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# Shorty, she ain't.

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1. Humans and Pokémon are often talked about as being the period in history that broke down barriers between species, which no other race had accomplished before. But as usual, whenever there were new developments that would catapult the world of science and nature years ahead of its time, there was always one person who had to think too far ahead. Jonathan Woodrow was the man responsible for one of the single greatest mistakes in their entire history. You see, one day whilst observing people at his local Pokémon centre, a thought crossed his mind. That wasn’t uncommon for him, he relished in new and creative ideas, and it was this idea that would ultimately lead to his failure. The thought was that Humans and Pokémon had come so far, and yet despite the breakthroughs that were still being made, neither of them could truly interact with one another on a more personal plain. So he began to ponder on turning Humans into Pokémon, and by extension, turning Pokémon into Humans. Originally the idea had seemed ludicrous, and if he hadn’t bothered to leave the Pokémon centre, he might have left it at that. But no, the universe decided that he should go outside at that moment, and that was exactly what he did. No sooner had he step foot out of the door, did he feel the need for his cause rise beyond reason. Everywhere he looked he saw Humans and Pokémon playing together, running, climbing, laughing together. He felt the time was right, he had to break down that final barrier between Humans and Pokémon, and unknowingly to him, change the world forever.
3. It didn’t take him long to come up with a feasible blueprint for his idea, and even less time to work out how he was going to break down and resemble the very DNA of his subjects. It was the building of the machine that took up most of his time; he spent every hour of every day, taking only very small breaks for food and drink. Within weeks he had a prototype ready, but no-one to test it on. He had plenty of Pokémon to use for one half of the experiment, but he was seriously lacking in Human participants. He spent the next few days travelling back to the birthplace of his idea, spreading his idea to the trainers that passed by to heal their Pokémon. The response he got was certainly surprising, almost ninety per cent of the people that he informed of his discovery, were thrilled to hear of it, and couldn’t wait to try it. Even when he told them that it was a prototype and there were still so many variables that could affect the outcomes, they still wanted to try it. Over the course of another week, there were scores of people turning up at his home, their Pokémon clutched in their hands, ready to be transformed. The machine was a simple set up, mainly two separate capsules, connected to a central control console, similar to the device that Bill had created in the Kanto region, all those years ago. The professor took his place at the central console, and fired it up. A multitude of flashing lights flared to life, followed by a myriad of beeps and hisses, coming from the console and the neighbouring pods. Satisfied that everything was going accordingly, he primed the machine for the first test, and beckoned for the first subjects to take their place.
5. The first pair to try the machine out was a Rattata, and his trainer, a Youngster Joey. They’d come all the way from Kanto to visit Kalos, and had happened upon the professor completely by chance. Excitedly the youngster stepped forwards, and put his Rattata into one of the capsules, and then took his place in the other. The professor turned his attention to the central command console, and shut the doors remotely, via his console. He then began to type in the commands and algorithms necessary to transform the boy into a Rattata, and possibly vice-versa. His breath came in ragged gasps as the tension gnawed on his throat, a horrible feeling welling up in the pit of his stomach. He turned his head to the side as he brought his finger down on the circular green button, wincing as the device whirred to life. A cloud of pale vapour hissed its way out of the chambers, causing gasps from the audience, and a bead of sweat to roll down the professor’s cheek. Apart from that, there was silence coming from within the capsules, neither the boy, nor the Rattata made a sound, leading many to question just what was going on. The professor tugged at the collar of his jacket, as he deactivated the machine, and opening the doors, all in a few swift movements.
7. The doors slid open, clouds of smoke billowed out from the two capsules, and the two participants stepped out, but not as they had went in. The youngster was covered in a thick purple fur, which covered his body from head to toe. Two rounded mouse-like ears sat atop his head and his two front teeth had expanded downwards, and now sat firmly at the front of his newly formed snout. His eyes had widened, and now showed two red irises, along with jet black pupils. Standing proudly behind him, was a tail, long and thin, and coated in the same fur as his body. He still wore the same shirt and shorts that he had entered the capsule with, though his longer feet now poked out the end of his flimsy trainers. There was a stunned silence as everyone registered the sight that had befallen them, even the professor was cast into silence. His machine had worked! Though it may not be what he had originally planned for, he had managed to break down that final barrier, humans and Pokémon, were now one. As he took the moment to congratulate himself, there was a roar of people desperate to try the machine. The professor assured them that everyone would get a chance to use the machine, and he was nothing if not truthful. And so he spent the rest of his time transforming humans into Poke-hybrids, and even he became an Axew in due time, his discovery, changing the world for years to come.
