quatrains | baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

He figures all it does is measure his weight, though it's quickly apparent there's more to it than looks grant it. Ilima jolts, instantly strapped down, barely able to so much as shift to get even a little bit more comfortable. His heart races and suddenly he feels very, very nervous.

Just to keep still? It seems so... excessive. He's been nothing but cooperative. Then again, he doesn't know what the rest will entail. Perhaps his body will have automatic reactions he can't control. Good thinking.

"I-I see. That took me completely by surprise," he admits, letting out a nervous chuckle. Ilima tries to relax, being prepared for the first injection. He takes it without complaint, though it does sting. The feeling of liquid flowing into him is intense, but he tries to distract himself, not exactly sure what to expect from here on out.

He Ming hums in acknowledgment, but doesn't respond otherwise. Preparing for the next two injections, he presses his gloved fingers against the inside of his leg to feel out a good place to put the next one. The second and third shots come in quick succession. Soon after they're given Ilima will begin to feel the effects: raised body temperature, heightened sensitivity, and a sensation of wetness from between his legs from natural lubrication being produced.

Of course, there are other side effects that He Ming has yet to entirely pin down, but that's what experiments are for.

"O-kay. We'll continue the injection regimen tomorrow, but I think you're ready for your first trial! We'll start you off small." Moving from the table, He Ming goes to a Pokeball repository and withdraws one, releasing a Growlithe that barks excitedly until He Ming shushes it.

"I'll lower you a bit so he can reach," He Ming warns. Another press to a button on the console and the bench descends with a mechanical whir until Ilima can brace himself on his hands and knees, just in time for the Growlithe to begin sniffing him eagerly.

The shots are met with a brave face and no complaints. He settles in once they've been given, feeling warm, acutely aware of every sensation against his body now. Ilima bites his lower lip at the wet feeling he's getting, which is strange, but only leaves him aroused, helped by what's been put into his system. He breathes out shakily, steadying himself as he listens to He Ming.

Nodding, he keeps his focus, mentally preparing for what's going to happen. He's going to breed with a Pokemon - him. Humans used to marry Pokemon, that much he knew from history, but interspecies breeding... He swallows. There's no backing out now. He gets on his hands and knees once he's lowered enough to do so, feeling the Growlithe's snout pressing up against his ass.

Something he doesn't notice that's changed in him is a very small, but noticeable, change in his hips. There's a noticeable curve to them, unlike how they looked previously. Ilima presses back a tad, wetness only increasing as he's made slick, his cock hardening.

The Growlithe sniffs around Ilima's ass, cold nose brushing against his skin. The Pokemon even licks him a few times for good measure.

"Good, it looks like your new pheromones are attracting this Growlithe." He Ming starts taking notes on his tablet. A camera set up a few feet away has a recording light blinking red, taking in every second of the process. The Growlithe is finally satisfied by its inspection and begins to mount him.

It straddles Ilima from behind, beginning to rut against his ass. The tip of its thin, pointed cock descending from its sheath slips in the fresh slickness from Ilima's ass. Heated skin and fur rub against Ilima's skin. Only after several thrusts does the Growlithe finally hit its mark. The Growlithe penetrates him with a growling bark; immediately it begins to thrust, movements animalistic and wild.

The lick to his ass and over his hole makes him shiver, breathing heavier as a heavy blush settles on his cheeks. Ilima is quick to become fully hard, fighting hard to keep his noises at a minimum as long as he has inhibitions.

He doesn't know just how good that is, really, and he gives a glance backward. Just as he does so, the Growlithe is mounting him and trying to find its way inside of him. The sensation of its cock brushing against him only further increases Ilima's desire, hands clenching into fists. He shuts his eyes briefly, just in time for when he's penetrated. There's no holding back the moan that escapes him this time, loud and guttural.

As the Growlithe starts to fuck him, he melts into the feeling, Trial Captain symbol dangling as his body rocks with each thrust. He tightens briefly around the Pokemon's cock, drawing it in further. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before, making his head spin.

Snarling, the Growlithe's paws scrabble at the floor and bench as it gets into a better position on top of Ilima. Its claws dig into his back, leaving light scratches. The Growlithe's hind paws scrabble at Ilima's thighs and ass as it tries to get further on top of him while fucking his ass rapidly.

He Ming scribbles a few more notes with his stylus, fascinated by the quick responses Ilima is showing. "My Growlithe is getting very aroused by this subject's pheromones," he mumbles, focusing alternately on Ilima and his screen. "Perhaps his underlying genes are working particularly well with the injections."

And is that... He Ming crouches down. The Growlithe's movements somewhat obscure his vision, but he thinks he can see a change in his subject's very body structure. He makes a note of it before standing up again, watching as the Growlithe's thrusts become even wilder. Its knot begins to form, swelling hot and thick at the base of its cock.

The scratches don't bother him in the present moment; he's too wrapped up in what feels good to pay attention to anything else. His moaning pitches louder, body shaking from pleasure. Ilima breathes heavily, leaning down further with his upper body.

