NAUGHTY NOVELIST (SHAUNTAL POKEMON TG) (Patreon)

"Let's see if this can help me get out of my writer's block."

Julius had been struggling to write a story for months now, his eyes tired from the glow of his laptop, his wrists feeling stiff from all the typing motions he did at work. He had been trying everything to break through it but each day that went by passed with nary even a sentence added to his doc, the indecision growing increasingly frustrating with every wasted hour.

The idea struck him when he was stopping by a goodwill store, seeing a rather fancy looking journal next to a thick red pen; why not change format? Maybe having a pen in hand instead of staring at a screen would make him just write more. Of course he needed a trigger for a tg, though not wanting to think about it too hard lest he spiral into more screen staring, he decided on something nice and simple. Guy buys cursed pen and turns himself into... He paused for a sec, nibbling on the nib as thoughts of bookish girls ran through his mind, unaware of the faint purple glow leaving the ink as a tasteless splatter dripped down his throat.

"Shauntal!"

Yes perfect. She barely had any content and would be the perfect girl to turn into. To add motivation Julius scribbled onto a corner of the page, "Don't stop writing till you're finished." A nice motivator, though now that he had written a sentence his hands seemed twitchy, like they needed to write, the pen thankfully flowing without any need to scribble till the ink blotted the paper. It just flowed smoothly, Julius surprised to feel the motivation flowing just as easy as he started to write. There was this urge to keep going, even when he realized he hadn't thought of a name, more than happy to self insert to not interrupt his easy flow as he jotted down the first few sentences, all the setup finished with the buying and first few sentences. Now he could get into the real meat of the story, the changes.

"The spilled ink spread across his clothes, the unwitting writer unaware of their blackening expanse..."

There wasn't any ink on his clothes, but there was plenty inside, multiplying as a warm, aroused sweat dotted his skin below his neck. It clung to his t-shirt and jeans, black dots that slowly corroded at the fabric, merging in small segments of denim to thinner black, his shirt threading in silk amidst the polyester as purple threads clung tight to his body.

God it felt good to write again, Julius wondering what to change next. Should he reveal it early or wait so the struggle came at the end? Eh probably later, he didn't have an excuse yet for why they wouldn't be able to stop. Maybe make it feel too good? He'd figure it out later, for now, "His socks climbed up slowly, rubbing and squeezing every inch of flesh beneath till Julius found himself moaning at their delicate touch."

"Mmm~!"

He was definitely locked in, turned on in a way he hadn't been for months. The ink-infested sweat meanwhile worked its way through his socks, melting them to thin black leggings as he moaned, as unaware as the character as a gentle rubbing squeezed each toe, working away all callus and hair as they flexed and shrank. Each one wriggled as he continued to write, his arches popping as heels were compressed, the slender curves of his feet fully outlined in sheer black pantyhose that continued to crawl up his legs. Of course he had specified for them to be slow so it was a long building bliss, Julius's cock tenting his patchwork pants as it took minutes to crawl past his calves, the gradualness of it masking just how much shapelier his calves were as the jiggling fat on them was squeezed into the rising black material. Half his clothes were purple silk as he wondered what to change next, still finishing off the last paragraph as he thought aloud, "Hmm something easy to adjust that he wouldn't notice yet... Well it's not like there's a mirror so why not make him cute?"

It was getting a bit hard to focus, his calves rubbing together as the pantyhose rose past his knees, pressure in his hips gradually building as the first throbs of growth reached his thighs. Much faster were his facial changes as he wrote them out, his dark brown locks losing all their curl, curtaining down his cheeks as a sharp slice over his bangs ensured none of the increased volume would be noticeable beyond the silky touch of it around his neck, though the color remained its dark bro-

"Is it lavender? Magenta? Uh... fuck it I'll just say purple."

-his purple hair fully finished as he wrote a simple passage, "Julius's face tightened as he wrote, turning cute in the process."

Small grunts and moans leaked from his lips as he wrote it, unaware just how much that singular word did. His lips pursed into a silent cry, puckered and thick as his jaw rounded and shrunk. Creases ironed off his brow as cheeks plumpened adorably. All of this pressure building in his head and hips grew to a breaking point that was only exaggerated by his thick thighs squeezing, a husky growl accompanying the slight spread of his hips as his cock's tip was rubbed between his swollen lower thighs.

"Uhhhn ahhh oooooh~..."

Julius leaned forwards, eyes shut as he came, not able to hold back any more as his nose forced his skull to shrink in its own sunken shift. Behind his shut lids, his eyes were growing, ink spurting into the enlargened discs as his irises were darkened to an inky midnight purple.

