Clash of the Pok?titans (GTS/hourglass/TF)

[hexen]

Man last time I saw Sabrina was on Gold/Silver for the Gameboy Color. Never played the remakes and I vaguely recall the anime one, but there are some interesting psychic pokemon choices to mix in here, my favorites being the Abra family and Espeon. I really think there should have been an Eevee Titan since that little thing has so many evolutions but yeah, loving everything so far even the Glitch type.

[Daichi Azure]

the Gold Silver remakes for the DS were done quite well...so it'd be interesting to see what becomes of this

[geno13]

Finally... after some real life struggles and literary burn outs, Chapter 6 is here. The part I had the most trouble on was exactly how Sabrina should act, since I'm so use to her anime adaptation and I wanted to stress without fail that this is the game continuity. So I decided to use that dissonance in the fic.

Art by CinderBH

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Chapter 6 – Sabrina the Mind Titan

It had been many years since “The Master of Psychic Pokémon” first began her career as the Psychic Pokémon Gym Leader of Saffron City, defeating her fighting type rivals in the Fighting Dojo and serving as the opponent to several prominent master trainers, despite her usual resistance to getting too involved in Pokémon battles. She decided some years later that she would take somewhat of a temporary vacation in the far-off nation of Unova, taking an actress role in Pokéstar Studios film, “Mystery Doors of the Magical Land Series” as the evil queen sorceress Bellelba.

Today though, she was sleeping away her morning off, nestled in the soft warm bed of her Munna and Musharna-print covers. In her dreams, she was set adrift in a thick pink miasma, levitating through the sky of an endless void as if she was underwater. A massive glowing violet sphere levitated before her, dwarfing her like an ant next to a bowling ball. The massive object soon grew an all-black eye that peered down at her, feeling as though it was staring into her very soul.

She woke up to the sudden sound of her cellphone ringing, robbing her of a chance to figure out that strange dream. As usual, it was one of the production hands, requesting she end her little break early, as per the whims of their new eccentric director. Work on the studio had been a bit more hectic as of late, thanks to the arrival of Cleavon Schpielbunk, some bigshot from Kanto that wished to bring his artistic vision to Pokéstar Studios with all new films, props and settings for trainers to star in. This meant that Sabrina’s already advanced brain was put to the test quickly memorizing several new lines and roles that utilized her skills as a telekinetic and Pokémon trainer.

Today’s film in particular was Mr. Schpielbunk’s adaptation of none other than Sabrina’s past battle with the legendary trainer Red on his way to conquering the Pokémon League. Though much to Sabrina’s annoyance, said adaptation was taking several liberties with real life events in order to appeal to a younger audience.

For now, she wore her spaghetti-strapped, midriff-exposing red tube top, black and green psycho-bracelets, black belt, hip-hugging pants and red slip-on shoes. She sighed as a nearby script on her trailer’s table was surrounded by a green aura and floated into her line of vision while she grabbed a cup of coffee before flipping the pages as she headed out the door. Telekinesis was just one of the many skills she had gained over the years of rigorous training. Where some psychic trainers are able to bend a spoon or levitate a Poké Ball with a few minutes of concentration: to Sabrina, it came as naturally as using her own hands. She was a favorite among Pokéstar’s directors on account of her saving them a large chunk on their budget for visual effects.

“Let me see” she said to herself, skimming through the pages while grabbing a snack to go with her drink ”Sit at a throne, cold and emotionless while a doll mimicry of me asks Red to play with him… trap him in a dollhouse… psychic father comes to save him and gives him an unruly Haunter to fight me… Abra evolves in the middle of battle… Karabra regenerates all health with a single Recovery attack… then Red’s Pikachu… Thunder Armor...? Haunter comes in and makes me laugh with fake bomb… and I guess I just give him the Marsh Badge- Was this really written for a professional?” she said snarkily to herself before entering the studio. “All that happened was he solved by gym’s teleport tile maze and we fought. What, not child-friendly or entertaining enough?”

She wished more and more they'd just let her play her evil sorceress character. As usual since his arrival, Schpielbunk was shouting orders at the production staff in preparation for the next trainer’s arrival that would take the role of Red. She soon made her way to wardrobe, quite surprised at the clothes laid out for her on a nearby clothes rack.

An exact replica of her old gym leader outfit from years past, adjust for her current size and everything: A sleek-looking maroon long sleeves top with yellow cuffs, white gloves, a short maroon skirt yellow socks, and matching maroon boots. All over a very form-hugging black leotard that hugged her modest chest, as well as her shapely wide hips and legs. She was just lucky she had grown her dark blue hair out, which she eagerly restyled into her “hime” cut from years before.

“Ah… welcome back.” She mused to herself as she telekinetically hung up her other clothes and bracelets before heading to the set.

“Gaaaaah! This is terrible, terrible, terrible!!!” the director shouted as he began to tug at his hair.

“Oh boy” Sabrina said under her breath before approaching him. “What seems to be the problem, now?”

“Oh Mrs. Sabrina, it’s absolutely terrible! One of the props I ordered from Kanto was destroyed during shipping! How are we going to have your inner child’s animatronic hold a crystal ball without the freaking crystal ball!?”

“You know, we could just not bother with the freaky doll.” Sabrina retorted, crossing her arms, getting a little sarcastic. “Isn’t me sitting in a throne and acting stoic and evil enough?”

“Sabby, baby.” Cleavon put his arm over her shoulder. “I know you’re still miffed about me spicing up the story like this, but this is how the film industry works. Real life is mediocre, boring, not interesting enough to captivate the kind of demographic we’re focusing on, baby.” His arm was gently nudged away with her telekinesis.

“I guess, it’s just that I barely get to do anything in this part. I don’t suppose you have any other ideas we can use with what we have?”

“Well… there is that script I have in the backburner. In which you’re a main lieutenant of Team Rocket and fuse Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres toge-“

Sabrina held up an index finger to her lips as her psychic energy covered his mouth. “On second thought, evil emotionless kingpin with baby on board it is. I’ll just… I don’t know, just calm down and I’ll go find something we can use.”

Cleavon gave a nervous nod and chuckle as she finally released the psychic hold on his lip, wiping his brow of sweat with a handkerchief as he watched her leave, allowing himself a moment of approval at the leotard he had her put on.

Walking out of the studio in a huff, Sabrina suddenly caught sight of a strange ray of maroon light streaking across the sky… toward her trailer, where she soon heard a crashing noise; at the same time, a strange feeling bristled her psychic senses.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me...!” she bolted towards her trailer. Whatever it was that fell down, it had blasted a massive hole right through the roof. “Oh please, no...” she groaned, rushing over to her bed where the small Poké Ball sized object had burned a hole through her mattress, resonating with a very strange aura. It was a strange orb-shaped baron ball, seemingly made out of a pure glass material, except for a strange streak of black in the core, like a cats-eyed marble. The black “eye” in the middle seemed to stare back at her however she looked at it.

“Oh… oh my, this…” she was absolutely mesmerized by the crystal ball, reaching out for it with her white gloved hands, passing her fingers through its maroon aura before picking it up and bringing it to her face. The pupil inside staring right through her own red eyes right into her very soul. Her eyes began to glaze over and shifted to odd hues of red and yellow for a brief moment.

