She could hear the muffled cries coming from below her, something along the lines of Maniko telling her to stop what she was doing, before she wrecked the place. She wasn’t one for disobeying her trainer, but why would she stop growing? It was too much fun for a start, and she hadn’t reached any sort of climax just yet, so there was no way she was stopping anytime soon. She felt her foot come up against something soft and squishy, equally as furry as her own foot, and quickly came to the conclusion that this was Maniko. She curled her toes and sole into a protective little awning, to shield him from debris and to stop him from being crushed against the wall. She was so thoughtful, even when her mind was being completely overrun by thoughts of how much growing she could possibly have left to do. The ceiling was already crumbling, and soon enough the world would be able to feast on the sight of her fantastic form. Now that was a thought, all those little eyes staring up at her as she outgrew the pokemon centre, they wouldn’t be able to work out what to do with themselves.

She knew that some would run, she guessed that others would stay and watch, but she knew deep down that all of them would adore her in some way. It was a basic instinct, if they couldn’t fight it, then there only choice would be to make it so they appeared to be on her side. Her eagerness shot up as  she fantasised about seeing all those tiny little people, on their knees, bowing to her, finding out just how it felt to be the short one for a change. She was dragged from her thoughts by a brief but cool breeze, running across her ears. She shivered, the trembling brought on by the sudden cold making the ground beneath her, along with the foundations, vibrate intensely. Next to pass up through the broken ceiling was her hair, sitting snugly between her ears, and making the sight even stranger to those on the outside. To those that were passing the pokemon centre in the streets, it looked more like someone had installed two new antennae, that just happened to be shaped like plusle ears. Though they didn’t look out of place on a pokemon centre, which was probably why no-one had bothered to get a closer look.

Shorty was in heaven, the breeze now extending to the top of her head, and some of higher parts of her face. The contrast between the heat she radiated and the cool air that was provided by the season, was like nothing she had experienced before. She felt a new sensation welling up within her, this time from just below her stomach. She closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip, her hands gently massaging the area. Then she felt a sudden jolt, much like the electrical one she experienced earlier, but this time it was much more pleasurable. It surged out to her most extreme extremities, her toes, the tips of her fingers, even the strands of her hair. Every fibre of her being was being zapped by this strange charge. Her eyes were shut tightly, as she rode it out, her entire body seemingly lost in pleasurable sensations. Her nethers in particular were on fire, she had every urge to relieve herself, like she would of a bothersome itch. Yet, her arms were clutched tightly to her side, tensed up along with the rest of her body. 

As she realised that she had no control over her body, she briefly gave a fleeting thought to her poor trainer. The cries had stopped, she could no longer feel him, all the signs were pointing to something terrible happening. She tried to focus on her foot, to feel even the briefest of movements against, but all she felt was a mixture of cold air and pleasured pain. Then strangely enough, as these new realisations began to settle in, the tense and electric sensations began to fade away, as though their time was up. Gradually she got her motor functions back, being able to flex her fingers, through to her arms, along with her legs and toes. She blinked a couple of times, staring out onto the blue sky that had now replaced the old, creme interior of the pokemon centre. She had finally broken through the ceiling completely, her head now having the perfect view of the city, especially the famous tower, standing way off in the distance.

A quick glance downwards, told her just how big she had actually gotten. Not only had her head and shoulders completely cleared the roof of the centre, but also her chest and stomach too. In fact all that remained inside the building was her lower legs and her enormous butt, and the poor building was struggling to keep even that contained. Mounds of her rear flesh pooled its way out through any means that it could find. Windows, rear doors, even air vents, it was like the entire building was being invaded by her backside, and the building was fighting a losing battle. Fissures ran up and down the side of the building, chunks falling apart, and missing those passerby’s in the street by mere inches. Now she was gaining an audience, people were flocking to see this amazing sight at the pokemon centre. After all, there had only ever been about three accounts of pokemon this size in the entire history of the world, and none of them had even been close to a plusle. Her toes poked out the sides of the building, wiggling pleasantly as they, along with the rest of her body, continued to grow bigger. 

Shorty couldn’t help but bask in the attention she was receiving, it was exactly as she had predicted. They had come for a show, and she was going to give them one, whether they realised it or not. First, she was growing tired of being confined to the pokemon centre, especially in the position she was in. Her legs were starting to ache due to her keeping them close to her chest, so clearly a stretch was in order. She lifted her left leg up a little, still keeping it tucked to her chest. Then she swung it outwards, smashing its way out of the side of the building, the sheer length and width of it was enough to demolish the wall alone. A shower of brick and dust was sent hurtling into the neighbouring buildings, even eliciting a cheer from somewhere deep in the crowd. Next came the other leg, eager to show off its equally destructive power. Not content with showering the crowd with various projectiles, she felt it was best to let them get up close and personal. She shifted herself about, bouncing on her backside a little as she turned to face the front wall. She lifted her leg once more and dug her heel into the ruined floor. She arched her foot back as best she could, pointing the toes straight up to the ceiling, and drawing level with the wall. She pushed her foot forwards, smashing it through the front wall, before pausing just to let the dust settle a bit, before shoving her foot forwards again.

