Ruff and Buizilla Story Summer was in full swing. The sun beat down upon Buizilla and Ruff with an unrepentant barrage of heat. Their daily training sessions had turned from a friendly competition between friends-with-benefits into an exhausting routine that threatened to destroy their muscles every day. Today, for example, their jog through the city left them both sweating and panting. They took refuge inside a PokeMart to catch their collective breath. Buizilla pulled at his tank top, trying to blow some cooling air against his body. Ruff had settled into heavy panting and keeping a freezer open so that the ice-cold environment would counteract the heat coming from his shirtless, fuzzy chest. Thankfully, no one seemed to be scared or worried by the entrance of the Buizel and Rockruff duo into the store. Buizilla got his pomegranate flavored slushie, and Ruff picked a bag of frozen Pokepuffs to sate his hunger and cool off at the same time. The most reaction the entire scene got was a roll of the eyes from a clearly bored Purrloin cashier. Both the Pokémon were silently pleased by how normal the exchange played out. They’d both been very quiet about their growth powers for the past several months after Macro March. Buizilla kept far, far away from any growth science. Keeping his own growth powers in check was easy, but avoiding the multitude of friends that ended up growing him on a weekly basis was harder. And Ruff… well, he was always growing in one way or another. But at least when he was working out with Bui, he came back down to a slightly more manageable height. Something that wouldn’t lead to the local city dwellers running away. The only clue that either one might be something larger than the average Pokémon was the humming growth collar around Buizilla’s neck, and the set of shrunken mountains held fast against Ruff’s neck. Things were finally back to normal after the month-long March celebration of giants and growth. The runners planned to keep it that way as long as possible. Ruff bounced on the balls on his feet, impatiently waiting for Buizilla to finish paying for his drink. The Pokepuffs gave the rock type a second wind, and he felt like getting back outside to run right away. While Ruff was distracted, his eyes caught a small rack of clothing pushed into the corner of the convenience store. A beefed up Machop was printed onto the rack’s marketing, promising ‘Amazing Gains’ and ‘Massive Growth.’ He’d never seen workout clothing in a PokeMart before. “Hey, those are new. Wonder what these do?” Ruff asked, pulling an odd pair of sweatbands off the rack. They came in assorted colors, as many shades as you could imagine, and were made from a plush fabric. Each one had a small gem embedded inside, color coordinated with the fabric of choice, shaped like a Z-crystal. But what caught Buizilla’s eye was the tiny brand logo sewn into the inner surface, almost as if it were an afterthought. “Woah, that’s GroLabs branded EV-training gear!” Buizilla exclaimed. He plucked the blue pair of bands out of his partner’s hands. Reading the attached tag, the Buizel’s eyes lit up. “Put on these sweatbands, and they’ll help you increase your strength while training…” “Really? It couldn’t be that easy,” Ruff said thoughtfully. Marketing like that usually overstated the product’s effects. The canine brushed away thoughts of the wristband as he strolled outside, flipping another Pokepuff into his mouth. Buizilla, on the other hand, was willing to give them a shot. He’d been on the receiving end of plenty of GroLabs experiments; he knew their product line very well, whether accidentally or on purpose. Their tech might be dangerous and prone to malfunctioning, but it never lied. If these could help with training he could reach his health and strength goals that much quicker. Plus, a boost to their gym visits would mean they could have more stamina for… other gym activities. The otter’s dual-tails swished at the possibility. Oh well, so much for being clean and keeping a low profile for avoiding growth. With a grin he snagged two pairs, one brown and one blue, from the rack and slammed them onto the PokeMart counter. “Please add these to my bill.” --- Buizilla didn’t spring the surprise gift on his Rockruff workout partner right away. Instead he waited until the next day when they went indoors for arm day. Bui knew that testing new growth technology indoors would be much more fun. It wasn’t like Hitmonlee’s Gym was a particularly well stocked or large gym. It had 2 floors, but not very much space horizontally on either floor. There were free weights, treadmills, bikes, the standard gym equipment but not much more complicated than that. It had just the right amount of EV training gear to help a pair of health-conscious Pokémon like Ruff and Buizilla. The otter didn’t make a big deal out of his present; he simply tossed the sweatbands to the Rockruff. “Something new to wear, since the weather is so hot. We need more things to keep dry with,” he said nonchalantly. It must’ve appeared casual enough to Ruff, because he put the brown bands on his wrists without a second thought. The tiny, Rockium Z crystal on the bands shimmered under the fluorescent light of the gym. Bui put on his blue colored, Waterium Z themed bands on as well and started the workout without warning his unsuspecting friend of the incoming growth. He imagined it would be a pleasant surprise between friends. Seeing