“The… the Mind Stone… the Seventeen Titans…” she said in a deep trance…
Several minutes later, the door to the studio opened with a green aura turning the knob. Sabrina stepped through, cradling her stone in hand with her body starting to take a subtle change in shape; her modest breasts covered by her maroon top looking noticeably larger, about the size of a pair of round cantaloupes, with her already shapely hips even looking a bit wider and her skirt covering just a bit less of her bigger butt.

“Found it.” She said rather bluntly, showing Mr. Schpielbunk.

“Really? Well…” the overweight director lifted his round shades to get a closer look at it…trying desperately to not look a bit higher at the maroon globes starting to press into it “It’s… certainly a good prop, but-”

Sabrina glared, her red eyes glowing as a red tint flashed over Mr. Schpielbunk’s eyes “Is there a problem, Mr. Director?”

The man shook his head “N-no, none at all, Mrs. Sabrina! In… in fact, let’s just forget about the inner child puppet, it would probably be too creepy for the kids anyway.”

Sabrina smiled slightly “Good.” A few nearby stagehands looked at each other in disbelief: usually Mr. Schpielbunk was as stubborn as a Snorlax when it came to altering his own scripts.

Sabrina’s smile only grew wider as the production went underway, her green aura surrounding her before flawlessly levitating over to the throne in the middle of the green screen set, waiting for the trainer.

Soon, a blond-haired girl with a pair of red sunglasses, green beret, orange coat, and green skirt stepped onto the stage, smiling Sabrina’s way. The actress only gave her a slight smirk.

“Ready when you are, Mr. Director!” Bianca declared, striking a pose with a Poké Ball she struggled to remove from her purse.

With an eager shout of “Action!” the small film commenced recording.

"I had a vision of your arrival!” Sabrina declared, levitating herself off her chair and slowly walking Bianca’s way “I have had psychic powers since I was a child. It started when a spoon I carelessly tossed, bent. I dislike battling, but if you wish, I will show you my powers!"

As she spoke, Sabrina levitated the stone above her, circling around her as she recited her old speech, every word recalled in perfect detail. As it ended, the orb then began to press into her forehead, slowly melting and absorbing into it like an eager Gastly, until it was no more.

“O-okay, let’s begin!” Bianca felt a strange sensation start to overcome her the closer Sabrina floated towards her, like a rising heat that made her nipples harden and her thighs start to stir. She could swear something was off about the psychic woman the closer she got. The gym leader’s maroon orbs seemed to be slowly swelling larger while her hips widened, straining her tiny skirt as the black skintight leotard underneath seemed to be hugging every inch of her body more and more.

<Oh… there’s no need for that yet.> Sabrina’s voice echoed from her general direction as her lips remained still. Bianca’s eyes widened as she realized now that they stood face to face, her opponent was now a head taller than her and slowly rising.

“Oh my… e-excuse Mrs. Sabrina but...” Bianca’s blushing red face had to crane upward as Sabrina rose to two heads taller than her, her breasts quickly growing into two maroon basketballs that threatened to press right into her face ”th-this… this isn’t the Giant Lady set…” she squeaked, before her body began to glow with green psychic energy.

<I know.> Sabrina ‘said’ as black pointed markings appeared at the edge of her eyes. <I decided to take a few liberties with the script. Just bear with me, my pet. I think I shall share my gift with all of you.> Bianca would feel an invisible hand pat her breasts while another caressed her crotch and backside through her clothes, making her flush deeper. Though she never had much feelings for women at all, she couldn't deny that felt incredible.

The director could only stare incredulously as Sabrina continued to grow, her outfit seemingly melting against her skin as she reached past ten feet tall. Her hair began to grow longer, cascading down to her ankles and split down the middle as a lump began to grow at the base of her spine before sprouting into a long and bushy Kadabra tail that reached her calves and swished about the higher she climbed; the small confused blond now barely coming up under her crotch as her suit began to fully merge with her skin.

“M-mr. Schpielbunk” the cameraman stammered through his earpiece, he too was starting to feel hot and bothered the more Sabrina grew, crossing his legs to hide his growing bulge “Is… is this part of the script!?”

Schpielbunk simply stood there in a daze, watching as Sabrina passed twenty feet tall with her maroon breasts no longer sporting any form of nipple aside from two very noticeable bulges that would be the size of teacups, if she weren’t nearing twenty-five feet.

“Keep… keep rolling!” he stammered as the green aura surrounding Sabrina began to expand farther and faster than she was growing, sweeping over everyone in the studio and causing their arousal to climb with the ascending titan.

<Mmm… yes!> Sabrina purred in her booming, echoing thought-speak as she reached thirty feet, smiling as her face began to turn a pale gray reminiscent of extra-terrestrials, while a flat, reddish horn grew atop her forehead like a Ralts, parting her forehead bangs. <Keep the recordings going, I think it’s time the whole world knows of our awakening.> Bianca felt herself being lifted upwards to maintain eye level with the growing giantess, watching through her fogged up glasses as two ribbon-like tendrils emerged from Sabrina’s back, growing as long as her arms and tipped with three-pronged leaf-like ends with a red glowing jewel in the center; just like the Legendary Lake Guardian Pokémon.

Forty feet came and went as Sabrina’s and the entire room’s arousal grew, rising above the stage’s props, boom mics and green screen. She spread her arms as the growing ‘sleeves’ and gloves began to form into her new skin. Her shoulders now broadened and blew out like a dress' puff shoulders, before sprouting each three slender ovular protrusions with stripes across them; vaguely resembling the feathers of a Sigilyph. Her maroon arms ended with large, long-fingered white hands with diamond-shaped tips, and three jewels on the back of each hand, a maroon stripe connecting them and coloring her middle and ring finger; green, red and yellow, just like a Beheeyem’s.

Fifty then sixty feet passed as her horn bumped against the ceiling of the studio and began to buckle and creak. Her maroon latex-like skin seemed to go from her arms to her still swelling tits; each one now double the size of her head with noticeable bumps where her nipples should be, the area right below the immense balloons the color of her old leotard with two large yellow spots on her thighs, like a Girafarig's pelt, then back to barren again halfway down her shins, down to her now toeless, shoe-like feet.

<Hm… just a moment.> as her alien digits pressed gingerly into the iron ceiling, a green aura suddenly surrounded it, pulling it apart like it was made of tinfoil, allowing her head to emerge from the growing gap and preventing any debris from landing on her captivated audience below as their minds were wrapped with the same orgasmic pleasure coursing through her surging seventy foot body; yet her expression barely seemed to change from mild delight.

Still, as her telekinetically-made skylight was spread apart enough for her massive maroon hot air balloons to emerge, like two twin zeppelins rising out of a hangar, she couldn’t help but stimulate the process further. Her green aura surrounded her as invisible hands worked to roughly grope and squeeze at every inch of her body; seen in the form of handprint indentations appearing and disappearing on her titanic eighty foot body. Fortunately or unfortunately, this would cause everyone below who was empathically linked to her start to feel every single grope and stroke and thrust to body parts a lot of them didn’t seem to have.

<Perhaps I should fix that?> the ninety foot Sabrina chuckled in her thoughts as she stared down at the studio staff moaning and groaning within the green aura surrounding them along with Sabrina writhing in midair.

<All should feel what I feel.> she smirked, reaching out with her seven foot index finger and gingerly poking Bianca’s left breast as they began to swell under her three layers of clothing.

The adorable bookish girl squealed in pleasure, already experiencing every moment of her… Mistress…? Yes, her Mistress’ growth, she still desired more. As willed by her now towering one hundred foot goddess, she began to feel her own changes overtake her body, along with changes to the other humans below.