For those that had gathered around the front doors, the last thing they had expected, was for Shorty to force her foot straight into their direction, but that’s what they got. One giant plusle foot crashed through the front wall, her heel easily big enough to destroy the door itself, while the rest of her foot left a hole shaped perfectly to her foot. The foundations of the wall came tumbling down around her leg, whilst the crowds outside parted, to avoid being hit. Of course, there was always going to be a few of the onlookers that were too busy staring at Shorty’s towering chest, or simply admiring her size, to notice the oncoming foot. As such, they were scooped up and sent hurtling down the street, pinned to the sole, by mere force. Both of Shorty’s now outstretched legs were as long as half the streets they extended into, and her feet stood taller than most of the buildings there.

She now had some more room to breathe, both the left and front walls had crumbled into dust, and only the back and right walls remained. She could see that her subjects were still hungry to see more, and she of course had plenty more to give. But there was no sense using some of her tricks on such a worn out building, instead she would need to find somewhere new, somewhere fresh. She drew her legs in once more, much to the annoyance of the crowd, who had only just managed to work up the courage to crowd around her again. She shifted her weight onto her feet, and gave herself a little push with the palms of her hands, assuming a standing position. Debris fell from her massive form as she stood up, pelting the pavement below. She hadn’t quite realised just how big she would be when she was standing, and it was quite the step up from sitting down. The regular two storey houses that adorned some of the streets, in between the skyscrapers and other assorted buildings, rose up to her ankles, just barely reaching her shins. And to cap it all off, she was still growing at an alarming pace.

Her mind was all aflutter with conflicting thoughts, one tiny part of her mind told her to leave the city and keep everyone safe, the other, much bigger part was telling her to go wild and please herself. One of her hands hovered dangerously close to her nethers, the heat radiating from it enough to probably boil something. Her legs rubbed together nervously, feeling the damp moisture between them, further fueling her desire for one quick play. She pushed those thoughts of public indecency to the back of her mind, and instead looked about for a building she could use. She settled upon a small, two storey cafe, situated on the back end of the one of the nearby alleyways. She took a few small steps towards it, her feet stomping into the ground with tremendous ‘thooms’. The crowd followed after her, taking extreme care not to end up underneath those street-wide paws. She stopped outside the house and turned around, her butt now hovering over the building, the rest of her facing the crowds. She peered down at her onlookers, and gave them a nice little wave, and a wicked smile, having a bit of trouble seeing some of them past her breasts. She then raised her arms into the air, as though she were taking part in a diving contest, and swung her own legs out from beneath her.

Her body crashed down on the building, both cheeks of her backside encompassing the entire structure. For those on the ground, it was more like watching in slow motion. The moment that her butt made contact with the building, everything slowed, or at least in their minds it did. Her flesh seemed to ripple like the ocean, as it gobbled up the roof of the house, falling further still. The windows shattered from pressure alone, the door splintering in several places before imploding on itself. The contents of the building cried out with a sickening crunch, as whatever wood, and plastic materials were in their, were squished under her weight. Everything was flattened down into a deep crater, roughly about five metres deep, pretty shallow if all things were considered. The giant plusle ground her butt into the dirt, shifting it side to side, making sure that she got every square inch of that house, and that the Earth had a nice imprint of her butt.

Thanks to her unique methods of destruction, her arousal skyrockets to new heights. She blushes as a small flood of liquid gushes from her nethers, heading straight for the onlookers.Even at such a enormous height, she couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the thought of people seeing how wet she was getting. She blushed a deeper crimson, and got to her feet, stepping over them, her dripping womanhood splashing more of her nectar around the street. Oddly enough her onlookers didn’t follow straight away, instead they all stood there, their tiny noses inhaling deep breath, after deep breath. There was something about Shorty’s fluids, something that seemed mildly enchanting. They didn’t want to breathe it in, but they felt as though they didn’t have any say in the matter. What should have smelt of a bitter mix of sweat and other things, smelt more like roses to them. It started to encroach on their thoughts, passing over their brains like a shroud, making Shorty all that they could think of, and gradually increasing their pleasure reception. The males in the crowd got hard fast, their minds quickly degrading into sexual exploitation, along with the females, who experienced similar symptoms. The crowds were now a horny mess, they wanted more of Shorty, they needed more of her. Soon, all the restrictive clothing that they wore had been discarded, and they chased after her, hoping she’d have more shows to increase their sexual desires.