8. ****
9. Fast forward a couple of decades and the so-called ‘Anthro Pokémon’ have become the norm. Humans have all but gone from the world, instead replaced with a mix of hybrids and pure anthro creatures. The hybrids were what remained of the humans, but you couldn’t really tell if you had met one or not, unless of course they told you. The pure anthro Pokémon however, were the results of many years of breeding and had completely removed the human element from their bloodline. They were Pokémon, they walked about like humans, talked like humans, and even acted like them, but they had no trace of human DNA at all, they were the next evolutionary step. Shorty was one of these pure anthro Pokémon, and sometimes she felt like she had been dealt a bad hand in regards to that fact. Whereas most pure Pokémon were tall, and athletic, some would even say perfect specimens, Shorty was not. She was a Plusle, an extremely short Plusle in fact. Standing at only three feet and eleven inches, she was one of the shortest on record, at least since they’d been combined with humans anyway. In regards to her athleticism, she wasn’t exactly a slob, but she certainly didn’t have the body of a Goddess either. Her hips were plump and rounded, giving her a sort of muffin top look. Her stomach bulged slightly, enough to meet with her chunky thighs, and curved enough to fit with her hips. If you looked at her body from the ground up, you’d be forgiven for thinking that all the meat was downstairs, surprisingly, some of it had made it to her breasts. They weren’t exactly enormous, but they a very modest, and very squishy C cup. Two plus marks were on her cheeks, and were often found to buzz with electricity should she get angry or frustrated. A mass of red tipped hair sat nestled between her enormous ears, and the usual red tail was behind her back, sitting atop her chunky backside.
11. Shorty had her trainer, Maniko, a character closely resembling a Lopunny, except with the just the bunny aspects and none of the frilly parts. It was an unusual sight, but Maniko had never brought it up, so she had felt it best not to either. Their paths had crossed during Shorty’s time with another trainer, someone who had decided to give her such a cruel nickname. By the time she met Maniko, her original trainer had abandoned her at the Day care Centre, and she’d given up any hope of meeting someone who would care for and love her. It turned out that Maniko was to be that someone. He had taken her in, even paid the extortionate fees that the Day care lady had requested in exchange for Shorty. Once she was his, he set about trying to change her name, so she could be rid of such a derogatory title. Unfortunately, the rules of the land were clear, it was impossible for the name of a Pokémon to be changed, should that Pokémon have been named by another trainer. So she was stuck with Shorty, but oddly enough she didn’t mind hearing it from Maniko, he made it seem more humorous than mean.
13. Shorty didn’t have an interest in battling with other Pokémon to get stronger; instead she buried herself into her passion. She loved to fix anything electrical, or even just mechanical, and had become the first industry recognised Plusle Engineer. In fact, at this very moment, she was heading down to the local Pokémon centre, to fix up one of the healing machines. She found that fixing things like the healing machines were perfect for her, because she was so small. This meant that her limbs could fit into places that the other, bulkier engineers could not. In the case of the healing machines, she was exceptionally useful, due to the intricate workings and all the small parts that were involved. Plus, these kinds of jobs paid well, so she would have been a fool to refuse them. She strolled up to the Pokémon centre, and crossed the threshold, the door providing a delicate ‘ding’ as she passed it. It was quiet in the centre, of course that was to be expected of a facility in which the power had been turned off. Only the essentials had been left on, such as the lights and the doors, every other circuit should have been shut down, including the one with the healing machine on. She crossed over to the reception desk and slipped around the back of it. The machine was stood there, no lights on, just completely blank. There was a note on top of it, which read: OUT OF ORDER. Shorty shoved it aside, and pulled the wrench off her tool belt, and went to work on the machine. She didn’t pay attention to the note as it settled again, just to her right, but if she had, she might have stopped working that instant. Stuck to the back of the notice was a second notice, on it, there was a message which read: POWER OFF, BACKUP STILL ON.
