Time to train some Pokémon!

The Pokémon Professor fiddled with Jack's phone, before handing it back to him open in a Pokédex app. "Oh wow, you guys really committed to the theme, here," Jack marvelled, as he swiped through its tabs.

The old man chuckled, a little embarrassed, "Yeah, it's a silly project that got out of hand... wait, go back one, that's the tab you want, My Pokémon." Jack swiped back, seeing just one ball registered. "Yep, that should be you mostly set up. So, you really want my advice?"

Jack smiled nervously. "Well, look, you're one of the guys who invented this, you know what you're doing, I'd be dumb not to at least hear you out, right?"

The Professor nodded graciously. "Fair. So Disobedient Pokemon get Abilities and Moves slower, so we just need to train her Loyalty up and she'll be easier to train up, so you don't embarrass yourself. Go on, let her out of her Ball."

Jack looked nervous, pressing the release and a white flash of light coalescing into the naked form of Mandip Gill, blinking under the sudden assailing of her eyes with harsh strip lighting. She squealed, moving to cover her breasts and her shaved pussy. She whirled between the pervy-looking old man and the nerd that... "You!" she pointed furiously at Jack. "You did something!"

"Uh, well..." Jack stammered, unsure how to come off well in explaining this. He held up his Poké Ball. "I kind of caught you in this and now you're sort of like a Pokémon...?" He shrugged sheepishly.

The Professor rolled his eyes. "Now, Jack, if you squeeze the Poké Ball in her presence, it'll soothe her, make her more amenable."

Mandip looked disgusted. "Make me more amenable to what? You've captured me, stripped me off, and want to make m- oooh!" She was cut off mid-rant by a warm fuzzy feeling as Jack squeezed the ball. "'s nice..." At the professor's coaxing, Jack rushed over, awkwardly slipping an arm around Mandip's lower back, his clammy nerd flesh cool and damp against her bare brown skin. She went to struggle, to shove him off, but he squeezed the Ball again and her knees felt weak and gooey. "Well... 's not bad to cuddle..."

"Now, don't overdo it, if you do it more than a few times an hour you risk permanent damage, it's why it's better to get them well-trained."

Jack wasn't really listening, looking down at Mandip's **** wide eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, I feel kind of bad about doing this, but it's happened, so maybe we can try to get along? Does that sound good?"

Mandip's breath caught in her throat, she was coming down from the pleasurable high that her Poké Ball had given her. She reluctantly nodded. "I... I suppose so." Her voice sounded more husky and sultry than she'd intended.

The Professor tutted impatiently. "Look, when you two are done, I think I've got a training regimen that'd suit Mandip's attributes..."

The next day was slightly humiliating to Mandip, to say the least. The creepy old guy had given some spiel about modifying her behaviour, and then offered her food! It'd be dumb to take it, but... well, she was starving and Jack had convinced her to eat it.

The Professor handed Jack what looked like a dog bowl. "Now, food preferences and the stats that come from them vary by type. As Mandip is Asian-type, she really loves rice and it boosts her Power stat."

Mandip's jaw dropped. "Because I'm Asian I love rice? What the fuck is this racist bullshit?" Jack came over with the bowl, and she only got angrier. "And in a dog bowl? A fucking dog bowl?"

The Professor angrily yelled. "Missy, you need to understand your new predicament, it's not healthy to resist it like this!"

Jack got in between the two, soothing Mandip, stroking the side of her face. On some level she knew that it was part of her digital conversion to be prone to liking the one who'd caught her. But it didn't matter, she managed a glum little smile. "Look, I know this is hard, but maybe it won't be so bad to, you know, try eating like a Pokémon."

Mandip turned her gaze away. "OK... but he has to leave the room." Jack turned out to be right, it wasn't so bad, sitting on the floor with her trainer stroking her hair, picking up rice balls soaked in curry sauce out of the dog bowl and popping them into her mouth whole.

The other activities were no less weird. Mandip had been made to run an **** course, where Jack had intervened to stop the Professor berating her for complaining about how sore it was to do all this running without a bra. She'd been made to practice her 'Pokémon moves' against a training dummy, Jack soothing her that it was fine that her moves were really basic Mundane-type moves, she was just low level. All of this was mildly orchestrated by the Professor, who'd recognised a dynamic that would leave Mandip really needing her trainer to be protective of her.

Eventually they ended up with Mandip nude in a chair, diodes attached to her forehead, as they looked at her stat screen. The Professor hemmed and hawed. "Well, looks like it worked, we can change Mandip's Nature to Clingy!"

Lacking self-awareness for a second, Mandip frantically took Jack's hand. "What does that even mean? You wouldn't let him hurt me, would you?"

"Of course not, cutie," Jack kissed the top of her head, and gestured to the Professor to OK it. A dialogue box popped up simultaneously on the computer screen and on Jack's Pokédex app.

"Mandip Gill's Nature has changed to Clingy! Mandip Gill gained 500EXP! Mandip Gill grew to level 10!"

"See, it didn't hurt you! Look how well you did!" Anyone else being that patronising would have been told to fuck off, but coming from her trainer, Mandip felt dizzy. The data that made up her being told her, on a fundamental level, to cling to Jack, that he was her everything. A good Pokémon to be trained.

"Stats increased to HP 28 Power 18 Tough 16 Sex Appeal 19 Willpower 13 Quickness 14!
Ability Slot Unlocked!
Mandip Gill learned Flaunt!"

Mandip felt oddly strong and powerful, something welling up within her. Pokémon loved to be well-trained, and she was a Pokémon now, so... She exhaled as another dialogue popped up. "OK, so her Ability is..."

Jack exhaled, "That's... oh wow, she's not going to like that."

Mandip craned her neck to try and see past the two men to the screen.