A few days later, I was mostly recovered. Still had a few scars though. Bites on my shoulder, scratches on my sides, kinda looked bad ass to be honest.
I looked at my face in the mirror with a wry smile. Brown eyes, short black hair that was recently cut, slightly tanned skin with some freckles on my cheeks, a short, trimmed beard… My chest also had a few scars here and there, less hairy than before due to wear and tear, I actually had decent abs for the first time in my life and thankfully I didn't give myself a hernia in the process. Though it sure as hell felt like I might have had one… Maybe Mew fixed it with telekinesis when I wasn't paying attention?
My dark-tan dick looked like it survived a blender. Just kidding, it wasn't quite 'that' bad. But there were still a lot of small and large scars. Some Poke-pussies are a lot harder to fuck than others. I didn't grow taller or grow any extra limbs, but I did look a lot stronger and healthier overall.
"Handsomer." I looked at the tall and sexy blonde-haired woman who walked up behind me. She pressed her large tits against my back and hugged me tightly, pressing her chin on my head and smiling, "You look pretty hot now, Kiddo. A shame you're my cousin, heheh~!"
"Mew, if you're gonna fuck with me, you could at least try to make it realistic." I rolled my eyes and complained, "This is what she looked like in a photo-shopped pic from a decade ago. Now she's had three kids, two husbands, smoked, drank and gained at least a hundred pounds. She never looked this hot even back then. Plus, she had a lot of tattoos even back then."
"This is how she 'could' look according to her genes." My 'Cousin' smirked, "If you get me pregnant like this, our child will look like the perfect version of your cousin."
"Is that how the Joys and Jennys work? They're actually human-shaped Pokemon, right?" I reached back and squeezed her ass, my fingers digging into her cheeks. I could feel my cum leaking from her anus. Morning sex, though it's actually like noon.
"In 'my' world, yes. I don't know if there are other Pokemon Worlds. If there are, then they might have different rules…" Mew ran her hands across my chest and down my abs, "When a creature or even an object receives enough 'Energy' and a 'Soul', it can become a Pokemon."
"So you're trying to turn me into one?" I snickered and turned around to face the tall, sexy woman. My hands gripped her wide hips and her large, pale breasts were pressed into my face. They smelled surprisingly familiar. Not like Mew, but like… Well, my Cousin, when we were much, much younger.
I know this might not mean much coming from someone that fucked his own daughter, but no, I never did anything like that before. Though I obviously thought about it before. I had more than one hot cousin growing up. But that was growing up… They all did drugs, smoked, drank, had kids, experienced life, got older…
I did none of those things, except aging of course. I had my own health issues, just like anyone else, but they weren't caused by my own actions for the most part. But ever since Mew came into my life, everything changed. She was 'changing' me. I knew it from the start, she just never said it outright or so obviously before.
"Mew-mew~!" She hugged me tightly and stopped speaking English, but I could still hear her 'heart' between those huge tits: "Sooner or later~!"
I reached down and squeezed her thick ass cheeks again, my cock couldn't help getting hard in this situation. It was totally normal, right? Your wife suddenly transforms into the idealized shape of your sexy cousin, it would be weird if you didn't get a boner when your cock was so close to her cunt. Smelling her scent. Feeling her breasts suffocating you in her blissful embrace.
When my dick stood up, my tip was just barely able to make it an inch or two inside of her entrance. I pushed her over towards the edge of the bathtub and she sat down, spreading her legs and allowing my cock to slide inside a bit, but…
"Mew-mew~!" She moaned as I stole her 'virginity' again, in this new human form. Mew released my head from her tits so that I could look up and see her pretty face. Those blue eyes looked at me playfully, reminding me of my childhood. No, when I was a kid, she was only a few years older than me. I guess our body sizes were always pretty different, huh?
"You're such a fucking pervert and I love it." I snickered as I realized what she was doing to my brain. I didn't mind. She just showed me some distant memories that I'd forgotten by now. The times I saw her naked, the times she touched me a little too intimately, the times I imagined she did more than that… When it comes to memories, it's sometimes hard to distinguish fact from fiction.
"Cuz, mmn~! Your cock is bigger than I remember, a lot bigger. Mmn~! Yeah, fuck me harder!" She spoke in a voice I was familiar with, even though I hadn't talked to her in years. I sucked on her left nipple and drank her milk, with my hips moving on their own. She grabbed and squeezed my ass, pulling me in, over and over again.
"Maybe this form is more familiar? Heheh~!" She got smaller, younger, to the point where she was actually shorter than me. My Cousin still had decent sized breasts, but her face was much younger looking, chubbier, a little unfamiliar, but also somewhat more familiar. Mew brought me back to childhood memories I don't even remember anymore. Maybe they never existed in the first place.
