Author's Notes: About 25 years ago I recall coming upon a Pokémon fanfic that never got off the ground but the idea behind it was interesting enough that it's managed to lodge itself in the back of my mind ever since. Starting with the second generation of games (in 2000?) they introduced a breeding mechanic and either in that same generation or the one after it the ability to train the specific traits and stats of your Pokemon. You'll have to forgive me here, I really only sort of know these things in passing; I was not a big fan of the Pokémon games themselves, mostly just the characters, so everything I know about the games is something I've learned secondhand through reading or hearing about it.

Anyways, the crux of this fanfic revolved around Ditto and its ability to assume the form of any Pokémon which lent itself well to the game's new breeding mechanic. Secondarily to that was the assumption that breeding with a rare "shiny" Pokemon would boost the stats of the offspring. I don't know if that's a real thing or one of those "I read about it on someone's GeoCities website" sort of affairs but it sounds plausible. So, assuming this is true then a shiny Ditto would be a really beneficial thing to have on your team and that was the key point about the story. The twist in it however was that the owner of the Ditto winds up experiencing an accident that merges his body with the Pokemon and in doing so he "inherits" the Ditto's ability to be that "Swiss Army knife" mate.

It sounded like a fun idea to me and I don't think the original author, whose name nor the original name of the story I can recall, ever committed to writing more than just the opening chapter that was meant to set the stage for the would-be story to follow. I figured I could take a shot at it and see how it goes, so I'll be starting it out the same way I remember it. (PS: There's a Nidoqueen and a Kangashkan in the story's cover art but they're not in this chapter specifically; if I decide to follow through with this story idea I plan on featuring each of them in their own chapters as well as some other Pokémon too like Charizard or something. I just felt like drawing a Ditto was boring and no one would be interested in that.)

An exhausted sigh could be heard throughout the small cottage as Lazaro stepped into the shower followed not long after by a metallic creak as he turned the faucet handle to the perfect setting. Instantly, cool water splashed against his bare skin washing off the dirt of another day's work and helping him get ready to relax for the evening. He began dutifully lathering himself with soap and touching up his face in the reflection of his shaving mirror, his usual nightly routine.

Lazaro worked as a Pokémon breeder and owned a modest home on a sizable plot of land where his job was to take care of other trainers' Pokémon while they were out handling their day to day affairs. His job, just like all the other breeders, was generally conveyed to children with the euphemism of being a "caregiver" at a "day care center" for Pokémon. Sure, Lazaro's job did involve watching over other people's monsters but the real reason Pokémon were left in his care was because their owners wanted them to breed. It was easier to just tell the younger crowd that Lazaro ran a babysitting service and luckily no one ever seemed too keen on questioning where the Pokémon eggs came from.

Being a breeder wasn't Lazaro's ideal career path, in actuality he wanted to become a biologist and work in a lab for one of the famous Pokémon professors. Sadly, he wasn't quite cut out for higher education and had no choice but to drop out. During his early adult life, though, he'd realized he had the gift of being a "Pokémon whisperer" of sorts; he just naturally got along better with monsters than he did with other people and his innate ability to read their body language and vocal tones turned out to be a major benefit for becoming a Pokémon breeder. Getting a degree in science required attending a university, but becoming a breeder was more of a vocational occupation and after serving an impressive apprenticeship with another established breeder Lazaro was officially certified and turned loose to carve out his own path and name for himself.

With the money he earned during his apprenticeship Lazaro bought a plot to the east of Fuchsia City. The fact that there was essentially nothing out there meant it was the perfect place to build a small house, some stables, fences, and the other accommodations a burgeoning breeder would need for their first homestead. It also allowed for expansion in the event that Lazaro would ever need to extend his property, but more importantly there was one main reason the breeder put his finger on that particular spot on the map: Ditto. The surrounding area wasn't exactly crawling with them, but they could be found lurking about if you searched hard enough and as any breeder worth their salt would tell you it's a hell of a lot easier to entice trainers to leave their Pokémon at your "day care" if you have a stock of Ditto.

