Dynamax Bands

Alkali tugged the last of the harness’s straps into place across Ruff’s chest, and nodded. “Okay. That’s the last one. You should be good to go now!” the Dewott exclaimed. It took days of research, and even more days prototyping a form of leather that could handle growth energy of Ruff’s caliber. But finally, after much experimentation he’d done it: a harness made specially for Al’s Rockruff friend that could control his size. The otter swooped away from Ruff to get a better look. The white leather with blue and pink accents framed Ruff’s chest right around the pecs, with two smaller armbands on either of his biceps. Calling the fit ‘tight’ would be an understatement though as the leather creaked slightly with each movement Ruff made, even the act of breathing stretched the harness out. Al struggled with the limits of his scientific knowledge in order to create something with enough power to contain a constantly growing Pokemon. If Ruff had been much bigger at his unrestricted, mountain dwarfing size, there would be no way within the Dewott’s imagination to bring the canine down to size. 

The Rockruff stuck his tongue out and flexed a single arm, cheekily teasing Al. That was all it took to get the Dewott’s face blushing, and rushing off to pull up calculations within his computer. The Rock type ‘mon giggled; Al was always easy to mess with. He adjusted the Z-Crystal around his neck and pulled at his blue shorts to get them to fit. Ruff wasn’t used to actually fitting into his normal sized clothing, but he supposed that was something he’d get used to with time.

Ruff’s tail wagged without a care in the world, not worried in the least about anything going wrong this time. He was finally getting something HELPFUL from Alkali rather than tech that would just make him larger. Being 7-feet-tall like this might be slightly taller than most people, but it was still small enough to fit indoors. It didn’t matter how long it took for the Dewott to come through; the results in the end would be perfect. He could finally stay one size! He wouldn’t have to worry about outgrowing his friends or the gym whenever he trained. He could actually train with people and not outgrow everything. These armbands had the additional benefit of acting like Macho Bracers. It was a standard strength increasing item for Pokemon, but this Dynamaxed version turned all that compressed sized into benefits in his muscle growth. So now instead of being powerful BECAUSE of his size, he could train and get stronger without being huge. Even after just a few minutes of wearing the bracers Ruff could feel an increase in the size of his biceps, flexing it experimentally again. Trading constant growth for this wasn’t a bad choice!

Nevermind the fact that Al was partly to blame for his constant growth problem… if Al could fix the problem too, that was fine with Ruff.

“So how do they work anyway, Al?” the Rockruff asked, poking at his left armband with a curious finger. He half expected it to zap him, considering how many of Al’s inventions went awry, but nothing happened. The shiny black screen with a blue swirling symbol in the center reflected Ruff’s face back at him but did nothing else.

“Those GroLabs Z-crystal armbands were a good start but we can do better Ruff. Now that we’ve learned of the power of Dynamax, whole new avenues for experiments are open. And you’re the first to try it out. Those Dynamax bands will help keep your size in check,” Alkali explained as he flipped through papers on his lab desk. “It’s designed to inhibit your growth so that you maintain a single size. The growth is still happening… I haven’t figured out a way to stop your growth and I doubt I ever will. It’s just being held in check with the Dynamax bands. As long as you wear them it will continue to shrink your body to keep it in check.”

Ruff’s eyes shimmered, sufficiently awed by the harness. “And if I ever take it off?”

“You’ll spring back to your original size. Your growing, continent-overwhelming size,” Al said with absolutely no hesitation. Ruff’s eyes widened, as he stopped prodding the screens of his Dynamax bands. That sounded dangerous to do indoors. “Don’t take even one part of them off, or loosen it. Just the act of making them slightly looser on you will impact their ability to keep your size in check. You could pull at the harness and end up bumping into the ceiling on accident.”

Buizilla opened the door to Prof. Alkali’s lab, peeking his head inside. “Hey Al, ready to… oh hey Ruff. What the heck are those things you’re wearing?”

“BUI!” Ruff yelped, rushing forward to pounce the Buizel. He covered his friend’s face with a long doggish lick before coming back to his senses. “Al made some Dynamax bands for me, so I can keep a regular size. They’re the best!”

The water type blinked in confusion. “What? But aren’t Dynamax bands supposed to make Pokemon larger rather than smaller?” Buizilla asked, gently pushing Ruff off his chest so he could get up again. Ruff hopped off to give the water types some space, testing the bands by flexing his arms, stretching his arms above his head, doing a few toe touches, generally stretching out as if prepping to train. Maybe Bui and Al would want to go out for that after these tests of the Dynamax bands.

