Bui’s Night Out With Flint Two Pokemon walked down the sidewalk together, side by side, taller than everyone else by several feet. A Buizel on the left, and a Delphox on the right. They didn’t purposely try to push people out of the way, but just thanks to being large other Pokemon naturally moved away. This wasn’t anything new for Buizilla or Flint though; they’d become much more used to being large and in charge. “Well where do you want to go?” Bui asked, nudging Flint in the side with his elbow. “Lots of restaurants and bars, on or off the strip-” “Haha let’s keep it simple, we’re just hanging out!” Flint said to cut off Bui, waving his hand in the air. Bui wasn’t so sure that he believed that’s what Flint actually wanted though, with the way the fox’s tail was wagging. Flint rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He was pretty sure that hadn’t really gone over well, but he still had to try regardless. There wasn’t anything official between them. This was just hanging out between friends. Not a date. Friends with benefits, but still just friends. It didn’t help that he drew attention everywhere he went, since he was 8-foot-4, there wasn’t a good way to, y’know, talk privately about the future. And maybe they wouldn’t be compatible, water type and fire type. And what if his friends didn’t get along with a new person joining the group? That was a common worry- Bui nudged Flint in the side again, breaking the fox’s train of thought. It didn’t take much effort; he was easily distracted. “You look like there’s something important on your mind. Do you wanna talk about it?” “Huh? No, no! I’m fine,” Flint lied. Buizilla hummed, thinking about his next move. That wasn’t going to make for a good time with Flint in anxiety mode. “There’s a bar I really enjoy around here, why don’t we try visiting that place first? Help you loosen up a bit.” In fact, it was the same bar he’d visited years ago and made a mess of. That gave the scheming water type a whole new set of ideas to try out as well. Flint nodded, allowing the Buizel to lead the way. There wasn’t a good way to stop drawing attention, but he did some anxiety relieving exercises on the way. Deep breath in through the nose, hold… and let it out through the mouth. Do some sense perceptions next: find some sounds to focus on, focus your sight on some interesting things, touch a few different fabrics or surfaces to help. Once he was finished, Flint had calmed down enough to be grounded. Just in time for them to reach the bar as well. The bouncer at the front door didn’t seem to have any issue with their entry. Buizilla gave an internal sigh of relief; that was one possible stopping point they’d made it through. Next there was the issue of getting inside and finding a table. Bui didn’t need to crouch, but as Flint approached, Bui noticed that the top of the doorway only reached the top of the Delphox’s chest. Mmm… that was a nice view. He took a mental picture for reference later in art. Flint crouched through with the practiced motion of someone used to living in a world built too small. His shirt caught on the doorframe briefly before ripping a seam over the bicep. “Ah, dangit. I kept this shirt specifically for going out with friends,” Flint mumbled, rolling the shirt up further across his arm. There, it wasn’t visible anymore even if more of his arm was. Bui’s eyes were drawn to the athletic arms. Flint didn’t notice though. His ears barely brushed the ceiling as the 8-foot 4-inch Delphox stood back to full height. Luckily there wasn’t a need to hunch over here. Just how he preferred it; as tall as possible, but not uncomfortable. Bui walked on his left side over to the bar, picking up a beer and a margarita from the bartender. Flint spent the time grabbing a table. Not literally, just walking up to an empty table and asking the people nearby to scoot theirs further away. He’d need the leg space and sitting space more than they did. “So where have you been lately anyway Flint? Been a while since you came out to spend time,” Bui asked as he set drinks on the table. Flint wasted no time picking it up, letting the cold condensation cool his hands. “Oh, you know. Just quit my job and found another. Studying magic. Made a big move. Trying to get my life back on track,” he said dismissively. The beer tasted great so he immediately downed half of it in one long gulp. “I haven’t drank much for a long time. Trying to sober up.” “Sounds like a lot. Wanna talk about it?” “Maybe after some more alcohol.” It wasn’t going to take long to need another beer; this bar didn’t make macro-sized drinks after all. They sat together at the table, chatted idly together, catching up on the years. Bui hunched over the table at a chair barely large enough to handle his weight. Flint did the same but with legs bunched up like he was sitting at a child’s tea table. In both cases, their chairs creaked