Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

I nestled into the crook of Delia's arm, my slimy form shifting to

accommodate her naked body. Her skin flushed from previous orgasms,

body still sensitive and warm. A small, contented sigh escaped me, body

jiggling slightly. Delia chuckled, breath tickling my form.

"You're like a little pudding, aren't you?" Her hand gently patted my side.

Deciding to spice things up, I transformed into a shota boy form—cute,

innocent look with rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and messy hair. Delia gasped,

feeling me change, eyes widening in surprise. But seeing the little boy in

her arms, her expression melted into pure adoration.

"Oh, my goodness." Her voice filled with wonder. She pinched my cheeks,

fingers sinking into soft flesh. "You're just too precious for this world!" Wet,

sloppy kisses planted all over my face.

Endearing at first, but as she continued to smother me with kisses, I started

to get annoyed. Just as she was about to plant another kiss on my cheek, I

turned my face around and kissed her lips instead. Delia's eyes widened in

shock, but before she could pull back, I wrapped my small arms around her

face, kissing her vehemently.

Her body froze in surprise. I took advantage, deepening the kiss. My small

body pressed against hers, her naked flesh warm against mine. After a

moment, Delia gave in, wrapping her hands around my small body,

practically cradling me against her naked form.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds before I pulled back, a mischievous grin

on my face. "That was fun."

Delia blinked, cheeks flushing red. "That... that felt weird." Her voice barely

a whisper.

I laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Weird? What do you mean?" I

teased, knowing full well what she meant.

Delia glared at me, cheeks reddening even more. "Kissing a small boy... it's

just... wrong." Her voice filled with embarrassment.

I chuckled, finding her flustered state adorable. "Oh, come on, Delia. It's not

like I'm actually a small boy. Besides, you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Delia huffed, her glare softening. "Maybe a little." Her voice barely a

whisper. She pulled me closer, her naked body warm against mine. "But

don't tell anyone." Her voice filled with mock sternness.

I laughed, body shaking against hers. "Your secret is safe with me, Delia."

And with that, I snuggled closer to her, my small body fitting perfectly

against her curves. This was turning out to be a lot more fun than I'd

expected. I wiggled my body, trying to burrow as deep as I could in her tits,

my eyes darting around the room. They landed on a framed picture of a

young Ash and Delia. I noticed the distinct lack of any other figures,

particularly Ash's father. Curiosity piqued, and perhaps a twinge of jealousy,

I asked, "Delia, what about Ash's dad? Where is he?"

Delia let out a sigh, a mix of sadness and anger crossing her features. She

shifted slightly, body tensing as she spoke. "That bastard. He went on his

Pokémon Master journey without even spending a week after our wedding.

Said he couldn't let go of his dreams, that he had to catch 'em all."

Her voice grew bitter. "And since then, there's been no contact. Not a single

letter, not a single call. I honestly think he might have died in some corner of

the world. And if he hasn't, he better hope he never meets me again,

because if he does, he'll wish he had died."

I whistled low, trying to lighten the mood. "Damn, that's cold. But hey, his

loss is my gain, right?" I winked up at her, trying to coax a smile out of her.

Delia looked down at me, her expression softening. "You little charmer, you."

She murmured, ruffling my hair. "But yes, it's his loss. I've moved on, and

I'm much happier now."

I grinned, feeling a surge of pride. "Of course you are. Who needs a

deadbeat husband when you've got a ditto-shota hybrid to keep you

company?"

Delia laughed, her body shaking against mine. "You've got a point there."

I snuggled closer, my hand resting on her breast, giving it a gentle

squeeze. "So, how about we forget about that loser and focus on the

present?"

Delia raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "And what, pray tell, do

you have in mind?" Her voice laced with challenge.

you have in mind?" Her voice laced with challenge.

"Well, remember the roaming around the world offer I asked last time?" I

turned my body around, burying half my face in her tits, while my eyes

gazed at her, meeting hers. Meanwhile, thanks to my pocket-sized body, my

leg found itself wedged between hers. Taking advantage of that, I started

teasing her pussy with my toes. Delia, trying to keep her composure,

replied, "Mhm! Yeah, I thought enghh about it." Her voice wavering as she

tried to ignore the toe-fingering.

"And?" I prompted, my toes now gently caressing her pussy lips, spreading

her wetness around.

Delia took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "And I think... I think it's

a great idea. But what about that girl you were traveling with? Did she

agree?" She asked, her voice hitching as my toe found her clit, applying a

light pressure.

I chuckled, my breath hot on her nipple. "Of course, she agreed. She's

waiting for us in Viridian City. So, what do you say, Delia? Ready to see the

world?" I asked, my toe now circling her clit, making her squirm.

Delia bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan. "I... I've been thinking about it

since you left. You're right, it's better to explore the world than spend time

idly here. I didn't get to do that in my youth, and I don't want to miss out

again."

I smiled, my toe now sliding into her warm, slimy lips. "That's the spirit." I

wiggled my toe inside her, feeling her tightness.

Delia gasped, her body tensing as I inserted more of my toe, her pussy

stretching to accommodate it. "You know, I always resented Ash's father for

leaving me behind, for going on his adventure while I had to take care of

Ash alone." She confessed, her voice filled with bitterness.

I hummed in agreement, my toe now fully inside her, wiggling around,

exploring her insides. "Well, now's your chance to make up for lost time." I

said, my mouth now moving to her nipple, sucking on it like a baby.

Delia moaned, her hand moving to my head, caressing it gently. "You're

right." She said, her voice filled with resolve. "I want to see the world, I want

to explore, I want to... oh god." She gasped as I inserted another toe,

stretching her even more.

