It's Not Your Decision

You stare in wide-eyed horror as your hand methodically starts to stroke the shaft of your cock, the sensations you're feeling completely alien to you but undeniably pleasurable. Is this how men feel when they touch themselves? you wonder as the obscene member that's attached to you stiffens and grows in your hand, each slow stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that's in some ways similar to how you feel when you touch your pussy, but oh so different at the same time. How is this happening to me?! How is this even POSSIBLE?! You remember Mr. Fuji's story about the tower's ghost pokémon having once had enough strength to take over Lavender Town, and reflect on how the purple gas that had seemingly caused this looked similar to pokémon like Gastly and Haunter that you've seen in televised battles, but quickly put the thought out of your mind; making girls grow dicks and possessing humans to masturbate seemed way beyond something a ghost pokémon would be capable of or interested in. Your mind then flashes back to Misty being grabbed by Miguel, and you grimace, or at least you would if you had control of your mouth. Team Rocket... this does seem like some experiment they'd run, doesn't it?

You're snapped out of your thoughts by your hand speeding up its stroking of your cock, forming a fist around the shaft and pumping up and down the unnatural phallus while gripping it tightly. "Aaaah~!" you gasp as your dick starts to get even harder, growing even more in size as it sends yet more unfamiliar pleasure signals to your brain. You stare at it, appalled but captivated; it's at what you assume to be full mast now, and it's massive; just as long as Blue's and possibly even Bruno's, with a thickness to match. Fuck... Your possessed hand keeps working the shaft, the pussy juices on your fingers from your earlier orgasm serving as lubricant and ensuring the experience is as pleasurable as possible. Your body stretches out, lying down face-up on the tower floor as you continue to jerk off against your will, with a cock that shouldn't exist. This is impossible... fuck, but it feels so good... Fighting against the pleasure, you try to stop, telling your body and to get up and run for help or something, but your body refuses to listen as usual, instead continuing to work your ridiculously huge shaft.

Your pussy, still very much there despite the addition of your new male sex organ, is starting to leak juices onto the tower floor. Your supernaturally-created dick is clearly connected to the whole rest of your body, and the sensations of it being stroked are causing your cunt to burn with arousal, desperately wanting to be filled once again. You assume that's what's going to happen as your free hand moves down towards your crotch, and are surprised when instead it brushes 'your' fingertips against the tip of your cock. "Ffffuuuuuck~!" you squeal, the sensitivity of your penis tip overwhelming you with pleasure as pre-cum leaks out from it onto your fingers while your other hand continues to jerk up and down your shaft. How the fuck do guys cope with having these things rubbing against their underwear all the time?! Wait a sec, pre-cum? I don't have balls, how can that- Your thoughts are cut off by your hand moving up to your mouth and your tongue licking the pre-cum off your fingers, allowing you to experience the salty taste. Ugh... it sure tastes like pre-cum...

You figure you should stop looking for logic in this insane situation, and instead look for a way out, but that's incredibly difficult to do when you have no control of your modified body and your brain is becoming increasingly flooded with carnal lust, which is added to even more when your free hand does move down to your pussy and slide three fingers inside before thrusting them in and out at a fast pace, your other hand continuing to pump your dick just as rapidly. "Aaaaahhh...!" you moan, the impossible sensation of experiencing both male and female pleasure simultaneously coming close to completely melting your brain. Fuck, no... I'll get addicted to this if I don't stop... You make one last **** attempt to get your body back under control, to rip your hands away from your genitalia both natural and otherwise, but it's no good. Your body doesn't listen, and a big part of your brain doesn't want it to, the idea of lying here and continuing to experience pleasure beyond human comprehension being just too tempting to ignore. The next couple of minutes are a blur, your body and mind fully submitting to their most base desires until finally...

Shit, I'm so close... "Fuck!" you moan, your brain and your body suddenly fully in-sync. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum from my diiiiiiiick~~~!!!" Your pussy and your cock both explode with pleasure at the same time as you reach a double-orgasm that's quite literally mind-blowing, your cunt squirting juices onto your hand once again while your impossibly big, impossibly real cock shoots rope after rope of hot cum straight up into the air, landing on your belly. Your climax seems to simultaneously go on forever and no time at all, and your hands rest on your sticky belly as you slowly come down from the single most pleasurable-yet-horrifying experience of your life, sweating and panting for breath. Your thoughts of rescuing Misty, of getting out of here, of getting back control of your body... they're not gone, exactly, but they're very much at the back of your mind now, suppressed by a want, no, a need to experience yet more pleasure. Your body slowly gets up off the ground, and starts to walk on shaky legs, your now flaccid penis flopping around a little as you move around. You walk to the staircases at the end of the room, and you think of Misty, wondering if you're going to go down into the basement to rescue her from Miguel and claim her tight, athletic body with your new cock. However, the **** controlling your body clearly has another idea, a better idea, and starts heading up the stairs instead.

The top floor... You don't know how you know, but you do. I need to get to the top floor...