"You always like pretending to be a little girl." I snickered and watched her tits jiggling with every thrust. Those blue eyes were filled with lust and ecstasy, her cheeks flushed red and if I wasn't holding the back of her neck, she might have fallen backwards into the tub.
"I am a little girl, Cuz." Mew giggled and grabbed my waist, wrapping her legs behind my thighs as the clapping noise echoed in the bathroom for the next ten minutes.
Eventually I slammed inside of her tight, 'virgin' pussy for the last few times as I finally came. The two of us were breathing heavily. She had reddened skin all across her neck and chest from exertion.
I gently caressed her cheeks and kissed her supple lips. We made out for a few minutes before I felt something. Sensed something.
Then I turned around and saw the source of that tingling sensation in the back of my mind. 'It' was just standing there… Staring at the window above us… Ominously. Almost like it didn't notice our presence at all. Or maybe it just didn't care.
"When did the egg hatch?" I whispered to Mew, who was still in the form of my young, teenage cousin.
"Mew mew." She shrugged her shoulders and turned her pretty blue eyes to the Gothita on the floor.
My daughter had a very large and round purple head. The black hair on the top was pulled up into a somewhat weird looking nub. There were two white bows on the sides of her head. Below that were no ears. She had two big, vertical oval eyes, with bright blue irises that had no pupils. Those hot-pink lips were thick and slightly pursed. She didn't have a nose. It was very eerie.
Below the head was a normal sized neck, attached to a tiny body which was 'dressed' in a black and white onesie that covered everything, including her nubby hands and feet. The torso was fairly rounded as well. Finally, there was a big white bow tie in front of her neck.
"Gothita… Baby, umm, I'm glad you were born, er, hatched… I'm your father and this is your mother…" I looked at her and spoke, but I don't think she heard me. She has no ears. How the fuck can she hear anything?
"She's not listening to you. And she can hear your thoughts if she's actually paying attention." Mew spoke in the form of my cousin and then transformed back into a genderless floating pink cat, "Mew-mew~!"
"I'm not just gonna leave her here. And besides, I came in here to take a shower. I can't just transform into a Mew to avoid worrying about personal hygiene."
I sighed as she laughed at me. Then floated out of the bathroom to most likely go play video games. She didn't want to deal with her newest daughter at all. Totally irresponsible.
"Baby, where did you get those clothes from?" I picked my daughter up and she finally seemed to notice my existence. She was smaller than 1'7" on the Pokedex, probably because she was just hatched. Probably about 10 inches tall at most, maybe shorter. She had to fit in the egg after all.
"Okay then." I sighed, then stared into her strange blue eyes for a few minutes. She just kept looking at me. Still blinking of course. It wasn't a staring contest. She just kept staring… Ominously.
"So… You need a name besides Gothita. How do you feel about… Uh, well, why don't you pick your own name when you're older?" Even though I asked that, I knew she didn't hear anything I said. She was Psychic. Evelyn used her powers immediately after Evolving, but this girl… I don't know what the fuck is going through her head at all.
The three Eevee Eggs haven't hatched yet, but that kinda makes sense. At least in the Games, Gothita hatches faster than Eevee. I think?
"Okay then…" I said it again, because I really didn't know what else to say or do in this situation. Pokemon aren't humans. Even a real Baby Pokemon, isn't the same as an actual baby. From the moment a Pokemon is hatched from an Egg, it already has a lot of genetic memories and supernatural powers. They can generally understand languages and know how to use a few Moves already.
"Well… Are these clothes or part of your skin?" I couldn't help being a little curious. I pinched the material with my right hand and pulled it a bit. She didn't react. At least it didn't seem to be painful. But then I very gently touched the ribble on the left side of her head…
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Baby. It's okay. Don't cry…" There were tears falling from her eyes and her face scrunched up in pain, but she didn't make any sound. She was still staring at me though, even when her eyes were filled with tears.
"I love you, Gothi, okay? So don't be sad and don't cry. Everything is fine. Right?"
It took about ten minutes of me hugging, rocking and cuddling her tiny body against my chest for the little baby Gothita to calm down. But she still just kept staring at my face…
Then I smelled something and looked down… She pissed herself. Like a real baby. That fancy clothing wasn't waterproof or anything. She was literally born wearing it, but it was like normal 'cloth'. I sighed dramatically and had to carefully take her weird onesie off. I was afraid of hurting her, but there's no way I could leave it on. When I saw her body, it looked purple and somewhat human? There was a belly button on her chubby torso, she had nubs instead of hands and feet. She had elbows and knees, with obvious human genitalia.
