By the Pool

(This story contains pokemon, Transformation, Mind control/corruption, latex, inflation, assimilation and pool toys. If you don’t like it, don’t read.)


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“Should be around here somewhere...” Eric stared at the compass as he hefted his backpack behind him. The lake he was searching for was nowhere in sight, but he wasn’t too discouraged. It was a nice day, the perfect day for swimming in fact, and that was just what he was out here for!


The lake nearby was the perfect swimming spot, and the hiker came out here once in a while to enjoy and claim that spot for his own. The young man loved swimming, but the local town was nowhere near any beaches and the pools were often packed in weather like this, so when he found this little slice of heaven, it was obvious that he’d take full advantage of it.


But today he was getting a little annoyed. He couldn’t find the lake anywhere, even though the compass was... “Crap, this thing is broken,” he finally concluded, “ugh, stupid thing.” He stuffed the compass into his pocket and looked around. “Let’s see, that log looks... no. I think I’ve seen that plant before- yeah no.” he scratched his head, frowning.


Great, he was lost. This threw the whole day out the window. “Ah well.” he looked around, “Guess it’s time to pick a direction.” he muttered. Thankfully the woods wasn’t TOO thick, and there weren’t any huge or dangerous wild animals out here. Unless he was the unluckiest person ever and suddenly walked in on every bear or wolf or both that no one knew lived out here.


But again, that was more than a little ‘very unlikely’. So the young man settled on making the annoying hike back to what was probably civilization. With any luck he’d find a river or something.


The walk was less arduous and painful as it was just an inconvenient hike for the reasonably experienced hiker. He came out here often and was no stranger to the wild-- sure, he wasn’t some kind of super survivalist expert that could live out here, but at the very least he knew the most basic things and had camped out here several times.


Although to be honest he probably wouldn’t get far with an extra change of clothes, a snack, and some towels.


Thankfully he didn’t have to worry too much, he figured, on that issue as he came across what seemed to be a sign of civilization! “Finally!” He smiled as he ran towards the grey in his vision, only to come across a large gate, and what was inside was actually very surprising to the young man.


A pool. A large one. A small building--clearly supposed to be the changing room, off to one side along with the entrance. “Huh... I didn’t know about this place.” he frowned, circling the gate as he walked to the entrance. “Open 24/7... no one’s here though.” he commented as he came by an old looking sign.


Despite his doubts of anyone actually being here, he still gave it a shot. “Hey! Hello? I’m lost! Which way back to town?” he called out-- of course, nothing. Strange, given the fact that the pool looked completely clean, even if the building and gates looked just a bit aged. If it weren’t for that, he would figure that this was newly installed and thus explaining the lack of life within. Still though...


He walked through the lockers of the changing rooms, not very surprised to find no one inside either of them. A board that Eric assumed had the pool rules was hung on the wall in front of both entrances-- assuming, because the letters were all but gone, entirely smudged out.


And yet when he entered the area of the pool itself, the place looked entirely well-kept. Nothing floating in the clear blue water, no odd discoloration, just a normal abandoned pool.


“Maybe someone just forgot to close the place” he muttered. Although would a place claiming to be ‘open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week’ really just close without any given warning? Nothing really made sense here, and there was an odd smell of plastic.


Still, Eric found himself wandering towards the pool edge. There was a shallow end and a much deeper one, like most huge public pools. He dipped a finger into the water, perfectly pleasant cold temperature. The young man made a face as the weight of his backpack seemed to get to him. He dropped the bag of items and stared out into the water.


Well... he did come out for a swim, and the place didn’t look completely toxic or built on an ancient burial ground or something. A whole pool to himself? Not the most natural or expected slice of heaven, but one he could surely work with!


The water was fine-- more than fine. It was a relaxing cold, perfect after a morning of hiking in the hot sun. The young man swam from end to end in his trunks. He smirked as he even took some dives from the edge into the deep end. No lifeguards, no people in the way, no worries.


That smell was still a little annoying. Plastic or rubber or something... Where was that coming from? He shook his head of the smell, sighing as he relaxed, floating peacefully. He definitely needed this after the whole ‘getting lost in the woods’ thing. Just peace and quiet, aside from the occasional squeak.


Wait, squeak?


The young man opened his eyes as he turned, looking over to the source of noise. There, standing in front of him, were what appeared to be large, rodent shaped orange pool toys. At first he was confused-- he had definitely not seen them earlier, and very DEFINITELY didn’t hear anyone approach.


Confusion, however, gave way to bewilderment, shock, and fear as he realized--


they were moving.


The large pooltoys watched him with beady eyes, their floppy, shiny feet padding against the ground, walking. Walking towards him.