Naturally, there were purists out there who insisted on having their Pokémon only breed with the exact same species because they believed in maintaining their "pedigree", but when it came down to the raw numbers studies showed that Pokémon whose parents included a Ditto fared no better or worse than those whose parents were of the same species. Had Lazaro actually become a scientist he'd likely have been one of the brains involved with that particular study and in a roundabout way he still was, just as a breeder providing that data instead. Keeping Ditto as breeding stock was easy money as far as Lazaro was concerned; serious and casual trainers cared not about how their eggs were produced, only that they got what they were looking for. The only people who cared were the purists and Lazaro wasn't in the business of selling purebred Persians to Kanto's wealthiest, to him it wasn't worth the headache.

But despite not fostering purebreds Lazaro was still fortunate enough to have one major ace up his sleeve. During a recent excursion to the surrounding wilderness around his ranch he dealt with the usual pests and monsters he'd seen time and time again, even managing to pick up one new Ditto for his business in the process, but just as he was about to call it a day and turn in he noticed a strange bit of something blue moving around behind a nearby rock. Upon closer inspection it was another Ditto... a shiny one.

Lazaro's heart skipped a beat. "Shiny" was just a fancy name given to a genetic anomaly inexplicably shared across all species of Pokémon where the affected monsters were simply a different color. Depending on the species a shiny could fetch a pretty penny from the right buyer, but as a breeder Lazaro had another idea in mind. This blue blessing was going to be his "signature" breeding Ditto, the one he'd offer to trainers at a premium. Even though it hadn't yet been proven that Pokémon bred from shiny Ditto were tougher or stronger than those from non-shinies it was still an easy upsell to make just on the perceived rarity alone. Maybe there was a higher chance the trainer's egg would hatch into another shiny? Maybe the hatched Pokémon would learn special moves that a "normal" one could not? No one knew for certain, but Lazaro wasn't about to let this golden opportunity slip away.

"Bucky", as the Ditto was named, joined Lazaro on his journey back home.

Lazaro stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before donning a pair of soft elastic lounge shorts. He left it at that because now that he was clean he had some "personal business" to attend to, namely relieving himself. It had been a couple of days and after spending most of the week helping facilitate or supervise Pokémon being bred he'd worked up something of a pent up need himself.

The breeder laid down on his couch with his back propped up against its arm rest as he grabbed his Pokedex and began flipping through some of the photos and videos saved to it. It was a bit of an unspoken secret among the Pokémon breeding community, but when you spend enough time around monsters rutting and fucking each other it's hard not to start developing a unique affinity for them. Lazaro didn't consider himself a "pokephile" as they were called - the slant of the word heavily dependent upon who was saying it and how - but he also couldn't deny that a part of him was curiously mesmerized by a few of his favorite species. He was able to trace those feelings all the way back to when he was still an apprentice; a needy Nidoqueen laid prone on her back, her labia puffy and pink as she eagerly awaited the maleness of her Nidoking suitor. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to satisfy her the same way the Nidoking could but for a split second Lazaro caught himself mentally wishing he could've been that large purple beast towering over his queen and burying his cock into her. The mental image of it had practically been branded into his mind.

Ever since that moment any time the opportunity permitted itself Lazaro would snap a picture or a quick video with his Dex of anything that evoked those same urges in him. As he lazily stroked his member under his shorts he almost didn't notice Bucky slink around the doorway from another room.

"Oh!" Lazaro exclaimed as he quickly withdrew his hand from his shorts and set his device on the coffee table. "Hey buddy!"

Bucky crept his way across the floor in the weird way gooey-bodied Pokémon like it and others uniquely did before climbing onto the couch and atop Lazaro's belly. Bucky vocalized a happy chirp-like "ditto!" as the breeder patted him on his head... or whatever part of the goo that was currently Bucky's head.

The shiny Ditto had already been used to successfully produce close to a dozen eggs for various trainers so far, so the creature surely knew how things were being run at this new home of his. Plus, there was no way of knowing if Bucky had acted as a surrogate mate for other Pokémon when he was still in the wild. Nobody really knew how "smart" a Ditto actually was, but for a mass of ooze with unstable DNA it seemed pretty keen on putting together what was happening right now with its trainer; there was a salacious photo on the screen of Lazaro's Pokedex, Lazaro was fully erect, and that could only feasibly mean one thing.