15. Shorty was now in a rather dangerous situation, though she didn’t fully know it. She was working on a machine that still had faint possibility of still being active. Of course she had the prior knowledge to handle herself should something go wrong, but in those cases, she had always known that there might be something wrong, here she was completely clueless. Still, she worked on, her wrench tightening this, and partially unscrewing that, completely oblivious to the danger she was in. After her preliminary fixing was done, she took a break. As she paused and rested for a moment, she caught sight of something sparking inside the machine. It fizzled periodically, flashing against the darkness of the inside of the machine. She deduced that it was probably just a bit of residual energy left from when the power had been shut off. It was nothing she couldn’t handle, she’d just absorb the electricity and then it’d be as good as new. The process seemed harmless at first, but it required the utmost concentration. If she stayed connected with it for too long, she ran the risk of injury, or worse, death. She’d only ever tried this once before, and things had gone smoothly then, so why wouldn’t it be this time? She stretched her short arm forwards and reached out to touch the spark, the electricity jumping to her fingers. She paused and began to concentrate, taking in the energy, but directing it away from anything vital. She felt herself tingle as the electricity flowed through her, feeling strangely warm from it all. Then the mother of all coincidences happened, the door opened with its soft ‘ding’, and her trainer Maniko walked in, greeting her in the loudest possible manner.
17. “Hey Shorty!” yelled her trainer.
19. “Maniko? Gah!”
21. The sudden reaction to Maniko caused Shorty to slam her hand down onto the sparking connection, and as a result, take in much more electricity than she should have. She felt it race around her body, singing her clothes a little, but causing no immediate damage to her. She cursed through gritted teeth, as the electricity caused her body to lock up as it jumped between electrical impulses. She felt her heart beat faster in her chest, and she could tell she probably wouldn’t survive. She still tried to divert the current away from anything vital, to minimise the damage, but there was just so much electricity to work with. The lights in the facility flickered on and off violently, and Maniko began to fly into a panic at seeing what he had caused. The whole ordeal seemed to go on for ages, before it came to an end.
23. Shorty fell silent, something was welling up inside her, and she could feel it pushing out to her extremities, and further still. She didn’t understand, she shouldn’t have survived that, nothing, not even an electric Pokémon could absorb that much electricity without a negative effect. And yet, here she was, feeling rather strange, but still alive. Most of all, it was a good feeling, she felt empowered, like nothing could get in her way. She rose to her feet, causing Maniko to stop in his tracks, and instead, slowly step backwards. Shorty looked across at him in confusion, and her brain slowly started to piece it together. She was no longer the barely four foot creature she was before; she’d grown a whole foot. She stood taller than her trainer, and she didn’t seem to be returning to normal anytime soon. She quickly grew again, and this time her clothes started to feel the pinch. Her work overalls started to rip and tear all over, her belt cried out in protest as it tried to hold back her rapidly developing waist. She winced as the belt became tighter around her waist, pressing into her flesh, the overalls between them tearing it to shreds. Her fingers fumbled with the latch of her belt, but she was growing too fast, her fingers became too fat to even fumble with belt. Her chest was in a similar position, her breasts were trying to keep up with the growth of the rest of her body, but her bra was holding them back, like dams do to water. She winced and bit her fingers as she continued to grow, every aspect of fabric on her body screaming for mercy. She moaned a little as the fabric started to rub against her, every movement she made, rubbing something against some sensitive part of her body. Her fingers tugged at the belt, trying to get it to break free, but it was no use. Her body was being wracked by sensations so good they were practically paralysing. Her hands didn’t know what to do with themselves, the rational part of her brain was telling her to try and get her belt and bra off, whilst the horny side of her mind was telling her to just cut loose and enjoy herself.
25. As she approached seven feet, Maniko couldn’t help but pause and just look at her. She was a thing of beauty, and now she was a giant thing of beauty. There was something about the situation that she found herself in, was just so, captivating. The way her body filled out, growing larger, but still staying in scale with her original form, it was so perfect. He reflexively bit his lip as he stared, repressed feelings of desire starting to well up within him too. His mind started to foray into unknown territories, asking him what it would be like to be sandwiched between those meaty thighs, or even flattened underneath that enormous behind of hers. He had to shake his head several times before he managed to get those thoughts out of his head, but as she grew to a whopping eight feet in height, they soon resurfaced. In fact, he got so lost in his perverse thoughts, that he didn’t notice the golden object hurtling straight for his head, until he smacked him square in the temple, knocking him out cold.
