Celia yawned as she curled up beneath the warm blanket, glass of champagne in one hand and a Mareep cuddled up under the other. The holiday season had slowly come to a close with a blizzard outside. The weather totally ruined their plans for a Radda birthday party, leaving a much quieter evening with just the two of them. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Just not what they’d planned. Bowls and plates of food galore sat on the kitchen counter unused.

While the wind and snow howled outside, the inside of their house was toasty warm. A fire flickered in the background and the ambient warmth from a 10-ish foot tall Eevee definitely helped too. Even if Radda had been looking forward to the party he couldn’t say no to cuddling up to Celia’s side. The blanket they were using was Celia-sized though, so he could only sneak his head out from beneath it to be seen. A blanket, an Eevee, a fireplace… what more could a Mareep ask for?

A light rumbling from Celia’s phone signaled a text message. The ‘vee sighed after reading it. “Well, that’s the last guest. Not even Uncle Bill could make it to the party this year. You wanna do anything with just the two of us, sheepy? It’s your birthday after all.”

Radda perked up from under her arm. “Hm? No, this is pretty nice. We could turn a movie on?”

“Sure. Since there’s no one here to make any awful ‘Natuflix and Chill’ jokes at us,” she replied. The remote was just out of reach. Leaning forward to try and grab it didn’t help either as Radda was lightly mooshed into the Pokegal’s side. “Urf, Radda, sorry. Could you scoot a bit so I can get the remote?”

The reep bahhhed contentedly, half-heartedly scooting up to grab the remote. “I’ll just get it, no problem. Gonna go grab some snacks for us too. Could you pick out a good movie?” he replied, tossing it to his lady ‘vee. Celia watched Radda disappear into the kitchen, most likely to bring back arms full of a generous helping of food. Most of it for her of course. Once the little sheep was out of sight Celia grinned. He’d need somewhere comfortable to rest while watching the movie of course. Sure, that was a good enough excuse.

A small candle burned atop the coffee table in front of their couch. Perfect. Celia leaned forward, couch creaking beneath her ample tonnage, to pluck the candle out of its glass stand. Holding it between two fingers she sucked in gently like a vacuum, snuffing out the candle as the fire atop it poofed into her mouth. The warmth of the flame spread from her muzz down her throat and then out toward the rest of her body. It heated up in the core of her belly while the changes began. The brown and tan of her fur shifted to an orange and yellow hue while the fluff of her mane puffed outward. She hummed and cupped beneath her breasts, trying to be careful to not totally ruin her sweater. It was a good thing too because they started to overfill her hands soon enough. They’d definitely make for a much better seating arrangement for Radda this way. She scooted out on the couch while the rest of her body’s fur fluffed up, fur peeking out from under her sweater. She’d need to use the whole couch to fit by the time this was done. Her gaze shifted upward while the room shrank away around her, feet of height piling atop the newly minted Flareon’s body. The jeans she wore stretched bravely but didn’t stand much chance against a set of thickening buttcheeks that began to spill across the entire couch. This would definitely make for a nice surprise when Radda got back with the food. Although as she thought it, the seams on her sweater ripped along the arms. The fabric was pulled upward on her frame, showing off an jiggling tum. Oops.

Celia grinned nice and wide at the Reep when she saw him peek his head into the living room doorway. His face turned a bright shade of red once he saw what happened behind his back. “Ohh. So, I get a Flareon tonight rather than an ‘vee?” he asked.

“Yup. Just think of it as another part of your birthday presents. I’m gonna need a new Christmas sweater too. It didn’t really survive the evolution as intended.” Sure enough, the sleeves of her sweater had torn all the way up her arms. Apparently, having much more muscular arms wasn’t in the intended design for her sweater. The bra beneath had stretched out to compensate for the ruined sweater, covering up the top half of her ample chest.

Radda bleated as he bashfully shuffled forward. The small plate of sandwiches balanced between his hands shook lightly with each movement she made; he’d brought them as a snack for her but now it looked positively puny. Looking from the plate back to her, he raised the food up. He’d need a lot more sandwiches than this. Celia giggled and accepted the gift though, tossing the food into her awaiting mouth with a single bite.

“H-Hang on, I’ll go get the rest of the food. Just need- eep!” Celia didn’t let her little boyfriend finish that thought though. Instead, Radda found himself plucked up and cuddled like a sheepy stuffed animal caught right in the cleavage between her breasts. Celia gave a satisfied grin. The whole house had heated up significantly in the ensuing minutes after her evolution, but caught like this against her bra was easily the best blanket Radda could’ve ever hoped for.

The Floofeon sidled her way off the couch, taking extra care to not hit any of the support beams in the ceiling above. That couch didn’t seem like it would be super supportive anymore, not with all the extra muscle mass. With a shrug Celia sat down on the floor instead and carefully plucked her Reep passenger. There was a comfier place for him to be after all. If he wanted warmth, then by Arceus she’d give it to him.

Radda was genuinely surprised, and just a little disappointed, when he found himself picked out from Celia’s warm bosom. He flumped on the floor when she dropped him in front. Before he could ask just what was going on he felt a strong push from his right side. Bleating in confusion, he turned to see an approaching wall of Flareon paw, toes wiggling atop. Ohh. So that was her game. While Radda tried to decide whether to back up or launch headlong into his girlfriend’s soles, another push from behind made the choice for him. Distracted as he was, he hadn’t seen Celia’s other paw coming to smoosh him into a paw sandwich.

