Adaman was off doing some scouting at night in the usual rotation, finding it important to do the basic tasks even as the head of the Diamond Clan. He never wanted to be one of those sit down and stay back leaders and it barely felt dangerous these days ever since that odd traveler had been sent to them from the powers above. He was a bit jealous to see the odd gear the traveler had with them, the floating slate thing especially tempting when he had heard talk of future tech. The idea of skipping ahead multiple generations had been promising, but to recreate the device would require breaking it and there was no guarantee they’d be able to fix it. So imagine his glee when in the middle of the night, Adaman spotted a familiar rectangular gleam lighting up a chunk of the bog.
“Didn’t she mention she dropped a spare one when she first arrived? She seemed very protective of her godly gift so I should really… heh yeah right as if I’d let this chance slip by!”
He dashed towards it, happy no one else was around to get in his way as he approached the glowing light. For a second he worried it might just be a wisp or maybe some electric type playing tricks, but as he approached it, he recognized the blocky, impossibly slender shape. Sure enough it was one of those selphos things the traveler had occasionally mentioned, though there was the problem of how to use it. It was shockingly light for all the power it held, Adaman restraining his excitement just enough to not break the thing as an odd message flashed on screen.
Time Has Not Been Set. No Satellite Connection. Would You Like To Revert To Factory Settings?
It took a moment for the words to make sense, Adaman’s eyes shimmering as the glow imprinted inside, a slight twinge of discomfort in his temples as his cognition was altered to not notice anything odd with more modern Japanese, his irises looking a little larger and sparklier as he saw on screen two buttons for yes and no blinking.
“Hmm, is this an invitation from the great Dialga? It’s talking about time. Is it possible this could give me a glimpse of the future? Surely this is all fine then, since it’s not like those Pearl Clan dullards would get such a message. If a traveler could get blessed by a god above, then surely Dialga is looking down on me, blessing this HRRRRK~!”
His thumb tapped the yes option, a sharp buzz radiating up the thumb as it scanned his fingerprint, leaving a soft tingle on the skin that spread to his whole body as the screen’s light brightened rapidly. Adaman had no time to even regret, time itself speeding up around him rapidly as he stumbled seeing the sky phase through day and night till the sun was a blinding blur, great steel structures rising in the distance as the swamp around him was draining. When it finished he felt winded, gasping as the full body buzz was integrating itself deeper, a nice flush to his cheeks as he glanced around. Did he just-
Date And Time Set. User Anomaly Detected. New Model Found. Begin Backup?
The year on screen was so far ahead of when he had left he had to read it three times just to wrap his head around how far into the future he had traveled, not really paying attention to the rest as his thumb accidentally double tapped the same spot. Another zap launched into his thumb, but rather than discomfort there was an oddly soothing trembling to the joints, Adaman not even minding the jolt as he cooed, ignorant of the glossy sheen topping his thumb and running up the bones, making it flex as it wriggled and thinned that felt like a series of annoying cricks working themselves out as the jolt ran up his arm and into his head.
He shivered with a smile, eyelashes thickening as he suddenly had an understanding of the selpho- the cell phone, twiddling his fingers in excitement and mindlessly cracking his knuckles, more of that enjoyable buzzy release subtly smoothing them over as they lost the calluses of decades of manual labor and outdoor living, each nail clear and glossy yet still short enough to not raise any alarm bells as his palms pulled in to better grip the phone comfortably in their smooth new size.
He didn’t question it, never one to sweat the small details when he had something he desired right in front of him. The design was tremendous, feeling at home in his hands, unaware they had been redesigned to fit the screen as contact furthered the influence of the device, Adaman rolling his wrists as the muscle thinned, his body feeling hot as he slipped off his bulky robes, bandages loosening from his right as an appealing softness emerged from the hard muscle.
“This is incredible! I feel like I have the power of the gods in my hand! And these things are common? The future is amazIIIIINGH~?!”
As he scrolled through the apps, enjoying the memories of how to use each that were downloading into his widening irises, a different kind of shock ran through him the moment his eyes landed on one with an odd set of ringed circles, the center reflecting light as he knew immediately it was a… camera. That word bounced nicely in his mind, Adaman openly moaning as his cock pressed against his loose pants, a fascination for it making him tremble as he rolled his shoulders, a few satisfying pops adding to the arousal as he opened the app for the first time. And yet it felt familiar, the screen turning to selfie mode which made him bite his lip as he saw himself in the frame, feeling completely in control even if it was an inferior camera quality.
