BEING BIANCA (POKEMON MASS TWINNING) (Patreon)

"Soooorry~ Cheren! I really couldn't get going on this without your help!"

"Shouldn't you be more self-dependent by now? I'm worried about Juniper's work."

Bianca seemed extra clingy to him, though he could easily write that off as just her excitement at seeing him after so long. Sure they'd talk but between his running the normal gym and her own work studying Pokemon left them often having blackouts for months at a time. But having her here in person certainly felt different than a video call, Cheren barely containing the blush on his cheeks as Bianca leaned forwards, her top low enough for his eyes to peek at her cleavage.

It didn't help he had been having dreams of her; detailed, perverse dreams. He supposed he did have a crush on her, though the frequency and ever increasing detail of Bianca in them did fluster the more academic-focused leader. Honestly he had almost jumped at the chance to see her again, part of him yearning for her presence, not that he'd let her know though as he did his best to remain professional.

"Doooon't worry about Juniper. She's really super happy with all my choices in research! It's just a loooooot to go through y'know Cheren? Papers and videos and files, and I wanted to share the results with you first. Wanna get sorting?"

She kept rubbing her fingers on his shoulder suggestively, nearly snuggled up to his chest as she stared at him expectantly.

"W-Well I... Let's just start."

Why was his heart beating so fast? He had to push away from her lest she feel the proof of his current arousal, Cheren feeling almost feverish with want as he hoped the dryer academic work would settle his embarrassing erection. Bianca just smirked at the splotches of orange forming on his blue jacket, his shoulders already starting to work and shift as if there was an awkwardness he was trying to work off.

Somehow the papers only made it worse, Bianca's messily jotted down notes a struggle to work through. He brought his own pen for corrections like he was correcting a badly done challenge form, his neat script zeroing in on every error, though seeing so many of her messy letters gradually caused strain on his eyes, pressure pulsing behind them in a way that made his lids droop, or maybe that was the added length to his lashes. Three pages in and his own neat script was beginning to bleed over, breaks in the cursive, tiny cramps rummaging through his fingers as a nervous energy infected his unused left hand. There was a warm jitter as his fingers began to tap, clacking nicely with their longer nails, a few subconscious sighs showing a general enjoyment as his fingers thinned joint by joint, Cheren rolling his shoulders as a continual ache resolved to a more general arousal as his shirt awkwardly rested on his rounding frame.

"Oooh so pretty. You always were better at this kind of stuff."

He nodded, his cheeks thoroughly warm, shifting awkwardly. There was this odd trembling in his cock whenever she spoke that was distracting, his breathing less controlled. In truth his script wasn't that neat anymore, his palms losing all callus as they softened, Bianca giggling as she sat next to him with a remote. She cuddled tight to his right, which made Cheren groan. A part of him wanted to send her away so he could focus but his heart was pumping, Bianca's presence so nice as his right arm sweated out its muscle and mass, cuddled soft and plush as she rubbed against it. Cherena did his best though, continuing to correct in a mix of print and cursive, his letters scratchy as he moved to the fifteenth set of reports. It was beyond his understanding, some complex theorizations over Munnas and the dreamyard and it was hard to focus with Bianca so close, a moan escaping him as his shoulder popped inside his now soaked dress shirt.

"I'm just gonna go over these logs from Fennel if you don't mind."

"F-Fennel? I thought we Nggh I thought you were working on this by yourself?"

His throat felt a bit tight, his slender fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as the pressure behind his eyes grew, each rub gradually molding the ridge of his brow flatter, his nose perking as he groaned.

"Oh she helped at first, but now it's juuuuuuuust us. It's my Magnemite Opus!"

He just nodded, finding it hard to question Bianca too hard while the room seemed to twist under him, his eyes squinting at the next document, a lab experiment whose details were worming into his memory as individual strands of blonde tickled his cheeks.

