The Face of A Champion! (Exclusive Cynthia TG) (Patreon)

*HERE IT IS!!! I FULLY ILLUSTRATED THIS BAD BOY FOR YOU GUYS! NP YOU'RE WELCOME! From now on we might as well just include some kinda sex stuff in every story that doesn't include a real person. Any objections?!*

You could feel the chill permeate the air as your Floatzel let loose a beam of cold, striking Cynthia’s Roserade head-on. It was a gamble to let your water type fight against a grass type, but he was all you had left… The beam pushed against the Roserade, the little grass type crying out as Floatzel put a little more oomph into the attack.

“Knock her out, Floatzel!’ You cried, your heart pounding, knowing that if Roserade didn’t get knocked out by Floatzel’s attack, the counter-attack could spell his end. The little Roserade suddenly skidded across the floor, pink leaves scattering over the battlefield as she fainted.

“Yeah! Good work, Floatzel!” You cheered as Cynthia recalled her Roserade.

“Isn’t it a little early to be celebrating?” Cynthia’s voice made you tense up as you got serious once again. “Don’t forget I have one more Pokemon, my strongest one… Go, Garchomp!”

Cynthia’s final Pokeball soared through the air before opening and releasing the bipedal sand shark whose pre-evolutions you’d seen a few times before. Garchomp roared as it landed with a ground-shaking slam in front of your Floatzel. Your Floatzel surprisingly showed no fear, even though you feared for him, the little guy facing down a creature double his size.

“You can do this, Floatzel. Let’s take him down! Use Ice Beam!” You yelled.

Your Floatzel opened its mouth and was about to unleash the beam you’d just seen before when Cynthia suddenly shouted, “Garchomp, Dragon Rush!”

Garchomp moved incredibly fast, its movement a purple blur as it swatted Floatzel away with one of the sturdy fins on its arms.

“Floatzel!” You watched Floatzel’s little orange body skip across the barren battlefield, the weasel flailing through the air until with control that you’d never seen him utilize before he hit the ground with his feet under him! With a skid, your Floatzel finished charging the ice beam as it streamed through the air, heading directly for center mass of Garchomp’s body.

You heard Cynthia shout for Garchomp to avoid the attack, but it was far too late as the beam struck the bipedal shark right in the chest, freezing it over completely. A big smile slowly spread across your face as Cynthia recalled her Garchomp with a “tsk.”

“Yes! Floatzel, you did it! Haha,” you cried, running onto the battlefield over to your battered little weasel friend on the ground and wrapped him in a hug. Simply enjoying the moment as Floatzel, made little noises of celebration with you. You were nearly crying. You really did it…

The shadow looming over you caught your attention as you turned to see Cynthia with her hand outstretched. “Congratulations, new champion, that was an excellent battle.”

You reached up and grabbed her soft hand, allowing her to help you to your feet.

“Thanks, Cynthia, you were tough. If Floatzel didn’t come through for us there, we would’ve been sent right back to the start of the Elite Four for sure,” You told her.

“Hm,” she smiled, “it was a close one, wasn’t it? Please come with me.” Cynthia’s dark coat and white blonde hair billowed behind her as she turned and started walking to the back of the room, where you could see a platform elevator. You motioned for Floatzel to follow as you both jogged up and kept pace with her, the three of you walking toward the elevator.

“So what happens now?” You asked as you stepped foot on the elevator. Grabbing onto the rail that surrounded it as the gate closed and the lift started to move upward.

“You’re the new champion. You’ll take my place and battle any challengers that make it through the Elite Four until you’re defeated. But first, we need to get you and your Pokemon  entered into the Champion Hall of Fame.” Cynthia explained, raising a few questions that you had to ask.

“So, am I stuck here until I’m defeated?” You asked, wondering how the whole thing worked.

“In essence… you don’t have to stay in this complex, or even anywhere in Sinnoh in general, but you will be on call wherever you are. There aren’t many trainers that manage even to make it to the elite four, let alone challenge and defeat the champion, but when one sets their mind to it, it can be done, as you have proven.”