I chuckled, my mouth now moving to her other nipple, giving it the same

treatment. My toes were now deep inside her, wiggling and exploring,

feeling her wetness, her warmth. Delia was panting, her body squirming,

her pussy clenching around my toes.

"So, Delia," I said, my voice muffled by her tits. "Are you ready to embark on

this adventure with me?" I asked, my toes curling inside her, hitting her

sweet spot.

sweet spot.

Delia threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips like a goddamn

opera singer hitting the high notes. "Yes." She gasped, her voice shaking

with pleasure. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's exploreeee ohhh~"

"Explore what?" I asked, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as I

shoved half of my tiny-ass feet right up into her pussy. I mean, who needs a

fucking dildo when you've got a Ditto with some freaky-ass feet, right? At

the same time, I bit down on her nipples like a hungry little vampire,

sending her into an orgasmic daze.

Delia's body convulsed like she was possessed, her hips bucking against

my feet like she was riding the world's tiniest mechanical bull. She let out a

series of gasps and moans that could've put a porn star to shame. "Oh god,

oh fuck, oh yes." She cried out, her body trembling like a leaf in a fucking

hurricane.

As she came down from her high, she wrapped her arms around me,

pulling me close to her chest like I was her favorite teddy bear. I was buried

in her tits, my face smothered in those giant, soft pillows. I struggled to

breathe, panic rising in my chest like a fucking tsunami.

"Delia, wait, I can't breathe." I mumbled, my voice muffled by her massive

cleavage. But she was too far gone to give a shit, her body still shaking with

the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I tried to push against her, but she held me tight, her arms like a fucking

vice grip around me. I could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her

skin, the scent of her arousal. It was fucking overwhelming, and I felt myself

growing dizzy, my vision blurring like a drunken night out.

"Delia, please." I gasped, my struggles growing weaker. But she just held

me tighter, her body finally succumbing to exhaustion. With a final sigh, she

collapsed onto the bed, her arms still wrapped around me, burying me

completely in her tits like I was a fucking treasure she'd never let go.

I tried to hold on, to stay conscious, but the warmth and softness of her

body was too much. I felt my eyes fluttering closed, my body growing limp

as I succumbed to the darkness. Whether I fainted or fell asleep, I wasn't

sure. All I knew was that I was enveloped in Delia's embrace, lost in a world

of pleasure and warmth.

And so, we both drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, our bodies

entwined, our hearts beating in sync.

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I woke up some time later, my body buried under Delia's warm, soft form. I

could barely fucking breathe, let alone move. But hey, who's complaining? I

mean, being smothered by a beautiful woman is a far cry from being stuck

mean, being smothered by a beautiful woman is a far cry from being stuck

in some slimy cave or whatever.

Transforming into my slime form, I slithered my way out of her embrace,

making sure to give her nether lips a quick lick on the way out. Delia let out

a half-asleep moan of protest, her body shifting slightly. I chuckled, my

slime form jiggling like Jell-O. Who knew I had a knack for making women

moan in their sleep?

Reforming into my normal-sized human form, I glanced at the clock. It was

9 o'clock—Misty might still be waiting back at Pewter City. I needed to get

my ass in gear. I walked towards the door, but nearly slipped on some liquid

spilled on the floor. What the fuck? Who spilled this shit here?

I shook my head, not giving it much thought. Grabbing a cup of water from

the kitchen, I gulped it down, feeling a bit stuffy after the intense exercise

with Delia. I picked up Giovanni's phone from the table beside the sofa and

dialed Misty's number. How did I know her number? I'm not a fucking idiot—

I had asked for it beforehand, just in case I needed to call her.

As I stepped out of the house, I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night

air fill my lungs. The phone connected after a few clicks, and Misty's voice

crackled through the line, sounding a bit irritated but with that underlying

lovey-dovey tone she couldn't hide.

"Where the hell are you? I thought you were coming back tonight!" Misty's

voice was like a whip, but I could hear the hint of concern beneath the

anger.

I chuckled, trying to play it cool. "Well, hello to you too, Misty. Yeah, there

was a bit of a situation on my way here."

Misty snorted, and I could practically see her rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah?

Let me guess, you found some good-looking girl and ended up flirting and

who knows what else with her?"

I wiped my sweat, shocked at her sixth sense. This girl was way too fucking

accurate for her own good. "You know, Misty, sometimes I think you must

have some kind of psychic powers or something," I joked, trying to switch

the mood.

"Don't change the subject!" she snapped.

I sighed, deciding to give her a half-truth to smooth things over. "Okay, okay.

I found this pitiful Pokémon on my way here. It was in pretty bad shape, so I

had to help it out. You know how it is, can't just leave a fellow creature in

distress."

Misty's voice softened a bit, but her tone was still skeptical. "A pitiful

Pokémon? What kind of Pokémon? And why did it take so long?"

I scratched my head, thankful she couldn't see me. "Oh, just some random

one. It took a while because, you know, rescuing and stuff. By the time I

one. It took a while because, you know, rescuing and stuff. By the time I

finished, it was already night, so I decided to just wait until morning."

There was a pause on the line, and I could almost hear the gears turning in

her head. "Fine," she finally said, her voice softer now. "But you better be

here first thing in the morning. I don't like sleeping alone, you know."

I grinned, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. "Aww, don't worry,

darling. I'll be there before you can say 'Pikachu's thunderbolt.'"

Misty huffed, trying to keep up her tough exterior. "Whatever. Just don't

keep me waiting again."

I chuckled, ending the call with a promise to be there as soon as possible.

As I tucked the phone back into my pocket, I let out a sigh of relief. That

went better than expected—although the mental image of Misty's angry

face was hot enough to keep me warm for the rest of the night.