FLASH
Without thinking his thumb fondled the trigger button, a sharp cry leaving him as he came from the selfie, groaning as the dampness ran down his rougher hewn fabric, the cum pulling the threads tighter as it pulled tighter to his legs, denim forming from the material as he looked at the selfie. It was a bit of an awkward one, one eye twitching, tongue lolling and his skin looked a bit oily, his upraised tufts of hair feeling a bit awkward for all the negative space they demanded to fill the frame. He stroked it with his loosely bandaged arm, groaning as the tingles filled his scalp, his messy stuck together tufts quickly shedding their oily texture for something softer, the spikes smoothening into a domed flatness that pooled against his cheeks in a variation of a bowl cut, the singular blue tuft snaking over his right eye looking stylish as he giggled in a way he’d never have just a few moments before.
FLASH
“Uhhhngh ahhh gahhhhht it~!”
It took a lot of self control to just smile at the camera as he snapped another, Adaman not even caring that he was cumming again, flicking to the serene smile that plastered his face as he exported it to another app for tweaking. First came that oily glare on parts of it, Adaman adjusting the color levels, groaning as each tweak felt like the rest of his skin was being tuned up. Simply lightening his complexion and adding a smoothing tool felt orgasmic, his entire complexion lightening to match his arms as every inch of skin was scrubbed clean of hairs and scars, the roughness of living from his time period vanishing like his tossed away coat as his groans quivered upwards, his skin peachy and perfect for pictures as his now denim bound cock gave another squirt of bliss. Yet that wasn’t enough for him.
There was still something… off about his face, Adamin normally one for taking natural pictures without much post processing… at least he thought so though didn’t he only just… Well that didn’t matter. What mattered was how weird his face looked. Thin lips, blocky cheeks, the faint scar on his left eyebrow gone yet there was a gap in that overly bushy eyebrow too. That’d usually take a lot of edits to fix, yet if he just tried the filter tab he’d maybe-
CRUNCH
“OHHHH OHHHHHHH YESSS OHHH DIIIAAHHHLGAAAAAA~!”
He didn’t mean to select a genderswap filter, his fingers drawn to it without thinking, not letting him even make the choice as the phone tumbled from his hands as he squealed. It was a good thing the area he had been transported to was still out of the way by the swamp, avoiding the public show he’d otherwise be making as his features were shaped and tweaked to perfection. Whatever small inklings of something being wrong hardly compared to the utter bliss of his skull shifting, lips blubbering as his voice cracked, the discerning tech enlarging his eyes, tweaking and replanting his brows, his lips making a moist pucker as even his gold and blue neck ring wasn’t spared as it flattened into a black choker.
For a few moments it choked him as the oxygen deprivation made the downloading timeline have an easier slate to work on, his eyes flickering as wing tipped mascara accented the flickering shutters of his large, captivating gaze, his shoulders finishing their inwards winch as he squealed in a voice dripping with feminine appeal. Yet above all the overwhelming sensations and odd noises echoing from his head, what mattered most was the realization he dropped his camera, Adarin’s panic only cutting into the pleasure briefly before he saw it floating ahead of him, showing off his perfect selfie as he made a frame with his slim fingers. It all felt right, this habit of framing the world, setting his phone on automatic though a smart phone camera had only so much appeal. Still such a good pic of himself… he should share it to all his fans.
For just a moment the flickers of awareness realized something wasn’t right enough to resist, Adarin trying to figure out what was wrong. Clearly this device was making him better, yet why would he have fans? A part rationalized that the Diamond Clan would still persevere even this far down, all the villagers under him definitely falling into that category since he’s always posting about how much he loves Dialga and those cute- He felt a bit dazed, already on his fourth orgasm, crucial blood flow pooled under his erect cock as he stumbled about, barely seeming to notice the way his loose bottomed pants were sealing against his calves, skinny jeans further pressuring his cock as he wavered between apps.
This would be his first post, yet he had such a large account already didn’t he? That didn’t sound right yet as he flicked to one of the multiple social media apps on his floating phone, a face scan automatically started, more tingles filling his head as the little authenticator whirled and turned into a checkmark, logging into Perrin’s profile which didn’t sound right, yet the phone was insisting he looked close enough to unlock. Just like camera and photography earlier, that name echoed inside.
