She is a true Pokémon Professor

Mommy manages to convince the school that Ash’s harassment led to me needing to wear the Lopunny suit in order to go to school. Not technically true as it’s really a matter of it feeling so much better and more liberating to wear it. But… there might be a teeny tiny bit of truth to the idea that he pushed me over the edge by reminding me that some people actually are as scary to deal with as my mind insists most everyone is. Just a bit of truth though. A little bitty bit. I’m a big girl who’s not afraid of monsters!

Speaking of, Ash wasn’t expelled or anything, since he didn’t technically do anything wrong as far as the school knew beyond being a bit creepy. Still, creepy enough to make a fellow student retreat into a giant trademarked brown bunny costume is a noteworthy level of creepiness. So they changed his schedule so we wouldn’t have any more classes together. He was also warned not to approach or try to talk to me. Since they didn’t know about him following me home, I should be happy it went that far. But knowing he’s willing to stalk someone home makes me feel a little icky that nothing else will happen to him.

But that’s not what I’m concerned about right now. I’m at home in my Eevee onesie. It’s been a week since I’ve started to go to school every day as Lopunny. And now Mommy has taken my mask into her studio and locked the door while she makes more changes. Why? It’s perfect already! What if she breaks it? I pace nervously outside the door, feeling like a new father **** into the waiting room wondering if his wife and baby will be fine through the child birth. Please let Lopunny be okay… is that a power drill I hear?! My legs give in and I collapse to my knees on the floor in despair, my imagination becoming filled with images of Lopunny slowly closing her eyes for the last time. Don’t walk towards the light!

Finally, Mommy opens the door and presents… the same helmet. Nothings changed that I can see. “Is she okay? What was that noise?” I stand up and peer closer at the helmet trying to see any differences as Mommy laughs away my concerns.

“I just needed to make some adjustments. A lot of the work I did earlier without the helmet. I’m really happy we changed to a more modular design so I can work on parts separately and just install them after I’m done. I’ve changed two things. Can you guess what?” She’s smiling down at my worried face. What do you think I’m trying to do! I look closer but see nothing. Wait… did the eyes look like that before? No, they look the same. But did they move before? It’s not much, but when I pick up the helmet the eyes move just a tiny fraction. Did she need a drill to loosen the eyeballs? No, that makes no sense. And even if I’m right and she did do something to the eyes, she said two things. What’s the other?

“No, what’s different?” I give up with a pout, **** to know what she changed.

“Well first I changed out the eyes. The old ones were a separate piece inset into the helmet to give it a sense of depth, and hide the mechanism to make it blink. These new eyes take advantage of a feature the VR headset the whole thing is built around already has, but we weren’t taking advantage of.” She pauses to milk my suspense. Doesn’t she know she’s playing with my very existence? Please get on with it Mommy! “Eye trackers!”

Huh? “The headset tracks the movement of your eyes with tiny cameras inside. This data is meant to be used with in-game avatars so they can move the eyes correctly, but obviously we weren’t doing that. Until now. Some genius saw the video my friend edited of you and suggested the eyes could be replaced with these plastic animatronic ones. He even posted a link to a tutorial on how to make them. It’s been some trial and error making them the right size and shape for your helmet, the last three were wrong, but I finally got the math right and now we just need to double check the included programming by doing some calibrations. So, do you want to wear it and stare at some things so I can make sure the eyes are working right?” Do I want to wear the helmet? What mad question is that? Her seductive and playful smile tells me she knows my answer.

“Yes Mommy!” Luckily I’m wearing my Eevee pajamas. Since I don’t wear regular clothes to school anymore I am pretty much always in either the tight Lopunny body suit or the looser Pokémon pajama onesies. And the Eevee one is a similar brown to Lopunny so it works. Nonetheless Mommy stops me. “Go change into the right suit.” I pout at her, but I know my suit is in the dryer right now and will feel amazing to put on while it’s still warm from the dryer.

I come back to her, wearing my deliciously warm Lopunny suit and ready to try out her newest change. I eagerly slip my head inside and she helps to strap me in while the helmet is still connected to her computer. She turns it on and waits a moment for everything to finish loading. As my screen brightens and reveals her, I naturally turn my head. “No baby, don’t look at me with your head. Try and look at me with your eyes only so we can test the eye tracking.” I do my best to hold my head still, and just look at her with my eyes.

She smiles at me, and then walks across my field of vision. I follow her as she goes, and see her smile turn into a frown. “The motors are over reacting to your eyes. Give me a second.” She hops on to her computer and makes a few changes. She already has the program she needs to edit open, so it doesn’t take long for her to do… whatever it is she’s doing. I’m not a programmer, I’m a Lopunny.

We repeat this process five more times, including some for me to look up and down. I’m getting kind of tired just waiting for Mommy to fix her program. I can’t see my face, does it really matter if my eyes look at things correctly? Finally Mommy is satisfied with the results. She brings me in front of her large mirror, and I look at myself. And I see myself. I see myself seeing myself. I turn my head to the right, but my eyes stay on me. I close one eye, and I see my Lopunny face close one eye. I don’t just look like Lopunny as a still image, I look like a living breathing Lopunny in motion. Happy Lopunny sound, I will never doubt you again Mommy! I’m almost surprised when I don’t see my Lopunny face in the mirror open its mouth with my happy cry… what is that?