"Okay then." I said it again, because I didn't really know what else to say. She just kept staring at me as I cleaned off her dirty body. I was thinking about buying diapers for a moment, when I realized, "Wait, you can definitely understand me. But you're just not listening."
Gothita remained silent. My words were not very effective. I needed help from a professional.
"Evelyn~!" The moment I called her name, I heard some scampering down the halls and then saw the lithe giant lavender kitty-cat charging into the room. She almost stepped in the piss I hadn't gotten around to cleaning up yet.
"My sister was hatched already?!(Espeon?!)" Her tail was wiggling around excitedly and there was a bright smile on her adorable face, "Hi! I'm Evelyn!(Ess! Espeon~!)"
"Yeah, she doesn't really react to anything. So I need you to help me with your Psychic powers. Just… Teach her not to piss or shit herself at the very least. She's a Pokemon, not a real baby. She might be a newborn in a sense, but… Well, so were you a few months ago."
"Are you sure she's not autistic?(Espeon?)" My daughter tried and failed to 'reach' her sister telepathically, "It's like her brain is completely focused on memorizing everything about your face. She can't seem to think about anything else. Did you guys shake her around too much when you were having sex last night?(Espeon. Espeon. Espeon?)"
"I think that's just normal Gothita behavior, right?" I remembered the bed shaking a lot, but even before that, I was probably fucking Mew pretty hard when she had an egg growing inside of her… But that probably didn't matter.
"Anyway, we can't have her pissing or shitting all over the place. If she can't control herself, we're gonna have to buy diapers."
"Mother should be able to handle it, right?(Espeeon, on?)"
"Of course she can do it, but you know how your mother is…" I shrugged, "Anyway… Can you watch over her while I clean up this mess? Then I need to take a shower, brush my teeth, make breakfast-"
"Daddy, it's already after noon."
"Yeah, but your mother and I just woke up, so it's breakfast for us." I rolled my eyes at my silly eldest daughter, "Anyway, your eggs probably won't hatch for a while, so just watch after her for a few minutes. Alright?"
"Okay." She didn't refuse. I already cleaned the little girl off, but I would need to put her onesie in the washer and dryer…
Why the fuck did we pick a Gothita again? If she was a Ralts… No, that's fucked up. Shit, I need to avoid turning into my wife. She loves me because I can keep her from going completely insane. I'm like the last shred of 'humanity' in her divine soul. I can't let her corrupt me completely.
I can't have children just to fulfill a specific purpose or desire of 'mine'. That's definitely wrong. I mean, people do it all the time, but it's still fucked up.
If I want someone to clean my house and do annoying chores, why don't I just hire a maid or something? It's not like I'm poor.
Trust? Obviously I wouldn't hire some complete stranger. I have plenty of relatives that would probably be interested. With Mew and Evelyn, they could even be brainwashed, I mean, 'hypnotized' into thinking that everything around here is totally normal.
Hmmm… Ugh, that seems like a lot of work. And I don't feel like talking to my relatives, or anyone really.
Maybe I'm the one with autism?
I have been called autistic quite a few times… I'm not a psychologist though, so who the fuck knows?
By the time I finished cleaning up the mess, taking a shower and eating breakfast with Mew, Gothita's onesie was done being washed and dried. So I put it back on the little purple girl and sat in Evelyn's room, watching some Anime with my daughters.
"Ace~!(Esss~!)" Evelyn screamed and practically deafened me when she watched one of her favorite characters get killed off for character building of the MC, "Noo! No, he can't just die! Daddy, why would they kill Ace?!"
"It's okay, Sweetie." I consoled my daughter by petting her gently and then teaching her the secrets of copium, "If you don't want him to die, you can always just write a Fanfiction where he doesn't die."
"I don't wanna write a fanfiction. I want him to not be dead in the canon!(Espeon. Espeon~!)"
"I know, Evy, but you'll find that canon will almost always disappoint you sooner or later. Fanfiction will probably do the same thing, but at least it's only fanfiction. You can just say 'fuck this' and move onto another one that isn't so shitty. That's the key to happiness."
"Daddy, I have a better idea. If I have a son that wants to be a Flareon, I'm gonna name him Ace!(Espeon, esspeon. Espeon espeon. Essspeon Ess!)"
She looked at me with those bright white pupils and glowing purple eyes, with a serious expression on her lavender cat-face.
"Whatever makes you happy, Sweetie." I knew that she already jinxed herself, but I wasn't gonna ruin her mood. Am I superstitious? Yes, but superstitions are useful sometimes. Especially when it comes to this metaphysical bullshit.