“Wh-what the heck are you guys...?” Eric asked nervously as the Raichus approached from what seemed to be every angle. He hadn’t seen them when he came in or even while he was preparing to take his swim, and now they were all over the place. He noted two of the Raichu... things getting particularly frisky, nuzzling and rubbing each other, causing a slight squeak to emanate as their rubbery bodies played with each other.


The Raichu creatures didn’t respond. Instead they only came closer, by the pool’s edge, watching the young man with beady plastic eyes and cute little smiles. “U-uh...” he was a little freaked out, not to mention exposed. “Do you want me to leave? I’ll leave...” Eric grimaced, inching towards the other edge of the pool.


But then he noticed that there were those strange Raichus there too. Specifically, quite a few of them were playing with his bag and clothes. “Hey, get away from those!” the Raichus turned to him, still with those cute little plastic smiles. Then he heard a splash, followed by another and another, turning back to see several of the Raichus floating through the water towards him.


He backed towards the shadow end, the odd toy-like pokemon floating after him, bobbing their squeaky, nozzle-tipped tails in the air and against each other. “What do you wa-ACK!” he suddenly cried as he felt a cold, rubbery weight against his bare back. It wasn’t too heavy, but it was still a strange feeling as what was surely one of the Raichus clung to him. “C-come on, get off!” he demanded as the Raichu on his back merely squeaked and creaked, rubbing itself on his back, its big belly squeaking audibly as its paws held to his shoulders and lower paws were pressed to the small of his back.


He attempted to grab at the large Pooltoy Pokemon latched onto him, frowning as he just couldn’t get a grip on it. He had no idea WHAT it was doing to him back there, but as harmless as it was he did NOT like it. “Get... off!” he grumbled, an odd wet tingle forming on the area the Raichu was currently rubbing itself on. In the corner of his eyes he saw a bunch of orange, just before he was thrown off balance by what could only be called a rubbery, wet glomp.


An orange snout and bulby yellow cheeks filled his vision as the new Raichu hugged him, pressing itself on his front and nuzzling his cheek with its own. “What are you... doing...!” he groaned, another weird tingle centering over his belly and on his cheek sending his already off balance into a tizzy. He struggled to push the Raichu away, even as more of the little latex beasts approached and rubbed themselves against him. “Wh-what’s... happening...” he could barely believe it himself, and now there was clearly something... wrong.


The Raichus were doing something to him, no doubt about it. He felt off, all over, and the squeaks and creaks of their soft, squishy, shiny bodies were echoing in his ears and head. A yellow lightning bolt-shaped balloon waved in his face-- one of their tails. He took a whiff of the heavy scent of rubber and shuddered, his limbs buckling under their own weight.


He gave up on tugging the Raichus off and began to weakly wade to the pool edge, even as paws grabbed and squeaked and rubbed at his wet legs, several digits grabbing at his swim shorts, the boy easily tumbling over as the shorts fell over his legs and tripped him.


The orange mass fell into the shallow water with a big splash, although Eric was unhurt as the huge Poke-cushions broke the fall. The trailing behind Raichus tugged his shorts off as he was distracted. Orange kisses and yellow nuzzles continued filling his vision. He couldn’t see where he was going. He grabbed a thin, squeaky pole with one hand, the mass distending and squeaking as he gripped it, and a ledge with another. The Raichus gave way partially as Eric climbed off the ledge, flopping onto his oddly goo-ey belly with an audible squeak. His light muscles and thin frame gave way to a creamy, latexy belly.


“Wh-what are you doing to me...” he gasped, a light blush on his face as paws grabbed and rubbed and nuzzled all over his body, leaving behind trail after trail of latex. Naked legs were covered in orange, paws tickling against the bottom of his feet, leaving brown rubber streaks on pale flesh. Toes disappeared under these rubber streaks, becoming three large digits, the bottom of his feet turning a cream matching his new chubby, featureless gut, with a big yellow circle on the center of each foot.


Still, he didn’t give up completely. With a confused frown he tried to crawl, his belly creaking from his own weight smushing it against the stone floor. He didn’t notice the yellow, balloony cheeks on his face, nor did he notice as orange spread from those cheeks. “Let me go... please... I-I won’t come back... aah...” moaned weakly as his nose was overtaken by orange, face pushing outward into a tiny brown button. The orange covered his lips, forcing them apart as latex forced its way into his mouth. His complaints and groans dissolved into gurgles, moans, and squeaks, his new muzzle displayed proudly on an increasingly rounding, cuter face.


He shut his eyes as the squeaks continued to echo in his ears, no-- in his head. Those wonderful squeaks, the feeling of loving paws and latex rubbing and smushing his own softening parts and features. He fought to keep his own thoughts. “Let go...!” he tried to say, but all that came out was a helpless little squeak from a small, orange colored mouth.