Her soon to be useless clothing was stripped from her body and cast onto the ground below one article at a time as countless hands continued to massage, grope and caress her. Her skin soon turned into a vibrant purple with her hands and feet a dark pink and her head and now head-sized bosom covered in a lighter pink. Above her forehead, a dark pink oval grew and began to emit a billowing dream mist while her eyes grew pink in color. Though her extra wobbly tits ceased growing at a bit bigger than her head each, her hips began to crack and flair out dramatically, wider and wider, until they surpassed the width of her shoulders by more than double their width with a gigantic ass, with huge jiggling sleek purple cheeks more than twice the size of her head each. Her glasses were kept on for aesthetic purposes as she drifted to a deep slumber, still enwrapped in pleasure and conscious via her dream mist telepathy, now that she was part Musharna.

<I… ohh… oh goodness, I feel so… gooood~!> Bianca moaned in her dream-speak, using her mist to knead her own beanbag chair-like cheeks, shivering in pleasure as her height quickly grew to about twenty feet.

<Almost… nnngh… done…> Sabrina began to moan in her thought-speak, writhing in place and causing the ground to shake as her telekinetic arms worked harder and faster until she finally mentally cried out in a powerful orgasm that was soon felt by all in a three mile radius.

The director and the mostly male stage hands below were rapidly changed during the massive pink blast of psychic pleasure. The men’s body hair faded away, their excess fat migrating to softer, sensitive and appropriate places with their throbbing steel hard cocks and balls shriveling away and withdrawing into gushing folds. Many, if not all of them began to double or triple in height while gaining features of their favorite psychic Pokémon.

Sabrina finally relaxed her empathic link, looking a bit exhausted as she began to levitate her new disciples out of the wreckage and draw them in a wide orbit around her. Many of them reached out with their newfound telekinesis to pat and caress her giant maroon mountains above and her firm shapely black cheeks from below, now sporting the perfect hips that just surpassed her shoulder width.

“Sabby Baby” hummed the husky voice of a Gardevoir woman whose billowing dress and proud bosom swallowing her chest horn made her look like a sexified caricature of a certain vent-standing movie star of old. “I’m sorry for being so obnoxious, can you ever forgive me?” her answer came in the form of a playful kinetic kiss to the cheek.

<All is more than forgiven, Mrs. Director.> the one hundred foot Sabrina smiled as she rested Bianca and her on her giant maroon bosom. <I think it’s time I made a few more changes around here though.>

With a wave of her hand the various props and costumed actors around the studios began to change. Here, an army of spear carrying amazon women with Ledian features began to lovingly grope their human partners; there, a large robotic Tyranitar woman burst from one studio, followed by an equally huge fifty foot brunette human that tore through her clothes with her massive jugs and ass; over there, thin silvery alien women descended from their Cascoon-shaped spacecrafts to make out with an opposing army of red zombie-like aliens with eyeballs on their bellies, and to the side a single red tentacle monster courting their leader.

<Think of this place as… taking liberties with reality’s story.> Sabrina chuckled through her thoughts.

[Quantum Heart]

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Maybe I should come to the Transformation forum more often. Heh heh. >_>;;;; That said I wish Janine did turn into a butterfly, I don't like spiders much. Otherwise the stories are very good. Some of the quote marks seem to have turned into question marks though?

[geno13]

Yeah... I assume that happened because of the change in server or whatever, since I paste these directly from my word documents.

Also next up... Water.

[Daichi Azure]

Ohhhh....water so many options and sooo many possiblities....could it be, Misty? the only water trainer in the english non-comic/manga version to have breasts known as Lorieli? Or could it be one of Misty's sisters? who knows....only the awesome writer of this saga will know... -sits on the box of OOD twinkies waiting-

also if anyone wants the other chapters that may have gone missing here just ask and I can ZIP them in a doc format for ya...good thing i saved all the chapters to date...

[geno13]

Whoa mama, another one already done XD I REALLY got inspired for this one, being a page or two longer than the rest, but that's because Water is one of my favorite types, as well as the titan of this tale. Next up as requested by a friend: Normal!

Art by CinderBH

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Chapter 7 – Misty the Sea Titan

Off the northern coast of the dormant volcano of Sootopolis, in the land of Hoenn, a white ferry makes its way across the vast blue ocean. With the haggard Captain Briney at the helm alongside his trusty partner Peeko, the swift S.S. Tidal makes its way to a seemingly random location outside its usual route in the middle of nowhere before laying anchor.

“Oi, Peeko!” the old captain with a frizzy white beard, mustache and large eyebrows said to a nearby Pelipper “This should be close enough, let the lass know we’ve arrived.”

The pelican Pokémon gave an eager squawk and salute with his wing before taking off out the open window and gliding over to the front deck. At the front end of the ferry was a woman with short orange hair and green eyes, dressed in a white one-piece swimsuit with blue trimming, an open sky blue coat and white flip-flops: she was sunbathing on her back, almost drifting to sleep to the subtle melody of the waves the white vessel cut through on its path.

A few weeks ago back in Cerulean City, the tomboy mermaid gym leader had stumbled across a strange old map that once belonged to her late sailor father. According to some notes in his old journal, the map led to a sunken treasure said to have been accumulated over the years by the fearsome Captain Franz Bluewing of the Dragonair Corsairs; an infamous pirate who prominently used fearsome powerful water Pokémon in his crew as they pillaged the land of allegedly a mountain of gold and jewels before his flagship was sunk by Hoenn’s naval forces hundreds of years ago.

Peeko descended near Misty, giving a squawk to get her attention. “Huh…?” Misty opened her eyes, using her arm to block the rays as she smiled at the adorable bird Pokémon “Oh, hello Peeko, we’re here already?” Peeko nodded. “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Misty soon made her way to the bridge to meet with the captain. Many months ago, she had saved the captain’s beloved Pokémon from a wild Sharpedo back when it was just a Wingull. In thanks, he allowed her to borrow his vessel for this expedition.

“Ah, just in time Missy, we’re all set to start searchin’ for that treasure.” Captain Briney said with extreme enthusiasm.

“Alright!” Misty grinned “I’m ready for a dive, once we scan the area below.”

“Aye, you just leave that to me, I have Gills already deployed!”

As they spoke, a Whiscash dove under the boat with a strange device tied to its neck, tethered to a device on-board. As the sonar device began to send its information back to the ship, a shadowy object began to emerge from the ocean below, nearing the ferry as it began to surface.

“Ah, let’s see…” Briney looked over his radar, it eventually began to display the area below.

Misty’s face beamed as the unmistakable shape of a sunken ship outlined at the bottom of the trench, the anchor planted near the edge. “There it is! Dad’s map was right!”

“Indeed it was, lass! Now we just need to haul it up!” Captain Briney laughed triumphantly.

“Leave it to me, captain!” Misty pumped her fist before taking out a Poké Ball. “Gyarados and I can handle the salvag-ING!” she was interrupted by the ship suddenly shuddering violently as the sound of scraping metal could be heard from below.

“What in blazes!?” the Captain shouted, looking over his control panels “Something’s damaged the rudders!”

“I’ll go out and investigate!” Misty declared before running out the bridge and onto the back deck.

“Missy wait, somethin’ don’t feel right about thi-mmph!” just as she left, the captain mouth was covered from behind by the hands of a man with black gloves.

