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Whelp, so this is how teasing on Twitter ends huh? This story um, came from a threat by 
OddOxOut to turn me into a Kangaskhan joey. Needless to say, this story has TF, TG (because Kangaskhans are only female of course), and regression. And of course hypnosis, because hypnosis is always needed when combining multiple themes. X3 I wrote most of the story at first, but then OddOxOut added a ton of meat to it, so I'm documenting this as a collaboration. But anywho, here's the story!
After a fun day of hiking through the woods at the local park, Miralal and Jordan were on their way back to the bus stop. It didn’t take long for them to make their way back to the large bench from the trail exit. They could be seen discussing things playfully with plenty of energy to them, despite their tired legs. Greeting them there was a mysterious baby bottle, full of milk and without any noticeable markings. It was standing upright on the armrest, and there was no one around in sight.
Curious, Mira picked up the bottle and examined it closely “It’s still cold… they must have left it here recently. You want a sip?” The wolf smiled and teasingly waved the bottle at the Luxray, shaking the milky contents around.
Jordan smiled back nervously. It was a cute gesture, but also quite an embarrassing thought to be had. “N-nah, I’m good. If the parent comes back to find it, they’d be quite unhappy with us.” The duo sat down, with Mira still examining the bottle. He held it in both hands over his lap, lost in thought as he looked at it closely. Oddly enough, he couldn’t get the image of Jordan with the bottle in his mouth out of his head. Nervously he quipped another joke, a bit of a stutter in his voice.
“You sure you don’t want to drink it, kitten?” Mira joked, laughing a little again as he nudged Jordan’s arm with the side of the bottle.
“Sure do.” Jordan replied. He was completely distracted by a fast-paced text conversation he was suddenly having on his phone.
Mira gulped loudly, face turning a bit red with blush and sweating. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the bottle and he couldn’t get it out of his hands, either. He found his mouth opening before he could stop himself. “I mean, could you imagine if I was actually bottlefeeding your or something? Haha…”
Mira shifted uncomfortably, crossing his legs and tugging at his shirt collar. He looked back and forth between Jordan and the bottle in his hands. Why was he so focused on these jokes? He felt like it was a good thing that his feline friend wasn’t paying attention, but also felt a sense of frustration that… he wasn’t… agreeing to it?
The feline chuckled, trying to wrap up the discussion he was having on his phone “That’d be pretty weird. After all, I’m a grown cat and you’re definitely not my mother.”
“Haha, y-yeah, there’s no way I’d ever be your um… mother... or something…” Mira trailed off, lost in his imagination.
“Pff… sorry, just one sec, it’s just a liiittle important…” Jordan’s eyes were glued to his phone screen. He felt a little bad about being so distracted while he was supposed to be hanging out with a friend, but these things happen.
Whilst he was looking away, Mira watched their body in shock as their stomach suddenly began to expand! His belt quickly tore as his waistline grew outward. He put both hands to his new, smooth scaled belly as it turned cream in color. He stuttered nervously, trying to get Jordan’s attention but he was too flustered to get any words out. He couldn’t quite figure out what was happening to him! Things only got worse when a pouch quickly formed under their tightening shirt. He dug a hand in and tugged it outward, testing the new addition to his body.
“W-wha…” His face was red and he was sweating profusely. The wolf watched with wide eyes as their body bulked out and morphed, their clothes creaking and stretching to contain their body’s growing mass. Both the pants and the shirt began to tear at the seams, unable to hold the new reptilian body’s girth. Their tail grew longer and thickened, and their ears shifted over and became semi-ovular. Their hands morphed into three thick claws, and spine ridges formed on their back. The bench could be heard creaking under the weight of his- or her widening waist. Jordan was still too distracted to notice that he was now sitting next to a motherly reptilian roo with the tattered clothing of a male scattered around her. Mira found that the shock and fear of what had happened to… her… was slightly overshadowed by her tight grip on the bottle for formula she still had in her hands.
“Aaaalright, done!” Just as Jordan exclaimed these words, something clicked in the new Kangaskhan’s brain. There’s my baby! He’s a bit too… grown-up, though… I’ll just have to fix that.
“Now, what about the bot-mmfpfh!??” The feline didn’t even have time to finish his sentence as the bottle was thrusted into his mouth and held there by the strong grip of a mother. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising, having a baby bottle in his mouth or the fact that he was facing a fully grown Kangaskhan who was eyeing him as if he was… her child. He whined loudly as she pulled him onto her lap and held the bottle over his mouth. Bewildered, the Luxray tried to question her or get out of her hold, but found he was suckling away, unable to get his mouth off the bottle. His face had never been so red. It had the dissatisfying taste of formula, fake milk. Yet he couldn’t help himself! He did his best to squirm, but with powerful claws Mira fully intended for her kitten to finish its meal.
17… 16… 15...
