Sibling Training - Maylene TG

Little Theodore was a very happy boy. Living in a quiet neighborhood with his parents and two siblings, the 8-year-old could be described with just a few words: Pokemon fan. A VERY big Pokemon fan. Like most kids his age with access to a portable Nintendo console, the boy was practically obsessed with the small critters and the various games. He even kept a small collection of Pokemon memorabilia; from plushies to DVDs, and some games that were almost as old as him, if not more. His most prized ones, however, were the Generation IV games. He first got them as a gift from his aunt, and since then, he played them day and night. Playing Pokemon Platinum, he couldn't be any happier. However, there was one small setback to his daily routine. That being his older brother, Mitch.

Mitch was, one could say, kind of a jock. Ever since he got into high-school, he had become almost fanatical when it came to sports and fitness. Day by day, he trained his body to its limits, and he had practically set new records in every category for his school. But that wasn't enough for him. It never was. Soon, he moved to college, where he joined the judo team, and helped lead them to victory over several tournaments. Even after graduating, he continued to participate in several competitions, and was an assistant trainer at a local martial arts gym. He was happy, too. However, things got more complicated when Theo came in.

Despite his best efforts, Theo simply could not connect with his older brother. It could have been due to the age gap, a whole 21 years of difference. Or it could also have been due to a certain incident involving a treadmill and Mitch hoping to make Theo into his "worthy successor." A broken leg, and several scoldings to the elder brother later, and little Theo swore he'd never, EVER even get near a gym, or participate in anything sports-related. It had definitely left a sore spot on both siblings, and things only got worse once Theo got hooked on the Poke-mania. Every other day, Mitch reminded their parents how their little boy would grow "lazy", "wimpy" and "slothful" if he stayed plugged to his "Nintendo" all day. And not a day passed in which Theo didn't hear those same words from the same person as he came back from work.

Luckily for the boy, it seemed his older sibling was the only person to constantly nag him over his games. His favorite auntie had recently gotten him, in her own words, a very special Jirachi charm. It was but a small figure of the Wish Maker Pokemon, tied into a necklace with a black string. So why so special? When he asked her that question, the woman simply chuckled before gently stroking his hair. "If you make a wish with all your heart," she said. "Then little Jirachi here will grant your wish!" The boy looked at the figurine with amazement, before giving his aunt a hug. Since then, he wore the charm every time he played, believing it'd bring him good luck.


No more than a few days later, and Theo was once again playing Pokemon Platinum, his eyes glued to his console as he paced back and forth through the hall. He still had a few days left before the holiday break was over, and he wanted to make use of every single second of it. "Go, Empoleon! Finish him off with Surf!" the boy shouted. Vocalizing his battles was just another part of his gameplay routine. After all, what better way to let out his imagination as he played, than to fully immerse himself into the game? At least that's how his parents rationalized it. "Yeah! Another score for Team Theo!"

The child's victory dance, however, was interrupted by the doorbell ringing through the house. Seeing as his parents were gonna be at work until later in the evening, and his sister was away in a business trip, there was only one possibility left. And it wasn't going to be a good one. With a heavy sigh, he went to open the door. Just as expected, it was his brother; dressed in his red tracksuit and carrying a blue sports bag over his shoulder. Upon seeing Theo holding his Nintendo 3DS in one hand, the elder brother looked at him with contempt.

"Theo," he said, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his tone.

"Hey Mitch," replied the boy, with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "How was your day?"

"Same as always, wimp." Mitch then pushed his way in, causing Theo to stumble and almost fall to the floor. The boy simply groaned in annoyance, as he closed the door and followed his brother.

"Hey, at least apologize!" the boy said, as he entered their shared room. His brother, however, didn't seem to pay attention, instead dropping his bag over Theo's bed (again), before taking out several articles of clothing from it and throwing them on his bed. He also took out a towel, a small bottle, as well as what appeared to be a change of clothes.

"No time, squid." he said, once again pushing the boy out of the way as he ran into the bathroom to change. "Need to start my workout! I'm already late because of some losers back at the gym."

Theo put on the angriest face he could muster, already tired of being constantly ignored. Nevertheless, he had to swallow his anger for now, as he sat down on the floor next to the bathroom, continuing to play while waiting for Mitch to come out. After a short wait, the elder brother finally came out, now wearing shorts, a grey sweatshirt, and some running shoes. As soon as he exited and turned to the hallway, he saw his little brother angrily glaring at him, looking expectantly.