Ruff get blushy over his increased size would be totally worth it. They started with a simple warm up routine: a short jog on the treadmill to get the blood pumping before they properly began lifting weights. The tiny Z Crystals on their respective sweatbands didn’t react strongly at first. Their activation required an increased heart rate. But once the jogging kicked their adrenaline into gear, the thudding of their feet into the treadmill got louder and shoes tightened against their toes. It was still slow at this point; growth technology powered by Z crystals was on the slower side, a function of how small the crystals were. But that couldn’t last forever. The crystals and wristbands swelled in size along with their owners after all. Small cracks began to form in the plastic of the treadmill, stretching in web shaped patterns all over the equipment with each thudding stomp. Thirty minutes of working out, and already they’d gained a full foot of height. They might have kept going too if it wasn’t for how uncomfortable their shoes became; the duo decided to go shoeless for the rest of their workout routine. Buizilla parked across the room on a stationary bike facing Ruff, watching the Rock type ‘mon as he pumped his legs lazily. He wasn’t trying too hard to actually workout but he needed to keep up the impression he was. Even this light cardio pushed the Buizel’s height upward as his Z-crystals pulsed. His tank top inched upward revealing the 6-pack abs on Buizilla’s chest while his board shorts were pulled off his waist by the same growth. He needed to hunch over the bike, scrunching his body up to fit his hands on the bars while maintaining posture with feet on the pedals. A Lucario looked up at the growing ‘mon with wide eyes, unsure if he was imagining things. Buizilla looked as if he were using a child’s bicycle while his shorts that barely held together on his thighs ripped from top to bottom. He smirked at the Lucario, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The jackal ‘mon turned away quickly, suddenly much more interested in the numbers on his bike’s screen. Bui’s board shorts strained as it tented; better focus on Ruff for now, and not get distracted by showing off for gawkers at the gym. It took Ruff even longer for him to realize something was amiss. He lifted the free weights with relative ease, literally feeling them become lighter in his hands with every rep. The canine Pokémon tilted his head sideways, confused, before setting the weight down and picking up one twice as large. He hummed as he took a seat on a bench and started lifting again. Minutes later and this new bar of metal also felt like lifting a weight made out of styrofoam. Ruff scowled, huffing his annoyance before grabbing yet another weight. The oblivious pup didn’t realize that the weights weren’t getting lighter, but instead the weights were becoming progressively smaller in his hand. His workout shorts hugged his hips skin-tight, spandex waistband stretching to its absolute limit and hem of the legs climbing higher across his thighs. The Rockruff yelped when his pants ripped across the front, unable to contain the fluffy canine’s package any longer. Ruff looked around the room, and his face grew hot with each staring ‘mon that he made eye contact with. Most of them were looking up at him. A few were focused on his bulge, still held fast by his boxers… for now. Ruff rose from the bench with a start, and just in time. The thick, steel frame of the workout bench had been mere moments away from collapsing under the Rock type’s weight. “H-Hey Bui? Something’s going on,” Ruff gasped. “I know. Come on, let’s use the bench press. I’ll spot you,” Buizilla said, rising from the stationary bike. It groaned, practically popping back into its original position as it finally stopped sagging from holding up hundreds of pounds of athletic Water type ‘mon. He approached the Rockruff and was pleased to see that Ruff was a few feet taller. Bui’s face was even with Ruff’s chest, meaning he had to look up to see the blushing face of his workout partner. He even got to see that face turn a deeper shade of crimson when his hand cupped Ruff’s package. “I think you need to let off a little steam. So, let’s bench press,” he said. Ruff looked around at the Pokemon watching them, mouths agape and faces red. He whined, “Bui… here?” The Buizel simply nodded and dragged Ruff toward the bench by his hand, feeling the gym shake with every plodding footstep. He had to stifle a giggle when Ruff’s head bumped into the fluorescent lights hanging from the gym’s ceiling. Hitmonlee’s gym had raised ceilings so those fixtures had to be at least ten feet in the air, and Ruff needed to duck to avoid them now. No stopping them from filling this gym to the brim now. Ruff grunted as he flopped backward onto the bench, barely long enough to handle his back at the current height. Before he could catch his breath, Buizilla straddled the Rock type’s abdomen. He wiggled in place, ostensibly to get comfortable. It was totally a coincidence that his rump pressed into Ruff’s package of course. His dual tails curled in a lazy loop down Ruff’s leg as he carefully, slowly, teasingly reached over to pick up the bench press bar. Ruff whined again as the otter grinded against his tented boxers. Setting it in place on the metal frame meant to hold up the bar, Buizilla smiled mischievously. “Want to see how long it takes before