“Hm…”

It was true that you and your Pokemon trained particularly hard to be able to make it to where you were now. Almost nobody you’d battled had shown the grit that you had, but if there was another you out there, you were going to train even harder to make sure that you wouldn’t be dethroned.

The lift came to a stop as it reached the top floor, jostling you as you stepped off to follow Cynthia to something that looked like one of the healing tables Nurse Joy typically used.

“Please heal your Pokemon. I’m guessing they’d hate to miss out on the Hall of Fame photo,” She said nicely.

You pulled out the five Pokeballs on your belt that contained your fainted Pokemon and laid them into the spherical holes that the healing table had on it. You looked down at Floatzel, who was standing at your side, and asked him if he wanted to be healed as well. To which he shook his head, making you laugh.

“You’re so tough,” You said, clicking the button to start the healing process, watching as Floatzel puffed out his chest and posed.

Even Cynthia chuckled a little bit at the weasel as the healing machine dinged and signaled the rest of your Pokemon were healed.

“Right this way.” She said, leading you through a mechanical door that slid open with a quick mechanical whir into a dimly lit room, a huge spotlight shining in the dead center of it.

“Wow.” You couldn’t help but say as your voice carried through the big empty room. The light from behind you disappeared gradually with the sealing of the door. Leaving just the three of you walking toward the center of the incredibly massive arena of a room.

Your steps were masked by the clicking heels of Cynthia as the three of you stood just outside the light that was so well-defined, it was almost like if you were to take a step inside, you’d be transported to another world…

Floatzel didn’t share your wonder as he walked his way into the spotlight without hesitation, striking a strongman’s pose.

“Hehe… As Floatzel is demonstrating, this is where you’ll pose for your Hall of Fame photo. Please bring the rest of your team out to join him.” Cynthia said, gesturing you to move forward.

“All right,” You said, pulling Pokeballs off your belt. “Come on out, everyone.”

You tossed the balls high into the spotlight, the little red and white sheen of their cases glistening for a moment before they all opened, and your team appeared one by one.

Torterra, your starter Pokemon, was pivotal in taking down Cynthia’s Gastrodon and Lucario, singlehandedly able to faint them both before being fainted himself by her Milotic.

Staraptor- your ever-faithful bird Pokemon and your lead- was able to weaken Cynthia’s Spiritomb before fainting.

Drapion, was your third. Drapion, took down Cynthia’s weakened Spiritomb, but unfortunately found himself up against her Gastrodon, who quickly knocked him out…

Gyrados was your fourth, the Giant sea serpent Pokemon hitting the ground with a thud as it roared loudly. In a battle of water types, he went up against Cynthia’s Milotic and whittled it down. The blows from Gyrados did a number on Milotic, but Milotic's durability proved superior, making Gyrados faint with one of her ice beams.

Finally, besides Floatzel was your other rodent type friend, Raichu. She and Floatzel hugged as she appeared to be celebrating the win a little late. She was easily able to take down Cynthia’s weakened Milotic and put a dent in Roserade before Floatzel cleaned up the rest.

Reliving the battle made you even more excited to see the entirety of your team as you walked into the spotlight and greeted them with pats and smiles, your eyes watering a little at how hard you all worked to become champions.

“You all worked hard to get here… and I’m happy to see such a great trainer and his Pokemon take my place…” Cynthia said from outside the spotlight with her arms folded under her chest.

“Haha, thanks, Cynthia, and we’re going to work even harder and make sure we’re at our strongest so that no one can beat us!” You said with confidence, your Pokemon crying out in agreement.

“That’s good. Now, please gather for the picture.”

You looked to your left and right and motioned for everyone to get close. You weren’t sure where to look, so you just looked at Cynthia and smiled...