27. Shorty herself wasn’t aware of what she had just caused; she was too busy basking in the sudden feelings of freedom. She was aware that Maniko was in the room with her, and would soon be under her if the growth didn’t stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. This was her time to enjoy herself, and she was going to do exactly that. This building wouldn’t hold her for long, and once she broke out of it, she was going to rampage around the city like they had never seen before. Lumiose city was never going to be the same again. She shivered as her growth picked up its pace, easily letting her climb past nine and ten feet in height. Now she had to sit down to avoid crashing through the ceiling, but that wasn’t a problem for her, she knew exactly where she wanted to sit. Her enormous backside came crashing down on the healing machine that had started all this, sandwiching the machine between her powerful cheeks. She tensed as she sat, causing the machine to groan and whine, whilst she let out a pleasured moan as she felt those feelings of power increase within her. This machine was nothing for her powerful backside, and it was only a taste of what was to come. With another powerful tense, she smashed the machine to pieces, sending another wave of electricity through her body. This one caused her to cry out, shaking the ground and rumbling the foundations of the building. There was no denying it, she was aroused, and the sweet scent of her arousal hung in the air, informing her off such a fact. Her clothes had now been decimated; the last thing to bust off had been her bra, revealing her bouncing breasts, and pink nipples to the world.
29. She cupped a breast in one eager hand and gave it a tender squeeze, receiving a rush of pleasure as a reward. She didn’t care about anything anymore, she was all that mattered, she just wanted to grow, and grown, letting nothing stand in her way. Who would stop her anyway? She had already taken control of everything, the fools outside just weren’t aware of such a thing. Her head bumped up against the ceiling as she continued to fondle herself, bringing her other hand up to feel her other breast. She pressed the two of them together, imagining what it would be like to have the Lumiose tower pinned between them, squeezing it between her massive mounds, completely dominating it. Then she thought about the people that would be watching her, those people in the tower, escaping to rest on her massive breasts, admiring her gargantuan form. Or those that were on the floor, trapped between her toes as she walked around the city, or admiring the sight of her dripping sex as she strode over them. They were hers to command, she was their ruler, their mistress, and they would obey her. Her fingers moved to tease her nipples, rotating the tiny mounds in semi-circles and back again, causing her to punctuate each movement with a soft ‘ah’. The sensations were all proving too much, feeling her breasts grow between her fingers, envisioning how people would react to her, the feelings of power and arousal, she couldn’t contain it.
31. Her body responded by having her grow even faster, her head bumped violently against the ceiling, her fingers gripped her breasts tightly, and her legs crossed as she experienced a mini explosion of sexual feeling. Her insides felt like they were on fire, her body burning up from the inside out. It wasn’t painful, quite the opposite in fact. It extended her feelings to something akin to pure bliss, she breathed in heavily, drinking in that scent of her arousal, letting it swim around her mind, tainting her thoughts. She caught a glimpse of Maniko’s unconscious form briefly, before her enormous foot blocked him from view. She smirked, although she felt a pang of guilt about his wellbeing, but that was soon replaced with filthy thoughts about what she could do with him, or make him do. As she continued to expand, the ceiling above her began to crack and crumble; plaster and dust trickled down onto her, as she passed through the roof. Her hands still wildly exploring her body, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, in an almost cute manner. Her body still cried out for more as she began to pass the roof. It cried out for bigger and better things to pleasure her with, and she knew just where to find them.