Misty made her way to the back deck, leaning down to have a look at the damage to the rudders. She gasped as she saw a group of Sharpedoes swarming around the propellers and rudder, ripping them to shreds with their powerful jaws. Off in the distance, roughly ten feet away off the right side of the boat, a black submarine had surfaced, a white emblem of a circle with a spike on top and two crossed bones below it painted on its side.

“Oh, dammit... not those waterlogged weirdos!” Misty knew all too well the exploits of the infamous Hoenn-based Pokémon criminal organization, Team Aqua. A water-based team that wished to flood the earth and create an aquatic utopia using the legendary Pokémon Kyogre; but their ambitions were crushed a long time ago, and now all that was left of them were a bunch of modern day pirates using their image to intimidate and scavenge loot off of any vessel that crosses their path. She was actually contacted by them during their glory days for a chance to become one of their Admins, to which she obviously refused.

“Well, these ‘waterlogged weirdos’ just trashed your junky little ship!” a woman’s voice said from behind Misty. She turned around just in time for two aqua grunts to grab her by each arm, wrestling her Poké Ball from her grasp and plucking her ball belt right off of her. The woman was a young adult with long poofy orange hair that was long enough to reach the small of her back and spread wider than her whole body. She wore a variation of the regular Aqua uniform with a blue bandana, small black top flattering her ample bust, an open blue coat and blue pants with red shoes.

“Well well well, this is turning into a very bountiful expedition” she chuckled “we captured a ship, discovered a legendary treasure, and now we caught a mermaid.”

“Aqua Admin Shelly...” Misty seethed, trying to break free “I thought I smelled a bilge rat creeping on board.”

Shelly merely shook her head “Sticks and stones, Misty. You should have joined our little crew when you had the chance. But lucky you, I think you and your Pokémon can help us out. We’re in need of a certain large fortune to refund our team, what do you say?”

Misty spat at Shelly’s shoes “Screw you! Why the hell would I help a bunch of crooks and lunatics? You people give Water-type lovers a bad name!”

“Tsk tsk” Shelly waved her finger “I know a spry young lass such as you doesn’t care about what we may do to you, but… what about him?”

“No…” Misty gritted her teethed as another two grunts stepped out of the doorway that came from the bridge, one dragging Captain Briney around by the back of his shirt with his hands tied by ropes while another held Peeko like a big wriggling exercise ball from his wings restrained and his beak tied shut. “Damn you..!”

“Oh ho ho, you better watch your mouth, little mermaid, otherwise something unfortunate may happen to this crusty captain.” Shelly smiled cockily as she patted Briney’s bald head after removing his captain’s cap and placing it on her own head.

“OK… fine!” Misty sighed, no treasure was worth a friend’s life “I’ll get you the damn gold, if you just leave us alone.”

Shelly laughed as she signaled her grunts to let her go. “Deal! Just go fetch that treasure, then we’ll be on our merry way. But if you so much as keep a single coin, we’ll feed grandpa here to my hungry little Sharpies.”

“Okay okay.. I don’t even want the stinking treasure anymore!” she fumed as she held her Poké Ball, wishing she could just use her beloved Gyarados to thrash all these punks overboard, but the captain’s life was at stake.

“Awww, let me guess, you were just in it for the adventure, how cute.” Shelly teased, before flinching as Misty summoned her massive blue roaring sea serpent that glared daggers down at her as it loomed over the deck while in the water.

“It’s OK, Gyarados...” Misty said as she caressed the blue dragon-like beast’s cheek, who looked at her for a moment before backing down. “OK… we’ll be right up, no funny business!”

“Same to you, little mermaid, just hurry up and nobody has to get hurt.”

Misty scowled as she hopped on top of Gyarados’ back, placed a small oxygen mask in her mouth and ordered him to dive. The rebreathing device she wore was a special miniature oxygen supply developed by Sylph Co. for use in conjunction with diving Pokémon, which let her stay underwater as long as she wanted with no danger of running out of air.

The waters below the ship were almost as clear as the air above, the trench easily visible a mile or so down, the view only blocked by the squadron of Sharpedos and Carvanhas circling around the boat. Misty frowned through her mask before her serpent mount descended deeper and deeper into the trench. She grunted as she started to feel the pressure increasing around her body. As they reached the sunken ship she nudged Gyarados to swim along its side.

Finding a large hole in the hull, Misty kicked off from her Pokémon and swam inside. She felt a very strange presence as she neared the door to the hold. Inside was something that nearly took her machine-supplied breath away. Atop a massive pile of gold was a beautiful glowing blue stone in the form of a raindrop; it greatly reminded her of her Cascade Badge. There was a small hole in the ceiling where it looked like it fell through the ship from above. She couldn’t explain why, but it felt almost like it came here for her, but that was a ridiculous notion… wasn't it?

‘Omigosh...’ She thought to herself. ‘This… this is beautiful! How is it giving off such a light and… why can’t I take my eyes off of it?’ she said as she kicked herself closer, ready to start gathering the treasure. ‘No… this… this isn’t right. I… I can’t let that crook have it. This… this is… mine?’

She felt compelled to reach out and grab the stone, cradling it to her swimsuit-covered bosom; it felt unnaturally warm as the light around it pulsated. Soon, Misty began to feel hot, her heart raced as she found herself needing to exit the ship. Her legs beginning to propel her through the water faster and faster than she ever recalled herself able to do before. By the time she emerged from the ship, the Sea Stone began to stir, until it jumped of her hands, knocking the rebreather off of her mouth. Before Misty could react the item sank into the trench, leaving a trail of bubbles behind.

She began to panic, desperately trying to hold her breath and get her Gyarados’s attention before she drowned. While this occurred, the stone began to encircle her, making the water around them literally start to stir. Misty looked confused as she tried to swim upwards, only to find that she was getting sucked into a small whirlpool that the stone seemed to be dissolving into.

‘No… wait! Oh god, no!’ she thought ‘I can’t reach the surface in time without causing decompression sickness! Is… is this the end? What’s with that stone and… nnng… why do I feel… th-this is not the time to feel this way!’ She felt her lungs start to ache as the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger around her, all while her swimsuit started to feel tighter while a very noticeable tingle started between her legs and her hardening nipples.

She was suddenly aware of the water pressure around her starting to slowly fade while her one piece started to ride up, as if her body was starting to stretch and grow. The tingling in her chest grew worse the more pressure was relieved from the water surrounding her as two very noticeable white bumps of her chest began to bulge outward like twin bubbles rising from a submerged air source. Past her modest and ofter self-cursed A-cup, they pressed tighter against her stretching white fabric with two very noticeable bumps tenting above them in the form of her bulging areolas. By the time they started to pass the size of softballs, her ass began to wedge the bottom of her swimsuit between her swelling cheeks while her legs began to grow longer and thicker, gaining a slight definition while her flat stomach began to slowly form a set of six soft yet firm abs while her arms gained the visible indentation of biceps; overall giving her the body of an athletic swimmer, but not enough to be considered a bodybuilder.

Several air bubbles escaped her as she tried to moan, salty sea water rushing into her mouth as she squinted and rubbed at her white cameltoe. Her jacket feeling incredibly uncomfortable as it felt tight against her broadening shoulders and failed to cover her large firm rear the size of a pair of pale basketballs; if she wore sandals while swimming, they would have snapped by now from her growing feet.

