POV Shift: Amber

Your consciousness slowly returns to you, the ceiling of Pokémon Tower gradually coming into focus; you're lying on your back, staring up at the old chandelier that provides the only light in the room. The purple fog that had been obscuring your vision seems to have disappeared, and you hurriedly jump to your feet, rushing towards the basement staircase to rescue Misty from Miguel's clutches... At least, that's what you want to do. But in spite of your desires your body continues to lie there, limp and unmoving, staring up at the ceiling. Shit! Shit shit shit… You remember how the gas had stopped you from moving earlier, and realise that its effects must still be in play. Your brain screams for your body to move, but your arms and legs refuse to listen, as if the connections in the nerve endings have all been severed. You try to yell for help, but your mouth isn't working either; all you can do is think and blink your eyes. Panic surges through you as you realise that this must be what happened to Fuji's granddaughter and the others; are you also doomed to be stuck in this tower, frozen-but-conscious for all eternity?

What happens next is somehow even more horrifying. Your body suddenly does move, but independently of your commands, standing up slowly and surveying your surroundings before walking, not to the basement staircase, but towards a wall at the edge of the room. This feeling, of being a passenger in your own body, is the most terrifying thing you've ever experienced, and all your brain wants you to do is scream and run away from here, but your body isn't listening; instead you make it to the wall and lean back against it, almost casually. Your arms and hands then start to move as well, taking your hat off your head and throwing it to the floor before moving down towards your tank top. What the fuck?! you scream internally as 'you' pull the shirt over your head, throwing it to the ground next to your hat before going behind your back to undo your bra strap. You feel the chilly air of the dank room on your bare skin, feel your breasts bouncing as they are released from their constraints, somehow able to experience the sensations your body is experiencing while being completely unable to dictate what it does.

This bizarre sensual experience is taken to a whole new level as your hands start to fondle your tits, having free access to them with your bra and top now out of the way. You can feel the sexual electricity running through your body as your soft breasts are squeezed and manipulated, hearing a low moan escape your lips as your nipples are pinched between two fingers that are simultaneously your own and not your own. What the hell is happening to me?! You continue to desperately try to command your body to stop, to put your clothes back, to go and find Misty and run away from this tower and never come back, but it's a futile effort, your hands instead continuing to play with your boobs with increasing intensity. As your fingers tweak your nipples you involuntarily moan once again, feeling your arousal build and your panties starting to get wet. Whatever external **** is controlling your body seems to be aware of this as well, and your hands move to undo your belt before pulling off the damp underwear along with your shorts. As your legs step out of the garments, your left hand returns to groping at your tit, while your right hand moves to your crotch, running a finger slowly along your wet slit.

"Aaahhnn~!" The gasp of pleasure leaves your mouth, once again with no prompting from your brain. Shit, why does this feel so good?! you think, as 'your' hand starts to rub up and down the entrance to your pussy, drawing out more and more juices as your mind struggles to think about anything besides the arousing sensations your body is experiencing. Your hand moves up to your mouth and your tongue flicks out, licking some of your pussy juice off of your fingers. You can taste the sweetness in your mouth, feel your tongue swirl the liquid around before swallowing it, but still have no control over your body's actions; all you have is your thoughts and your senses.

Said senses are promptly overwhelmed as three fingers are shoved inside your cunt. "Fuuuuuuck~!" you moan, while thinking the exact same thing; at least that's one instance of your body and mind being in sync. Your fingers start pumping in and out of your snatch at a steady pace, while your other hand moves down from your breasts to play with your clit. Fuck... no, why is this so fucking good...?! The terror of your bizarre situation is rapidly being drowned out by the undeniable pleasure you're experiencing. The lack of control you have over your hands makes it feel like someone else is fingering you, and yet they're still your hands; they still know exactly where your good spots are and the perfect rhythm for getting you off. The pace of your fingerblasting increases as your body sinks down the wall until you're in a seated position, your fingers still pistoning in and out of your pussy against your will. Your mind, the only thing you still have control over, is rapidly becoming foggy; thinking is so difficult, while enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from your loins is so easy.

Your fingers reach maximum speed, while your clit is pinched between the thumb and forefinger of your left hand, sending you over the edge. "Aaaaah... AAAAH FUUUUCK~!!" your mouth screams out as you reach completion, your cunt squirting juices all over 'your' fingers as it clamps down around them. All thoughts of the horror of losing control of your body, of the haunted tower you're in, of concern for Misty, are banished from your mind as you succumb to orgasmic bliss; it's unlikely you'd have any ability to direct your body right now anyway, as all it wants to do is tremble in ecstasy as you ride the waves of your climax for as long as you possibly can.

After what feels like forever, you slowly start to come down from your high, your thought processes returning to you as your body continues to sit slumped against the wall, panting for breath. Maybe... maybe I'm free now? Maybe whatever this thing is just wanted me to cum for whatever reason, and now it's going to let me go? You try to move, to get up from where you're sitting, but it's no good; your body still isn't listening to you. Fuck... how the hell do I get out of this? What the hell is even going- whoa, what?! Your thoughts are cut off by the sudden reappearance of the purple gas from before, the substance that had seemingly put you in this position in the first place. However, it's not a big cloud that surrounds you this time, rather a thin trail of vapours that... seem to be floating around your crotch, just above your vulva. The hell?! The translucent smoke shifts and expands, making a vaguely cylindrical shape that seems to almost be attached to your body. And then the gas disappears, as quickly as it had appeared. What the fuck? And then you realise what the gas has left behind. WHAT THE FUCK?!

Where the gas had been, attached to your body just above your pussy, is a thick, flaccid cock. Its colour matches that of the rest of your skin, as if it had always been there, always been part of your body. You can feel the air of the room on it, and, as your possessed hand moves down to touch it, you can feel the sensation of it being gripped, feel it stir, feel it start to get hard. It's real... it's part of you. What... what... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

(Author's note: Got a few free days coming up so hopefully will be able to get a few chapters done (no guarantees obviously). I know futa, transformation, possession etc. isn't everyone's thing but it's all stuff I enjoy and I've had this section planned out since I started the story. Not to worry, though, this is all temporary and we'll get normal Amber back soon (on the main route anyway, no promises on not writing alt routes around this concept lol). Hope to see you soon for the next chapter!)