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Budding - 'Saur TF Story part 1

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A gloomy sky hangs overhead while a pair of gents get comfortable inside a tent. Being in a forest away from any other human interaction, doing something far from normal is easy enough. With a deep breath, myself, one of these gents, tries to get comfortable with the prospect of changing a friend of mine around.
"Hey Larry..." I say softly. "Are you sure about this? You're basically asking me if you can be my test subject... I dunno how that would be..."
With specific chemicals and potions formulated to tonics, I look at a small plastic case of vials, looking them over on my lap. Wearing street clothes underneath a white lab coat, i'm not much to sneer at. I'm just some lab technician that stole some stuff from my job at Silph Co.
"I may work with those guys, but I don't want to be as bad as them just to see this for myself."
In front of me, my friend speaks up to help alleviate my fears. "Look, Vick. I've told you enough times to stop worrying about it. If I didn't want to do this myself, I wouldn't have brought it up. That's how you're different, don't worry. You're not going to back out at this point, are you?"
"N...no... As long as I can see up close how you will change..."
Well, I am in this far. My resignation to those confounded people in Silph is all the chemicals and formulas in this box I hold tightly in my hands. Opening it up, there is a colorful display of plastic tubes. With screw-on caps, they look like they must be ingested to take effect. A pokemon name is labeled in each. Drinkable compounds, each is labled with pokemon species on each. The eager friend looks over to the box's contents.
"Thanks man. You're gonna be with me every step of the way." he says, looking at the green section of vials. "Wow, there are more here than I expected. I didn't know your company really was this far into it... But, may as well start at the beginning I think." He pulls out one labeled 001 - Bulbasaur. "So how do I do this?"
"Grip and sip?" I shrug. Setting the box down beside me, I exhale. We're really doing this, aren't we. I look you over, clearing my throat as an idea comes to mind. "Ah erm... You're more than likely gonna be breaking out of your clothes. If you don't want to, uh, well, rip out of them, take off what's not essential."
"Good thinking, bet that would have hurt like hell. Should we step out of the tent, too? Don't want to accidentally break it…" he says while taking off shirts, pants, and kicking off his shoes and socks. As for Larry himself, he's thin and in decent shape.
"No... I don't think that would be needed. In here we are fine for such a change."
I lean back against the wall of the boxed tent within 8 feet of space in all dimensions. The tent doors are tightly sealed. Wire mesh windows above us are open, but obscured with tree branches keeping us hidden.
"Whenever you're ready..."
A little cold, the "victim" looks nervous by looking all around us, making sure that there aren't any outside eyes watching. After looking long enough, he bites the bullet and chugs the entire vial of the transformative mixture, coughing slightly in his haste.
The vial's contents goes into his stomach. It's quickly absorbed while digesting, entering the bloodstream. His chest starts to burn up, feeling a sharp pain within. The blood inside your body starts to slow down, turning color as the veins from your painful face and neck are changing color. It goes from red, orange, and finally stabilizing to light green.
"Hey!" I exclaim. "Oh crap..."
"What do you mean, oh crap?! Is something going wrong?"
I'm not sure. Most of the subjects that I have to administer are... Downright forced to be changed. So many people I have seen that were strapped down, sedated, or sometimes fully aware they are gonna be TFed. It supposed to hurt like hell. Here it doesn't seem to be that bad.
The transformation holds him, and we can't help but admire what is happening. Looking down at his chest, we see veins turn light green. The coloration of his blood takes a hold of his skin pigments. It warps to a green tone. The blood inside of his body thickens, gaining the sun-absorbing qualities of chlorophyll. This makes the pinks of your nails turn a light brown in coloration. Above, the cartilage of his ears reshape, pulling up into triangular points. The ears themselves move to poke through the sides of his hair. He snorts loudly as his nose grows broader. I see pain expressed on the humanistic beast's eyes as they widen, narrowing to march up with the head of the monster he is partially becoming. I hear the opening up of his back as skin is pulled open- a protrusion forming. Larry yells as the bulge on his back starts to come out. With how heavy it is, it makes him go off-balance. This forces him to drop down to his hands and knees. I wince as his breathing is labored. The skin around the bulb closes up, healing from the exertion of the new limb. The hybrid can't help but mutter out a moan.
"Sauuurr..." he lets out in awe. The voice is lower, more froggy. Focus returns to his pained face as the sun shines above us- piercing through the clouds for a moment.
Sunlight hits the tent, pouring out from a wire mesh window, touching the bulb and his damp skin. His chlorophyll-like blood goes to work, absorbing the sunlight and converts it to energy. Thick white claws about half an inch long jut out from your nail beds. While those changes only give discomfort, his body still reels from the bulb that is becoming a permanent part of him.
Attaching the new limb to his spine is harsh with pain that can't be avoided. Attaching it's nerve-endings to the spine is what must have been that sharp point of hurt. The bulb is about a foot long, having four sections of it closed. The tight look on his face is mimicked by the grip the bulb has as a part of him now. You're looking stronger as the painful expression on your face is softening. I can't help but feel guilty by the trauma that I have put him through.
"Sorry if I hurt you bad..." What a delayed reaction from my part. He moves to sit in a frog-like squat.
"Bulbbbbaaaaa?" Sounds like a pokemon now. "Bulllllbasaur... Saur... Auuurh..." It takes a bit of work, but he manages to speak normally. "Urgh, it, bulllb... It did hurt there, yeah... But I wanted this, Victor." Through the discomfort, he manages a smile. "I feel better now... Did it work for real? It's... Saur... Not a dream?" He moves his head towards my hand, nudging it for a moment until he licks it.
Accepting the appreciative notion, I nod, petting his head, feeling the new skin that covers his body. It feels rather cold, clammy like an amphibian. The once human personality is a bit feral, and I think he enjoys every bit of it.
"Mmm... Feelsssssaurrrr so good... Healthy, never better now."
To my surprise, he looks at the discarded articles of clothing with disgust. Kicking them to the wall, he shutters, "Don't need those anymore." Unsettled yet fascinated, this change concerns me.
"Are you sure about this? Is this what you really want? Being like a wild beast in the forest? You can still be yourself and go back home."
"Saaur... That first one sounds better... Living in the wild, basking in the sun... Part of me knows that's what I need. Plus, what if someone saw me like this at home? I'd be on a lab table or God knows what!"
Unfortunately, he's right. We're in the Houenn region. Human and hybrid trafficking exists for the sake of experimentation. It isn't safe for scientists or their friends in comparison to Kanto and Jhoto. There has to be a solution.
"If you can't go home, you have to stay here." The Bulbasaur PoKeHybrid nods in agreement. "You're still very much you with looks that can match. In order to make sure you can hold your own and be left alone, you need some tweaking." Standing up, I have a vial in my hand. It's a dark green tube, labled "EVOLUTION". "Are you ready for the next step as being one with nature?"
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louiseleon07's avatar
Okay, THAT is interesting