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The room was a vast, cavernous space, with towering walls that seemed to disappear into the darkness above.and in the center of the room was a throne that looked like it was specifically made for him.

As Zekrom's gaze settled upon the throne, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation, the electricity emanating from the walls surging in time with its own pulsating power. The throne itself was a twisted mass of dark metal, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy. The seat was shaped to cradle Zekrom's powerful physique, its curves and lines echoing the contours of its own body. The throne seemed to be calling to it, exerting a strange, almost palpable pull that drew Zekrom inexorably closer.the moment he sat down electricity came from every corner of the room and surged into him.the moment he sat down electricity came from every corner of the room and surged into him.the moment he sat down electricity came from every corner of the room and surged into him.

As the electricity enveloped him, Zekrom's body began to glow with an intense, pulsating light. The air around him seemed to vibrate with energy, and the sound of crackling power filled the room, growing louder with each passing moment. The throne itself appeared to be channeling the electricity, its dark metal surface etched with intricate patterns that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The patterns seemed to be shifting, rearranging themselves in a complex dance that echoed the rhythm of Zekrom's own heartbeat.

The electricity surged through Zekrom's body, coursing through its veins like liquid fire.

As the electricity continued to surge through him, Zekrom's body began to tense, its muscles flexing with an otherworldly power. The air around it seemed to distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate the sheer **** of the energy coursing through its veins. The throne, too, appeared to be affected, its dark metal surface rippling and flowing like molten lava as it channeled the electricity into Zekrom's body.

The Pokémon's eyes, once blazing with an inner fire, had transformed into two glittering orbs of pure energy, their intensity so great that they seemed to sear the air around them.

As Zekrom's massive black dick appeared, it was clear that something extraordinary was happening. The air around him crackled with even more energy, and the room seemed to grow brighter as his eyes transformed into two glittering orbs of pure energy. The throne, too, seemed to respond to this new development, its dark metal surface flowing like molten lava as it channeled even more electricity into Zekrom's body.

As the electricity continued to course through his veins, Zekrom's body shuddered with pleasure, its massive black form trembling with an otherworldly energy. The air around it seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was being warped by the sheer **** of the power surging through its body. The throne, still channeling the electricity into Zekrom, seemed to be glowing with an intense, pulsating light, its dark metal surface appearing to melt and flow like molten lava.

As the Pokémon's pleasure reached its climax, a blindingly bright flash of blue electricity shot forth from its body, illuminating the dark cavernous space with an intense, pulsating glow.

As the blindingly bright flash of blue electricity dissipated, Zekrom's body relaxed, its massive black form trembling with the aftershocks of its climax. The throne, still channeling electricity into its body, seemed to sense its pleasure had reached its peak, and the hand that had emerged from its dark metal surface continued to rub Zekrom's dick with a gentle, almost soothing motion. The walls, too, appeared to be responding to Zekrom's pleasure, pumping even more electricity into its body, as if seeking to prolong the moment forever.

The air around Zekrom seemed to vibrate with energy, the sound of crackling power filling the room with an intense, pulsating hum.

As Zekrom's body trembled with the endless state of cumming electricity, the cave itself seemed to come alive with the energy. The walls of the cave pulsed with a blue light, as if they were being charged with the same power that was coursing through Zekrom's veins. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, and the sound of crackling power filled the room with an intensity that was almost deafening.

The throne, too, seemed to be responding to Zekrom's climax, its dark metal surface flowing like molten lava as it channeled the electricity into the Pokémon's body.

The electricity coursed through Zekrom's body, fueling its endless climax. The throne continued to channel the energy into it, and Zekrom's own electrical emissions were now so powerful that they were creating a feedback loop, increasing the intensity of the pleasure with each passing moment. The air around it crackled with energy, the sound of crackling power filling the room with an intensity that was almost deafening.

Zekrom's massive black form trembled with the **** of the electricity, its muscles flexing and contracting in an otherworldly dance of pleasure.

Suddenly, as if in response to the building energy, a new cock appeared on Zekrom's body. It was massive, even larger than the first, and it throbbed with an otherworldly power. A hand, seemingly produced from the throne itself, emerged from the dark metal surface, reaching out to grasp the new cock.