nothing here is heavy enough for you to lift?” Ruff gulped. The rock type Pokémon could do nothing to protest; he was thoroughly pinned by the Buizel sitting on his chest. Ruff decided that the quickest way out of this predicament was, ironically, up. If he lifted more weights, he’d get larger. And if he got larger, Bui would have a harder time throwing his weight around. So, with plenty of apprehension, he started to workout. The bench under Ruff’s back groaned when the he started growing again, and he found it didn’t take nearly the level of strength he expected. Maybe this wouldn’t be any trouble after all. He easily lifted 500 pounds like the bar was an inflatable or a child’s toy. The part Ruff was going to have more trouble with was his own desires: it felt GOOD to grow. And in the back of his mind, he knew he wanted more. Much more. Buizilla tried at first to keep up with Ruff’s growth rate, but after a while he knew there was no point. The canine was simply the blushier of the two and that put his adrenaline generation into overdrive. Coupled with this continued ‘workout’ Ruff’s growth rate was nearly twice that of Bui. The water type Pokémon kept reaching over to add more weight to the benchpress, taking the opportunity to grind against Ruff’s package yet again. The boxer briefs with its cute dog bone pattern were beginning to tear now but it wasn’t only the growth to blame. Ruff’s dick throbbed, rock hard and peeking out of the top of the fabric. Minutes later, and with lots of squirming, there was no weight left to put on the bar. Barely any time at all, and already Ruff was outgrowing even the strongest Pokémon in this gym. Bui grinned down at his teasing victim, happy to see that the Rockruff reached twice his height and barely kept aloft by the bench he laid across. In fact, with a metallic crunch it collapsed beneath the duo sending the bench press bar and its weights clattering to the ground with an ear-splitting clunk. They landed in a pile with Bui on top, and a pile of ruined metal beneath Ruff. The only thing that didn’t land with them was Ruff’s briefs. Those were lost in their own pile, ripped to shreds. Neither of them realized it immediately, but the otter was sprawled across the canine’s now exposed and still-hard package. “Uhhh,” Ruff said, unsure what to do. Buizilla, on the other hand, was not so shy. With a devious grin he began to rub across the rock type Pokémon’s hips, thighs, package… --- It didn’t take much time for the roof of Hitmonlee’s Gym to crumble away from the head of a massive canine Pokémon. The people passing by on the street reacted with a mixture of awe, panic, and collectively shrugging. To some, seeing giant Pokémon was just part of a regular Saturday. This sort of thing was bound to happen if you spent enough time in the city; giant Pokémon outgrew buildings on a fairly regular basis here. For Ruff though, it was downright embarrassing. He pulled both hands up to cover his face as if it would make any difference. There was no hiding himself anymore. His arms did, however, knock away more of the gym’s roof to make space for the still expanding Rockruff. “B-Bui, cut it out, people will see if you keep rubbing like that! We’re out in the open now,” Ruff protested, looking down into the gym. Bystanders on the street couldn’t see into the windowless brick structure, but they could certainly imagine what might be happening inside. And hear it too, as the enormous Rockruff whined and twitched. His tail burst out from behind the building shortly after that, a thick fluffy appendage that wagged like the wind and shattered glass in the restaurant next door. Just what could be going on inside that would get Ruff’s tail kicking up gale force winds like that…? Buizilla suddenly exploded into view, shattering what remained standing of Hitmonlee’s Gym. His collar beeped as the growth spurt finished; he’d used growth tech of his own in order to close the gap between their growth rates. Both the naked Pokémon were now on full display, erect and unable to hide themselves within a building. Ruff yelped and covered his crotch with both hands in an instant. He couldn’t hope to cover his entire body, but at least he could hide his package. “Get behind a building, quick,” the canine said as he scrambled backward. Buizilla followed, of course. But his hands were aiming for a much lower part of Ruff instead, rubbing across the sensitive shaft of the horny Rockruff. Precum lubricated the otter’s teasing motion. “We should really take care of this, if you’re so worried about people seeing you horny.” Ruff whined but didn’t back away any further because there was nowhere else to go. He’d already been pushed up against a skyscraper, bending the steel frame beneath the weight of using it to prop himself up. Bui literally felt his friend shudder with growth, the sensitive shaft in his hand expanding in his grip with every twitching movement. Bui grinned deviously up at Ruff, drawing himself closer to the teased and blushing canine. “Let’s grow some more, Ruff,” he said with a low rumble. And Ruff mutely nodded his head; it felt way too good to stop now. Above them a news helicopter circled around the flustered pair of giants, trying to get just the right angle for a shot on the evening news cycle. The Pidgey pilot grunted and grumbled with each slight movement of the skyscraper sized Pokémon. No matter where he flew it seemed they were always