Well there went his motivation, or at least that's what usually happened once he busted. For some reason his hand was still scribbling down more sentences, like he was writing on instinct as he opened his eyes to see... a blur? Crap he had heard people say masturbating too much made you go blind but it was like he was nearsighted, having to lean down to see his hand writing, "But one orgasm wasn't enough for Julius, his cock instantly hard, his hands ready for more."

"Ohh~? UHHN OH FUCK!?"

Julius bucked as an intense throbbing forced his spent cock to harden, his thighs squeezing around it as pantyhose dug halfway up them, the sudden press of them against his cock through the pantyhose almost enough to make him cum again. He couldn't really see but he could feel around with his non dominant hand, pinching the plush thighs and rubbing against the fading crease, nearly all his denim converted to the skintight pantyhose.

Cramps sprung up inside his writing hand, though it refused to stop, each painful pop wringing them slimmer, daintier, his thighs squeezing as he felt his thick digits slim. His grip felt so slippery, the ink-infected sweat pooling around his forearms, dripping down his wrists as it tightened, his muscles feebly resisting before giving into the tight clutches of his new arm-length gloves.

"He couldn't help playing with himself, the story too engrossing, almost like he could feel every word, his hand stroking furiously as it slid upwards."

He had leaned down enough to read that before his hand lost control, the softening layers of clothing and its unnatural hardness barely softening the raw ecstasy each pump was giving, his moans shrieking every now and then as the masturbation seemed to make the pressure in his hips boil over, a few cracks accompanied by wet spurts as his hips angled his thighs tighter around his cock.

"Th-This isn't r-HEEEAL~! AHHN AHH STAHHP WH-WHY CAN'T I-? FUUUUUCK!"

Another orgasm drained him, his cock not softening despite the messy release, his hand following the next line as it crawled up his abdomen. If only he could see, his eyes squinting as he saw the words being written, only able to make out a few.

"rubbed      waist      caved    mounds."

It didn't take a genius to tell what was about to happen, not that Julius could do anything about it, his fingers tracing circles around a nipple before pinching hard.

"AYYEEEEE~!"

It was on the back of his mind how much higher his voice was now, but it really became obvious once his hand started pinching, his hips finishing their spread outwards as his stomach began to gurgle and shift. There had to be a way out of this, if he was the one writing this why couldn't he stop? It wasn't like he had written that part ye-

"NO WAAAIT I MEANT THAT TO BE MOTIVATIO-NNGH AHHHH NOOOO!"

There was something extra demeaning about knowing this really was all his fault as he tore at a nipple, screaming as fat bubbled and spurted under the widening areola as it scraped against his half shifted shirt. His glove hand tore through the cheaper material, leaving a top fringe that was blooming like a flower, Julius's thoughts trying to figure out a way to stop the writing in between violent shocks of euphoria spreading with every surge and tease of his plumpening breast.

It was the first thing he had written, the page already turned away from "Don't stop writing till you're finished." and both hands were occupied with rewriting him into Shauntal. It felt like he was being compressed, his shoulders sinking, stomach flattening, all of it surging up to meet his teasing fingers as they pulled and dimpled his swelling bosom. His writing hand didn't care what the rest of his body was doing, the one thing anchoring him to his desk. It took over teasing his right breast as it squished against the side, his hand moving to the flatter left as it made quick work of his pec, jabbing till it bloated, pinching till the nipple turned into a wide disc.

Throughout this his cock was like a spigot, spewing out unneeded height and bulk as his sides caved in, his cries echoing amongst the rising edges of his room. Why did he have to be such a process freak? Dragging it out as he came over and over, not even noticing glasses forming as his other breast finished bloating till a small moment of reprieve let him catch his breath.

His desk was gone, both hands occupied holding the book and the pen, the torn off top from before sewing itself back together as it felt like some of his ghost types snuggling against her while she was busy writing-

"What? No th-that wasn't my thought. I-I didn't-"

Juliush looked at the book, noticing his name warping as the writing continued, Uliusha trembling at the pleasurable rightness each change triggered, realizing his respite was only caused by a lengthy description of his former room turning into Shauntal's massive ghostly library. Her home.

"NO I'M NOT SHAU- Sh-Shauntal..."

He felt so meek and tiny, especially with her dress unfurling over him, bound tight like a cofagrigus as his spine finished arching. It just felt more natural to talk in a hushed tone, further proof of his mind beginning to change no matter how hard he resisted.

"M-My name is Liushan not- Ah no that's not right either I-I can't forgEHHT AHH?! Ohh~ Oh no please n-haawt~!"