I reach up and feel my Lopunny mouth. It’s subtle and low on the face, so I didn’t notice it before. A section on the mouth has been replaced with some kind of rubbery substance. It’s pretty soft though, silicone? I run my hands over it. It’s the same color as my mouth and the surrounding fur so it blends in pretty well, but it has no fur itself. Is that a seam? No, I can push my finger in and the soft silicone gives way. I push my finger in deeper until it passes through the barrier entirely and… suddenly I feel something prod my tongue.

Mommy chucks at me. “I see you’ve found the second thing I added. That one’s really more for my enjoyment, but… do you want to test it out now?” Your enjoyment? Mommy, you forget how happy I am to be trained by such a wonderful Pokémon Professor. Happy Lopunny sound!

Mommy laughs at my eagerness, and pulls me by my fluffy paws back over to her desk chair. She sits down and I slide to my knees between her legs. She undoes her belt on her khaki pants and pulls out her dick… no, my carrot. The special treat my trainer has just for me. She puts her hand to my cheek, and I can almost feel its warmth. I can’t really, the cheek isn’t really my cheek. But my brain refuses to acknowledge the disconnect. Her hand is warm on my cheek. My special treat is right in front of my nose. I nuzzle it gently and try to give it a lick, but my short tongue can’t reach outside of my long mouth.

Mommy takes me firmly by the head and guides her cock to my (new) lips. She looks down at me. “So you want to be Mommy’s Pokémon? Do you want Mommy to train you?” Yes yes yes! Happy Lopunny sound! Mommy shakes my head a little in apparent frustration. “I’m not trying to talk dirty. You’re always doing this. Being so cute and ****. Flaunting yourself in front of me until I can’t stand it anymore.” Mommy sounds mad at me. I don’t understand, we were having a good time. I wait patiently on my knees, my head still held captive by her with her cock on my lips.

“You, you need help. It’s not normal to act this way. To dress up like a Pokémon rather than face reality. I called your parents, acting as a concerned teacher. I didn’t ask them directly, but I learned they have plenty of money to pay for an apartment if you had asked them. So why did I find you homeless in a parking lot?” It’s clearly a rhetorical question. I literally can’t answer. But I don’t like where this monologue is going. Sad Lopunny sound.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m the adult. I should be responsible and get you the help you need. The faculty discussed getting mental health professionals for you today. You should see some help. This isn’t normal. But I convinced them to just make one available if you want, instead of asking you to go. They should make the offer tomorrow. And you should accept it. It would be good for you. But… don’t.” Mommy has sounded ready to cry for a bit now, but suddenly her voice hardens with resolve. “I know I’m being selfish. I won’t blame you or hold it against you if you disobey. But don’t. Everything about you is adorable, but the way you shy away from the rest of the world, the way you mentally detach and hide yourself, and the way that all of this works to make you more mine… I know you are scared to be a person in the real world. I will happily enable you to be a Pokémon instead. My Pokémon. So I’m going to ask you again. Do you want me to train you?”

Happy Lopunny sound. I know I should think about it more. Everything she said about me running away from the real world is definitely true. The same with it being much healthier to try and get help to grow and be a healthier person. But I’m a Pokémon, not a person. I’m not sure when I stopped being a person exactly, but her speech helped me understand that I wasn’t one anymore. Happy Lopunny sound, train me Mommy!

She smiles down at me, secure in the knowledge that I will always obey my trainer. “Good girl.” She finally pushes her cock past my lips and onto my eager tongue. I do my best to lick her all over, but my new mouth leaves little room for both her cock and my tongue, so I mostly just massage her underside. I scoot my butt back a little so I can get off my knees vertically and lean forward more into a hands and knees position, giving Mommy easier access to my throat.

Mommy takes full and immediate advantage of the access, pulling my head forward until her cock slides right past my uvula and into my eager throat. Of course, with my new longer mouth she can’t get as deep into my throat, but my new lips also form a perfect seal around her cock. I am sure she will love to use my mouth from now on, and if not she can always add more features, turning my mouth into her own custom cock sucking toy. While the thought is hot, I desperately begin to suck and lick as best I can to please Mommy with what I have now.

I don’t know if it’s because of the emotional weight of her admission to wanting me to not be emotionally mature and healthy, or the sight of my Lopunny face sucking her cock while maintaining eye contact, or the feeling of my new mouth. Whatever the cause Mommy climaxes far quicker than normal, grabbing my head and pulling out of my throat so I have **** but to taste every last drop before I swallow it down.

She pants heavily as she looks down on me. She has finished her last pulse, but the sticky treat has clogged my throat a little and I am still trying to swallow it all while gently licking her softening cock.

“… I think you need a few more rules.”

I slide her cock from my new mouth, Happy Lopunny sound. I love rules.