Adarrin purred it as he shivered, hugging himself as his bandages slithered apart, some strips condensing into black bands on his right arm, others into a white scrunchie on his left for when his hair got in the way of a viewing angle, but most of them squeezed right below his shoulder and slipped under his shirt, making him squeal as the tight white fabric flicked and rubbed his chest, teasing his nipples like the settings circle on his camera.
The tenderness was addictive, the phone still floating as he swiped back to camera mode, looking at himself as he pulled his shirt up to see the white fabric sliding over his chest like a woman’s chest bindings. Once it had wrapped around his other arm and thoroughly made him moan from the constant rubbing underneath, he pulled it up, a bit of embarrassment filling him at the lewd sight of his own… wait, why was that turning him on?
They looked swollen, Adarrin not often thinking of his chest beyond his own physique when he flexed, yet even just pressing a finger against the thick, pink nub left him gasping, his damp crotch hard again even with the last few minutes of orgasms. That feeling of eroticism didn’t gel with his normal feelings being topless, a few warning bells weakly ringing in his head on how wrong it was that… that… he was so flat? That didn’t seem like the thing to focus on, yet it was bothering him, Adarrin knowing all the ways to really push up and accentuate his girls, putting the timer on a countdown and bunching his hands under as he leaned forwards and scrunched-
FLASH
“AHH AHHHN YESSS~!”
The selfie flashed, the angle exaggerating their heft as the photo trickery became reality, his pecs flopping downwards as clear domes, his spine arching slightly as the accented pose locked into place. And yet they still felt too small, his tent still clearly visible when he looked down when he felt his line of sight was usually a lot more covered up. Plus it was so tight, Adarrin unbuttoning the top of his jeans, teasing his cock out from the panties, still in a daze as he criticized that last selfie.
Was he even trying to accentuate them? His back barely leaned back and it was like he was clenching the outline rather than really making the cleavage pop. Besides, a straight angle shot was hardly the best he could make them look right? He had the phone raise higher, a fifteen second timer counting down as he let it shoot high angle, really leaning back till it ached, squeezing the modest domes together to get that nice valley of-
FLASH
“OHHHHH DIIIIIAHHHHRCEUUUUS~!”
The camera was on burst mode, Aderrin’s worship of Dialga becoming more generalized as he came with every snap, the ache cricking into his natural resting state while his tits grew, his releases getting thicker as his exposed stomach squeezed into the frame. Now this was more like it, his tits properly blocking his view as his cock unleashed pound after pound, his hips shaking left and right till his whole core squeezed into a toned tummy he just loved showing off to the world. The static in his head was clearing up too, any sense of wrongness fading with each bright flash as he posed topless, appreciating every curved bit of his physique, the way his tits flopped over his arms, their areolas stiff from all this attention, his own moans egging him on till the flurry of pics had finished, enough lewds to fill a small gallery of himself, though something was still bothering him…
FLASH
“Nnngh there weee gooo. Kn-heeew I was ah ahhh~ big enough…”
He smirked, angling it back to the first setting, a perfect guiding line from his slender waist up to his thick chest, the pooled fabric and serene blush adding to the inherent eroticism of the pose. It just hadn’t felt right that he looked so flat earlier, his girls more than big enough to stand out.
Still, something wasn’t quite right. Why was he out here in the middle of nowhere posing topless? He was forgetting something, remembering a village, some kind of excitement that wasn’t just the horny kind. He had finally been… Uh… Something about the future? Future of his career maybe? Yeah that’s right he hadn’t been feeling as passionate about photography recently so that’s why he hadn’t been thinking about branching out into lewds. Some more self confidence, plus he remembered so many fans always talking about his midriff and body whenever he- Ah the fans!
Scrolling back to the sharing app he glanced at the string of lewds he had just taken, blushing at the thought of posting them, b-but that’d just get his account taken down. There was the cute selfie he had taken what felt like ages ago, all touched up and ready to send as he moved to the description. Well… he could gauge some interest first. “Felt cute today and maybe a bit naughty. I know it’s been a while but if this pops off maybe I’ll get the motivation to take another.” He sent it, wondering if anyone’d even care after so long… running a clan? No, that stuff felt like those ancestry surveys he’d taken a while back. Huh? No that wasn’t the past that was his-
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ
“OOOOOOOH~? AHHH M-MY AHHHSS WHAT’S- OHHHH~!”