"Day One of the Subconscious Sharing Module! Thanks again Bianca for giving this a try, I can't wait to make our lovely Juniper impressed hehe. So as said you're the sender and I'll be the receiver. It was so vivid! Erm anyways the words you sent were 'glasses' 'Cheren' and 'reflection'. If that's right then we're ready to move onto the next phase. C'mon c'mon you know it works just try to share it all with me and we'll revolutionize the world! Hehe Cheren... Huh? Sorry did I say something that was odd? I'll check in five days but let's start saturating the dream world with science!"

Bianca and Cherena both gave an embarrassed groan once Fennel said his name, their pitches matching as the sinking lump in his throat popped, his irises flecked green as he tried not to get distracted. So many labs to go through, so many theories to proof. His hair was a messy mix of black and blonde now, the blonde tufts softer and more curved as his eyes scanned the blurry pages. He had to strain now to read, his brow flattening as his forehead tensed in a series of pleasant crumbles. The red bridge of his glasses was warping the longer he stared, his eyes flexing as each forced squint raised their size. Focus he had to focus he had to be Bianca and focus. A warm trickle seeped into his boxers as he gave a light giggle, continuing to read as the logs continued.

"Day Five of the SSM"

Fennel was already a bit overexcited about science, but there was an airier lilt to how she was speaking now, Cherenca's ears perking as the stems of his glasses reddened.

"It's really surreal Biancaaaa~! Ooh oh s-sorry it's an odd tic. S-sensory overload from all the BiancAAAA~! Rrgh let's just call you B okay? It's been suuuuuch a success! Not just raw data but emotion and intention! We won't just revolutionize communications we'll change interpersonal relations forever! Now as for any side effects I have noticed a slight mmm~ throbbing between the eyes."

Cherenca's eyes finished growing, fully green as they struggled to see through his lenses, the tops of his frame gone as only a red square covered the bottoms.

"I think my eyes are getting better too! Had to change to a new prescription. I went to your optometrist hehehe erm sorry that isn't critical data. I've also noticed an increased intellectual curiosity. All my own work seems so much more interesting, fresher somehow, though my lab coat's not quite fitting me right... Not that I'm complaining right Biahhhncaaaaa~? Ooh I f-feel a bit warm gonna end this one for now but lets keep going BiancAAAAH~!"

Cherenca groaned, his nipples throbbing, both of them pert as he glanced up. His matching square lenses had restored the world to its proper clarity. He hadn't paid much attention to the first log, but something seemed different, Fennel's top button undone, a noticeable presence at the chest though nothing major. She had bothered him a few times so he did wonder if maybe she was stuffing her bra since he remembered her as being flat, well waaaay flatter than her cherrims any-

"Oooh mmm~ ahh~?"

Cherenca's chest throbbed again, a noticeable flex against his dress shirt, the hard nips rubbing nicely against the sweat-sodden fabric as he opened his legs, another warm dribble of precum trembling out. Did Fennel always have those blonde highlights too? They looked so cuuuuute~! By now the blonde was over half his hair, the theories less abstract, his frame so much slimmer as his chest panted up and down from the constant shocks of arousal. He felt so hot, seeing his jacket now looked just like Bianca's, the thought making his cock twitch, his head dizzy, slipping it off as Bianca continued.

"Let's put the next one on. It's one of my favorites. It's one of yours too riiiiiight?"

Cheranca nodded thoughtlessly, twirling one of his stray chin-length blonde locks. There was only so much you could go over the same kind of experiments, tuning Munna frequencies, sensory deprivation tanks, all those hours spent floating in that dreamy space sopping wet, letting the flow of the subconscious enter her over and over and-

"Hyaaa~!” Cheranca mewled cutely, cumming with a weak thrust, his hips creaking as he shifted back and forth, his pants so tight on his legs. It felt stifling, the paper he was working on fluttering to the tabletop as he squirmed, trying to let some of the heat escape, his eyes glued to the screen as Bianca leaned on a shoulder, her fingers running through his hair as it all turned blonde.

"B-hiiiiiaahhhhncaaa~! This this isn't riiiiiight..."