33. Lumiose City wasn’t ready for her. But oh boy was she ready for it…

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Humans and Pokémon are often talked about as being the period in history that broke down barriers between species, which no other race had accomplished before. But as usual, whenever there were new developments that would catapult the world of science and nature years ahead of its time, there was always one person who had to think too far ahead. Jonathan Woodrow was the man responsible for one of the single greatest mistakes in their entire history. You see, one day whilst observing people at his local Pokémon centre, a thought crossed his mind. That wasn’t uncommon for him, he relished in new and creative ideas, and it was this idea that would ultimately lead to his failure. The thought was that Humans and Pokémon had come so far, and yet despite the breakthroughs that were still being made, neither of them could truly interact with one another on a more personal plain. So he began to ponder on turning Humans into Pokémon, and by extension, turning Pokémon into Humans. Originally the idea had seemed ludicrous, and if he hadn’t bothered to leave the Pokémon centre, he might have left it at that. But no, the universe decided that he should go outside at that moment, and that was exactly what he did. No sooner had he step foot out of the door, did he feel the need for his cause rise beyond reason. Everywhere he looked he saw Humans and Pokémon playing together, running, climbing, laughing together. He felt the time was right, he had to break down that final barrier between Humans and Pokémon, and unknowingly to him, change the world forever. It didn’t take him long to come up with a feasible blueprint for his idea, and even less time to work out how he was going to break down and resemble the very DNA of his subjects. It was the building of the machine that took up most of his time; he spent every hour of every day, taking only very small breaks for food and drink. Within weeks he had a prototype ready, but no-one to test it on. He had plenty of Pokémon to use for one half of the experiment, but he was seriously lacking in Human participants. He spent the next few days travelling back to the birthplace of his idea, spreading his idea to the trainers that passed by to heal their Pokémon. The response he got was certainly surprising, almost ninety per cent of the people that he informed of his discovery, were thrilled to hear of it, and couldn’t wait to try it. Even when he told them that it was a prototype and there were still so many variables that could affect the outcomes, they still wanted to try it. Over the course of another week, there were scores of people turning up at his home, their Pokémon clutched in their hands, ready to be transformed. The machine was a simple set up, mainly two separate capsules, connected to a central control console, similar to the device that Bill had created in the Kanto region, all those years ago. The professor took his place at the central console, and fired it up. A multitude of flashing lights flared to life, followed by a myriad of beeps and hisses, coming from the console and the neighbouring pods. Satisfied that everything was going accordingly, he primed the machine for the first test, and beckoned for the first subjects to take their place. The first pair to try the machine out was a Rattata, and his trainer, a Youngster Joey. They’d come all the way from Kanto to visit Kalos, and had happened upon the professor completely by chance. Excitedly the youngster stepped forwards, and put his Rattata into one of the capsules, and then took his place in the other. The professor turned his attention to the central command console, and shut the doors remotely, via his console. He then began to type in the commands and algorithms necessary to transform the boy into a Rattata, and possibly vice-versa. His breath came in ragged gasps as the tension gnawed on his throat, a horrible feeling welling up in the pit of his stomach. He turned his head to the side as he brought his finger down on the circular green button, wincing as the device whirred to life. A cloud of pale vapour hissed its way out of the chambers, causing gasps from the audience, and a bead of sweat to roll down the professor’s cheek. Apart from that, there was silence coming from within the capsules, neither the boy, nor the Rattata made a sound, leading many to question just what was going on. The professor tugged at the collar of his jacket, as he deactivated the machine, and opening the doors, all in a few swift movements. The doors slid open, clouds of smoke billowed out from the two capsules, and the two participants stepped out, but not as they had went in. The youngster was covered in a thick purple fur, which covered his body from head to toe. Two rounded mouse-like ears sat atop his head and his two front teeth had expanded downwards, and now sat firmly at the front of his newly formed snout. His eyes had widened, and now showed two red irises, along with jet black pupils. Standing proudly behind him, was a tail, long and thin, and coated in the same fur as his body. He still wore the same shirt and shorts that he had entered the capsule with, though his longer feet now poked out the end of his flimsy trainers. There was a stunned silence as everyone registered the sight that had befallen them, even the professor was cast into silence. His machine had worked! Though it may not be what he had originally planned for, he had managed to break down that final barrier, humans and Pokémon, were now one. As he took the moment to congratulate himself, there was a roar of people desperate to try the machine. The professor assured them that everyone would get a chance to use the machine, and he was nothing