"Now what?" he growled. The little boy simply crossed his arms and started tapping his foot, still waiting for something. Mitch, however, did not have the patience for this, and simply shoved his brother to the said, holding a towel over his shoulder and making his way to their gym.

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" shouted Theo, pulling on his brother's sleeve to get his attention. "Why won't you apologize?!"

Theo started regretting his actions when his brother immediately turned around, his angry scowl and large size only adding to his intimidating aura. Already towering over Theo by a couple of feet, the elder brother leaned forward to face the boy directly, causing Theo to step back nervously a couple of feet.

"You want me to say 'I'm sorry'?" said Mitch with a mocking tone. "You know what? I'll apologize...the day you get off your lazy bum, and start doing something productive with your life!"

"But I'm only eight!" replied the boy, sweat beads rolling down his forehead.

"So?" said Mitch, pulling back and crossing his arms, his expression once again showing disdain. "I used to do plenty of stuff when I was a kid. I didn't waste my time playing with Pokeymanz or such nonsense. In fact..." In one swift motion, Mitch snatched the 3DS from his brother's hand.

"Hey! Give it back!" the boy yelled, as he futilely tried to grab the item from his brother's grasp. The young man, however, simply laughed as he held the console beyond his brother's reach.

"It's time you man up, ya know?" he said, putting the 3DS in one of his pockets. "Try working out sometime. It'll do you body good, unlike this garbage." With that, he turned around, and continued on his merry way down the hallway. Theo was furious. He was already fuming red, as he tightened his hands into fists, looking down to the floor. How could he do this to him? WHY did he have to be such a meanie? Why?

Tears started streaming down the boy's face, and it didn't take long before he started sobbing as well. He ran back to his room, throwing Mitch's bag off from his bed before jumping face first into a pillow. He cried and cried, feeling completely powerless against his own brother. No matter what he did, this would just keep happening every day. Even talking to his parents didn't work, since no matter how much scolding they did, Mitch was back at it the next week. It was useless.

"Why can't I do anything?" cried the boy, hugging the pillow tightly as he kept sobbing. He turned around, angrily looking at the ceiling, while the entire argument ran over and over in his head. However, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. On the wall next to his bed, was a poster of Pokemon Diamond and Pearl, which he got along with the games. It showed the cover Legendary Pokemon Dialga and Palkia, as well as the eight Gym Leaders of the Sinnoh region alongside their signature Pokemon.

He took note of one of them in particular: the Fighting-type Gym Leader Maylene. While he couldn't compare her to Mitch, she did sped a lot of her time training to become stronger, but unlike his brother, she did it to become a better Gym Leader, and to understand her Pokemon better. She didn't use her strength to bully those weaker than her, and she was a very nice person.

"Why couldn't Mitch be more like her..." the boy said in between sobs. "She's kind, she likes Pokemon, she tries to understand others..." The boy then turned back to the ceiling, covering his eyes with the pillow and trying to will himself to nap. "I wish Mitch were like that..." As Theo drifted off into sleep, he failed to notice the charm around his neck start to glow.

To Mitch, converting the storage room into a personal gym for the entire family was a long-term investment. Of course, it was him who used it the most, even if his parents and sister used it from time to time. It had just the right tools for a perfect training regime, at least for him: several small weights, a treadmill, and a sandbag. For punching and kicking, you see. Still, he already had his routine prepared in advance, and was currently running several laps in the treadmill.

"That kid really needs a lesson..." he said. He had thrown his brother's game in one of the benches, alongside his towel and water bottle, annoyed by his perceived laziness. He simply could not understand why Theo would waste his time in such mindless tasks, doing the same things over and over, and only training his thumbs. Still, despite all what he said, he felt a small pang of guilt. After all, he was still his little brother, nothing would change that. In fact, it only made things worse for him, as he couldn't stand seeing his little brother waste his life like this. If only he could connect with him better, but it seemed hopeless to even try.

As he kept running, his body began to suddenly warm up. At first he didn't think much of it; seeing how much he had run so far, his body was likely to heat up to burn all the excess fat. However, things started getting very warm, very fast. He began sweating profusely, wiping some beads from his forehead with his sleeves while still managing to keep the same pace. "Man, it's hot...didn't I turn the air conditioner on earlier?" said Mitch, looking towards the wall and confirming the A/C was indeed on. Then, why was he feeling so hot? It was insane; the heat was getting unbearable.