Your smile faded about a quick as you put it on. The air around you reverberated with energy, waves of something hitting your body, passing through you in pulses, making your skin feel like it was jiggling until it suddenly stopped. You looked behind you at your Pokemon as they looked at each other in confusion… looked like they felt whatever that was, too…

Cynthia had adjusted her pose, her hand on her hip, as her very long blonde hair looked like it was… getting shorter…?

“H-hey Cynthia, your hair is…” The look on Cyntha’s face was unconcerned as her long locks slid upward and started to darken. Your Pokemon started to cry out behind you as your clothes felt tight, the ends of your jacket looking a little longer.

You pulled at your shirt until you heard Torterra cry loudly, and you turned to look at him. You could see the discomfort on his face as white light suddenly consumed him. He was… evolving?!

Torterra’s large body and shell compacted in the light of the evolution, his entire body being drawn inward until he was no larger than a rock the size of your hand, the light bursting off his body to reveal just that! A rock with a crudely etched face on it! It looked like…

Your suspicions were confirmed as it glowed purple, and mist flowed out of it until it took shape the shape of a very recognizable Pokemon! Torterra evolved into a Spiritomb?!

“W-what?!” You yelled, looking back at Cynthia, who no longer had her long locks of blonde hair. Instead, it was brown and in the shape of a bob! “Cynthia, what’s happening?!” She said nothing as you felt the sides of your jacket brush against your knees.

I-it had changed! It was black and much longer than before! “Huh?!” You glanced down but were less concerned about your clothes than Staraptor, who was consumed by the same evolution light that had changed Torterra. Staraptor's lower body was flattened, his legs and arm disappearing into his body as it stretched into a blob under him, his head shrinking and neck stretching as the light exploded to reveal he’d been turned into a Gastrodon! Why were your Pokemon changing into other Pokemon?! A glance down showed your plain white t-shirt had turned black, its collar halfway down your chest in a very obvious change of style…

“Cynthia! What’s going on!?” You yelled over your shoulder as Gyrados roared out and was covered by the white light. You turned back toward Cynthia to demand that whatever was happening to stop, but found that Cynthia had undergone an extreme transformation of her own. The woman was no longer tall. Now only 5’3 at best, her young but mature face had lost the young part. She looked much older, maybe mid-thirties, and her clothes had changed as well. Her slim-fit black coat was bulkier, and her black pants and shirt had merged into a red dress under it. She was no longer the woman you’d defeated in battle…

“Who are you, and what’s going on here?” you asked, marching over and demanding answers, glancing over your shoulder to see that Gyrados had slimmed out and beautified into a Milotic, the light consuming Drapion while Floatzel and Raichu held each other in fear of what was happening.

“My name’s June and I was the champion known as Cynthia. *Sniff* Sorry… I’m just so happy to be me again.”

You gritted your teeth and looked back over your shoulder. The light was shrinking Drapion's body, altering it into a bipedal form, its fangs relocating to become its arms as the light exploded off to show it had been turned into… a Roserade. All your Pokemon that had changed were looking over their new bodies like they were the most foreign things in the world. They were the Pokemon you knew still, just transformed into different bodies. You watched Raichu, suddenly glow, her body entirely consumed as she started to grow larger. You watch Floatzel step back, his mouth agape as he watches his friend change.

You turned back toward the woman, “Explain yourself! Why are they changing!?”

The woman collected herself and looked up at you, “They’re changing because of the Ditto waves… I’m sure you felt them.”

You knew what the woman was talking about. They were impossible to miss, but you had no idea what Ditto waves were. “Yeah? And?”

“The Ditto waves were made for one thing: allowing the Pokemon league to keep a consistent face for the champion, in this case, Cynthia and her Pokemon.”

“What?! So that’s why my Pokemon are changing? So I can have a team like Cynthia’s?!” You asked dumbfounded as you looked back to see Raichu had turned into a Lucario. The newly transformed creature looking at its paws in confusion.

“Not just your Pokemon…” The woman said as you turned back toward her. The weight of her words were heavy on your chest. You looked down at the long black coat that you now wore, the v-neck… even your pants had turned black. There was no way she meant you’d transform into Cynthia, right?! She was a woman, and you were a man! There was no way you’d turn into her, right?!