“It’s pretty easy to understand its use, once you get past all the growth technology and Dynamax band programming,” the scientist said, pulling his phone out. A barking, cartoon Rockruff face that looked suspiciously similar Ruff filled the screen. ‘RUFF SIZE v0.5’ the title to the app said. “I just made another app to control it. As long as this value here is set to 100%, it’s inhibiting 100% of his size so that he’s roughly 7 feet tall. But that inhibition can be turned off like so.”

Ruff’s ears perked just in time to see Alkali’s blue fingers twitch across the phone. There was no time to ask for clarification, or to complain. He felt a shiver race across his body from his chest harness out toward his limbs. The growth felt amazing, like the best morning stretch he’d ever had, letting all of his internal size spill forth as inches climbed onto his frame. The Rockruff groaned lightly as he felt his blue shorts tighten against his hips. The sound of ripping clothes filled the room as Ruff expanded past 8-feet-tall in an instant. In the space of a blink he’d grown a full foot taller. The canine yelped, holding the rips on his shorts together. He didn’t want to grow straight out of his clothes this early in the morning.

“Al, what are you-” Ruff stammered, face instantly red from the being turned on by his own growth.

The scientist’s explanation cut him off. “And if we turn this inhibitor back to 100%, he’ll return to normal.”

With a flick of Al’s wrist and a sound that reminded Ruff of a champagne cork coming loose, he felt his body shrink back to his previous 7-foot-tall height. The Rockruff breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his shorts loosen again, allowing his grip to slip. Something felt slightly off in his vision, as if his perspective had shifted upward. Ruff shook his head and chalked it up to vertigo after such a quick size shift.

What he didn’t understand was the change to his height was almost perfect, but not quite. Anyone able to measure Ruff accurately would realize he’d gained just a little more height from that tiny burst of letting his inhibitors turn off. It looked like the harness wasn’t quite as strong at shrinking Ruff back down after he’d been given extra size, overloading the shrinking circuits. Maybe the Z-Crystal and the Dynamax bands weren’t playing together perfectly, giving Ruff access to too much growth power.

“But that’s not all! It doesn’t just keep his monstrous size in check. They’re proper Dynamax bands too, so he can get way bigger too. Watch this,” he said, adjusting the glasses on his muzzle so they shined with malicious intent. His fingers traced across sliders on the application, and the words ‘Dynamax Activated’ flashed on the screen in a little word bubble spoken by the cartoon Ruff face. This wasn’t a function Al had beta tested yet, but he was pretty sure it would work fine. All the lab tests proved it was safe, what could go wrong?

A jolt of magenta electricity jolted across Ruff’s armbands and harness, the same color Dynamaxed Pokemon experienced when they grew to stadium-filling heights. Ruff’s wagging tail paused as he doubled over in momentary pain, his fur silhouetted with a slight magenta glow. The harness and armbands dug into his fur as he threatened to outgrow them. But shortly after that the leather began to give way, stretching further across the inches of Rockruff fluff. It took some powerful science to get it to keep up with Ruff while still maintaining control of the ‘mon’s size. The shorts on Ruff’s thighs stretched to their limit and then ripped free entirely, pulled tight up toward the rock type’s hips before fluttering off to the ground.

The rock type ‘mon took a step backward, trying to steady his footing. The lab shook with that single step, flasks and glass measuring equipment shuddering dangerously in place. “Eep! Watch out, I’m growing here!” he rumbled, covering his crotch with both hands. He’d stretched upward to twice as tall with just a few bursts of height and it wasn’t showing any signs of slowing. His face turned bright red as his paws pushed across the cold, ceramic tiled floor. Toes large enough to cover a manhole approached Al and Bui, only moving out of the path of their growth when Ruff readjusted his gait. The floor creaked with each step, as cracks snaked across the floor under tons of athletic Rockruff mass. A blush colored Ruff’s face from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears; he was horny, but equally embarrassed by being grown to fill the lab this way.

Ruff huffed as he was forced to sit on the floor, his legs stretched across the lab from one end of the room toward the other. If he hadn’t sat, the rush of size would easily have pushed him to burst through the ceiling into the next floor of GroLabs. Bui and Al were framed on either side with thighs large enough to crush an entire tree if they wanted. “Nnnff. I’m getting too big here! Someone help before I burst out of the lab!” he cried, one hand covering his crotch while his other pressed into the ceiling, easily 25 feet in the air. Ruff tried to not think too hard about being nearly against the ceiling even while sitting down. It was hard though, when so many hormones were telling him to be turned on by all this.

Bui couldn’t tear his eyes away from the chest of the enormous Pokemon, whistling as it grew wide enough to fit a billboard between both his pecs. “That’s some invention Al… you wouldn’t mind if I got that app too, would you?” he muttered without looking at the Dewott.