“What’s… ha… ha…happening!?” she suddenly shouted out through the water, her voice sounding a lot less distorted than it should have been. She began to coo as she massaged her still swelling tits, feeling them swell against her palms and nearing the size of volleyballs, making the straps across her shoulders snap while the cloth covering her taint followed suit, relieving the tightness around her poor snatch and firm ass.

“Yes… hell yes… I-I finally have tits!” she cried to herself, now as vocal as if she was on land. “...Wait… how am I…” she blinked, breathing in through her nose…something that felt a lot less painful than it should be. “D-did I just, am I-!?” she felt a strange tingling sensation around her collar bone at the base of her gladly acquired cleavage. Several straight slits began to grow on her skin –four on each side of her sternum- almost looking like bloodless cuts as they began to open and close, showing a spongy red membrane underneath. “G-gills!?” she breathed in again, this time through them and letting the water rush through, invigorating her mutating lungs.

Before she could make sense of this development, she let out another yelp as she felt her jacket’s shoulder area begin to split and her arms filled the sleeves to the point of bursting, while the remains of her swimsuit began to split down her cleavage line and on her sides with the aid of her widening hips. “I-I’m not just getting hotter… and fishy… I’m getting bigger!?” though she had very little scale for reference, she was now about twelve feet tall and still steadily climbing higher.

As the vortex of water started to grow, affecting the currents for the ferry and sub above, Misy began to yank pieces of her clothes away as her skin began to turn a light blue. As she reached the twenty foot mark, her hair started to grow a little longer, reaching her shoulders and draping over them slightly, before the bottom half turned white with a few black dots in it, much like the fins of a Seaking. Her legs grew numb by the time she reached thirty feet tall and planted her still swelling ass on the hard rocks of the edge of the trench. Soon, they began to move on their own, stretching straight before the skin began to stick together at her knees and the area below them, merging together until her feet disappeared into a pointy stump.

“N-nnnhg… no way… I’m… I’m becoming a mer… mermaid…!?“ Misty moaned as she reached past fifty feet, her body stretching across the rocky depths until she felt the top of her back reaching soft sand. Her answer soon came in the form of her merged lower appendage stretching dramatically, elongating her softening skeleton more and more as it started to be covered in vibrant red segments, like the Gyarados of Lake Rage, accented by white three-pronged ridges and surprisingly ending in a four-pronged blue tail fin, much like the fan-tail of a Milotic.

“O-oh!” she moaned, massaging her growing tits that were now starting to surpass her head in size, while her teeth turned razor-sharp, the four canines growing particularly larger: her new set of teeth could now regenerate in an instant, if ever broken. “M-maybe not a mermaid, but still… mmm… so goooood~!” she experimentally swished her long tail, almost as long as the rest of her roughly sixty foot body; though now it was hard to judge her size without actually trying to ‘stand’ on dry land. She wiggled her hips as a large red pearl grew on each side with six red lines surrounding each in a circle, vaguely resembling a Starmie's core. She looked down to realize her anatomy was still a hybrid of both; she had a fish-like lower half, but down there she was still human as her thighs didn't completely merge. As she tried to reach down with both hands to satisfy her hungry clam below her rigid six pack, her arms began to grow numb.

“Wh-what now!?” at seventy-five feet, her arms moved to her side, straightened and began to stretch outward until they reached past her knees, widening and flattening while her hands began to sink away, leaving her with two large appendages that resembled the flippers of a whale with the colors and mobility of a Mantine, with the top half being a deep dark blue compared to the rest of her.

“Grrrr… g… dammit...!” she snarled, baring her new teeth while her emerald eyes began to change, the pupils stretching into horizontal slits like an octopus’. “Ngrrrr..!! How am I s-supposed to touch myself now!?” as she continued fuming and growing close to ninety feet (not including all of her tail), she felt a pulling sensation from her shoulders and the top of her head. Two more three-pronged ridges appeared, one on each shoulder, only red like a Feraligatr’s. The final stage came in the form of a long protrusion growing from her head in the form of a thin blue antennae with a fleshy yellow bulb bulging at the end flickering with light, as she started to near climax. “O-ooohhhh… n-nevermind… mmm…. Almost there…. Aaargh~!!!” The whirlpool around her was now a massive vortex that raged around both vessels above.

“Aaargh, what the hell’s going on down there!?” Shelly yelled, bracing herself on the railings of the deck, watching as the waters around them began to swirl. “F-fall back! This ship is done for! Everybody evacuate to the sub!!”

The ship began to rumble as Shelly, her men and their Pokémon retreated to the submarine; as promised, leaving an untied Peeko and Briney behind unharmed. Once the nefarious admin was on board, she could see from the on-board display a massive shadow rising closer and closer between the two ships before finally breaching the surface with a massive wave that almost capsized both of them.

And there it was, towering above them, a massive humanoid creature with red hair, a Chinchou’s lantern, arm-fins of a Mantine, gigantic blue “swim bladders” twice the size of her head, and a slithering long red tail that snaked across the ocean surface and allowed her to stand at a whopping 100’; roughly a bit over half the length of the ferry and making the Aqua sub look like an extra-long hotdog.

“I-it’s… oh god… it… it’s a giant Pokémon!” she shouted in awe, shaking in her boots... a small part of her both amazed at and envious of those giant blue boobs.
“Red hair… tha-that thing is the twerp!? How did she...?”

“Hm… this won’t do. Hold on a second, captain.” Misty’s voice boomed before laying back in the ocean, concentrating until the red stripes surrounding her hip-pearls began to sprout long tendrils like a Tentacruel. She began to moan as the twelve appendages squirmed all over her body, gripping and caressing her titflesh and squirming below to swat at her ass while rubbing her huge and still-wet pussy. While she explored her body, her long sea-serpentine tail gently pressed into the deck of the Ferry, pushing it away from her and out of harm’s way.

“Now what is she...? Whatever! Don’t just stand there, attack!” Her jaw dropped as she looked back at her staff that also had their eyes glued to the giant monitor showing the spectacle outside. Every single one of her men were captivated by the titan beauty, as if she was some kind of giantess siren.

“Ngrr... useless curs. If you want a thing done..!” Shelly dropped two Poké Balls into a slot near a torpedo station and slamming two buttons, firing a pair of Sharpedos her way that darted around her and proceeded to bite into each of her giant cheeks… this only made her moan louder until both shark Pokémon stopped and blushed. Shelly slapped a hand hard to her forehead.

“Now, now... there’s no need to fight.” Misty cooed before reaching out to the sub, grabbing it with her tentacles before perking upright so that her massive blue mountains floated above the surface. She lowered the sub right into her immense cleavage and pressed the moist, supple hills of flesh into it with her flippers, giving the tip a little kiss. The grunts inside were so lovestruck by that display that they hardly noticed when she picked the sub up again and snapped it in two like an old breadstick. The Aqua Admin fell with the whole crew to safety on her chest, like it was a giant squishy waterslide, before slipping off and into the ocean below. Thankfully they could all swim, and some of them having enough sense to deploy life preservers around their waists or call out their Pokémon.

“Damn you, this isn’t the end, little mermaid! If you’re a Pokémon now, that mean I can easily capture-“ The Sea Titan peered down at Shelly as she reached for a Poké Ball. She reared back, bearing her long Gyarados-like fangs, and let out out a piercingly loud roar, enough to make the water around her and her men ripple. Shelly felt her insides shrivel with fear, the ball dropping out of her trembling hand. She raised her arms in surrender.