Despite being restrained by a powerful Pokemon, Jordan did his best to continue struggling. He wrapped his paws around the bottle and tried to yank it out, but quickly found that he couldn’t get his hands off the bottle either! And all the while he was obediently swallowing more milk down. It took him a moment to notice that with each gulp he was losing a large number of inches off his height. This only caused him to panic more as he could only wonder what on earth was happening to him. His clothes quickly outsized him, hiding just how transformed his shrinking stature was becoming as they wrapped around him like a blanket. Despite them greatly outsizing him, the kitten did his best to hold his clothes on. Yet with his paws stuck firmly on the bottle, there was nothing he could do to stop his shorts from falling off his flailing stubby legs and revealing his increasingly childish form.
10… 9… 8...
“Quit fussing dear! Don’t you want to be a good girl for mommy?” Mira cooed. Her child could be quite the fussy one, apparently! She’d surely calm down once she had her milk. The Kangaskhan seemed completely unaware of her friend’s plight, and indeed she was; all she could see was her darling little joey in her lap.
6… 5… 4...
Hearing this only spurred the panicked Jordan into struggling more. Alas, with only his legs unrestrained and his body growing smaller and weaker as his years ticked off, all he- although perhaps more she at this point- could do was kick the air helplessly. As soon as Mira’s new child was small enough, she returned the joey to the bench, though now much smaller and less furred than ‘she’ began. Jordan eagerly used this as an attempt to leap out, but all it took was one strong paw over her head to keep the new littlun in her pouch. And still, Jordan was suckling away at the bottle.
3… 2… ?
Finally the cursed bottle was empty, almost to the new feline-turned-joey’s confusion thanks to her simpler thought process. Despite the emptiness, she was still suckling away… much to her chagrin. This was so embarrassing! Her eyes watered to the brim and she whined helplessly, she looked up at her old friend as if pleading, unable to say anything around the bottle. Yet her “mother” simply smiled down at her.
“There, there.” She said in an effort to comfort her child, yet it only worried Jordan further. She felt exhausted after the transformation and her shirt was still wrapped around her like a blanket. Finally the nub of the bottle left her lips as she yawned loudly.
As her shining example of a mother pet her tired head gently, Jordan began to drift off to sleep, nestled in her pouch. Plenty of worries filled the new child-like mind of the joey as she could hardly keep her eyes open any longer. “Is this what I’m going to be from now on? Am I going to have to grow up again? I’m so small…” she thought to herself.
But she couldn’t think clearly and her immature mind couldn’t even imagine how she was going to fix something like THIS. The last thing she saw was the bus as it finally came into view to pick up not two young adults returning from a hike, but a hard-working mother and her tired daughter.
OddOxOut to turn me into a Kangaskhan joey. Needless to say, this story has TF, TG (because Kangaskhans are only female of course), and regression. And of course hypnosis, because hypnosis is always needed when combining multiple themes. X3 I wrote most of the story at first, but then OddOxOut added a ton of meat to it, so I'm documenting this as a collaboration. But anywho, here's the story!After a fun day of hiking through the woods at the local park, Miralal and Jordan were on their way back to the bus stop. It didn’t take long for them to make their way back to the large bench from the trail exit. They could be seen discussing things playfully with plenty of energy to them, despite their tired legs. Greeting them there was a mysterious baby bottle, full of milk and without any noticeable markings. It was standing upright on the armrest, and there was no one around in sight.
Curious, Mira picked up the bottle and examined it closely “It’s still cold… they must have left it here recently. You want a sip?” The wolf smiled and teasingly waved the bottle at the Luxray, shaking the milky contents around.
Jordan smiled back nervously. It was a cute gesture, but also quite an embarrassing thought to be had. “N-nah, I’m good. If the parent comes back to find it, they’d be quite unhappy with us.” The duo sat down, with Mira still examining the bottle. He held it in both hands over his lap, lost in thought as he looked at it closely. Oddly enough, he couldn’t get the image of Jordan with the bottle in his mouth out of his head. Nervously he quipped another joke, a bit of a stutter in his voice.
“You sure you don’t want to drink it, kitten?” Mira joked, laughing a little again as he nudged Jordan’s arm with the side of the bottle.
“Sure do.” Jordan replied. He was completely distracted by a fast-paced text conversation he was suddenly having on his phone.
Mira gulped loudly, face turning a bit red with blush and sweating. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the bottle and he couldn’t get it out of his hands, either. He found his mouth opening before he could stop himself. “I mean, could you imagine if I was actually bottlefeeding your or something? Haha…”
Mira shifted uncomfortably, crossing his legs and tugging at his shirt collar. He looked back and forth between Jordan and the bottle in his hands. Why was he so focused on these jokes? He felt like it was a good thing that his feline friend wasn’t paying attention, but also felt a sense of frustration that… he wasn’t… agreeing to it?
The feline chuckled, trying to wrap up the discussion he was having on his phone “That’d be pretty weird. After all, I’m a grown cat and you’re definitely not my mother.”
“Haha, y-yeah, there’s no way I’d ever be your um… mother... or something…” Mira trailed off, lost in his imagination.