His dominant hand shifted to his left, still scribbling down more changes as the book rested atop a podium behind him as he twirled to try and see what was happening. He always loved ass changes in his stories, knowing the kind of detail he'd add as even if his hips had burst out, his bottom was relatively untouched. But he could feel the pantyhose scraping, buzzing, his balls crushed between his thighs as a thin gush fizzled out his cock, the blackness rising past it, squeezing against his erection as it rode up his ass cheeks. It didn't matter how much he begged or moaned, he could feel it entering him as the stretchy material fucked its way deeper, Liushan blustering out gibberish amidst the moans as a hot surge spread through his remaining masculinity.

"P-Plheeease! Ahhn oooh nooo oh OHH OHHH~!"

The pantyhose kept massaging his thighs, Lushant stammering as he felt it plunge deeper, the internal scrape of it against his prostate driving him mad as his cock pumped load after load till the releases thinned to a watery trickle. He could barely think, feeling his thighs finish squeezing, his cock in a constant squeeze as the pantyhose slid up and down, pulling tighter the harder it fucked his ass as his cheeks began to rise amidst the squirming fabric.

"OHHHH~ M-M-m-my ahhh gaaarceus I caaaahn't~!"

Pantyhose devoured his prostate like a seviper, squeezing down on its juicy morsel till he felt it pop. It was one thing writing someone's dick changing, it was a whole other thing to truly feel it step by step as it carved a new path, his own writhing making his breasts and burgeoning ass jiggle as he squeaked with every thrust. And it wasn't any less intense between his thighs either, even his best attempts to stay reserved rendered fruitless as the bottoms fully gripped and pushed against his tip, applying more and more pressure as he screamed, feeling the tunneling femininity channeling deeper, closer, wild sprays of clear fluids lubricating his entire cock until-

POP POP

"HYAAAA AHHHHN AHH YESSSSS~!"

She couldn't help it, the ecstasy too good as her balls were sucked and flipped in two wet bursts, the last of her sperm erupting out a sinking cock as the tip sealed over a now flat patch of skin. There was no longer an outlet for it so she just had to take it, Ushanta feeling hot fluids roil and crash inside a widening canal, her sinking cock only winching it further apart as a terrible need to cum filled every inch of her. Some of her boiling internals spilled over to her ass, further bloating it, making her feel hot all over as her cock sunk and sunk till only a flat patch remained, the whole thing stuck thrust inside her as she eyed the sharp nib of her pen.

"H-Have to fiiiinish have to- HYAAAA~!"

In a fit of desperation, Ushanta stabbed the sharp nib between her thighs, screaming as her grotto spilled forth its corrupted flow, the fluids soaking up into the tip as she hastily scribbled down a few lines all about how tremendous the orgasms were as each sentence was another, her former gender fully purged as her body quaked from the spasms rocketing through.

Eventually it stopped, the cumming, the squealing, but most importantly the writing. Was it done? She whimpered, feeling weak in the knees as Shantau fell to her carpeted Elite Four space, wondering if Caitlin had room in that big bed for her to crawl and collapse into. At least she retained some of her memories, so in theory the pen could still turn her back. Thank god she didn't specify any mental changes or else there'd be no going back. Ah this was no time to rest she had to write a reverse story, now where was that book? She had to fix this right n- Ow a blasted table just hit her shins-

SKWOOO-WOO-WOOOM

"LUUUUURE?!"

"Ah apologies Chandy I didn't mean to knock over your ball! P-Please your mast- Nngh I-I have to EHHH?!"

Almost sensing something wrong, the fires on the freed Chandelure began to shine with an ethereal light, purple and black swirling as Shaunta's movements died down to faint twitches, the sight mesmerizing.

"Wait n-no please I can go back just ahh y-you muhhhsn't ahh yes YES YESSS~!"

Its fire raged, Chandelure’s ghost fire burning at her spirit, the final stubborn bits of who she had been roasting away in screams that sounded both terrified and ecstatic, all her panic fading to a shuddering joy as she came once more, all thoughts of being anyone other than Shauntal forever exorcized from her mind, though plenty of other precious ghosties would be haunting her.

"Ohh~ heavens I didn't think that'd feel so good. What was I doing just now? I forgot. Oh this book?"

Her ace pokemon returned to its ball, satisfied with its job as she scanned the pages of the odd tome.

"Oh my what a lewd story. Someone wanting to worship me enough to turn into me? And this hubris perfectly matches the fatal flaws in most older plays. Mmm~ what a unique little book. Perhaps I should study this more intimately in my study."

It was a fun thought, and written so lewdly, the victim enjoying it so much she could hardly say they didn't want it. Perhaps she could bolster this with one of her own novels, a dive into the more gruesome slanted-erotica, something she had always had interest in. The only bother was some rather ugly pen. Shauntal didn't mind the nib, but the rest was a dull orange plastic that was too bright. She tossed it over the side and flipped to the start, slipping a few fingers down below as she continued reading. Nothing like a good fantasy before bed.