"O-Okay... L-Listen! You're one of them now, right?” stammered the panicked Shelly, feeling like an anchovy in a shark tank. “One of the Water Pokémon you love so much! Don't you wish for a paradise for your kind even more? With that power of yours, we could make it happen for sure! I-in return we promise to abandon our life of crime... h-how about it?"

Misty narrowed her octopus-like eyes, having to lean at an angle to see her beyond her own leviathan tits. "I'll tell you what I told you last time, Admin Shelly. No matter how much I love the sea, I won't use it as an excuse to harm others and cause destruction. But I guess I could make an exception just for you guys..."

Misty reared back, her breasts visibly swelling as Team Aqua could feel the currents around them pulling towards her massive body. Before long, Misty peered down at them again before unleashing a gigantic torrent of water from her mouth in the form of a super powerful Hydro Pump.

As Shelly and her men were swept away, their bodies began to glow with a blue aura before starting to change: male bodies growing softer and curvier with body hair and scars dissolving before breasts, hips, asses and thighs began to swell and burst from their shredding clothes as their size multiplied and their humanity washed away.

Shelly felt her body double in size to a powerful amazon with her tits tripling in size to a pair of heaving beach balls. Various parts of her body began to become covered in a hard red shell, including her feet like a set of high heel knee-high boots, shoulder pads and her arms up to the elbows with her hands morphing into lobster-like claws and a yellow, star growing on her forehead, along with a red lobster tail behind her ass.

“What… the…” Shelly moaned, trying to grip her huge breasts with her clawed hands.

All of her subordinates laid adrift around her, all transformed into various Pokémon human hybrids of various heights and dress sizes: one was a somewhat chubby Wailmer that squealed as she was constricted by her orange lifesavers constricting her blubbery blue boobs and ass. One Oshawott gal soon relieved her with a swift swipe of her seashell drawn from her belly before giving a fanged smirk with her freckled smile while her blue pointy ears twitched.

Misty just smiled before giving Shelly a pat on the head with the tip of her right flipper before swimming over to a confused Captain Briney.

“So, captain… would you like me to haul you back to the harbor?” she grinned before wrapping a tentacle around each side of his ship.

Briney and Peeko saluted “Aye aye, ma’am!”

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Also, lemme go back and fix those weird question marks in my other chapters, just a sec...

[Daichi Azure]

So what type is up for number eight?

[geno13]

Um... as I said in the intro, Normal. ^^;

[Daichi Azure]

oh sorry...i guess i got used to seeing your next up being at the end and I wonder how this next one will work...

[Daichi Azure]

Geno, just wondering is the series still continuing or is life causing it to be shelved for a bit?

[geno13]

FINALLY, I update my thread with an update!!

Art by CinderBH

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Chapter 8 - Whitney the Beast Titan

Moomoo Farms, a small ranch located on Route 39 of Johto where the main production was the nutritious milk of a small group of happy Miltanks. It was also a spot where a happy skipping pink haired girl was making her way towards, rhythmically swaying her outstretched hands at her sides back and forth. Every once in a while, the famed young pinkette gymleader liked to take a break from manning her Normal Type Pokémon Gym in the bustling Goldenrod City and take some time to help tend to the adorable pink bovine Pokémon.

After greeting the other farmhands, Whitney made her way into the barn.
“Morning Moomoo~” She patted the prized Miltank and gave her a small handful of Oran berries. “Feeling full today, are we? Well, just give me a minute and I’ll… huh?” Whitney glanced over to the other corner of the barn, right by the water faucet where the hay was piled up. A ray of sunlight beamed down from a hole in the roof as if something had crashed through it. The farm girl did say that something spooked Moomoo and her sisters last night, but just assumed it was a frisky Murkrow or something that damaged the roof. But the more Whitney drew closer to the hay pile, the more she could see a faint white glimmer under the dried grass.

“What have we here...?” she said curiously as she searched through it, finding a peculiar round object the size of a softball. It could almost be mistaken for the cueball of a billiard table; it was white with a slight iridescent tint, like a huge pearl, but less tarnished and dull-colored compared to an actual one.

She rubbed it on her shirt to polish it, and smiled as she held it out in the light. “Cool!” Moomoo also looked rather pleased upon seeing it, mooing happily. However, The more Whitney stared at it and her reflection on its surface, the more the pinkette girl seemed to become entranced by it. Before she knew what she was doing, she held the stone under the faucet and washed it, cleaning it like an apple that fell on the ground…

“Mmm… this looks… tasty.” She said as her eyes glazed over, her cute pouty lips parting as she held the white stone to her mouth and sank her teeth into it!
Her teeth punctured the surface like the skin of an apple as white creamy juices gushed into her mouth as she chewed on the first bite. The stone seemed to be some kind of strange fruit, almost like a cross between a Leppa and a Topo berry, but its juices tasting like rich milk along with the sweet, tangy fruit taste. She found herself sticking her fingers in her mouth one by one, making sure to lap up all the juices of the delicious pearl-fruit, only to blink as she stared at her now clean hand.

“Did…. did I just eat that!?” she stared incredulously at Moomoo, who gave a curious nod; not really confused at all by the human eating a peculiar stone that had been resting in a barn all night. Whitney frowned and gave a sad groan “It was... good, but what was it? Awww.... I wanted to show it to Samantha during… lunch.” She rubbed her slim tummy as it gave a loud growl. “Aw geez, I’m hungrier than I thought. This is what I get for skipping breakfast.” she whined “Well, sorry to rush this, but I need feeding time as much as you guys.” She then proceeded to milk Moomoo and her sisters, trying not to let her building appetite rush her through the ordeal.

“Hokay, there we go…” Whitney panted, setting down the milk buckets she amassed near the exit. “Jeez, you girls were overflowing today, I’m so proud of you~” she cooed as she scratched Moomoo behind the ears. “Now if you’ll excuse me… um…” Another stomach growl roared out as she looked down to one of the buckets. Again she was slipping into a trance while staring at the sloshing creamy liquid… Without a second though she leaned down, dunking her face right into it and drinking in large gulps. She gave of a few pleased groans as the warm milk rushed down her throat, feeding her terrible hunger, if only a little. She hardly noticed as her already sizable C-cup breasts began to slowly swell with every single gulp, as if the liquid was all going to her breasts. She was soon holding the entire bucket up and tilting it more and more as if she was drinking from a giant cup. She let out a pleased gasp as she finally set the empty container down.

“So yummy~!...” her head finally began to clear as she stared at the bottom of the bucket. Her tummy wasn't even aching a little even though she had just drunk about a gallon or so of whole Miltank milk. What also caught her attention was a somewhat larger set of breasts meeting her vision the more she looked down. What were once moderately large pairs of oranges now looked like oversized grapefruits at a heaving DD cup. Her soft flesh billowing over her straining bra as it painfully pressed into her back and pushed noticeably more against her white buttoned baseball shirt. Her blue levi shorts also felt a bit snugger; hugging her slightly wider hips and more pillowed backside, they were now tightly hugging her legs, with her panties wedging between them.