dangerously. But that was fine, the more important part was drinks. While they talked the otter pulled his phone out of his board shorts pocket, keeping it beneath the table so the fox didn’t have line of sight. This was a toy he’d kept on his phones for years now, courtesy of Alkali. A growth app that was setup to be used on any specific Pokemon he wanted, subject to growing or shrinking at the otter’s whims. Since that first installation there were many more features added, like increasing libido, body type changes, TF- That app was developed almost a decade ago now, and once Flint joined GroLabs the fox wasted no time helping improve the program’s code. Introducing more magically induced effects made the technology more efficient, flexible, and most importantly, powerful. Tonight, there was only one feature he was interested in. Bui turned on the growth, but slowly at first. He didn’t want Flint to figure out his trick immediately and ruin the experience of watching it happen unaware. On his side, Flint just felt a warmth throughout his body, and a tingling sensation all over. It wasn’t fast enough to immediately realize it was growth; he assumed instead this was the alcohol starting to filter into his body. After the second beer he’d started feeling tipsy, and the loudness of the bar was enough to keep any ripping seams on his pants from getting heard. “And you know, all that fallout happened within the course of a single year. I don’t need pity because it was like, all my fault for doing it at the same time. It just was really, really rough.” Flint punctuated that thought by finishing his drink again and waving down someone to bring a third. And, on second thought, bring a fourth too, he was certain to need it. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand to make sure Bui couldn’t see the tears starting. “That does sound like a lot,” Bui said, with another virgin margarita at the table. Flint leaned forward, now at about 10 feet tall if he was standing. The table creaked but held beneath the weight of the fox’s arms. It also gave Buizilla a view of his sleeves rolling up further, the buttons straining and popping off his chest. Flint didn’t notice when one came free and landed in his beer. “I’m talking too much again. Trauma dumping. No one wants that. What’s been going on with your life lately Bui?” Flint asked, head tilted slightly to the side and a smile that came across as slightly forced. Beneath the table, his pants button popped free too. Flint reached down and readjusted his package with a palm. At the same time, he pulled his sandals off and put a foot on Bui’s. The touch wasn’t intentional so he recoiled instantly. But Bui noticed and rather than bothered, he was distracted instead with watching the pressure on Flint’s pants. “I started a new job. Moved in with some roommates. Still working with GroLabs.” Before he kept talking to get Flint’s attention, he pushed the growth slider a little higher once more. That would keep the fox growing while Bui put the phone away. Flint’s clothes ripped once more as the pants legs rose from around his ankles toward his calves revealing thick legs beneath. --- “Yeah it’s actually really nice being larger. Like, most Delphoxes and younger evolutions aren’t all that big you know? I’m the tallest in my family now.” “How big would you want to be if you could be any size permanently? A few more inches? A few more feet?” Bui asked. The table had more pints and margarita glasses now, each Pokemon having spent their fair share of money and time now. Several hours of drinking. Flint smirked and made a show of putting his hand to his chin, thinking hard. “Kinda hard to decide on just one, you know? But if I could? I’d want to be huge. Like, stepping on cars size. Peeking into skyscrapers to grin at cute people inside size. Sitting on buildings or people size. I’d really want to be as enormous as allowed and still interact with micros.” The fox drank from his beer once more to clear his throat before continuing. “At minimum triple digits in height but there are so many options. The main issue is losing out on good sizes that are smaller if I’m huge. Room sized or building sized are great too. I guess a better answer is ‘growing’ size.” Bui hummed and sipped at a margarita, talking over the sugar-coated rim of his glass. “But what if you were even taller? Still growing even more?” “Haha, that would be nice wouldn’t it?” Flint said, drinking more from his pint. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, not from the drinking, from being turned on. “What about you? How big would you be permanently if you could without issue?” “Permanently? Probably just large enough to be 20 feet tall, somewhere around that size. I don’t wanna be unable to get indoors for meals or sleeping, or struggle with staying clean. I just wanna be big, not huge if it’s permanent.” --- Flint hit the table with a hand at a particularly funny joke, not hearing as the chair cracked from the legs all the way up to the seat. He yipped when his ass hit the floor, rubbing at his sore rump. “Uh, maybe we should move somewhere else?” he offered. Buizilla put his phone away, making sure that the fox didn’t see the screen. He slightly turned up the libido and growth sliders, toying with the app to see how far he could go. “Oh yeah. That’s a good idea. There’s a booth over there.” He pointed to the way-too-small looking booth with one hand, but Flint was looking elsewhere. Buizilla’s board shorts left very little to the imagination, including the half-hard boner inside. The fox wasn’t sure what to do next. He wasn’t used to being the one that turned people on, or at least he never -realized- when it happened. Now that it happened, what was he supposed to do next? Flint did know that he wanted to get closer to the otter though; he was starting to get hard too in those too-tight pants he wore. He wouldn’t take them off yet, but the tightness did add to the pressure on his crotch. Maybe this was a chance to be a little greedier with what they both wanted. Flint could be in charge. When Bui offered a hand to help Flint back to his feet, the fox made a switch in his mood. This was supposed to be a hangout, but he was going to make it even better for his friend. “Well, let’s get moving then shorty. I still need some more alcohol to loosen up, and you’re going to make it happen,” Flint said. Instead of taking Bui’s hand he pulled the otter down by the arm to land on his chest. “Oops. Didn’t realize my own strength. You just don’t weigh anything to me now, short stuff,” Flint teased with a wink. The fox rose to his feet on his own, holding the otter under one arm. Wow, he didn’t weigh anything now. The Delphox puffed out his chest, buttons straining under that effort of holding him back. The nearby booth to their now-ruined table was not large enough to handle 12 feet of Delphox and an under-arm carried Buizel. But that didn’t stop Flint from trying, pushing the table back to give as much seating room as possible. Rather than waving down a waiter to grab some alcohol, he walked over and grabbed pitchers of beer off other peoples’ tables. The larger Pokemon at those tables looked like they wanted to complain, but after seeing the fox looming over them thought better of it. They could order their own drinks again. --- Flint stomped lightly on the pavement with every step now, feeling much more confident in his walking. Bui continued using his growth app on the fox, now reaching about 20 feet tall. Enough weight and height that the pavement and street shook slightly. And Flint discovered he really enjoyed the swaying cars on their axels, blinking street lights, and the way other people stumbled when he stomped. Bui wasn’t on his paws anymore. He’d been picked up in two hands by the Delphox, and set on Flint’s shoulder to get a higher view. The fox only struggled with carrying Bui briefly, before his growth sped up even further. Flint had a good idea of what was happening now, but he wouldn’t say so. There was enough alcohol in his system that he wasn’t really concerned with it, instead just enjoying the ride. Or, teasing Bui to make it even worse. “You’ve been looking at your phone a lot tonight. Can I see too?” Flint asked. “Nnnoooooo,” Bui said with a wink. Flint started unbuttoning his shirt, keeping it still on but exposing his torso to the open air. “Better do this now before the buttons come off entirely.” Bui watched as he revealed the fluffy torso, treasure trail of hair leading down to his crotch, and hairy but not bushy chest fur on his pecs. The otter hummed and started pressing the growth button on his app with greater speed. “Keep doing that,” Flint said in a rumbling bass voice. “Let’s head to the arcade, I bet we can cheat on some games there real easily at my size now~” --- Inside the arcade was largely empty already, but the few people that were still visiting here late at night needed to quickly make their escape. It started simple at first: a giant sized fox cheating at basketball games by reaching out and dropping the basketballs into the hoop, no throwing required. But Bui grew Flint’s size with every request for it, the two of them playing off each other for larger and larger heights. Now, Flint was seated on the floor, filling half of the arcade, machines pushed away or crushed by his weight alone. “Flint, you’re so huge now. Do you wanna keep growing?” “Yeah, you’d better keep going,” Flint said, leaning forward and removing his shirt with a flex. “MMMMM,” Bui hummed, eyes going wide when the rest of his fuzzy torso appeared instead of just the chest. “Help me get those pants off too,” the fox commanded. “I can keep the clothes growing with me, but it’s better to have it rip off for what comes next~” Bui stepped forward and pulled the zipper