Why is this so good? A part of him should feel some shame, but for some reason, he's starting to care less and less about that. The more wild and fast the thrusts become, the louder he gets, noises desperate and wanting. At this rate, he's not going to last much longer. His cock already leaks precum, and once the knot starts to press against his asshole as the Growlithe thrusts frantically, he pushes back eagerly. There's an even deeper, more carnal want for it - it's thick and that's just what he wants at this moment, for reasons he can't quite explain.

The straps will keep Ilima from getting off of the bench, but even the small motions cause the Growlithe to amp up his movements. It grunts and barks loudly, its knot bumping against Ilima's entrance again and again until it's finally pushed through and is too large to be pulled back out.

SLowly the Growlithe's thrusts slow and stop. It comes inside of Ilima, spurting strands of thin, hot come that are kept from leaking out by its swollen knot.

He Ming takes down the time of ejaculation. "Good work, both of you," he says, bending down to check again. The Growlithe stays in place for a few more seconds before turning around, its knotted cock turning and twisting in Ilima's ass but staying locked in place, still releasing semen. Ilima's release isn't of much importance to He Ming right now, though he checks for that, anyway.

"Oh!" Ilima cries, just as the seemingly endless pressing of the Growlithe's knot finally ends with it pushing inside of him. He strains against the straps, shaking. It's almost too much for him, and he's incredibly tight around the Growlithe's cock, squeezing the knot inside of him.

There's a desperate whine as the Pokemon spills its load inside of him, the hot cum finally sparking his own climax, his own release coming out in thick, short spurts. Ilima breathes harshly, body going slack as the Growlith moves, causing him to moan lowly. He Ming's praise had registered, satisfying him, and he gives a glance over to him, catching his breath.

There's a mess on the floor now. He Ming decides it can be cleaned up later. For now, he pats the Growlithe's head, scratching behind its ears to calm it while lifting its tail to see where the Pokemon is joined to Ilima's body.

As long as nothing goes wrong in the next fifteen minutes or so, He Ming thinks this breeding should take. The Growlithe will stay knotted inside of him for about that long.

He makes no mention of this to Ilima, however. Now that the first experiment is in progress, he doesn't see the need to explain the process to his new subject.

Ilima stays slack against the bench, catching his breath. Once he calms down, he still feels a twinge of arousal. It lingers as the Growlithe stays knotted inside of him, remaining well-lubricated thanks to the injections.

"H-How long is it going t-to stay like this?" Ilima eventually asks, stammering due to how good he'd felt previously. Some deep part of him wants to keep going, though he doesn't voice that just yet. His curiosity about the research is getting the better of him. He wants to help as much as he can, but he also wants to know as much as he can.

"Oh... about fifteen minutes." The Growlithe tugs from time to time, testing its knot. He Ming scratches behind its ears, trying to keep it from pulling too hard and hurting Ilima. "Then we'll move you to the incubation stall to make sure your new pups grow nice and strong."

Having good Growlithe pups result from this experiment will be an excellent sign for his compounds.

The tugging causes Ilima to make choked noises, surprised each time the Growlithe tests its knot. He breathes heavily, not from pain, since it didn't pull too hard, but from arousal. Eventually, once the Pokemon stops, he calms down, able to focus and digest what He Ming said.

"Mm. Just one more question: how long will the gestation period be?" he asks, wondering if it'd be akin to a Pokemon's.

"A while. That's part of the experiment." He Ming pats Ilima's shoulder, then moves his hand lower over his back and the curve of his ass. There are a few light scratches from Growlithe that will fade, in time.

"Don't worry about it. We'll keep you safe."

Ilima nods, relaxing at the touch. It's reassuring to him. He doesn't think twice about him moving his hand lower, though he does tighten up slightly, quick to force himself to relax so the Growlithe isn't uncomfortable.

"Thank you. That's very reassuring," he says, smiling somewhat. He has no reason not to trust the facility and the researchers in it, and even if he had, it'd have been too late. Ilima only sees a professional environment, after all. He waits until the Growlithe's knot starts to lessen in swelling, relaxing more as the minutes go by.

"Great." He Ming smiles and stands up. He busies himself with cleaning up his materials and preparing the next set of injections. When the Growlithe's knot finally shrinks down, it pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky come along Ilima's taint and balls. Having satisfied itself, the Growlithe trots off to shake out his fur.

He Ming returns the Growlithe to its Pokeball after it finishes stretching. "Back in you go," he mutters, and goes to Ilima. After unbuckling the straps he gives Ilima an encouraging pat on the hindquarters. "To the barn. C'mon!"

( ooc: Sorry for the delay! RL stuff came up, I hope you don't mind this tag being so late!! )

It feels strange to suddenly have nothing inside of him, and for some reason, he misses it. He tries not to think about it too much, not wanting to mess with any of the procedures. A rational part of him says he's not supposed to be enjoying it so much - this is research.