Despite her not saying it, Cheranca knew somehow that it was day eight, entranced as Bianca continued to snuggle with him, his cheeks rounding with a caress of her hands, his jaw soft and slack as her hands slipped lower. Fennel's hair was almost all blonde, a few messy bits of purples much longer than the other blonde tresses. Her lab coat was pulsating like a living thing, orange and black forming. One of Fennel’s hands seemed glued to her breasts as she rubbed in circles

"Uhhhm my head just keeps thinking this is how it was? At first I thought I styled it like this but why the dark purple bits? D-Did I clip this ahhhh ahh no they're getting b-hiiigger~!"

Fennel's voice cracked, the last few purple locks turning blonde at the roots, the color streaming down to her chin before the locks separated and fluttered to the ground. Buttons burst off Fennel's shifting shirt, becoming vestigial features as the shirt's neckline plummeted to black and white separated layers. Her breasts were surging, the giddy scientist moaning as a noticeable damp patch spread. Her features were warped with pleasure, her pants turning green as her height seemed to be sucked into her breasts, her giddy moans interrupted with intermittent resistance. Cheranca found himself with his pants down to his ankles, not even realizing how close he was to jerking off to the transformation as he rubbed above where his pubes were now shaved to a tidy gold triangle.

"I-I- th-thiiiink w-we made it too pleasurable cause it's sooooo hard to fiiiiight it sis~ I mean part GAH AHHN AHH BIAHHHHNCAAAA~! OOH ooh I don't knoooow what'll hahhhppen when all this mmm~ arousal at becoming uuuuuusss~ fills th-the dream NNGH NO I'm F-Fianaca? O-Or a Fenn- rrgh come on it's like a Fennekin I'm F-B-Bianca? AHH AHHHN YESSS OHHH GAAAAAWD I CAAAAAHN'T I-I DOOOOHN'T WAHHHHNT TO RESIST IT I'M BIAAAAAAAAHNCAAAAA~!"

It was a much lewder sight than Bianca normally would be in, but Cheranca couldn't see a single thing left of the scientist that wasn't the bubbly aide wrapped around him, his panic dampened from the overwhelming pleasure acting like a prison in his brain.

He could have the thoughts that this was wrong, that he didn't want to become her, yet he couldn't act on them, becoming so much more submissive as she undid the buttons, her hands rubbing his skin smooth wherever she teased. The sounds of the former Fennel's masturbatory cries only added to the confusion in his head, hearing how good it was to become Bianca, to give in and feel Cheren's cock slide inside her-

"No N-Noooo I don't waaaant this! Why would y-OOOH~?!"

Bianca gave his sides a squeeze, his battle-toned core about as substantive as a ditto as she pulled it in a bit, his chest heaving as his pecs grew to unbearably tender a cups, another orgasm rolling through as he kicked off his pants.

"Ooh so cute Cheren. God I'm almost sad you couldn't resist it, but you don't want this? You didn't have any, oh what's a good dream joke to make?"

She squeezed his sides again, wrapped around, her hug feeling so strong to Chiranca as he squealed, his sides scrunching, spine breaking, a loud orgasmic wail of excitement and want leaking as fat thrust him forwards into an accidental kiss with Bianca.

Inside his head he was screaming even as his body reacted, their lips entangled, each squeezed pull together making his breasts surge as more memories seemed to suck down Bianca's hungry lips. As soon as he'd think of an avenue to possibly escape, their nipples would rub, their tongues would tangle, all his strategy and tact as a trainer cumming out explosively as his normal type, well she wasn't really much of a trainer that's why she moved more to experiments and ooh sci-

"MMGH AHHHN AHH~!"

His breasts finished growing, the last of his sperm spilled as his balls shriveled as he thrashed, Bianca staring with great interest as she watched his balls shrink inside with a wet slurp.

"Oh wow I wonder if you have to get rid of all that testosterone before you turn, things seem to be speeding up! You know, I coooould have already spread this out to everyone, but I wanted you to be the first guy to, w-well y'know."

Chianca did, so many memories spilling over, his crush on Bianca blurring back and forth, the lewdness of the situation doing little to stop the fluttering in his heart, Bianca slowly undressing.