“Wh-what happened?” she said in a panic… a panic that was slowly fading as she cupper her enlarged bust “Wh-whoa… awesome!” she cheered, reaching into her black undershirt and quickly unhooking her bra and plucking it out. “That fruit and milk… it gave me bigger boobs!?” she said to herself as she put her bra away in her Miltank-print purse. She gave a joyous squee of anticipation as she skipped out of the barn and made her way down to her bike. Every hop and step on the way made her new unsupported bust jiggle; it was a little sore after a while, but somehow it just felt right to her. It made her feel a sense of pride; she was already one of the bustiest Gym Leaders in the Pokémon League, or at least in Johto and now she had even more to brag about. She couldn't wait to show her friend… and as her growling stomach reminded her, she also couldn’t wait to get something more solid in her tummy.

A few agonizing hours later, Whitney bounced her way through Goldenrod City’s streets, her stomach aching to be filled as she reached her destination. She entered a new snazzy sitdown restaurant, Leppacombee’s; some kind of “casual dining bar and grill”, whatever that meant. Either way, she was famished so she made her way in, looking for her friend.

“Yoo-hoo~! Whitney, over here!” A dark blond long-haired woman in a black and pink dress waved her over to her table. “Like, it’s about time you got here, girlfriend. Hard day at the ranch?”

“You could say that, Samantha.” Whitney replied, sitting down and burying her face in the menu Samantha was one of the self-proclaimed beauty class trainers that helped her out at her gym.

“It’s a long story.” Whitney's stomach growled again.

“Wow, sounds like you swallowed an Exploud, girl.” Samantha giggled. “Do we need to order some appetizers-?”

“YES!” Whitney snapped eagerly, waving their waiter down to place her order “Let’s get two samplers! What would you like?”

Samantha blinked “Er…a salad?”

“Oh yeah, one for me too with chicken and extra dressing!”

Minutes later they were served their banquet of a first course, consisting of a chicken salad, boneless buffalo wings, fried mozzarella sticks, quesadilla wedges and spinach dip with taco chips; Samantha on the other hand just had a Caesar salad.

“So… um… this is gonna be your main meal or something?” Samantha said stunned as Whitney proceeded to wolf down her assorted treats one by one.

“No… mmm… it’s only an appetizer!” she said between tugging at the dangling cheese of a cheese-stick with her teeth. “You want a bite?”

“I'll... I'll pass, thank you.” Samantha stared incredulously as she even licked the dipping sauce cups clean. Distracted by the speed and slight sloppiness with which her boss’ pre-meal disappeared, she hardly noticed – even as she went to work on her jumbo salad – that Whitney’s bust had once again started its merry way along the alphabet. Once sizable grapefruits, her now braless mounds were free to swell outward against her two layers of clothing; even with both, her nipples were starting to become visible by the time her mounds grew to the size of cantaloupes and beyond, like she had smuggled two acorns in there against her ballooning bosom. She wiggled in her seat as her cute bubble butt pushed more and more against her short shorts. Her belly button starting to become exposed as both her waistline was beginning to be pulled down by her widening hips and billowing cheeks, and by her black shirt raising higher up her torso from her now larger than melon-sized tits. Even her legs were starting to grow thicker, threatening to split her shorts’ hems while giving her a bit of a cameltoe.

“Mmmm, I love this place!” she said as she set down her fork after impaling countless lettuce leaves and chicken slices. “Hokay! Now onto the main course!”

“W-w-whitney, like, d-don’t you think you should slow down?” Samantha was still barely done with her own salad by the time she was ordering more food.

“Nonsense, it's Saturday” she cheered “...Well, almost Saturday. Who cares? I can totally afford it! Don’t even think of splitting the tab!” the waiter nearly dropped his plate upon seeing Whitney’s altered bust when he came back; her melons were nearing the size of watermelons, if not the size of her head. The pinkette gym leader looked absolutely oblivious to this, even as Samantha pointed with her mouth agape and stammered.

Whitney was presented with a bountiful feast of a seafood pasta of shrimp, lobster and scallops, a triple cheeseburger with bacon and smothered with three cheeses, and seven layer tacos. Samantha hardly touched her own pasta; blindly poking the noodles with her fork as she saw the food before her simultaneously disappearing and inches upon inches of titflesh appearing in their place on the table.

“O-OK seriously Whitney” Samantha raised her voice by the time her now head sized boss’s mounds, with her acorn-sized nips swelling as well, backed up by bulging widening areola. “Something’s really messed up about this, you’re packing away food like… like a Snorlax or something, l-let alone your boobs!”

“Mmph~?” Whitney was still immersed in her meal and the medley of different flavors, a noodle dangling from her lips and her sauce-stained cheeks puffed out, which she quickly cleaned with her napkin. Upon looking down though… and feeling the cool, solid sensation of the table counter holding up her tits as they pushed her plates away… she swallowed hard and gave a yelp of surprise.

“Holy Miltank!! What happened to me!?” she cried out, scooting back in her seat and only now noticing she felt as though she was sitting on a massive cushion. She heard a few ripping noises as her thicker legs now began to split her pants apart at the hems. Her ass billowed out of the waistline of her shorts until it began to split down the middle, exposing her white panties now wedged between her couch cushion-sized cheeks, which were starting to overflow her chair.

“I dunno!” Samantha stammered. “You just started growing while you were packing on the pounds.”

Whitney paused… before grabbing her fork and gulping down another huge bundle of noodles and shellfish, cooing at the creamy, noodley, fishy flavor that seemed to get better with every bite. She shuddered, now aware of the changes; she could feel her body growing ever so slightly curvier. She reached down and found that even her tummy was starting to stick out a bit; not a whole lot to the point of a beer belly or anything like that, but a definite prominent softness to it compared to her old flat stomach. This caused her to frown as she slid off of her seat, trying to ignore her jiggling and now sloshing bust as she stood up… also now noticing she was at least a foot taller as well.

“T-tell me honestly…” she said as she struggled with her straining top, her buttons now struggling to hold back her massive bust with her third button down clinging to the underside of her boobs and her slightly chubby tummy on full display. “D-do I look…” her eyes began to water “Do I look ugly like this?”

Samantha stared breathless for a long time, just staring at the massive curvaceous woman before her as her tits continued billowing outward. She rushed to her boss’s side and tried to place a hand on her shoulder. “N-no way! No freakin' way.” She exclaimed as she noticed that even her black and blue striped socks were starting to split from her thicker calves. “Y-you’re… wow…” Samantha placed a hand on the nearest tit and pressed it into her billowing flesh, noticing the strange sloshing sensation as Whitney moaned, feeling her thumb sized nipples atop her teacup areola gush with a warm liquid that made wet spots grow on her shirt. “A-amazing… It’s kinda weird but…wow.” She said incredulously, sitting back down in her chair.

“Y-you really like me being this huge?” Whitney blushed while still picking up her cheeseburger in one hand and munching on it.

“Well… yeah! You look amazing!”

“Really!?” Whitney closed her eyes for a moment... when she opened them back up, her pupils were now bright pink heart shapes. Her stomach gave another loud roar while milk continued to dribble down her shirt more and more as she ate, having to rest her food on her tits once they began to cover her side of the table. Her chair soon gave out from under her, but still she kept eating; just sitting on the floor at her new 8’ height let her sit up enough to reach the table.

“Wh-whoa…” Samantha offered her own food to her as she stood up, sauntering over to her massive tits, just in time for her three buttons to come flying off, revealing her rapidly ripping undershirt. Her nipples were now puffy udder-like protrusions with saucer-sized areola, constantly dribbling their sweet smelling nectar.