“Feeling nice and toasty down there?” Celia asked, wiggling her fluffy toes across the Reep’s body. There wasn’t much in the way of a reply, except for a muffled bahhhhh. Probably a happy bah. The thickened and extra plush fur around her foot made for a super comfortable bed for the Mareep. Two paw buns and a wooly Radda center for the sandwich.

While the Eon was busy teasing her little beau, she neglected to pay attention to just where her body was situated. The fluffed up orange tail behind her was wagging against the walls and furniture with abandon until it finally settled inside the fireplace. Nothing to worry about for a fire type like her. But the extra energy from that fire did seem to be slowly adding more mass to Celia’s already expanded body. It was hard to fit herself easily in the cramped room anyway with all the extra size from her evolution, but soon it would be downright impossible if her tail didn’t move.

Radda noticed the growth almost immediately as the warm paw pillows pressing into him on either side rubbed against his body from their stretching. He did want to warn her that something was going on. The furniture and house would be at risk at this rate. Bleating in protest, he found any cries for attention were muffled by the silky fur surrounding his paw prison. The minutes of growing paws passed without a care, so Radda sighed and resigned himself to instead rubbing at Celia’s tender soles. No way to stop the growth, may as well enjoy it.

Finally the roof did ruin the party by getting in the way of the Flareon gal’s growth. Celia rubbed at the tender spot atop her head. That was odd. She couldn’t possibly be big enough to bump the ceiling while sitting down. But she also couldn’t deny the pain on her head either. It didn’t take long at all before the roof once again pressed down on her hunched over head and shoulders.

“Uh oh. Radda, what’s going on? I don’t wanna ruin another house!” Celia said, trying to turn around and search for the source of the heat that was helping her bloat. But the room was a little too cramped for her to turn around properly. Each tiny movement caused the floor to creak ominously. That left the beefy Flareon with very few options. Can’t move, might break things. Can’t hold still, will definitely break things.

In the end it was the house that gave up the ghost. With a horrific CRUNCH, the wooden floor collapsed beneath the pair of Pokemon. The house shuddered violently as the mass shifted down to the basement but miraculously stayed standing for now. The dust took a few seconds to settle before Celia could get a good look around.

“Radda! Are you okay?” she asked, pulling her paws apart carefully to peek at her lil passenger. Radda held his head dizzily, flopping against the concrete floor. The Flareon breathed a sigh of relief, a small ember escaping her mouth. As long as he was okay then it was fine. The damage could definitely have been worse. Just losing one floor was better than losing the whole house. That could easily be fixed.

Celia’s smile was interrupted by a spray of water against her face though. Whipping her head toward the source she saw a vicious crack in the side of the hot water heater. Boiling hot water was soaking her to the bone, and her body hungrily gobbled up the heat. A small shiver was all the warning she would receive before the growth started anew, this time far faster. She squeaked in surprise before smooshing her paws back together again to protect Radda.

Thankfully no one was outside in the blizzard to see the house’s shaking. Nor was anyone able to see when the house practically exploded with fluff, walls pushed aside by orange and yellow fuzz. The roof balanced gingerly on top of Celia’s head. The Flareon looked up at her new hat, crossing her eyes as she tried to get a fix on it. Definitely not her style, she was more of a hatless ‘eon. She tried to pluck it off but only managed to crush it in her hand accidentally. Oops. Guess that was bound to happen when you were… shoot, how tall? It was pretty hard to tell. Had to be at least fifty feet though. The house altogether was two stories plus a basement, and she’d just burst out of it entirely while sitting down. Fifty sounded like a good estimate.

The snow was cold, but it evaporated instantly against the fire-type’s fur. In fact, a small clearing of snow started to melt around her, making a little circle of cleared away grass and house rubble. The benefits of being an enormous fire-type. And she could keep her little Mareep passenger warm too.

“Oh, shoot, Radda!” Celia exclaimed, remembering the sandwiched sheep between her paws. She pulled them apart and looked down. “Are you okay? I had to think quickly to keep you safe, so I might have smooshed you a little too much.”

Radda was caught against the thick sole of Celia’s right paw, stuck to it like a pancake. “Oh my gosh. Uh. Y-Yeah, I’m fine… a little… overwhelmed,” he bleated weakly. He pushed against the Flareon lass’s foot to try and free himself, peeling away slowly. He flopped backward into Celia’s outstretched hand, looking up at his girlfriend. Wow, she really did fill out with that last burst of size. His little striped tail bounced up and down with its gentle, happy sways.

Celia giggled and brought Radda up toward her face. “I can see a little blush on your cheeks there reepy.” Radda didn’t argue, rather he just swatted at Celia’s face with a bahhhh. The Flareon smiled at her now much tinier boyfriend and planted a plus-sized smooch on top of his head.

“Well the house is doomed. So that kinda ruins our watch a movie plan, what now?” Radda asked, once he’d recovered from getting a kiss from a set of lips that easily covered his entire body at once.

“Hmm. Well, no party, no movie… we could always just snuggle like this? Seems to be warm enough around me to not worry about the snow so much.” Celia didn’t wait for confirmation from the little sheep Pokemon. She picked the Mareep up from between her paws and brought him in for a big bear hug. It was hard to hear the muffled, but happy, bleats from under her arms. It wasn’t any easier to hear when she shifted Radda to sit right atop her tum, with a pair of breasts above pressing into him too, keeping him warm.

“Happy birthday, Radda. Maybe not what we planned, but it’s the thought that counts right?”