“Of course. I took the liberty to install this on your phone already, you can grow Ruff at any time now. Alright, that’s enough Ruff for one day. Let’s bring you back down to size,” Al chuckled. The Dewott pressed a few buttons on his phone before grinning triumphantly at Buizilla. “There, see? Totally in control. He’s back to normal size again,” Al said, casually flipping his phone through the air to catch it in his other hand.

“Ohh. That’s amazing. How’s it know to increase the shrinking power though?” Buizilla asked, crossing his arms and turning his back to Ruff. In fact, both of them turned away from the Ruff, apparently unconcerned by the expanding Rockruff filling the room behind them. They examined clipboards and calculations, all oblivious to how much larger Ruff had become in just those few minutes. Ruff had shrunk back slightly at first, down to 15 feet. But he realized something was wrong. Why hadn’t he shrunk all the way back to 7 feet like before? The Dynamax bands looked like they were at full power, and yet this was as far down as he shrank. His tail swished behind him nervously, still filled with adrenaline from having his buttons casually mashed by Bui and Al.

Ruff whined and backed up against the lab’s wall, crushing potion bottles, lab desks, and all manner of other equipment were smothered beneath his rump. The second level’s scaffolding creaked as his back muscles pushed against them, heavy back bending steel as if it were made of paper. His Dynamax harness and armbands shimmered again, in tandem with the glow of his Z-Crystal. Al hadn’t done enough testing of the Dymanax clearly; something was interacting between the two. And that’s when Ruff started to grow again. This was not the same growth as his earlier Dynamax experience. This felt more like energy flooding into his body, stretching his tiniest possible height to its absolute limit. The harder he tried to hold in the size, the more it wanted to explode outward. With the otters distracted, Ruff growled and grew back to his previous Dynamaxed height. The ceiling cracked when the growth forced his ears against it, bumping his head into the concrete and simply making a dent there rather than hurting his skull. The ‘mon whined, keeping one hand firmly over his package in an attempt to stay decent in his friends’ company. But even that teased the canine more, as he ran a finger over his dick. He shivered visibly and groaned.

“UHH… AL… I’M NOT NORMAL SIZE…” a voice rumbled behind them. The otters froze, tails standing straight out as they looked at each other with wide, worried eyes. Slowly they turned around to see the red faced Pokemon looming over them. Both the otters’ eyes went as wide as plates as they realized the mistake. Watching Ruff up there, they could literally see the Dynamax bands struggling to shrink the canine back to his normal height. It looked like the rock type ‘mon had completely overwhelmed the Dynamax bands; this WAS his normal size now.

Al sprang into action, opening the debug mode of his phone with a few quick taps. “Okay, hold on Ruff, I’m going to reprogram a few parameters in your Dynamax App on this phone-” he said as the screen turned pure blue with layers of white code. Just as he was preparing to add a few strings to bring Ruff back to size, an orange hand cupped Al’s phone and stopped his typing. The scientist looked up in shock to see Bui shaking his head no, with a devious grin spread across his face. He was about to ask what on Earth the otter was doing when Bui beat him to it with an explanation of his own.

“Nah, not yet. Let’s have a little fun with teasing him first,” Bui said. The otter walked up to Ruff’s crotch and started to pry the fingers as big as a telephone pole away. “He’s a little pent up, maybe some pressure release would help with the problem.”

Alkali bit his lip, face contorted between turned on and worried. “B-But his Z-Crystal, it’s interacting with the harness and creating some dangerously unstable growth patterns. We need to reprogram those Dynamax armbands to shrink him or his normal height won’t recover. That’s his minimum size right now! And I’m already measuring kilometers of growth to his unrestricted height, he’s… Bui he could smother cities with just a toe-”

But Bui wasn’t listening, and Ruff was too turned on to say no anymore as the otter continued pushing his palm away.

“B-BUI HANG ON,” Ruff stuttered. “LET ME MOVE MY HAND.” The canine’s hand slammed into the lab floor, cracking the ceramics across the entire lab. Behind it Bui approached a shaft nearly as tall as himself, throbbing in the open air now and revealing exactly how Ruff felt about the whole situation. Both Bui’s hands wrapped around Ruff’s manhood as he looked up at the blushing canine with a devilish smile.

“So what happens if we Dynamax you now?” he asked, to no one in particular. But both Ruff and Al’s faces lit up like a Christmas tree. That… was a very good question. And a good scientist always tests things like this.

The Rockruff whimpered as he saw both his scientist buddy, and his Buizel pall, pull their phones out and start tapping on the screen. Those jerks were going to double up on him with that app…! He got the impression that his normal height changing wasn’t actually a deterrent to Al and Bui anymore.