I’m a worm farmer, nothing more.”‎‎”Don’t try to feed me shit like you do your worms,” the voice said.‎‎”You need to check your so...rces whoever they are I’m so clean I squeak. But my son and I plan to fuck your ass to the wall. I do assume we are both taping this so let me tell you what comes next. John and I go to the state police and demand an investigation. I will provide the bug and the copy of this tape. It was properly preserved for analysis. No doubt heads are going to roll.” I. He just smiled as I was jerking off."I'm not jerking off now. She sucked me off yesterday and I'm letting my balls accumulate a large load for our next meeting."A few days later Joey cornered me at school and whispered to me: "She called me and told me to skip school tomorrow and come to her house in the morning. I think tomorrow I'm going to fuck her! Please cover for me tomorrow by saying I was not feeling very well in the evening." OK, no problem. Just remember to tell me all the juicy. Bird cages, filled with exotic looking birds with brightly hued plumage, hung from the ceiling or were set upon stands everywhere Alice looked. Many of them were either whistling or singing softly. Tables filled the room, all occupied by a variety of guests.Nearest Alice a walrus slurped oysters from a shell whilst a rough man with crooked teeth gnawed upon a drumstick. Beyond them, a plump woman with bright green hair sipped wine whilst her companion, a pig wearing a smoking jacket munched on. Or will it? This story deals with the idea of humans being captured in Poké Balls. How Poké Balls capable of performing this came into being may vary. Perhaps they're a failed experiment, cast aside by a company like Silph Co.. Perhaps they're part of a bad batch of capsules, accidently distributed in mass. Maybe they're even an illegal item from the black market. Who you are also may vary. A human, accidently captured by your friend? Or perhaps you're that friend? Maybe you're someone more.