“Pff… sorry, just one sec, it’s just a liiittle important…” Jordan’s eyes were glued to his phone screen. He felt a little bad about being so distracted while he was supposed to be hanging out with a friend, but these things happen.
Whilst he was looking away, Mira watched their body in shock as their stomach suddenly began to expand! His belt quickly tore as his waistline grew outward. He put both hands to his new, smooth scaled belly as it turned cream in color. He stuttered nervously, trying to get Jordan’s attention but he was too flustered to get any words out. He couldn’t quite figure out what was happening to him! Things only got worse when a pouch quickly formed under their tightening shirt. He dug a hand in and tugged it outward, testing the new addition to his body.
“W-wha…” His face was red and he was sweating profusely. The wolf watched with wide eyes as their body bulked out and morphed, their clothes creaking and stretching to contain their body’s growing mass. Both the pants and the shirt began to tear at the seams, unable to hold the new reptilian body’s girth. Their tail grew longer and thickened, and their ears shifted over and became semi-ovular. Their hands morphed into three thick claws, and spine ridges formed on their back. The bench could be heard creaking under the weight of his- or her widening waist. Jordan was still too distracted to notice that he was now sitting next to a motherly reptilian roo with the tattered clothing of a male scattered around her. Mira found that the shock and fear of what had happened to… her… was slightly overshadowed by her tight grip on the bottle for formula she still had in her hands.
“Aaaalright, done!” Just as Jordan exclaimed these words, something clicked in the new Kangaskhan’s brain. There’s my baby! He’s a bit too… grown-up, though… I’ll just have to fix that.
“Now, what about the bot-mmfpfh!??” The feline didn’t even have time to finish his sentence as the bottle was thrusted into his mouth and held there by the strong grip of a mother. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising, having a baby bottle in his mouth or the fact that he was facing a fully grown Kangaskhan who was eyeing him as if he was… her child. He whined loudly as she pulled him onto her lap and held the bottle over his mouth. Bewildered, the Luxray tried to question her or get out of her hold, but found he was suckling away, unable to get his mouth off the bottle. His face had never been so red. It had the dissatisfying taste of formula, fake milk. Yet he couldn’t help himself! He did his best to squirm, but with powerful claws Mira fully intended for her kitten to finish its meal.
17… 16… 15...
Despite being restrained by a powerful Pokemon, Jordan did his best to continue struggling. He wrapped his paws around the bottle and tried to yank it out, but quickly found that he couldn’t get his hands off the bottle either! And all the while he was obediently swallowing more milk down. It took him a moment to notice that with each gulp he was losing a large number of inches off his height. This only caused him to panic more as he could only wonder what on earth was happening to him. His clothes quickly outsized him, hiding just how transformed his shrinking stature was becoming as they wrapped around him like a blanket. Despite them greatly outsizing him, the kitten did his best to hold his clothes on. Yet with his paws stuck firmly on the bottle, there was nothing he could do to stop his shorts from falling off his flailing stubby legs and revealing his increasingly childish form.
10… 9… 8...
“Quit fussing dear! Don’t you want to be a good girl for mommy?” Mira cooed. Her child could be quite the fussy one, apparently! She’d surely calm down once she had her milk. The Kangaskhan seemed completely unaware of her friend’s plight, and indeed she was; all she could see was her darling little joey in her lap.
6… 5… 4...
Hearing this only spurred the panicked Jordan into struggling more. Alas, with only his legs unrestrained and his body growing smaller and weaker as his years ticked off, all he- although perhaps more she at this point- could do was kick the air helplessly. As soon as Mira’s new child was small enough, she returned the joey to the bench, though now much smaller and less furred than ‘she’ began. Jordan eagerly used this as an attempt to leap out, but all it took was one strong paw over her head to keep the new littlun in her pouch. And still, Jordan was suckling away at the bottle.
3… 2… ?
Finally the cursed bottle was empty, almost to the new feline-turned-joey’s confusion thanks to her simpler thought process. Despite the emptiness, she was still suckling away… much to her chagrin. This was so embarrassing! Her eyes watered to the brim and she whined helplessly, she looked up at her old friend as if pleading, unable to say anything around the bottle. Yet her “mother” simply smiled down at her.
“There, there.” She said in an effort to comfort her child, yet it only worried Jordan further. She felt exhausted after the transformation and her shirt was still wrapped around her like a blanket. Finally the nub of the bottle left her lips as she yawned loudly.
As her shining example of a mother pet her tired head gently, Jordan began to drift off to sleep, nestled in her pouch. Plenty of worries filled the new child-like mind of the joey as she could hardly keep her eyes open any longer. “Is this what I’m going to be from now on? Am I going to have to grow up again? I’m so small…” she thought to herself.
But she couldn’t think clearly and her immature mind couldn’t even imagine how she was going to fix something like THIS. The last thing she saw was the bus as it finally came into view to pick up not two young adults returning from a hike, but a hard-working mother and her tired daughter.
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