down on his pants; the button was long gone by this point, with half the arcade filled by a Delphox’s body. His jockstrap was next to come apart as soon as the zipper was pulled. Flint’s throbbing cock soaked the fabric with pre by that point and the elastic flew away with a twang. Flint hunched over as a quick burst of height pushed his neck against the ceiling, his legs into the far walls, his back into and then through the bar. All the bottles of alcohol left behind were destroyed in an instant of crashing glass and sloshing liquids. Bui watched the Delphox continue growing and the effect it was having on his dick. Each broken table, every crack in the walls, each additional centimeter, was making him drip pre and throb harder. And knowing that it turned on Flint encouraged the otter to go faster, harder. Each of them enjoyed the destruction, the growth, filling up as much space as possible. So the exponential building of their libidos and size built off each other. “Keep going Bui, give me more. I WANT MORE~” Flint moaned at the top of his lungs. Bui was just as hard too seeing the space filled by this fox, turning the app on to its maximum growth rate and dropping it inside his board shorts. Just before pulling the board shorts off entirely. He climbed Flint’s leg to get closer to the fox’s crotch. The ground rumbled while pieces of the ceiling fell all around them. Flint moaned as his voice deepened and grew louder with each meter added. Once the Buizel was on his dick and starting to rub, up an down along the throbbing body pillow sized cock, Flint couldn’t hold back from pushing against the confines anymore. He stretched legs out through the walls and into the street. Toes curling and arms stretching into the structure, people remaining in the bar were caught either under or against his red and yellow fur. “I’M CLOSE… DON’T STOP!” he said as a spurt of pre leaked out and across Buizilla’s back. “Mmmm, so am I~” the Buizel said, licking toward the tip of his dick. --- Flint sat cross legged in the street, blocking traffic in both directions, and crushing a few cars and street lamps in the process. He spent some time pushing rubble away, clearing space for the people inside the arcade to either get to the street, or get large chunks of building and furniture off their bodies. Grow-sploding out of a building came with its own risks to smaller people, so the fox needed to take some time to make it right. Once he was finished, he noticed that Bui was still knocked out in a pile. Flint pushed the splintered planks of wood and crushed bricks away, plucking Buizilla up between a thumb and pointer finger. The orange otter dangled limply there for a bit, with Flint’s hand brushing dust off his chest and board shorts. He set the water type down like a stuffed animal, and propped his back up against his left foot. It didn’t take long after that for the otter to wake. He stretched arms out from the afterglow of such a big night and rose back to his feet. “Oh man, what a night. Feels like every inch of me is sore but in a good way,” he sighed. “Well, you’re not the one that took the brunt of all that grow-sploding,” Flint said, awkwardly laughing. “Feels more like I got hit by a truck.” “And the bar looks like it got hit by something much, much larger than a truck.” Flint rumbled appreciatively, bending down to loom over Buizilla. He rested on his elbows, with legs stretched out into and through the buildings behind, shadowing Bui’s standing spot with his chest. The otter’s tail stood straight out as he looked far up into the pecs of a titanic fox. “You should press that ‘set minimum’ button on that app, if you like the view so much. See what happens,” Flint said, petting with a single finger and accidentally pushing him backward. Seeing how Bui’s face turned red and started to sweat the fox giggled and winked down at the tiny otter. “Only if you want to though, you know I’d like it already. Hold still, I wanna watch the fireworks with you.” Flint turned over so that instead of looming over Bui with his chest, he sat down cross legged in the street. “This was nice. You know, I really don’t like 4th of July as a holiday all that much. But the fireworks are always beautiful. I look forward to that.” The fire type put a hand around Buizilla’s back and pulled him close. That hand was large enough he could easily palm the otter. Fingers longer than a lamp post and thicker than a tree trunk wrapped around him. Each one weighed enough that the air was almost knocked out of Bui when they thudded on his back. “Yeah. I like watching them too,” Bui replied. “But I don’t usually watch them in the rubble of a building.” Bui laughed and leaned a head against Flint’s side. “Maybe that should happen more often between us. Y’know, just hanging out like you said earlier.” “Okay, but if we do? You’re making me huge again. Every time,” Flint said with a grin.