"I-I dooooon't I'm nahhht yoooou I'm Biahhn~ Ahhh ahh stahhhp!"

She smirked, dropping the last of her clothes as her hands ran down his soft curves, her bare body gleaming in the lab's light.

"Awww come on Cheren you should have my memories. I don't know how to stop it. Even if I did, I don't want to. And you don't want to either huh? The way you're rubbing that thing... Might as well have luvdiscs in your eyes... Bianca."

Chianca realized he was stroking himself, clear fluids flowing as his index finger rubbed at his tip, pushing on it, his insides still churning as a growing heat stemmed the orgasmic flows draining his identity.

"Nooo~ y-you're making me do this! You're turning me-"

Bianca shushed him with her lips, watching his eyes droop slightly as his thighs spread open, her fingers massaging them as they began to plumpen.

"Don't be silly, soon-to-be-me. The dream world is a subconscious one. It's a world of desire. All those nights you spent dreaming of me, thinking of me... That's what you wanted isn't it? To be me?"

A flood of theorems was cramming into his head, his mind too hazy to form a rebuttal, Bianca too good at finding all his new weak spots as she pinched them into existence, his ass thick in her hands, the former Fennel's cries still going. He was drowning in Bianca, her notes, her theories, her thoughts, giggles starting to leak from his lips mixed with moans as his pillowy thighs rubbed against hers, their feet interlocked. The more he thought of who he was the more turned on he was, knowing it was Cheren's cock throbbing between his thighs, it was Cheren's thoughts bubbling out into warm blissful giggles. Cheren loved her so much, he loved Bianca, being Bianca, cumming into Bianca. He wanted to be... her? Oh yes her because she was Bianca Bianca Bianca-

"AHHH I-I THIIIINK IT'S G-HUUUNA OOOH OHHH~!"

Her brain popped just in time to feel her innards twist and split, her cock starting to sink as it spurted out clear fluids.

"Hehe w-well it'd be a shame to not do this while we have the chaAHHHHH~!"

They bucked together, Bianca and Bianca using Cheren's cock like a double sided dildo as they rolled along the couch, knocking a table over as experiment notes fluttered about, far less important than the physical results before them. They thrust like mad, their senses mingling, a flurry of fucking till who had been Cheren was becoming near impossible to remember, one of them fucking or being fucked or doing both, said shaft becoming increasingly useless as the pleasure built, its constant sink leading them to angle more and more till a clit rubbed against a stubby tip, the two grinding together till they felt a pop, the two Biancas screaming as they finished.

They gasped, the two girls panting, the only sign one of them had been Cheren being the shirt on her, one final shudder rolling through her as a copy of her hat formed atop her head.

"Oh that was wonderful! I can't believe so many people want to be us with just some suggestion!"

"Yeah I knoooow! Mmm~ though as nice as it was to live out a fantasy-"

"I'll take our cloisters over some blunt roggenrola."

"Heeey that even wins the type matchup! What a good metaphor me!"

"Well we aaaare pretty amazing right? And I think we've proven ourselves enough to graduate."

"Be our own bosses~!"

"In fact why be our own bosses when our own boss can be us? Isn't it time?"

The two Biancas giggled as they flipped the monitor to a live feed of an exhausted Juniper napping on her home sofa. Bianca handed over a recorder to her new twin, who graciously accepted as she started speaking.

"Theorem 63 in the Dream World. Even in unchanged victims, enough mental conditioning can quantum link our nervous systems. Requires subject to sleep. Should with enough proximity and stimuli create a fully mirrored subconscious state. Cheren- Ooh that was meeee! Took one week and gave in easily. Subject 3 in our trials has been subjected to Bianca dream remodeling for twice that! Other than her skin looking paler she's unaffected! Connecting subconsciouses."

A warm tingle ran through the two Biancas, a third a few buildings away joining them. They could feel the other's arousal, sense a fourth node on their subconscious network connecting as all three smiled. Juniper on screen rolled about in her sleep, her hair bun coming undone, her lips a little less pouty but overall still the same.