The Raichu who had clung to his back finally climbed off with a pleased squeak, admiring its work. Eric’s back was entirely covered in latex, the boy’s broad, skinny features replaced by round, wonderful orange, two streaks of brown covering his back. Satisfied, the Raichu watched its brothers work on the poor, sad little human some more.


Raichus grabbed at his hands that continued grabbing at the ground in front of him, hoping to pull him to safety even when he was, at this point, too weak and too unfocused to even move away from the pile of orange smothering him. His arms were squeezed and sandwiched, fingers licked and teased by rubbery maws. Arms shrank, becoming rounder and rounder, softer and softer, orange-r and orange-r. Fingers were squished and clumped together, merging into three fat little paws dripping brown latex.


A Raichu nuzzled and pawed at his bare rump, orange covering and plumping up the human’s bottom. At the same time, his hips widened, at this point his entire bottom half was well on its way to Raichu-hood, legs shortening and shortening,  until all that was left was a plump, cute bottom and two large, squeaky, weakly flailing footpaws attached to fat, round and squishy thighs.


His genitals disappeared under creamy latex, for there was no need for sex or gender where he was going, just a delightfully round, squishable, and huggable gut. The not-so human gave a pleasured squeak regardless.


Eric rose his orange balloon rump, arching his back as a pressure began to form at where his tail bone might have once been. The latex there began to discolor, a round indent forming, before pushing outwards and outwards, gaining shape and color. A squeaky, long tail with a similar coloration to his new paws made itself known, a yellow bulb on the very tip expanding and shaping until it became an odd, round lightning bolt shape. The Raichus smiled their usual smile as they saw the huge, impressive tail of their kin flop about in newfound pool toy ‘life’, a nozzle forming on the very tip.


A nozzle which the large Raichu that had been on Eric’s back took hold of, eliciting a squeaky ‘gasp’ from the still changing Raichu-- for he could no longer be called a human, the only thing left being the top half of his head. Which the Raichu planted a foot on, rubbing its latex into the back of his head, flattening Eric’s hair under layers of beautiful squeaky orange. That orange spread over the back of his head, engulfing and swallowing up his hair, leaving a featureless bald, rounding head.


Its ‘lips’ wrapped around the nozzle as it popped open. The Raichu began to blow, blow, and blow some more. Eric only moaned and squirmed as his features began to truly gave way. His frame shrank into a rounder, chubbier body. His limbs bloated, his face rounded. Orange spread over the entirety of his head, taking his eyes last. The last he saw with his normal, human eyes was simply orange.


And then brown beady eyes took in their first sight of their surroundings. They saw brown paws-Eric’s own, still weakly pawing in front of him. Fat toe digits massaged and rubbed at his head as the Raichu continued blowing air into him, the corrupted latex-scented air filling him up. Thoughts were leaving his head as two large, floppy brown and yellow ears popped out from his orange cranium. These ears were somehow more sensitive than his old ones despite being fake, and made it only ever easier to hear all the wonderful squeaking around him.


Most of the Raichus had left Eric’s side as his transformation was physically over, now content with fondling and squeaking each other nearby or floating in the water. Eric wasn’t paying attention to that though. Instead he was paying attention to the squeaks, the air filling him up. It felt as if he was too full. It was driving him crazy. His beady, emotionless brown eyes stared forward as the air seemed to be fighting his mind for real estate in his head, and his mind was losing the battle.


What was he doing here? Squeak, rub, pinch. What was happening? Love, cuddle, creak. Where is this? Squeak, squeak, splash, rub. What was HE? Paws, nuzzle, squeeze, love. Who was he? E...ri... Ri... Raichu. Raichu.


That was it, wasn’t it?


Raichu. Raichu. Raichu!


Yes.


A perfect little Raichu Pool toy, just like all the others. The Raichu squeaked happily, rubbing over its form as the remaining goop of latex dripped off of it and its companions bodies.


The Raichu standing atop it smiled it's same off, rubbery smile, mouth leaving the new Raichu’s tail as it capped the nozzle. The Raichu below its footpaw turned, grabbing at the latex limb and nuzzling it affectionately, it's now free tail bobbing, curling, and squeaking happily.


The new Raichu drew in a crowd once more, its new brethren eager to break the new toy in and give it all the love, rubs, paws, and air it could ever need. And that was what the two Raichu got, a seemingly endless pile of brown paws and cream bellies squeaking, groping, hugging everything they could find.


It may not have remembered anything previous to being the adorable, lovely pool toy it was now, but the human that entered previously was looking for a swim; and as the Raichu eventually stood, one of the many matching faces that surrounded it gestured to the pool. This Raichu may have been the one that had semi-led the charge to turn the human into a happy little Raichu float, but the Raichu would never know, since they all looked so perfectly alike. Happily the Pool toys went to their watery home, and the new Raichu could look forward to a lifetime filled with swimming and floating, as happy as a Pool toy could be.