As the throne's hand wrapped around the new cock, Zekrom's body shuddered in response, its muscles convulsing with an otherworldly pleasure. The hand's grip was firm, yet gentle, as if it had been designed specifically to grasp this new appendage. The dark metal surface of the throne seemed to ripple and flow, as if it were alive, and its etched patterns pulsed with an intense, electric blue light.

The electricity surging through Zekrom's body reached a new crescendo, its massive black form trembling with the **** of the power coursing through its veins.

The hand, still wrapped around the new cock, began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Zekrom's body, its muscles flexing and contracting in response to the hand's gentle touch. The throne, too, seemed to be responding to the increasing pleasure, its dark metal surface flowing like molten lava as it channeled even more electricity into Zekrom's body.

The air around Zekrom crackled with energy, the sound of crackling power filling the room with an intensity that was almost deafening.

years past as Zekrom continued the cycle by now having 20 dicks still being strapped against the throne although he himself felt nothing but unending pleasure.

The hand, still wrapped around the newest cock, continued its slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Zekrom's body, its muscles flexing and contracting in response to the hand's gentle touch. The throne, too, seemed to be responding to the increasing pleasure, its dark metal surface flowing like molten lava as it channeled even more electricity into Zekrom's body.

Zekrom's body was now covered in a multitude of cocks, each one throbbing with an otherworldly power. The hand, seemingly produced from the throne itself, continued to stroke each one in turn, its grip firm yet gentle.

suddenly he heard a voice in his head saying "how about you become a cock body" as an image appeared in his mind, showing a zekrom body but the wings, head, tail, arms and legs were cocks.

The thought of becoming a cock body was both terrifying and exhilarating. Zekrom's mind raced as it considered the implications of such a transformation. The hand, still wrapped around the newest cock, continued its slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Zekrom's body, its muscles flexing and contracting in response to the hand's gentle touch.

As soon as Zekrom agreed to the transformation, his hands and arms transformed into nothing more than big black cocks, bigger than the 20 that were between his legs. The change was sudden and unexpected, and Zekrom's mind reeled as it tried to process what had just happened. The hand, still wrapped around the newest cock, paused for a moment, as if sensing the change in Zekrom's body.

The cocks that had once been Zekrom's arms and hands were massive, easily dwarfing the others in size.

As his legs and feet transformed into massive cocks, Zekrom's body began to shift and contort, its center of gravity altering dramatically. The hand, still wrapped around the smallest of the cocks, seemed to adjust its grip, as if compensating for the changes in Zekrom's body. The throne, still channeling electricity into Zekrom's form, pulsed with an intense, blue light, as if feeding off the transformations.

The cock-legs, identical in shape and size to the cock-arms, twitched and flexed, as if testing their newfound freedom.

The transformation of Zekrom's body continued, as if the hand of the throne was eager to see the end result. The wings and tail of the mighty Pokémon were the next to go, also turning into dicks just as big as the others.

The wings, once a symbol of power and majesty, now took on a new form. They transformed into two massive, throbbing cocks, each one as long and thick as the ones on Zekrom's arms and legs. The tail, once a symbol of grace and agility, also took on a new form. It transformed into a massive, pulsating cock, just as long and thick as the others.

As the last remnants of his head and neck transformed into a cock, Zekrom's consciousness was enveloped in a profound darkness. The sensory deprivation was absolute, his vision reduced to nothing more than a dull, endless blackness. But even as his sight was extinguished, his other senses were amplified to an unbearable intensity. The sound of crackling energy from the throne became a cacophony of white noise, a relentless barrage that threatened to shatter his eardrums. The scent of ozone and smoke filled his nostrils, a noxious mixture that burned his lungs and left him gasping.

The throne's dark metal surface rippled and flowed like a living thing, its etched patterns pulsing with an intense, electric blue light as it adapted to Zekrom's new, cock-dominated form. The sound of crackling energy reached a fever pitch, a deafening cacophony that threatened to consume Zekrom's very being. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and smoke, burning his lungs and leaving him gasping.

As the throne's surface contorted and reformed, 28 hands of dark metal emerged, each one wrapping around a corresponding cock with an unnerving, almost intimate familiarity.