“C-c’mon, that’s not possible…” you murmured anxiously, feeling your pants tighten a little on your legs.

“I’m afraid it is, though I’ve never seen it progress so slowly. When it happened to me, me and my Pokemon were transformed in moments.” The woman explained.

You heard grunts of discomfort as you turned to see Floatzel clutching himself, his body turning white like the others did as his frame started to grow immensely, his body stretching taller and taller as his tails merged into one and grew long, sharp fins and spikes silhouetting the white light as it exploded off him and the new Garchomp roared. As heartbroken as you were to see the Pokemon you knew and loved turn into something completely different, you couldn’t help but linger on your fate, finding the silver lining that really only your clothes were affected.

“So… I might not change, right? Huuuuuuh!?” Your heels suddenly shot upward, making you stumble into the woman to keep your balance. “Ahhhh! Are those?!” The clack of your footwear and your struggle to stay upright made it undeniable… your white tennis shoes had turned into shiny black heels!

You gulped hard. It was okay… so long as your body didn’t change, it was fine.

“There’s gotta be a way to reverse this. To turn my Pokemon back into themselves and my clothes too?” You were nervous as June’s eyes scanned your body. You knew she was looking for some evidence that your body was changing like your clothes, but she wasn’t going to find anything. You were fine!

“There’s no reversing it until someone else defeats you and becomes champion, I’m afraid. When you’re Cynthia, you won’t want to change back either, and you’ll fight like you’ve been champion all your life… It’s how I felt while I was her, and you will as well.”

“Can you stop talking like I’m going to turn into Cynthia!?” you suddenly realized her eyes were resting on your head. Noticing this made you pick up on the slight tingling that was pricking all over your scalp, and it made you panic as your hands shot right to your head.

“W-what is it?!” Your hands touched hair that felt silky and soft. You were unsure if it had always been that way or not, but June’s next words told you something that couldn’t possibly be true.

“Your hair, turned blonde…”

It made you angry hearing her say that, there was no way that was possible. Your hair was brown!

“Stop lying! It’s not– Wait– Ah!”

Your heart pounded. Pounding so hard you could feel it across your scalp. Each pulse brought with it a ruffle from your head, your hair pushing out with each beat as it slowly inched over your ears.

“N-no way!”

It grew faster as your heart pounded harder. You quickly realized June had told the truth as the blonde locks swept into view, the hair caressing your face as it grew thicker and longer to your neck and around your shoulders.

It wasn’t stopping. No matter how many of the silky strands you held in your hands, all it did was pour over them, dropping down to your chest and still growing.

If you were really turning into Cynthia, it wouldn’t stop there, so you hoped that it would, knowing that if it grew longer, you’d be forced to accept your inevitable fate.

“C’mon, please stop growing.” You whined as you grabbed fistfuls of your hair, feeling it skirt down your back, the mass of hair heavy on your head as it came to rest below your ass.

“See… I told you.”

You had the proof all around you. You had her hair. Now, the rest just had to follow…

“Please, June, there’s uhhhn~ gotta mmm~ be…”

You could feel subtle movements on your face as you tried to find a way out of your situation, the constant twitch of your lips and uncontrollable flutter of your eyelids distracting as you suddenly felt your lips swell, your average lips turning red and puffy as they gained size on your face. You felt like your eyes opened the widest they ever have on their own accord, feeling gentle tugs on your lashes as they grew heavier, your eyes growing big and alluring in moments.

“Mmmmmuhhh~” Tingles danced across your face as it’s entire consistency was altered, any blemishes became a thing of the past as it paled and flexed, your jaw snapping narrower as your eyes slanted and became more sexy than cute.

“Hnghh.” You groaned as your nose crunched and reshaped, feeling your eyebrows slim to skinny arches above your brown eyes that gradually changed to a light grey with the blonding of your eyebrows.