Except Lazaro wasn't a Pokémon, he was a human. Bucky really had no baseline for understanding what the opposite gender of a "Lazaro" was so he simply began to interact with the breeder in a manner he thought Lazaro would enjoy. The Ditto extended a generous tentacle of itself outward and under the waistline of Lazaro's shorts so it could wrap around his shaft and start to explore it.

The breeder flinched at the sudden movement of the Pokémon. Bucky's smooth gel-like body felt strange and unquestionably alluring, but he also knew this probably wasn't the right thing to do. He reached down to try and gently pull the Ditto's exploratory tentacle away but failed do so as the gel lazily deformed and ran along his skin. Failing that, Lazaro attempted to lift Bucky off of him but as he pulled upward on the Ditto's main mass another two tentacles reached out from the Pokémon's sides and wrapped themselves around Lazaro's body to anchor himself down. At this point it was like wrestling with a living gelatin mold and Bucky wasn't going anywhere.

The blue gel continued its exploration, engulfing Lazaro's shaft and squeezing it gently, massaging it just as if he were a male Pokémon. The breeder's toes flexed gently as he moaned, imaging himself for a split second in the role of one of the monsters he routinely cared for.

"Hey... Buck..." Lazaro muttered. "I really don't think we should..."

Lazaro's trailing words fell on deaf ears as his prized shiny Ditto continued to milk him, engulfing each of his ample balls and kneading them softly. Lazaro gradually gave up the will to try and resist or convince his companion to stop what he was doing, now he just simply wanted to cum. He was already pent up from inadvertently abstaining from release by being too busy and if letting his current situation play out the way it was definitely heading made him a "pokephile" or whatever, he didn't exactly care. Lazaro arched his back slightly and moaned, feeling his climax rapidly approaching.

His goo-covered cock throbbed intensely several times until the breeder cried out, the first jet of his semen releasing into the Ditto's blue mass. The first was followed by several more as the gooey Pokémon continued to milk the breeder's cock no differently than if he were one of the livestock in the stables. Lazaro shuddered as he relaxed into the cushions of the couch, chuckling a bit as he looked down at Bucky to see his silly ambivalent Ditto face staring back at him.

Lazaro felt utterly spent. The breeder simply laid back and caught his breath, but as he did so Bucky noticed something very strange about the seed he'd just been implanted with: there was no Pokémon DNA to be found. To virtually anyone that should be obvious, Lazaro was a human just like everyone else, but to a Pokémon with genetic code so unstable that it could produce literally any egg or fertilize a female to achieve the same Bucky found himself both confused and extremely curious. It couldn't really do anything with Lazaro's seed... but perhaps the human could be useful for something else instead.

A few minutes had passed where Lazaro was content to simply let his Ditto rest atop his groin where he'd been sitting idly quivering and pulsing around the breeder's softening shaft. In that time Lazaro hadn't quite dozed off but had gotten comfortable enough to fall a couple clicks shy of full-on slumber because he awoke suddenly to a very bizarre sensation. Bucky was still sitting on his lap, tentacles also still wrapped around his body, but there was something probing the slit of his shaft. Without warning something warm and squishy began to push its way down into his member. Lazaro panicked, immediately realizing Bucky was up to something else now.

"Buck! Stop!" The breeder commanded.

Bucky, naturally, didn't listen again. The tendril that had darted into Lazaro's shaft had now reached well past its base and the Pokémon's blue goo began pouring into the breeder's balls. Dumbfounded by what was currently happening to him Lazaro attempted to reach for his nearby phone to try and call for help but somehow managed to miss grabbing it and instead knocked the device away resulting in it sliding off of the table and coming to rest underneath a chair.

Lazaro groaned as he fought to rouse himself from the couch. By this point Bucky's body had almost completely disappeared underneath the loose fabric of Lazaro's shorts. As Lazaro hastily kicked the garment off he was met with the sight of the Ditto's bright blue form clinging to his crotch feeding more and more of itself into his body. Though Lazaro couldn't see his manhood through the mass of ooze he could feel how bloated his maleness was. He tried to claw his way through the Ditto's slimy mass to try and see what was happening but the efforts proved fruitless; all the breeder could feel was his two orbs throbbing and swelling underneath the layer of ooze.

