Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

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What can I say other than Ditto? Or maybe I can...

I looked at Delia and activated my mimic ability.

My body started to shift and contort, mimicking every curve and contour of hers. My skin transformed to match her complexion, and my eyes morphed into identical twin orbs. I was now the spitting image of Delia herself.

I could even feel the two round mounds on my chest.

Damn...

As for dear Dalia, her reaction was priceless. She did a double take, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at...herself? Her mouth dropped open, and for a moment, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. 

"D-ditto?" she stuttered, still trying to wrap her head around the situation.

"W-What the hell?" her eyes were gawking as she took in the reality of the situation.

Delia's eyes darted back and forth between me and herself, her expression growing more incredulous by the second.

"The one & only." I said, grinning mischievously. "The best Ditto this world has ever seen."

Her face lit up with apparent shock. "You can speak! Wtf? How is that possible?"

I chuckled, enjoying the drama. "Have you not heard of psychic Pokémon? They can also speak through their minds...what's so special about it?"

Delia's eyes went wide again, this time with surprise. "They can!?" she exclaimed.

I shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know exactly. I can only speak because I'm mimicking your human body. Gotta to say, your assets are incredible"

Delia's gaze drifted down to her boobs...um, mine now!

I couldn't resist the opportunity. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around them.

Gosh! I missed these fingers and thumbs.

I groped at her- I mean my boobs, marveling at their softness. I feel conflicted now...While they give pleasure on being touched, I feel icky from touching them myself. Still, I acted the part.

"Man, they're something else," I cooed. "So squishy and soft."

Delia's face turned bright red as she covered her chest with her hands, mortified, as if that stopped me from groping mine, "Stop it!"

I looked up at her, still fondling her...my own. "Yeah, they don't feel real, especially after playing with the real ones last night," I added, winking at her.

Delia groaned, looking like she wanted to crawl out of her skin.

I continued to molest myself, running my fingers over my own...ahem, assets. Delia looked on in disgust, but I just winked at her.

"You know what would make this whole experience better?" I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"A kiss from you."

Delia rolled her eyes. "No way," she said firmly, trying to shake me off.

Seeing her own body talking to herself was strange enough, kissing it? That would be so....ahem, snap out of it Delia! She scolded herself.

Meanwhile I persisted, my hand creeping down towards crotch. Delia's eyes followed it, and for a moment, we just stared at each other in silence.

Then, out of nowhere, I exclaimed, "I wonder what's inside there!"

Delia let out a sigh. "Okay, okay, stop. I'll give you the kiss."

I grinned triumphantly, but Delia was having none of it. She leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek, barely even a whisper of a kiss.

I pouted, feigning disappointment. "Hey! Not fair...,"

Delia shook her head. "You're a Pokémon, for crying out loud! How can you do these types of things?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I was born like this."

Delia looked at me incredulously. "Where is the innocent Ditto I had picked up yesterday? How did such a cute thing turn into such a big pervert?"

I chuckled, "Well, last night it wasn't me who was moaning like a pervert, being fondled by a slime," I said, winking at her.

Delia just shook her head, muttering something about needing a strong cup of coffee to deal with me.

Wait, last night...Delia suddenly remembered something.

Her eyes narrowed in on me like a sniper zeroing in on its target, and I knew I was in for it.

"Speaking of last night, should we talk about what your actions?" she whispered, her tone as icy as a winter morning.

Uh-oh, shouldn't have said that...I cursed my long tongue (literally!).

Trying to play innocent, I chirped up, " What last night? Didn't we sleep soundly? Your bed is quite good!"

Yeah, real convincing, Ditto. I mean, who doesn't love a good whistling solo while staring at the ceiling?

Delia's eyes turned into slits, her embarrassment and annoyance simmering just below the surface. "You know...last night...when we were all sleepy...you climbed on my chest...and t-then..."

She trailed off, hoping I'd get the hint. Yeah, yeah, I got it: you're trying to be subtle, Delia.

I shrugged, trying to look innocent (again). "And then? I don't remember much."

Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more!

Delia's face turned a lovely shade of crimson as she struggled not to lose her cool. Her eyes flashed with indignation, and for a moment, I thought I was gonna get a tongue-lashing (literally!).

But instead, she just started pummeling my chest with her fists.

Oh, Delia! You're so cute when you're angry!

Delia's fists flew at me like tiny pink meteorites, each one aiming to dent my body, but I already have a fluffy and soft protection against such attacks

*boing boing*

The boobs on my body just absorbed the impacts, jiggling a bit. 

"Ahn Ahn", I moaned with each attack, making Delia too embarrassed to continue. Take that!

Delia's face was now a deep crimson, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

She paused, out of breath, and looked at me with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "You're impossible."

I grinned, "Don't blame me! Blame the game. Tell me, did you hate it?"

Delia looked at the ceiling and for a moment there was no reply until I heard a quiet whisper

"No..."

I leaned in, trying to get the lowdown. "No what? No you liked it? Or no you hated it?"

Delia's face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she glanced around nervously, as if checking for any stray ears that might be listening.

Her voice dropped to a whisper again. "N-no...I mean, no one should have to deal with what happened last night."

"Hmm, looks like you weren't quite satisfied huh?"

Delia's eyes widened in surprise. "N-no, I didn't mean that!"

But I just kept going, like I hadn't heard a word. "Then I ought to rectify that."

I leaned in, my face moving closer to Delia's. Her lips parted in surprise as our mouths drew near.

One moment we were arguing, and the next, Delia's body was laying down on the sofa, with another Delia - that's me, mimicking her perfect features - kissing her lips.

For anyone who happened to glance over, it looked like two twin sisters were locking lips in a passionate smooch.

Our lips smashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues clashed, saliva mixed, and the sound of wet kisses filled the air.

My hand closed around one of her breasts, squeezing it gently as I fondled the soft flesh. Delia's eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a low, husky moan.

Her hand came up to rub my back, fingers digging into my skin as she pulled me closer. My own body shifted, my chest pressing against hers in a awkward, yet intimate way.

My other hand started to fondle the other breast, squeezing it softly as I kneaded the flesh. Delia's moans grew louder, more insistent, and her hips began to rock against mine.

My hand continued its exploration, moving down to Delia's nether regions. I touched her tenderly, expecting a reaction.

But instead of pleasure, Delia let out a loud "Ow!" Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed my hand away.

"No, no, no! Don't touch that," she said, her voice firm but with a hint of embarrassment. "It's still... sensitive from last night."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mystery. "Sensitive?"

Delia's face turned bright red as she spoke in hushed tones. "From when you, ah, played with me down there. It's still tender and swollen, so I don't want your... hands near it right now."

I chuckled, unfazed by her prudish language. "Okay, okay. No touching the secret garden for now, then."

I backed away, giving Delia some space, and we both sat there in silence on the couch.

Delia finally broke the silence. "So, do you have any name, or are you just going by 'Ditto'?"

I thought for a moment before responding. "Honestly, I never thought about it. I don't think I do."

Using my name from last life doesn't really feel right to me. I mean, it wasn't really a great life to begin with, so using that name would mean carrying all the weights over to this life.

Delia's murmured a slight "Oh.." before she fell silent again.

I spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, how about you give me a name?"

Delia looked at me skeptically. "Me? Why can I?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, why not! And hey, I could even call you 'Mom' too..."

My words seemed to hit a nerve, and Delia's face turned bright red as her cheeks and ears flushed.

I added, trying to be playful: "Or how about 'Hubby'?"

And that's how folks, I got my first session of spankings in this world.