However, he did not dare stop. He still had a few minutes left of running for his training, and he was going to finish it, heat or no heat. In fact, he increased the speed in the treadmill, forcing him to increase his pace. As he did so, however, he noticed something strange. His hand was halfway covered by the sleeve; which was odd, considering the sweatshirt was usually slightly small on him. However, he chalked it up to heat-induced delirium, and kept running. The more he ran, however, the more his frame seemed to compress. It didn't take long for his massive height to decrease by over a foot, while his body seemed to lose most of its muscle mass, leaving him scrawny and thin.

Having shrunk so much, Mitch was having a hard time keeping his clothes on. He was practically swimming in his sweatshirt, while his shorts were dangerously close to dropping to the ground. Even running was becoming more difficult, since it seemed like his shoes had gotten roomier in the meantime, almost causing him to trip on several occasions. "Ugh, this sucks..." he said, not noticing how his voice seemed a tad higher, as he wiped more sweat away with his sleeve. By now he had to roll them up to even see his hands. "I can't go on like this! I'm done with running!"

With some slight difficulty, he managed to turn off the treadmill. His scalp suddenly started itching, as he could feel hair tickling the back of his neck. He absentmindedly started scratching it, although the itching just wouldn't stop. "Man, I need a haircut soon..." he muttered, not noticing the fact his black hair had not only grown longer than usual, but had also started lightening to a more reddish tint.

Mitch started making his way to the benches, when a sudden cramp on his feet caused him to fall to the ground, his ill-fitting shoes slipping right off. Unbeknownst to him, said cramp signaled the final changes to his feet; as his arches rose higher and narrowed, each of his little toes growing longer with a pop and pointing inwards. Each foot grew slightly wider as they cracked down a couple sizes, leaving Mitch with petite, feminine, yet strong feet. He stood back up, noticing his shoes strewn on the floor. With a shrug, he pulled his socks off, leaving him barefoot.

"Ah, much better!" he said in a much more feminine voice, playfully wiggling his toes with a smile. "They do say it's healthier to go barefoot." He went and picked up his discarded shoes, before making his way to the benches. He grabbed a towel, trying to wipe out all the sweat on his face and torso. His chest felt funny as he patted it with the towel, for some reason. Nevertheless, he was still mildly annoyed by how hot his body felt, even after having stopped running. "Must have overdone it a bit again..." he said, taking out his small water bottle and gulping down, hoping this would cool him off.

As he drank the refreshing liquid, his body once again went through a reverse growth spurt, losing yet another foot in height. His clothes now looked comically oversized on him, like a kid wearing way too big hand-me-downs. His shoulders, now peeking out of his sweatshirt, cracked down and rounded to a more feminine shape which matched his slim arms. A small pressure began building up in his abdomen, as his waist started to cave inwards while his stomach flattened and grew taut.

"Ahhh! That's the stuff..." said Mitch, putting the bottle away and stretching his arms. He still felt a bit hot, but the water did a good enough job in mitigating that. "Alright!" he shouted, standing up and pumping his fist. "No time to rest! Time to move into-" Mitch immediately heard the sound of cloth hitting the ground. Looking below, his shorts were now pooled around his feet, no longer able to cling to his lither body. Even his boxers were barely hanging there. Completely unamused, he simply shrugged it off, stepped out of the shorts, and kicked them away.

"I should really get some new clothes soon," he said, his voice now undoubtedly a girl's, while looking at his flat stomach. "All this training is making me thinner. Soon, none of my clothes will fit me!" While Mitch pondered on possible future trips to the mall, his haired finished its transition from brown to bright pink. And while his hair had grown long enough to be shoulder length, it also seemed to naturally curve to the sides, ending in large curls at the end. His forehead, on the other hand, was left relatively exposed by very short bangs.

"Well, no time to complain now," he said, making some warmup exercises with his arms. "Time to lift some weights!" Mitch then ran towards the corner, where he had set a few benches as well as a collection of small weights for use. He couldn't understand why, but not only did he not care about being practically half-naked right now, but he also felt a powerful surge of energy run through his body. He felt ready! He felt strong! He felt like he could take on anything! It was a youthful burst of adrenaline, which he hadn't felt in years. And he loved it!

He was so eager to get on with his training, that he immediately went for the rack with the weights. He picked up a couple of dumbbells, not even looking how much they weighted, and immediately started lifting them. Up and down, up and down, he seemingly ignored everything else as he quickly repeated the motions over and over. And apparently, his recent routine seemed to have immediate results, as every muscle in his body tensed and grew stronger; arms and legs growing well-toned while retaining a feminine and lithe appearance. What little fat remained in his body after his training, however, seemed to redistribute itself. Part of it went to his thighs and ass, which grew slightly thicker and larger, respectively, but not by much. The rest moved to his chest, which only grew ever more sensitive. Fat deposits grew ever so slightly as his nipples darkened and puffed up, pectorals turning into two small mounds. While they didn't grow too much, Mitch was left with a healthy, young A-cup chest, and a well-toned body.