Shorty had advanced towards the centre of the city, her eyes looking upon the famous tower, just admiring the shape. Her brain was trying to think of the most pleasurable way to use the tower, she could grind up its curved sides, or simply uproot it and use it as a simple sex toy. She blushed at those thoughts, unable to suppress her urges anymore. She approached the tower, only to be stopped by a group of onlookers, upon closer inspection she found them to be naked onlookers. She recoiled as a few of them took a step towards her, standing extremely close to her gargantuan toes. Then as though they were all in sync, they appeared to hug their respective toes. Shorty was confused to say the least, just moments ago they had been keeping their distance, and now, they were getting up close and personal. The hugging soon gave way to jabbing, tiny little pricks jabbed against her toes, and suddenly it all became very clear to her. These citizens were worshipping her body, they were aroused by the sight of her, so aroused that they couldn’t contain their urges and were now humping her toes.

For Shorty, this act was the final straw in her escapades of growth, she had ascended to a height where only Gods would dream of reaching. As she felt the first few drops of creamy offerings were planted onto her foot, she stepped back and fell to her knees, one hand back onto her breasts, the other planted firmly between her legs. Oh boy did it finally feel good to let herself go like this, and not a moment too soon. Her fingers plunged their way deep inside her, delivering sensations that she hadn’t thought possible. Her nipples tucked between her fingers, being jerked in and out, and smushed into her breast. She closed one eye, and kept one open, staring down at her worshippers. From what she saw, it was like a strangely erotic 21 gun salute. The females in the crowd just stood there gasping, riding out what could possibly have been the best orgasm of their lives, whilst the males fired their ‘rifles’ in honour of the giant plusle. Shorty couldn’t help but feel even more turned on, her fingers thrust deeper and harder into herself, but sadly it wasn’t giving the same level of pleasure. She need something bigger, she needed the tower.

She pulled herself back into a standing position and inched her way over to the tower, her legs quivering and shaking as she went. Her feminine fluids splashed down around the onlookers, even managing to soak some of them, drenching them in pure orgasmic bliss. She squeezed her breasts tightly and cried out a pleasurable scream, as she fell against the tower, only just stopping herself from knocking it over. Her fingers rubbed over her nethers briefly as she lowered herself down to the base of the tower, already bucking her hips in anticipation. The cold steel of the tower causing her to shiver, her nipples perking up and pointing outwards a little more. Her warm breath fogging up the glass windows at the tower’s peak, her cheeks rubbing them gently. Her nethers made contact with the steel base of the tower, and began to slowly rise up, her moisture running down the structure like a waterfall. It felt amazing for her to finally get to use this massive phallic structure for her needs, but something wasn’t quite right. She could hear something buzzing in her ear, something like the voice of reason, except smaller, and much more furry…

“Shorty! You need to stop this!” came the voice of her trainer.

Shorty glanced around for the owner of the voice, her embarrassment returning slightly as she realised that her trainer had been watching from the top floor of the tower. She lowered her head slightly, still gyrating her hips against the base of the tower, the rest of her body quickly growing around it. Maniko himself was practically hanging out of one of the open windows, trying to make his voice heard. Shorty leant in close to hear him, panting her hot breath over him, occasionally whining in pleasure.

“Shorty, you have to stop what you’re doing, or else you’ll destroy the city…” explained Maniko.

“I-I can’t he-help it...I-I ah, I need this…”

As she spoke, her arousal peaked once more, and another growth spurt hit her body. She ballooned upwards, her head surging past the window growing past the top of the tower, and even higher still. Her chest grew outwards around the tower, sandwiching it between her breasts, and uprooting it from the ground. Her orgasm hit her like she had just ran into a brick wall, it was that powerful. Her whole body quivered and shook, her mouth hung open as her body surged higher and higher. She could only speak in muffled gasps and wheezes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, squeezing the tower wedged between them. A torrent of her fluids rushed from her nethers, flooding into the city below, washing away her worshippers, and turning the closed off city into her personal pond. Her size continued to rapidly ramp up, now a single drop of her fluids would be enough to flood an entire city. Her head was surging its way into space, her legs stretching over entire regions and almost continents. The whole world would be able to see her now, they could all bask in her glory.

And what a glorious site it was, an enormous goddess of a plusle, sitting on one half of the planet, her legs kicking casually into space. She had begun to slow down in her expansion, her body adjusting to its new planetary size. Of course all the growing she had done had taken one new effect on her body. Her stomach rumbled, though she couldn’t hear it, she certainly felt it. There was no mistaking it, she was hungry, and she needed something to eat, and she needed it fast. It just so happened that at that moment, something small, white and round drifted into her reach. She took hold of the small space rock, and held it up to her eye.

“I wonder if the moon really is made of cheese…” she thought.