Jack's drowsy brain couldn't fully interpret what happened, but one minute he was in that ball prison that moved like a boat and the next he was in a strange environment, one that looked more familiar but also more hostile. 

"Where am I?" he said to himself while getting up. And then he freaked out, shocked by what he saw after a quick scan of his surroundings. The first thing was that this was a college dorm room, that's why it seemed so familiar, but the second thing he saw was that everything looked so much bigger than he remembered, and the final thing he noticed was a man his age looking down at him from the door, with a grin on his face. The man, like everything else in the room, towered over him.

"Finally I have my own, he should do nicely" The man said. Compared to Jack he fitted more the nerdy stereotype, he was thin, wearing baggy clothes, glasses and a slightly disheveled black hair. Not the kind of student Jack interacted with at all, although now it was time for a barrage of questions.

"Who are you? Where am I? What do you mean with that? Why is everything so big?" Jack asked confused and frustrated but he immediately noticed something was wrong. By the way whoever this man was tilted his head amused, Jack could tell he wasn't being understood, even if he could hear his own voice just fine. What was wrong with him?

"Ha, that's amazing. My uncle was right, poke-men are hilarious" The man laughed to himself leaving Jack with just more questions. What the hell is a poke-men? In any case, it was time for plan B, just getting away from there and try to contact anyone he could trust. With the door blocked, he looked around and found a possible exit on the open window so he started his escape plan.

However, Jack got another unpleasant surprise. "Stop" he heard the man say and despite his intention to ignore him he just.. felt compelled to listen to him and complied. Now Jack was scared, could this man control his body? why did he stopped? All he could do was turn back and start insulting and demanding answers from this giant man, getting enraged when all he got as an answer was a chuckle.

"Alright, I had my fun, I guess you know nothing about this shit" The man finally said "This is your new life now, you're no longer a human being, you're now a poke-man, and this is your new home" the man showed a strange looking ball that also felt familiar to Jack for some reason. "But it couldn't be, right?" Jack thought, looking at the ball and wondering if that was the prison he felt trapped in. He didn't even fit there!

"My name is Dean, and I am your new trainer.. your new owner" the giant man smiled as he got closer to Jack, causing him to step back and to feel scared and frustrated because while the idea of making a break towards the door crossed his mind, he just knew his body wasn't entirely listening to him yet, the little movement he was doing a product of instinct and not the rational part of himself.  "And who you are or were no longer matters, what matters now is what I can do with you"

"Fuck off, you're not my trainer or my owner or anything! Set me free from this shit now!" Jack growled and only hurled more unheard insults that came out as animalistic growls as Dean silenced him with another simple command and explained exactly what his role as "trainer" entailed. Jack finally understood that this poke-man thing was akin to be some sort of exotic animal, as apparently he could be sold for good money, traded, sent to fight with others or used for whatever other purpose their owner saw fit. And the worst part was how he was like a trained animal out of the box. He looked down at his naked body, it was still himself, just smaller, but it was no longer his body. At least not entirely, not without the loss of autonomy.

What happens next?