Immediately something buzzed against his cheeks, stuck in the loose back pocket as it drilled into his hips. The sensation was nonstop, not taking long for a thinning squirt of cum to douse the forest floor, Aderrin groaning as his bottom began to bloat. He knew that feeling, the sensation of a post popping off, his recent share generating a ton of attention and it was all smacking against his ass and thigh, the back pocket of his jeans filled by another phone as each like and reshare surged into his bottom half. It didn’t take long for his rear to start squeezing against the denim, his releases thinning with each outwards spread of his hips, hands fumbling with the belt as he had to loosen it one loop, then another, his cries reaching a fever pitch as his ass cheeks sucked in his half changed panties, making them look more like a thong as they wedged up his giant bottom.
“AHHHHRCEUS THEY R-HEEEALLY LIIIIKED THAT- GAHHHH~!”
The immediate gratification kept diving deeper, his thighs rubbing together as the denim felt tighter by the second, the rough fabric really chafing against his smooth fatty stems as his physique gained a Lopunny shape. While one hand struggled with the clasp to his belt, the other rubbed below his navel, the notifications making something deep inside quake as the former leader of the diamond clan ironically felt his space warp. There was a loud, palpable squish as he squealed, his prostate spreading open to fit with the times, the seams of her jeans starting to strain as she came till every last trace of her ancient seed had been spent, her poke balls utterly empty as she squirmed inside her jeans.
Derrin was forced to undo the belt entirely before her hips snagged any further, only able to get them halfway over her ass before his thighs really stuck to the crumpled legs. They squeezed together tightly, her moans hitching as something inside her tugged while her thighs added to the internal pressure, two weak spurts exiting her extended viewfinder as her two spent cartridges ejected anything they had before shoving so far up her load in area she swore her camera’s internals had to be ready to break.
POP POP
“YESSSSS OHH FUUUUUCK~!”
Well if she was lacking passion before, she had definitely found the pleasure in photography all over again, groaning as her slit leaked down her thighs, the string of her panties really dug in as she felt around for what felt like an external vibrator at this point from how constant the notifications were. She glanced at the floating phone, confused at first what it was even doing there, the sleek design and large screen clearly not her normal phone, but it was already perfectly positioned, Derrin way too horny to sweat the small details as she angled her ass to the camera, timing it as she posed for the lens, already knowing she got the perfect shot before she even heard the camera-
FLASH
She couldn’t believe how many likes just that selfie had gotten, so she could only imagine how big this next one would blow up if she shared it. Seemed she had a knack for self portraiture which shouldn’t be too much of a shock. It was all about posing, getting the right moment, making sure you filled the frame with the subject’s appeal and Derrin was feeling very appealing, though something was still not quite right. Maybe it was the picture quality? Even if she was using some kind of souped up new phone, nothing beat the analog quality of a real camera, her rod twitching as she imagined taking a nice low angle shot with her usual piece, unsure where she had left it as she uploaded her barely TOS friendly-
Final Update Required. Device No Longer Fits Timeline. Last Chance To Revert Before Factory Reset Wipes Old Data. Please Confirm Final Reset
Wait… update, timeline, reset. Something about those words… Didn’t really matter to her at this point did they? Derrin cared a lot more about seeing the notifications and comments, already feeling her back pocket buzzing even faster from her first racy selfie, tapping yes so she could just get on with-
“UHHNGH What the… Oooh my heeeead…”
She dropped the newer phone, her temples throbbing as the godly device floated down to the ground, the casing beginning to warp as her merged consciousness got a deep clean, like a full SD card being ejected as her cock continued to throb. She snaked out her normal phone, about to check Ask Joy for migraine symptoms when her ears popped as if she was climbing down from a mountain, Perring left panting like a wild pokemon in heat. There were so many comments on her new photo, some mocking her for the fundoshi panties, even more asking for the front to go along with the back. Well, she did like showing all sides of her subjects…
Normally she’d put more thought into this, but the heat was impossible to think through, her own body just as hot as the former phone overheating on the floor, the flat shape bursting out as her own calves and feet did the opposite, metallic grinding and muscular pops echoing as Perrin felt weak in the knees, both of them cracking inwards as the need for another pic grew hard to resist. It didn’t help how familiar the other phone was becoming, its bulk sucking away the size from her ankles and feet, the streamlining of her toes making them squeeze as the frame spread to the thick rectangular form she knew and loved, the flat lense cracking out as it extended to a thick telephoto as hard and stiff as the cock awkwardly straining below. Even in her pleasure addled state, she knew she didn’t just want to half ass it, trembling as she picked up her trusty camera, excited to capture her own beauty in the highest definition possible, though she’d have to lower the mm, a telephoto frame way too-
“GAHHHH AHHHHHHN YESSSS~!”
