashley.
Another flick of the joystick cranked up the intensity of the
robotic dick, causing it to rapidly pound her ass as fast as
mechanically possible. The machine was at the limit of its RPMs.
"Yes!" Ashley cried as the machine continued to firmly fuck her
fat ass hard. "Ohh, ohh, ohhh, my, mai, mai, God!!!" A final,
ear shattering scream of ecstasy came from the blond trainer
from Pallet Town. Ashley slumped her head downwards, drooling
all over her bare breasts, as she noticed that her little head
must've spurted itself since a fresh stream of glistening, white
cum flowed from her pussy. She moaned slightly as the big
intruder was pulled from her plump butt. "Looks like you need a
bath little girl." Jessie giggled as Ashley was still out if it
due to experiencing the after effects of the most mind numbing
orgasm she had ever had.
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