“Mmmmm…. Uuurp!” she let out an unladylike belch as she finished her meal. As she stood around twelve feet tall, people were starting to notice the bloated gymleader, especially when she felt a chill down her spine as a long thin tail began to grow out from the base of her spine, above her now massive barenaked hippo ass. It was tipped with a spiraling fluffy tip like a Glameow’s, only a pink color.

“S-still… augh… more… still huuungry~!!” she moaned as she reared back, her eyes falling on the kitchen door as her mouth began to water. “More…” as best she could, she crawled her way over the table and booths as people either ran screaming or looked on, stunned by the leaking lactating masses dragging the ground as she crawled on the ground on all fours – or perhaps sixes.

“Fooooood~!!” as her hands pushed away the double doors to make room, Whitney’s body continued to surge outward, past 15’ or so, the chefs running out of the kitchen in a panic as she lunged towards the food stock in the freezers and on the grills. Her massive pudding-soft hips pushing over counters and shelves as she scooped up the ingredients in the freezer, stuffing them between huge loaves of bread into makeshift hoagies, while her massive beanbag chair-sized milkmounds acted as a makeshift picnic table for her as their piling flesh encompassed her lap. The pressure causing her constant drippage of milk to slowly go from the rate of a leaking faucet, to a steady trickle from her many nipple glands that began to coat the floor in white. Her body rapidly filled the whole kitchen space, even hunched over, her back pressed against the high ceiling as fluffy pink fur began to grow on her legs and arms, ending in fluffy tufts at the joints like the edges of a Blissey’s fur.

“Mmm… ah… almost… fuuuulll~!!” she said after every single morsel of food was tucked away in her seemingly bottomless gullet, the last being a massive makeshift parfait of copious layers of ice cream, berries, yogurt and chocolate fudge. Just as she licked her face and hands clean of her somewhat sloppy solo banquet, she was hit by an orgasmic rush of pleasure and growth as her back breached the ceiling and her legs kicked through the walls.

Samantha scampered outside the restaurant as the walls began to shake and even the the entire building began to crack and rumble. She was just in time to witness a pair of fluffy white wings burst from the roof, like a giant Dunsparce was emerging. But evident by the massive semi-truck sized masses that followed, that was highly unlikely. As Whitney rose past 30’, she massaged her tits furiously, sinking her hands deep into her billowing flesh as the pink fur on her arms stopped at her wrists while her hands were covered in black short fur, almost looking like a pair of fluffy mittens, or the paws of a Lopunny, while her fur-covered toes also bunched together as if she were wearing puffy socks. Her bare skin took on a healthy light pink color, almost like a newborn baby’s, especially around her rapidly swelling mountains that heavily hung down to her belly button and were eclipsing her waist more and more as she passed 50’. Her hair was parted away to reveal two small, cute, conical-shaped horns growing out of her forehead, with a black patch of hair forming between them like a Miltank’s forehead mark. Like a Chansey’s frills, her twin tails turned a darker hot shade of pink compared to the rest of her hair. The skin between her collar and her gigantic canyon of cleavage formed into a dark pink heart shape by the time her titanic tits were starting to weigh her down. When the colossal and eternally gushing mountains of pink flesh finally ceased their growth, they would be so utterly huge on even her large body that they would reach past her hips and to her thighs; almost to her knees, if she slouched at all. While her nipples were wide puffy nubs as big as shot glasses would be at her old size, atop bulging domed hyper areola as wide as her face.

“Wh-whoooa~!” both the titanic 75’ Whitney and her assistant below shouted as the former’s titan chest came crashing down on the latter’s tiny body with a massive thud. Her almost equally gigantic rear with her triple-header cheeks undulated from the shock, with her feline tail swishing about; almost like a cow’s tail swatting away flies.

“S-s-samantha!?” Whitney’s voice boomed out, trying to climb over her immense pink mountains to see in front of her. All the while, she could feel torrent after torrent of her white cream gushing like a pair of fountains out of her huge seashell pink nipples. Gallons after gallons surged out in blossoms of white with seemingly no end in sight. Flowing down the streets of the city, they turned into a waist-high flood of white liquid that thankfully people had already evacuated away to safety from.
Meanwhile, deep in the tight chasms of sweaty pink flesh, Samantha felt her body tingle as it was bathed in the excess milk while she tried to push against the suffocating ceilings of titflesh that canopied over her like a collapsed circus tent. At this miniscule size, the valley girl trainer was about the size of a small toy to the titan Whitney. But soon, her own body began to surge with pleasure and growth, cream-colored fur grew from her hands and legs as she quickly burst out of her soaked black dress, a golden protrusion began to grow from her forehead and a curly tail grew out the base of her spine…


The now 100’ tall mattress of a titan would feel sharp points jabbing into the underside of her gigantic breasts (thankfully without puncturing her skin) before she felt something small, yet growing larger and larger by the second, crawling between her bust. Soon the head of a 25’ tall Meowth woman popped her, coin-adorned head out of her void of cleavage, followed by her arms and legs. Samantha’s ass now stuck out over a head of her mass away from her back while her tummy was adorned with six heaving breasts bigger than her head. Her forearms, shins and thighs were covered in tan fur, while her hands and feet had widened into large feline paws.

“Mraaaaaah~!! That was, like, super scary, Whitney~” the feline demi-titan yawned as she crawled on her right tit, pressing her paws into it like a kitty stimulating her mother’s bosom for milk… and indeed causing even more torrents of milk to surge out as she brought the beastly massive titan to an orgasm that made her massive building sized tits and ass quake with pleasure. At her new size, Samantha was just big enough to lay on one tit, and about a quarter of Whitney’s height. She was in absolute bliss from how amazingly soft and warm those gigantic sacks of pudding-like flesh felt across her giant feline body.

“S-soooorrrryy~!! Augh… b-but… mmm… that’s not that much of a punishment~” she cooed, petting Samantha like a little kitten.

“Purrr… whaaaatever.” She curled up with a yawn, still playfully swatting her titflesh with her tail. “I hope they don’t, like, expect us to clean this up.”

Whitney looked over her massive bust at the flooded streets. Thankfully the current of her lactation wasn’t *too* treacherous, so there was probably no danger of people getting swept away by it… Especially considering what her milk did to Samantha. With the help of her fluttering wings, she lifted herself up to her feet, surprisingly finding her new strength enough to carry her massive load (with Samantha perched in her cleavage), even though she could barely see where she was going.

“Ahhh… mmm… here we go~” It took some effort, a lot of careful stomping, and a few accidents where her army-bearing hips smashed into a few buildings, but the pair eventually made it out of the city and into the countryside… Her tits lactating the entire time and flooding the city further, unfortunately. “Um… oops, I think I did a bad thing. These massive milkers… ah… they just won’t empty~! She pouted, before finally laying down in a nearby field on her side, her massively heavy body rumbling the ground as it finally landed. “I don’t think they ever will.”

“Nah... are you kidding me, this is awesome!” Samantha mewed as she hopped off her cushiony perch and onto the milk-soaked ground below. Both girls looked on as a wave of her milk seeped into the fields of a nearby farm. The ground began to rumble before roots and branches rapidly thickened and a massive bush of Oran berries grew right in front of the two titans, while more and more bushes the size of forest trees began to sprout with giant car-sized berries.

“Ooooooh! This is amazing~ I’m a fountain of fertility!” Whitney cooed as she languidly reached over with her nearest paw to pluck a few berries and stuff them into her mouth. “Mmmm~ good thing too. I think on top of never being empty… I don’t think I’ll ever be full~!”