She nearly dropped the camera, her hands gripping on for dear life after that first twist at the base, her cock mirroring the lens as it gained ridges along the shaft, her tip and middle both twisting as they penetrated each other, the base slipping in as she winced under the pleasurable assault. Thankfully she could use her camera with her eyes closed, the settings part of her muscle memory, Perrin feeling pent up as her cock continued to shrink from 70 mm on down past the 30’s. She needed this pic, needed to see how perfectly she could capture herself, the arousal building as her cock squashed itself inwards further and further, her teeth clenched as the lens could retract no further with a hard click.
Perrin’s ‘cock’ was more like a nested nub just barely outside of her slit, the tip bulging red without the means for release, pleasure zones as magnified as the field of view as the compressed shaft buzzed against itself, that need making her cheeks flushed and her body on edge as she just knew she had to catch what surely must be an expression of ecstasy on the verge of madness. She set the timer, putting the camera on its side, leaning it against a rock, the scrape of her thumb on the shutter button fondling the nub as she pressed it down.
SCCCCHHHHHL~
Why did she make the timer so long? Her body on fire, the nub slipping under her panties, the remnants of her former self’s fundoshi turning to a sleek black triangle that pressed against the receding bulb of cock, one hand pawing at her crotch as she was desperate for release, the other rummaging under her top as she touched herself all over, trying to cum and only barely remembering the photo she was about to take right as the timer reached-
FLASH
SHLICK~!
She screamed after the shutter snapped down, the edges of her hood doing the same to her tip as it snapped into a clit, Perrin finally feeling a proper release as thankfully the more tasteful moment was captured instead of the proceeding minute of her fluids squirting all over as her face twisted into the most shameless display of taking pleasure in her work that for sure would have gotten her account banned if she shared them. Arceus she needed that, what ‘that’ was kind of nebulous as her timeline finished acclimating to the present day, Perrin cleaning herself off as she hooked her phone up to her camera and made sure she wasn’t about to get banned if she shared it.
No cumming, no nipples even if you could see some underboob, her palm was covering up the drenched cameltoe and her hand was between fondles so it was just kind of in between her bust. Beyond the lewd expression and clear gleam of sweat that she could tone down in editing. Fuck she was good at this. Honestly the pic was already so hot she spent another few minutes fingering herself to her own turned on expression, slipping her phone under her bra so the still constant notifications could pleasure her up top as she came again and again.
It took a while for that to get out of her system, and while her phone was still going off like a Chansey Egg vibrator Perrin scrolled on her socials, a bit annoyed that the back shot was already her most liked pic shared compared to her nature work, but at least it showed everyone was enjoying this foray into fanservice as much as she was. There was no point in flooding the page while the others were still blowing up, so she scrolled the for you, already seeing some lewder entries in the mix of her normal photography related posts. The algorotom worked fast. There was just one odd post that caught her eyes from a history page about the Diamond Clan.
“Ages ago this clan worshipped Dialga and was considered one of the two major powers in ancient Sinnoh. However all sources point to a great collapse once the promising head of it went missing back in the year-”
Perrin sighed, clicking the not interested option, focused more on the present than some stuffy history, happy her passion for work had come back in full swing as she waited to share that last pic.
Who knows, a few racy pics in between her normal work seemed like a great way to blow off some steam compared to the subjects she usually had to wait hours on to get the pose she wanted. Already ideas were flooding in on how to show off her own appeal, Perrin practicing some poses to add to her body of work. It was getting her excited knowing it was just a question on when and not if her next post would blow up, the former clan leader already proving no matter how much she had changed, she still knew how to get a following.