The pat to his behind should have been taken as somewhat dehumanizing, but that doesn't register. It feels good, like he's done a properly good job, like a Pokemon. Ilima gets up obediently, nodding and following He Ming like a Lillipup.

( ooc: np! )

He Ming can see semen dripping out of Ilima, a bit even making it to the floor. He lets it be until they make it to the other stall, however.

It's really more of a kennel, with a barred door that swings open and a low ceiling. He Ming nudges Ilima to spread his legs so he can be wiped clean before letting him in through the door. The floor is smooth concrete and the only furniture inside is a circular plush pad for a bed and a bottle of water attached to the wall with a tube extending from the bottom to be suckled from.

He Ming locks the cage door behind him.

"I'll come back in a few minutes with food," he says. "If you feel anything strange... don't worry about it! The first few hours are the worst."

His previous subjects underwent the more rapid changes immediately after their first breeding. Permanent anal wetness, swelling of the breasts as milk developed, and less and less interest in leaving the farm were the most common effects. He Ming will use the cameras in the room to record what happens to Ilima while he's gone.

Ilima allows himself to be cleaned, though he would have much rather keep the semen still dripping out of him. He already has a craving for more of it, but that's something he's keeping quiet for now. Really, he should've questioned why he wanted more, but he doesn't. Just like he doesn't question the kennel that's to be his temporary home.

He nods, getting on the floor and moving to sit on his bed. Feeling strange is an understatement. His chest is tender, and he feels over himself as he notices he isn't as flat as he should be. The change is subtle at first, but he can feel them steadily getting bigger, causing some slight pain. Ilima still feels wet, too, and he wonders if that's ever going to go away.

These things should've been scaring him out of continuing the research, even if it's too late. He doesn't seem to want out, though, instead taking the changes in stride as he goes to drink some water. He wraps his mouth around the tube and sucks, drinking his fill before settling back on his bed. He opts to lay down as his chest continues to feel swollen, tender, and even tingly. His hips continue to shape themselves, body gradually filling out.

After only a few minutes, He Ming returns to the kennel with a bowl full of dry bits of condensed food, packed down to include all the nutrition and vitamins that he needs during the pregnancy.

"I'm back." He Ming laces his fingers through the bars, smiling at Ilima. "I brought you your dinner."

It's getting late in the evening. He Ming wants to inspect him again, but he also wants to make sure that Ilima isn't nervous or afraid, which he's worried might negatively impact the Growlithe pups. For now he pushes the dish through the flap in the kennel door and watches carefully.

"Ah, thank you," Ilima says, his politeness having not gone away completely just yet. He waits for the food, and at first he takes a bite with his fingers, eating properly. It isn't the most convenient way of eating, though, and he soon abandons that way of eating. He leans down and eats out of the dish much like a Growlithe would, body lowered. Ilima eats like that until he's full, wiping his mouth.

He gets comfortable again, looking at He Ming from behind the bars. Glancing down at his body briefly, he looks a bit concerned. "I know you said not to worry about it if I feel strange, but... will the discomfort lessen at least?"

There's no mention of him wanting to quit. He's relaxed and complacent, all things considered.

After Ilima's had his fill, He Ming starts to reach through the flap to retrieve the bowl before he's stopped by the question.

"It should stop in an hour or two. Does it hurt?" He can see that Ilima's body shape has changed beyond even the slight alterations during the breeding session. His hips are wider to ease birth, his chest is developing milk and swelling as a result, and even his thighs are slightly more full. With a slight frown on his face He Ming opens the kennel door and gestures for Ilima to crawl further out so he can be inspected.

He's still wearing surgical gloves, and the way he handles Ilima's body isn't much different from how he first gave him a physical exam. The only difference is that He Ming presses his fingers into Ilima's slick asshole, fingers probing inside of his passage.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"A little. It's nothing too painful," he says, not wanting to cause any concern. Ilima crawls out, remaining on his hands and knees. He gasps as he feels He Ming's fingers press inside. It's just what his body wants; he pulls him in even more and lets out a shuddering breath. There's a deep-seeded want to continue to be bred, something he's not fully aware of.

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, head hanging low. "It feels good." Blood is already flowing south, his voice breathy as he enjoys the fingers inside of him. Ilima presses back slightly, completely distracted from the discomfort he'd been feeling.

Seeing Ilima's cock harden, He Ming is struck by an idea. He hadn't given his prior subjects any enrichment toys, but perhaps it'd be a good choice.

"Wait here for a moment." He Ming pats Ilima's head with his clean hand and leaves him in the room outside of his kennel. He returns only a few minutes later holding a small rubber toy, just large enough to be used as a dildo and flared at the base so it won't slip fully inside.

Ilima nods and waits patiently, not moving from his spot outside the kennel. He perks up once He Ming returns, looking at the toy in his hand. It'll be of some relief, which he's thankful for, though it's not exactly what he wants.

"That will help with the, ah... cravings?" he asks sheepishly. That's really what it feels like, like an itch he can't scratch. He hopes it isn't something that'll be constant.

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