"AAAAlrighty~! Commencing stimulation!"

The Bianca group fingered themselves at the same moment, the two in the main lab watching as Juniper's hips jumped up from the couch, her face suddenly twisting as if in some kind of nightmare, though the audible moans made it clear it was a proper wet dream. It wasn't like they needed more encouragement, but seeing their mentor's features youthen to theirs, watching her thighs clench as her pantyhose turned orange, it all only served to fuel their fires, the fingering intensifying along with Juniper's moans, her sultry, mature tone gradually turning bubblier, her outfit orange and tan as she rolled along the couch cushions, thrusting, shrieking, waking up just in time for her breasts to shrink a tad to Bianca's size as one hand clutched her core, the other her head.

"NO NO NOOOO I-I'M YOUR SISTER! Agh no p-professoor OOH BIAAAHNCAAA~?!"

It went fast, all her memories and unneeded mass jettisoned down her thighs as a fourth Bianca soon came into being, collapsing back down to the couch as the quartet all came down from their shared orgasm.

"Ohh ohh yes. I'd say that's one more theorem proven. Well Biancas? Ready to get out of beta?"

There were rumors about the Dreamyard, people going missing in Striaton, mass psychosis of a similar dream shared by more and more as if hearing it was enough to spread it. N had his own suspicions, wondering if it was the work of a new Team Plasma offshoot, though what that had to do with a horde of blonde girls infecting peoples’ dreams he didn't know. Either way it was his mission to take responsibility for his father's organization.

As he trudged through the woods to get to it, a gradual pink mist formed, Munna and Musharna psychic energy saturating the area. He was wary of any hypnosis shenanigans, though it was eerily quiet, just the faint sound of Pokemon breathing out, almost lethargic, his eyes drooping as he continued on. He never even realized that mist was the result of thousands of yawns all being spewed in a slowly spreading haze.

N was unable to move, stuck in a sleep paralysis void, the slowly building giggles an ominous warning as dozens of the same girl, naked save for their green hats and glasses, smirked as they surrounded him.

"Oooh fresh research material!"

"I think we're getting the hang of more forceful takeovers."

"That breakthrough into the physical world is so close!"

"Ah but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Hiya there! What's your name?"

N wasn't sure how to react to the naked horde, their giggles a lot less threatening when seen up close.

"Ah N was it? That's a silly name. Who would name someone after a letter? No I think it's Bianca isn't it?"

"Yeah it's Bianca!"

"You're Bianca!"

The group of girls began to rub him, all repeating that he was Bianca as he was left motionless, only a few groans allowed to leave his lips as they stroked his cock, nuzzled against his sides, mouths kissing, licking, moaning the name over and over as his form trembled.

He didn't know who Bianca was, yet after what felt like ages of torturous pleasure it began to almost sound right, the name so cute and perky... like her.

"Mmph nghh ahhh~!"

Their giggles were growing, their weight shrinking him down, tongues and teeth nibbling his nipples puffy as they pulled, hands groping and spanking his rear as they continued to moan out Bianca Bianca Bianca. Their bodies felt so warm, so right, their perfect blonde hair nuzzled against his soft, girly waist, their svelte fingers digging into his plump ass, his balls rubbed in circles inside the sac as they slowly pushed them in, his body offering no resistance beyond the restrained spasms as he wanted to scream but could only take it as two of the Biancas went "boop" as their fingers slid inside.

"Bianca Bianca Bianca Bianca."

Their mouths were sucking on his tits, his cock eager for their push as he began to thrust, his lips kissed plump and glossy as his care for Pokemon became less spiritual and more academic. Though there was a greater love than that now, the bubbly infectiousness saturating his soft curves, his, no HER bubbly giggles letting her scream out her name as she joined the horde, thrusting into the hands and tongues pushing in her cock as she screamed out, "BIAAAAAANCAAAAAA~!"

Bianca awoke with a start, feeling a bit dazed, her panties a bit damp. What had she been doing again? Oh right she was leaving to find those Team Plasma guys! What they needed were numbers anyways and anyone who'd wear those ugly knight outfits must be pretty easy to convert. She’d better get going though. She had napped a bit longer than she had wanted to and there were still so many experiments to run that needed more Biancas to help!

