As the years passed, my other gifts slowly revealed themselves…
I grew incredibly strong without any real effort.
Even as a child, I was two or three times more powerful than any normal kid, my small arms able to lift weights that left grown men staring in disbelief.
Once I began training seriously, that strength surged even further.
And by the time I reached adulthood, it easily reached nearly ten times that of an ordinary person, as if my body carried the raw power of a legendary Pokémon coiled inside human flesh.
My body developed faster and more impressively in every other way too, blooming ahead of everyone around me like a flower fed by secret fertilizer.
As by the time I neared adulthood, my cock had grown thick and heavily veiny, reaching a full twenty-five centimeters.
In this world where the average size was only fourteen centimeters, mine stood out as massively impressive, a proud, commanding length that turned heads in quiet wonder.
Not to mention I could make it grow even larger if I willed it, all the way to fifty centimeters.
But there was no middle ground.
It was either twenty-five or the full fifty, and pushing it to the maximum left me drained afterward. I would need a long rest before I could even manage normal sex again. That odd limit kept me from using the bigger size often.
My balls had not been spared either.
They had become unusually large and heavy, each one weighing around sixty grams. They hung full and low between my thighs like ripe, potent fruits heavy with strong seed, a constant, throbbing reminder of the strange cheats I carried.
Why did I get these weird powers? I often wondered in quiet moments, my hand lazily stroking my thick, veiny cock while I pictured all the filthy things I could do with them.
But right now… it doesn't matter.
I had been born into one of the richest families in the region, and that alone opened countless delicious doors.
One of those doors led me straight to her.
My family funded several cutting-edge Pokémon research laboratories, and it was there that I first encountered her.
A small cute Eevee.
Her soft brown fur looked almost unreal beneath the sterile lights, shining like warm velvet begging to be stroked.
Her bright, innocent eyes carried a quiet, needy warmth that made my young cock twitch hard inside my pants.
The scientists said she was unable to evolve, so they kept her locked away for endless observation, day after day.
The moment I saw her through the glass, something stirred deep inside my chest.
She's… perfect.
I want her. I want to bury my face, my cock between those soft thighs and make her moan for me.
I begged my mother for days, refusing to give up until she finally agreed with a soft sigh.
That very evening, Eevee came home with me.
At first she was shy and nervous in the vast mansion. She would hide behind my legs whenever guests arrived, only relaxing when it was just the two of us.
But every single night I sat with her for hours.
Soft, needy little "Vee~♡… Vee~♡…!" moans would slip from her throat as I used my tongue on her tiny, dripping slit.
I licked slowly, teasing every sensitive part of her body, until her small frame trembled and her tail thrashed wildly in pleasure.
…
Days Later…
When we finally went further, I realized how different Pokémon bodies truly were.
Even though she looked so small and tight on the outside, her insides were incredibly stretchy and welcoming.
She could take every thick inch of my massive cock without breaking, her hot, velvety walls squeezing and rippling around me like they were made to milk me dry.
And slowly, but carefully, our bond grew stronger and far more intimate.
Eevee began sleeping curled up tightly against my chest, her warm, furry body pressed flush against my skin, her soft fur tickling my bare chest every night.
While in the morning she greeted me by climbing onto my lap, her little paws resting on my thighs as she lowered herself onto my morning-hard cock, riding me with slow, eager rolls of her hips while sweet "Vee~♡ Vee~♡" moans spilled from her lips.
Sometimes she would wake me even earlier by licking my thick length with her warm, wet tongue, covering every veiny inch in long, loving strokes until I throbbed against her face.
Over time she became my closest and most precious companion, a quiet, steady, and incredibly lewd little light in my life.
When I finally grew old enough, I told my parents I wanted to leave home, go on a journey, and become a Pokémon Trainer.
They refused immediately.
I had expected the usual reasons: family business, safety, tradition. But that day, my father, who normally remained calm and distant, looked at me differently. His red eyes met mine, cold and serious.
They sat me down with a tension I had never seen before.
And then… they told me the truth.
Not a simple excuse.
Not a refusal.
But something far deeper.
What they revealed only made my blood burn more with excitement.
At that moment, I realized something.
This journey would be more dangerous, more ruthless… and far more rewarding than I ever imagined.