Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face
Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone.
Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job.
I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.
"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."
He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.
I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.
I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.
Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.
I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..
Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross.
I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.
Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.
Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.
I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.
It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.
I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."
I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.
A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.
To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.
It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on.
"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."
I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.
"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"
It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"
I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.
"Can you make my dad be like this?"
The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.
It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.
"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"
Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.
I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.
"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"
"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"
Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.
I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.
I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole.
Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.
Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?"
After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."
Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world."
I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.
--------5 Months Later-----------
I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.
Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.
It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.
Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.
"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."
I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.
"How about a little reward for my Honey tonight."
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