The breeder stumbled to his dining table and arched against it backwards, moaning in a mix of pleasure, confusion, and discomfort. Lazaro gritted his teeth and tried to figure out what muscles to clench or contract to force the goo out from his body but nothing he had any sort of conscious control over was helping. The mass of the Ditto clinging to his body continued to shift and move gripping Lazaro's shaft and sack like a tight sleeve while gradually spreading outward across his crotch in all directions. The breeder sucked in a sharp breath in an effort to compose himself as he glanced back down at his waist and was met with the sight of something superficially resembling a very generous but nondescript bulge in a pair of tight underwear, at least from the front where the blue Ditto goo was clinging to him.

Lazaro groaned audibly, his knees buckling slightly as he felt the assaulting goo tighten around him even further. His gaze was locked on his groin watching as the blue mass began to slowly refine itself into something skintight and the definition of his genitals returned... just much larger than they were before. The dull sensations of throbbing and swelling consuming his manhood were ever present, persisting as the changes to his physique continued to unfold.

However, if this Pokémon breeder was going to literally live up to his title his shiny blue meal ticket had a lot more work to do. Lazaro's gaze was still fixed on his goo-coated crotch and although the pulsing warmth inside of his sack was distracting it didn't stop him from noticing that the edges of the Ditto's goo were starting to blend into his skin. It began at the fringes first and slowly worked inward, splotches of his light complexion starting to show through the slime as it seemed to "vanish" from his body.

The breeder wouldn't get to watch the process for long however as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him and he collapsed onto the floor.

Time passed. Minutes, hours, Lazaro wasn't sure. He remembered it was getting to be dusk when he went to take his shower but as he slowly came to his senses on the floor of his kitchen it was now pitch black outside. His head ached. He felt dizzy, almost hungover. As he sat up though the breeder immediately noticed something different about his body.

Lazaro let out a brief gasp until memories of what had just transpired began flooding back to him. Slowly, the breeder stood up using the nearby dining table as something to brace against. His sack, now just larger than the size of an average Pokémon egg, hung very heavily under him... and his flaccid cock was also much bigger to match, far larger now in its softened state than when fully erect before all this happened. Lazaro reached down to try and cup his new tackle to feel how heavy they were. He could definitely feel each of his massive orbs inside of his scrotum but also noticed that his anatomy felt "normal", almost as if it were nothing out of the ordinary that his genitals were this size.

The breeder's first few steps were awkward as he tried to get used to the new weight that hung between his legs. As Lazaro acclimated to the changes he also started looking for Bucky. Lazaro called his name a couple of times and checked the few places where the Ditto liked to hide, but he was gone. Gradually, Lazaro began to realize why. As the breeder fondled his maleness again he remembered fragments of what he'd witnessed just before passing out; Bucky was inside of him now. Not only that, but part of him too.

The realization was as strange as it was arousing in a bizarre and perverse way. Gradually, his flaccid shaft became erect again and as the breeder looked down at it he couldn't help but admire its new girth. It had grown to easily twice the size it was prior to the changes. Experimentally, Lazaro grabbed hold of his shaft and began stroking it, relishing in how thick it felt in his grip. Much like his enlarged balls nothing about his manhood felt "off" or abnormal either, it just felt like it was always meant to be this big.

Stroking himself in the kitchen wasn't something Lazaro would normally do but he felt unquenchably aroused again and all he wanted to do was cum, almost like his altered genitals were driving him to do so. With one hand on his massive tool and the other leaning against the table Lazaro cried out as he felt his swollen balls heft upward and his huge cock start to throb. He felt the first thick rope of seed shoot forth from his shaft but as he looked down at it, and continued to release more, he noticed it wasn't the usual white; his cum had changed color to a milky light blue reminiscent of the shiny Ditto's hue. No doubt this was because Bucky had somehow found a way to bind itself to Lazaro's body. As his orgasm subsided Lazaro realized the scope of the mess he'd made; in a single orgasm he'd released at least four or five times the amount of cum that he used to.

Lazaro thought to snap a few pictures of himself with his Pokedex and remembered that it and his phone had been knocked under a chair. He went to pick them up and noticed the photo still displaying on the Dex's screen was that of a Rapidash mare that had been at the day care for a few days awaiting a suitor from another ranch. Lazaro closed out of the Pokedex's photo app and hopped into bed, but the thought of that mare weighed heavily on his mind - and elsewhere - throughout the night.