I pout, my gaze fixed on my feet, my expression a masterclass in fake disappointment. "Aww, okay, Misty. I won't say thanks again," I sulk, my voice heavy with drama, a hint of playful spite creeping in.
Misty exhales a sigh of relief, her tension easing as she thinks she's dodged a bullet. But I'm just getting started.
I mutter under my breath, loud enough for Misty to catch, "Maybe I should go thank Nurse Joy instead... and ask her why you're being so weird about it."
Misty's eyes flash with horror, her face flushing a deep shade of crimson as she grabs my forearms, holding me in place. "No, Ditto, don't!" she exclaims, her voice laced with panic.
I look up at her, feigning innocence, my eyes wide with curiosity. "Why not, Misty? I wanna learn," I say, my tone dripping with fake sincerity, a dash of mischief added for good measure.
Misty's grip on my arms tightens, her face set in a determined expression. "Just... trust me on this one, okay? Don't go and thank Nurse Joy... or anyone else, for that matter," she pleads, her voice soft but firm.
I nod, still looking puzzled, but Misty seems to relax a bit, thinking she's contained the situation.
I glance down at my crotch, my expression a mix of confusion and concern. "You know, Misty, since I gave you thanks earlier, something weird happened," I say, my tone innocent and curious.
Misty furrows her brow, looking at me in confusion. "What do you mean, Ditto?" she asks, her voice laced with caution.
"Well, my breathing pace seemed to have accelerated, and my heart was also beating a bit louder," I say, still looking puzzled, as if trying to solve a intricate puzzle. "At first, I thought it was because of a lack of air while giving thanks, but then there was something else too," I add, pointing towards the bulge in my pants, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Misty's eyes widen, and a wave of heat rushes through her cheeks as her gaze falls on the impressive, swollen, and very erect penis straining against my pants. Her mind stumbles, trying to make sense of the situation.
Panic seizes her, a cold sweat prickling her skin.
'No, no, no, this can't be happening! He's just a Ditto, a Pokémon for god's sake!' she repeats internally, trying to convince herself. But the overwhelming evidence stares back at her.
Panic jolts through her like a shockwave. She swallows hard, desperately trying to find a way out of this situation.
'Oh Arceus... What do I do?' she panics, her heart pounding like a drum solo, her voice trembling with desperation.
Images of those explicit videos she'd accidentally stumbled upon on PokéNet flash through her head. The sensual moans, the frantic movements, the women touching... The explicit details she'd tried to forget, now assault her with terrifying clarity.
How was this even possible? Ditto was a Pokémon, a creature of pure innocence... or so she had thought.
She had to think, she had to do something. But what?
She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Uh, it's... it's just... normal, Ditto," she says, her mind still racing, her face a deep shade of crimson.
I furrow my brow, still looking mystified. "Normal? But it's... it's hurting," I whine, exaggerating my discomfort, trying to look as pitiful as possible.
Misty's expression softens, despite her embarrassment. "Maybe if you turn back into your Ditto form, it'll... uh, go away," she suggests, her voice laced with hope, a hint of desperation creeping in.
I shake my head, my expression pitiful. "I don't think I can, Misty. It's... it's not letting me," I say, my tone dramatic.
Misty's eyes dart around the alleyway, anywhere but at the impressive, pulsing penis now straining against my pants.
Her mind was in a controversial dilemma. Should I touch it? No, that would be weird. I heard it doesn't go down without doing that... But it's a Ditto, it's not like it's a human. But it looks like a human. Oh no, this is so confusing.
"Maybe we should go back to Nurse Joy, she might be able to help," she suggests, her voice trembling with desperation.
I nod, still wincing in fake pain. "Yeah, maybe she can help. But... but it's getting bigger," I say, my eyes fixated on the thick, veiny length of my erection, my voice laced with fake concern.
"I don't think I would be able to move much like this... "
As I say this, I subtly flex my muscles, making my already impressive erection grow even larger.
Just gotta take care not to burst it... That would be some nightmare fuel *shiver*
The zipper of my pants starts to strain, and with a sudden ripping sound, my pants split open, revealing the large, swollen, and pulsating length of my erection pointing right at Misty's startled face. The head of my cock was an angry shade of red, glistening with the wetness of pre-cum.
Misty's eyes freeze, her brain stuttering as she takes in the sight before her. Her face turns a deep shade of crimson, her mouth agape in shock. She looks like she's about to faint, her eyes glued to the offending article as if it's the most frightening thing she's ever seen.
I double over, clutching my crotch in mock agony. "Aaah, Misty, it hurts a bit... What's happening to me? What is this long and hard thing?" I whine, my voice mixed with fake desperation.
Rushing the moment is the key.
Misty's eyes dart around, her face a picture of panic. "I-I don't know, Ditto! J-just... just stay calm, okay?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on my peeking penis.
I look up at her, my expression pleading. "But you're a human, Misty! You must know what's happening to me, right?" I ask with innocent curiosity and panic.
Misty's eyes too flash with panic as she realizes the implications. She never thought she'd have to explain those things to a Ditto-turned-human. Especially not one who was currently aroused
No, she can't do that... but the other option was *gulp*
Misty's eyes dart around, her face a picture of panic. Touch it, don't touch it. It's a Ditto, it's not a human. But it looks like a human. I can't just leave it like this. Oh no, what do I do
"D-Ditto, s-stay still. I w-will t-try to do something," she says with bated breath, her cheeks reddening even further, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Oh no, it's getting worse!" I whine, clutching my crotch in mock agony, trying to look as pitiful as possible.
Misty's face is still bright red, "J-just s-stay still, Ditto," she stammers, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on my pulsing erection.
I nodded, still making puppy-dog eyes at her. "Okay, Misty, but you have to help me?" I ask, trying to sound innocent and clueless.
Misty's eyes snap back to mine, and for a moment, I think I saw a flicker of hesitation in them. But then, her expression firms up, and she takes a deep breath. "Y-yes, I'll try to help you," she says, her voice steady, but her hands shaking slightly as she reaches out.
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