"So what did you want to say to the world?"

Nate felt a bit exhausted, all those rumors swirling around must have gotten to him. It felt like he wasn't really in control of himself the last few days. He didn't even know what he wanted to say, the last few weeks filled with a restless dream of shadowy figures whispering around him, telling him things that faded when he woke up. The last few nights he had awoken to drenched sheets, making him wonder what the heck was going on with his body?

"Um I-"

"Are you relinquishing the champion title?"

"Did you have something to do with Plasma's third incarnation vanishing?"

"Any word on the mysterious dreams?"

What the hell would he have to say about any of that? He loved battling and he wasn't planning on quitting any time soon.

"I am not planning on being the champion any longer~!"

Huh? Why did he say-

"S-Sorry what I meant to say is battling is sooo~ important to pokemon health, but I prefer the science side of things hehe~!"

Nate was twirling his hair, turning it blonder with every nervous twitch. This was a national broadcast, he couldn't just take it all back if he didn't i-if he didn't...

"Th-That was a joke! My specialtyyy~! Nggh stop wh-what I mean is I want to be cuuuute~!"

He groaned as his lips grew puffy, his eyes widening as red rimmed glasses appeared on his dainty, pert nose. People were murmuring, lots of heavy breathing and nervous shuffling. If Nate wasn't too busy freaking out over his own body he might have noticed streaks of blonde starting to spread amongst the crowd.

"NOOO NO I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING I DON'T WANT then what's this if you don't really want this Bianca?"

His clothes besides his usual tights vanished, exposing his now hairless body to the crowd, his cock leaking as he hugged himself, moaning as the waves of attention seemed to link up, a building sense of connection to unbridled bliss as hundreds of unseen fingers were squeezing at his chest, his nipples thick and pink as they bloated. Please if he could only say what he meant if it just didn't feel so good.

"STAHHHHP I-I DOHHHHN'T WAAANT TO BE A BOOOOY~! OOH AHH YESSSS~!"

Watery spurts gushed out over the broadcast as his hands pressed down on the unwanted shaft, offscreen moans joining the audio clusterfuck as every member of the press didn't just watch him shove his cock inside, they felt it too, breasts bursting open buttons, tearing through shirts, Nata barely aware as his soft palms thrust against his shaft, desperately fucking himself with each push. Each inch was a few years taken over, stirring his insides as it sank to half length, his stomach clenching as all his adventure-honed muscle and tan collapsed into soft rolls of pinchable, feminine perfection.

His name grew more confused the deeper his cock sank, Niata trying to hold onto anything in his mind, his experiments, h-his sisters, agh no h-he was Nianta, Bianta, oh no if he said that'd be the end he could feel it but he had to he had to oh god it felt so good just just-

"IIIIII'M BIIIIIAAAANCAAAA~!"

One final squeeze of her member popped it in, her balls jabbed in with a quick fingering as bliss filled her brain. She came as a woman for the first time, then the second, her tits jiggling as she masturbated to an audience of millions, her mind compressing under the pleasure of Bianca as she stared out into the chaotic press seats. Men were desperately trying to push their breasts back in, some of the older reporters slipping out of their clothes as bare bottoms inflated, slits opening and leaking and gushing as the chaotic screams of people turning gradually rose to the same bubbly note.

She had done this, her change the final trigger for everyone in the region as it was only a matter of time now till the experiment finished. The last bits of who she was stared in shock, unable to process it till Bianca's hat popped onto her head, her connection node, millions of orgasms and screams and purifications into Bianca overloading what paltry resistance there was left.

Why, even the notion of resistance seemed bizarre to her after the fiftieth orgasm, such complete bliss, such knowledge and empathy and a connection to everyone deep enough to make every previous one in her life feel inadequate. What was she worried about? She was Bianca now and soon everyone else in Unova would be too. Though with a success this big, perhaps it was time to take her experiment worldwide.