It only took one touch with your hand to feel how much softer and smaller your face had become. Even without seeing it, you knew that you had the face of Cynthia, and could only imagine the shocked expression that you had stretched across it…

“J-j *Cough* June. Can’t *Cough* you turn *Cough* *Cough* back on *Cough* the Ditto waves?! Ahh, my voice?!” Your throat felt incredibly tight as it bounced in and out of Cynthia's calm and mature pitch, your Adam's apple wobbling as it struggled to stick around until it sunk away from your narrowing neck with your final cough, leaving it an easy match for your head.

“I’m sorry… I can’t. I have no access to the waves. They only fire one time while we’re in this room.”

You clenched your shoulders as they started to narrow, the uncomfortable grinding they were doing making you twitch as your arms and torso cried out in weakness.

It was like someone was draining you, your arms and torso diminishing in size by the second as your clothes grew loose, only to re-size to your slimming body.

You gasped out a small moan as the hands gripping your shoulders pulled themselves slim and elegant, your nails curving to Cynthia’s perfect crescents.

“Hunnnn~ oooh nooo nghhhh~” You clenched your chest harder as your pecs got sensitive. This was what you were dreading about the whole thing, the part when you really start turning into a woman! You let loose a flurry of moans as your long fingers pressed into the softening, sensitive flesh of your chest, your areola growing with the size of your nipples as they began to jut from under your shirt.

“Mnnnnuhh~” Despite your internal apprehension about the squishy and sensitive tissue that bounced under your fingers, an absentminded smile crept onto your lips as more of it filled your hands, your soft breasts jiggling with each grope from your elegant hands growing bigger and bigger as the small things grew with each passing moment until they stretched the v-neck tight across them and left a valley of cleavage squished together in the center.

You cooed as your cock strained against your pants, your waist building up a pressure that felt it was about to make you…

*GASP*

A convulsion from your core made you inhale sharply, your waist and ribcage drawn in with one swift motion to leave your waist curvy and toned and your hips crackling to catch up. You could feel your body maturing into Cynthia’s, her womanly curves creaking your back forward and your hips out, causing you to moan as your balls pulled tight and your cock pulsed hard in your pants, your body almost naturally bending at the waist to allow your hips to fully pop outward with a loud crunch.

Too caught up with your changing body, you looked up to see June’s horrified face, your lewd actions causing her discomfort, but how was it your fault? You were the victim here. It’s not like your wanted to have all this… “nughhh~” fat swelling your ass and “mmnnnh~” your thighs. The soft jelly-like flesh stretching the pants behind you and submerging your hands that gripped your throbbing member and caressed your balls till they…

“Ahhhnn~!”

Popped up inside you…

You yelled an orgasmic moan as you felt your cock shrink, pulling out from your grasping hands and heading rapidly to your pelvis.

Your body was lost in waves of pleasure like you were cumming as it pulled smaller and smaller, finding its way into the folds of your blossoming Cynthiahood. You fell to the ground on your side, feeling your calves slim into lithe forms, your heeled feet kicking lightly as you ran your skilled fingers up and down your new sex, your other hand putting pressure on one of your breasts as you squealed out in your newfound Cynthiahood, your hips gyrating as much as they could as you bucked your hips into your long fingers, the light penetration making you moan loudly as you came as Cynthia, feeling your juices coat your panties as you laid there for a minute in bliss.

The final pieces of the Ditto waves came to fruition as warm fur wrapped itself around your neck and on the cuffs of your sleeves, small decorations finding their way into your long hair as you got your feet under you with a clack from your heels and faced your transformed pokemon team, your legs a little weak from your orgasm.

“Team, we may have found ourselves transformed, but let’s make the most of it! We are the new champions, after all, so let’s carry our title with pride!” you yelled out, your hand on your hip.

You weren’t sure where this new confidence in yourself came from, but it beat strongly in your chest. You were still you, of course, your new assets slightly distracting with the small cries of your male mind that just basked in their pleasure, but you were going to fulfill your duty nonetheless!... maybe get some ice cream first, though.