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An Accident in the Factory


Adam chuckled as he climbed through one of the window of the factory, moving as quietly as he could. For some reason, this factory had been keeping armed guards around the outside for the last month, but it seemed like they finally decided they weren’t needed anymore. Still, the front door was watched, so he had to come in through the window. All the trainers were curious about this place, but he was the only one that was willing to sneak into this place to find out why. Oh, wouldn’t they be jealous!

The young man closed the window quietly, walking down onto the darkened main floor. Several assembly lines were set up along the center, but what caught Adam’s interest were the little containers that were suspended over the conveyor belts of the lines. A little glow emanated from the top of each container, further fascinating him and making him wonder what could be hidden in those vats. It must be pretty darn good, if they were still guarding the place and keeping trainers out of the way. “I gotta check this out,” he muttered to himself.

As he walked over to the conveyor belts, he found a couple of consoles that seemed to run up to the vats above him. Eagerly, he pressed a few buttons, unsure what any of them would really do but too eager to find out what was up there to wait. One of the containers shifted away from the conveyor belt and held itself over him. Before Adam could think to move, the bottom of the vat opened up and the glowing stuff inside fell down, splattering over his head, shoulders, and generally everywhere on the upper half of his body. His shirt was soaked and flattened against his skin, and his shorts soon followed suit.

“Yuck!” he muttered, swiping at the slimy stuff. The blue goo ran along his skin, some bits of it dripping off of his fingers but most of it remaining stuck in place. No matter how much he rubbed at his arms and squeezed his shirt, the semi-solid material refused to move, refused to get off. “Man, this stuff is disgusting. What the heck would they be doing with stuff like this?”

Shaking his head a few times, Adam gave up trying to get the goop off of his body and looked around for any signs that might lead to a bathroom. Surely in a factory as big as this there would be someplace for the employees to take care of their needs?

Well, if there were, no signs were available to point his way to the location. Sitting down on the conveyor belt with a sigh, Adam reached up a hand to rub some of the goo out of his hair, so it didn’t drip into his eyes-

And froze in mid-reach. His eyes went wide as he looked at his arm, the small hairs that dotted his arm slowly thickening, growing darker as it covered his skin. The goo flowed over the thickening hair, covering it in a slimy but smooth sheathing of…something. It was almost like latex, but it slipped around between his fingers and was slick in a way that latex never really achieved on its own. The covering moved along his arm as fast as his eyes could follow it, reaching from his shoulder down to his fingers in less time than it took to think about it, the goo slipping from his fingers to his leg below, and beginning the process anew on that limb.

Frozen as he watched, Adam could only stare in mounting terror – and strange wonder – as his body changed. Even apart from the different coloration and covering for his arm that was spreading across his body, his arms and his legs – indeed, everything – was starting to change in shape too. The latex slime covering him squeezed and molded him as though he were made of play-doh, or clay, or something else that was malleable like that. His arms thickened towards the fist, and thinned as they made their way up his shoulder. Bigger looking muscles filled out his thighs, as well as his forearms, and little bumps, like the precursors of spikes, emerged from parts of his limbs.

Adam leaped to his feet as he felt the slime moving up over his neck, flowing under his chin and starting to rub over his face. “No, no!” he whimpered, trying to tug it off and failing. It just stretched further and further away until he let go of it before snapping back in place, and that was if he was able to get a grip in the first place. The stuff was really slippery, preventing his new, blunter, broader fingers from getting any sort of grip on it.

Something that had escaped his notice up until this point was that his clothes were being dissolved under the covering. Of course, one couldn’t see that through the goo, since he was looking…looking…

His eyes went wide as he looked down and saw that his lower body was in the shape of a Riolu, and so was his upper body. In fact, except for his face, he was a human sized version of that fighting type. Not that his face was going to last much longer, he realized as his glasses were knocked off of his face and fell to the ground. The goo moved fast, covering his mouth, nose, and everything but his eyes. It squeezed at him again, pulling and pushing and molding his face into the proper shape. He squirmed in the living suit of goo that covered him, looking for something, anything, that would let him see what was happening to him.

Through a series of maniacal flailing, he managed to force himself to look towards a nearby door with a bit of glass that was set into it. It wasn’t much, but it let him see his reflection to a degree, and what he saw froze him in shock.

He was getting smaller, the goo squeezing at his body, forcing it in on itself as he shrunk in both height and width. His head was stretched, as though invisible fingers were pulling and rubbing at the goo from outside, pulling his mouth and nose out into a muzzle and giving him the ear flaps of a Riolu. His arms, legs, and chest started taking on the colors of that Pokémon too, blue and darker colors covering him. He watched as the molding sensations continued, filling in the finer details and making sure that he was indistinguishable from the Pokémon itself.

Then the latex goo covered his eyes, and he was blinded and dropped into darkness.

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Some time later, he slowly started waking up. As he lifted a paw to rub at his head, he paused for a moment as he realized that it wasn’t a dream that he had gone through, not some weird….he might have said nightmare, but he wasn’t sure that he could call it that now.

Adam, or rather, the Riolu that had been Adam, stood up and looked himself over. He looked almost exactly like a Riolu, but his body was a little too shimmery, a little too slick to be a real one. He examined himself, wondering if he still kept his human characteristics, or size, anywhere, but before he could really pay too much attention, something came flying out of the darkness at him.

He looked up just in time to see that it was a poke'ball, and felt it hit him in the forehead. The red energy of the capture device surrounded him, and before he knew it, he was sucked into the ball.

Not sure if the story is mature or not, please let me know if I need to make this mature ^^