It took him a few minutes before his constant movement irritated his chest. He put both dumbbells down, and scratched his chest to alleviate the itching. Something he immediately regretted, as it only left his chest even more sensitive. "Ugh, must be a rash or something," he said, wiping some sweat from his forehead, as he reached for the dumbbells again. Now that his adrenaline rush was over, he noticed something about the small weights. With how much ease he had performed his earlier routine, he assumed he had picked a lighter set. What he held effortlessly in his hand was his heaviest set. And he never noticed until now. "That's...odd. I didn't know I could do that much, that quick with these," said Mitch, examining the dumbbells carefully to make sure he hadn't made a mistake. And yet, no matter how he looked at it, these were the heaviest weights he had.

"Well, I guess all those months training paid off!" he said, smiling while happily flexing and examining his arms. He then dropped both dumbbells to the floor. "Well, no more use for these, then! Time to hit the sack...literally!" Mitch strode all the way to the small "arena" he had set up in the back of the gym, where a large red sandbag was hung. He grabbed a couple of gloves from a nearby locker, put them on, and got ready into a fighting pose. "Alright...time to kick this one out of the park!" he said, a confident smirk on his face, before dashing forward and performing a powerful spinning kick.

For the next few minutes, Mitch continued his assault on the poor, defenseless sandbag. Each kick was meticulously coordinated and carefully aimed; each one striking at what would be key weak-points on a person's body. "Gotta...! Keep...! Up!!" said Mitch, as his body once again started to heat up from all the work his body was doing. "Almost...! Finished...!" Mitch's words couldn't ring truer, and not in the way he meant. As he kept moving around the sandbag and practicing his kicks, his hips, already rounded thanks to his larger thighs, began expanding with audible cracks. With each kick, they grew wider and wider, which allowed Mitch's legs to bend more and his kicks to reach further. He simply dismissed it as a result of his training, oblivious to how his hips were growing to girlish proportions.

"Come on...one more round!" he shouted, kicking and kicking the sandbag. However, for this "final round" he decided to mix things up a bit, by not only continuing with his kicking practice, but also throwing some punch combos into the mix. It was a sight to behold, as Mitch's body moved with the fluidity and grace of a master martial artist. Each strike was seamlessly followed by the next one, all done in one fluid motion. The sudden rush of adrenaline blinded Mitch from the final stages of his change, as his testicles pressed tightly against his groin. With a wet popping sound, both testes burrowed deep into his body, nestling on opposite sides of his pelvic area as they changed function and transformed into a pair of ovaries. The rest of his reproductive system also started changing to match, but to Mitch, all he could feel was the rush of fighting, and a tingling feeling near his groin. He just couldn't be bothered with it!

Even as the tingling became much stronger, this time focusing on his now-smaller penis. It suddenly grew erect and sensitive, before it promptly began shrinking. With a wet sound, a small slit opened up underneath it, and his empty scrotum began shifting to cover it, becoming the folds covering his new gender as it transformed into labia. His nub of a penis then started retracting into the slit, shrinking and nestling into its new position, sending foreign sensations through Mitch's body. Mitch, however, was unfazed, as he prepared his final attack.

"Time. To. Finish this!" he said, slamming his bare foot on the ground, and pulling his fist back in preparation. His muscles tensed, his now-pink eyes shot open, and his member completed its transformation into a clitoris, officially making Mitch a girl. "TAKE THIS!!" With one mighty cry, the new girl threw forward a powerful punch, putting all her strength into this one strike. It all happened in an instant, but the force of her punch was so great, that when her fist connected with the sandbag, it was sent flying straight into the wall. The girl simply stared befuddled at what she had just done, before her expression changed into one of pride and joy. "ALRIGHT!!" she yelled excitedly, jumping in celebration while pumping a fist into the air. "That was a wonderful training session!"

The young girl wiped the sweat on her forehead using her oversized sleeves, before taking a look at herself. "Ugh, I'm all sweaty now..." she said, walking towards the benches. She removed her large sweatshirt, leaving her with only a soaked undershirt and her boxers, before picking up her towel. Unfortunately, she had already used it more than a few times, making it useless for cleaning herself. She threw the towel back in disgust, before noticing the discarded 3DS on the bench. "Hey, ain't this Theo's game?" she said, examining the console with a nostalgic smile. "Well, might as well give it to him. I need to fetch a change of clothes, too."