Rx: Rocket Ecstasy

You feel a tingling sensation in your crotch. “What was that?” you ask again confused on what Ashley just slipped all of you.

Daisy turns to you, pulling her fingers from her mouth unable to get herself to throw up the pill. “Rx. I told you Team Rocket were bad guys, Rocket Ecstasy is their premier specialty ****. It started as a SilphCo **** for men, it gives them crazy sexual endurance and semen production resulting in marathon sessions of large ejaculations. But when the effects on women were discovered SilphCo was **** to recall the product, and before long it was back this time on the black market under the new name Rocket Ecstasy.”

“The effects on women?” you ask nervously rubbing at the burning sensation in your groin.

Daisy starts rubbing the sides of her boobs, “It had a variety of really strange side effects on women. There were reports of women having chains of orgasms that would drive them crazy, others growing extra breasts for a while, or even irresistible urges to perform various sexual deeds and so many other side effects. Luckily the side effects dissipate as the **** wears off. The extra breasts receding. The chain of orgasms stopping, but the effect of that many orgasms would leave their mark on the psyche, just like regaining control after the **** **** you into screwing every guy in eyesight.”

You gulp wondering what kind of effect the Rx will have on you. Looking over to Jack, you see her kneeling on the ground not moving at all. “Are you okay?” you ask the redhead.

She slowly looks up to you, letting out a whimper, “I, mmm, can’t move. Everything is so sensitive. Aaaahh, I came from my shirt rubbing against my arm.”

“Daisy, we need to get Jack back to the room,” you say, before realizing Daisy is facing her own problem. Her breasts visibly larger, her shirt straining not to rip at the seams. “Okay we need to get both of you back to the room.”

“Yea, that sounds like a good idea,” Daisy grimaces, rubbing her growing chest. She grabs a collapsible canister from her bag, unfolding a bicycle. “Jack doesn’t look in walking condition, so she can sit while we push back to the room.”

You help Jack to her feet, her legs quivering from the Rx side effects. Her moans bouncing off the walls of the buildings making up the alley. You and Daisy have a hard time keeping the bike steady, Jack shaking and trembling with every bump in the road. You’re helping Jack off the bike when you feel your phone buzz. Hopefully, it is telling you that you’re done for the day, but unfortunately it’s not you’re being called back to the grounds for another battle.

“Go, I’ve got her,” Daisy says, her shirt is ripped in a few spots as it stretched to accommodate her rapidly growing bust. You also notice growing wet spots around her nipples. You stop yourself as you’re about to kiss Jack, realizing that it wouldn’t be good for her. Instead you just blow her a kiss before turning to run towards the battle grounds.

While you run through the streets, you start thinking about how crazy all of this is. Daisy’s sister is a member of Team Rocket? You’re worried about Daisy and Jack, but at least you managed to get them back to the pokecenter. How is Daisy going to handle all of this? You remember her insistence on calling the cops about Black Jack.

You’re completely out of breath by the time you reach the battle spot. You step up, your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. “Amber of Pallet Town versus Kelly of Saffron City.” You look up to see the statuesque beauty that Douglas beat earlier. Her torn shirt tied in a bow to keep it closed, effectively concealing her breasts but leaving her midriff exposed. You almost feel bad about having to beat her, you know she already has 2 losses so if you win you’re going to knock her out of the tournament. But you’re not about to throw a battle for the benefit of a stranger, no matter how sexy she is.

You shift feeling an uncomfortable tightness in your pants. They must have ridden up while you ran to the battle grounds. You grab your pokeball throwing out Wartortle against her Kirlia. You look down since none of your repositioning seems to be solving your problem. You don’t believe your eyes when you see the outline. You touch the bulge, running down your leg. You had been so worried about Jack and Daisy, you didn’t stop to consider what effect the Rx might’ve had on you. It’s fairly obvious now, there’s a cock in your pants and you can feel it straining against your pants.