shifting just out of view. One moment the Buizel’s hand was hidden behind a billboard, the next they’d rolled over so a skyscraper covered the Rockruff’s torso. If anyone wanted footage of a canine’s blushing face and an otter’s fiendish smile, they’d be in luck tonight. But anything more graphic than that escaped view. If he waited long enough, maybe they’d get too large to be hidden. The past thirty minutes he’d watched them easily quadruple in height, with no signs of slowing down. Ruff looked up at the spotlight illuminating his face, squinting at the tiny machine hovering out of reach. When he recognized what that helicopter was doing the canine gasped and hid his face with both hands. “Bui! They’re filming us, everyone can see!” he cried. That revelation didn’t seem to slow Bui down though, as his face slid just out of view and toward the Rockruff’s pelvis. The helicopter pilot swore and tried to shift his flight pattern away from the office complex that was now blocking the view. All he got though was squirming movement, clenched Rockruff toes, and a moan that blew out the microphone on his camera. Buizilla’s head remained right where it was, licking slowly along Ruff’s erection, until moments later Ruff positively exploded with growth and cum in equal measure. The Rockruff began to double in height in rapid succession, each shuddering shot causing the overstimulated canine to grow. The growth only turned him on more though, creating a feedback loop that left Ruff always just on the edge of climax. Seconds of lusty climax was approaching minutes, and that meant the city was properly in danger now. Ruff was vaguely aware of the yelp from his friend. The otter was stuck clinging to Ruff’s package for dear life as he watched skyscrapers, streets, cars, anything that got in the growing canine’s way get smothered under shuddering brown fur or caught up in his clenching hands that tore apart pavement like it were made of nothing more than sand. Each of Ruff’s loads of cum covered an increasingly large area of the city. At first it was barely enough to flood a car, maybe a bus. As the climax continued, that turned into filling entire city blocks and flooding streets. Ruff bucked his hips into the air and fired one particularly far reaching load up into the air, toward a tiny machine hovering nearby. The helicopter veered off course as a thick glob of seed splattered across the windshield, completely blocking the Pidgey’s view. He squawked and struggled to regain control as klaxons and alarms went off all throughout the cockpit. That was probably his cue to get the heck out of here; he’d gotten plenty of footage for the station. He wasn’t about to risk his life for this job, just to get a better shot of two horny titans! The windshield wipers flipped on, struggling to push the viscous liquid away and restore some semblance of visibility. As the helicopter beat a hasty retreat, the enormous Rockruff quaked and turned the city into rubble beneath his still growing rump… his climax had come to a close, but the pounding of his heart signaled that the duo’s growth spurt was far from finished. --- The EV training gear on Bui’s wrist sparked when he prodded at it, beeping pathetically as it tried to maintain a charge. The Buizel sighed and pulled the wristbands off, tossing them into the ocean. Each piece of the pair of engineered fabric caused a wave that could have been classified as a tsunami, but to Bui it was like throwing them into a puddle by this point. Buizilla sat atop North America, covering most of it in his cross-legged position with one particularly lucky portion of the Midwest finding itself covered with his sac. “Yeah, I think they’re dead. I’ve dealt with enough malfunctioning growth tech to know what that ‘beeeoooowwww’ noise means; it’s out of battery,” Bui said with a moody sigh. “Think this is as large as we’ll end up getting. No more fun for us now.” Ruff sighed in unison with Bui, but out of relief instead. “Thank goodness. That was one heck of a training session, Bui,” the canine rumbled as he floated just outside the realm of Earth’s gravity. He’d grown far, far more than the otter thanks to his lusty encounter while they were both still city-sized. Nearly twice the size of Earth, Ruff was a little too large to easily sit on the planet comfortably anymore. So instead the Rockruff just floated cautiously around Earth, like a curious dog-shaped moon. The canine shifted uncomfortably. “So… now what? Any plan to get back to normal size?” Buizilla crossed his arms, looking down at the cracked ground under him. “We’ll just have to wait. Someone from GroLabs will be working on a fix for this already, I’m sure of it. They always are. Someone will fire up a shrink ray or brew up an antidote.” “Well what do we do until then?” The silence stretched out between the pair of titanic Pokémon, encompassing a series of shared thoughts between both of them. Ruff’s face turned bright red. Bui’s face broke into a grin. There was much more space up here to occupy their time with now, without fear of damaging anything down on the planet’s surface now after all… they could always blow off a little steam together. And based on the way Ruff’s package twitched, it looked like he’d fully recovered from their ‘exercise’ by this point. Bui stood up again and leaped toward the Rockruff, plotting to give the planet below a very steamy show. They had nothing but time after all.