if not truthful. And so he spent the rest of his time transforming humans into Poke-hybrids, and even he became an Axew in due time, his discovery, changing the world for years to come. **** Fast forward a couple of decades and the so-called ‘Anthro Pokémon’ have become the norm. Humans have all but gone from the world, instead replaced with a mix of hybrids and pure anthro creatures. The hybrids were what remained of the humans, but you couldn’t really tell if you had met one or not, unless of course they told you. The pure anthro Pokémon however, were the results of many years of breeding and had completely removed the human element from their bloodline. They were Pokémon, they walked about like humans, talked like humans, and even acted like them, but they had no trace of human DNA at all, they were the next evolutionary step. Shorty was one of these pure anthro Pokémon, and sometimes she felt like she had been dealt a bad hand in regards to that fact. Whereas most pure Pokémon were tall, and athletic, some would even say perfect specimens, Shorty was not. She was a Plusle, an extremely short Plusle in fact. Standing at only three feet and eleven inches, she was one of the shortest on record, at least since they’d been combined with humans anyway. In regards to her athleticism, she wasn’t exactly a slob, but she certainly didn’t have the body of a Goddess either. Her hips were plump and rounded, giving her a sort of muffin top look. Her stomach bulged slightly, enough to meet with her chunky thighs, and curved enough to fit with her hips. If you looked at her body from the ground up, you’d be forgiven for thinking that all the meat was downstairs, surprisingly, some of it had made it to her breasts. They weren’t exactly enormous, but they a very modest, and very squishy C cup. Two plus marks were on her cheeks, and were often found to buzz with electricity should she get angry or frustrated. A mass of red tipped hair sat nestled between her enormous ears, and the usual red tail was behind her back, sitting atop her chunky backside. Shorty had her trainer, Maniko, a character closely resembling a Lopunny, except with the just the bunny aspects and none of the frilly parts. It was an unusual sight, but Maniko had never brought it up, so she had felt it best not to either. Their paths had crossed during Shorty’s time with another trainer, someone who had decided to give her such a cruel nickname. By the time she met Maniko, her original trainer had abandoned her at the Day care Centre, and she’d given up any hope of meeting someone who would care for and love her. It turned out that Maniko was to be that someone. He had taken her in, even paid the extortionate fees that the Day care lady had requested in exchange for Shorty. Once she was his, he set about trying to change her name, so she could be rid of such a derogatory title. Unfortunately, the rules of the land were clear, it was impossible for the name of a Pokémon to be changed, should that Pokémon have been named by another trainer. So she was stuck with Shorty, but oddly enough she didn’t mind hearing it from Maniko, he made it seem more humorous than mean. Shorty didn’t have an interest in battling with other Pokémon to get stronger; instead she buried herself into her passion. She loved to fix anything electrical, or even just mechanical, and had become the first industry recognised Plusle Engineer. In fact, at this very moment, she was heading down to the local Pokémon centre, to fix up one of the healing machines. She found that fixing things like the healing machines were perfect for her, because she was so small. This meant that her limbs could fit into places that the other, bulkier engineers could not. In the case of the healing machines, she was exceptionally useful, due to the intricate workings and all the small parts that were involved. Plus, these kinds of jobs paid well, so she would have been a fool to refuse them. She strolled up to the Pokémon centre, and crossed the threshold, the door providing a delicate ‘ding’ as she passed it. It was quiet in the centre, of course that was to be expected of a facility in which the power had been turned off. Only the essentials had been left on, such as the lights and the doors, every other circuit should have been shut down, including the one with the healing machine on. She crossed over to the reception desk and slipped around the back of it. The machine was stood there, no lights on, just completely blank. There was a note on top of it, which read: OUT OF ORDER. Shorty shoved it aside, and pulled the wrench off her tool belt, and went to work on the machine. She didn’t pay attention to the note as it settled again, just to her right, but if she had, she might have stopped working that instant. Stuck to the back of the notice was a second notice, on it, there was a message which read: POWER OFF, BACKUP STILL ON. Shorty was now in a rather dangerous situation, though she didn’t fully know it. She was working on a machine that still had faint possibility of still being active. Of course she had the prior knowledge to handle herself should something go wrong, but in those cases, she had always known that there might be something wrong, here she was completely clueless. Still, she worked on, her wrench tightening this, and partially unscrewing that, completely oblivious to the danger she was in. After her preliminary fixing was done, she took a break. As she paused and rested for a moment, she caught sight of something sparking inside the machine. It fizzled periodically, flashing against the darkness of the inside of the machine. She deduced that it was probably just a bit of residual energy left from when the power had been shut off. It was nothing she couldn’t handle, she’d just absorb the electricity and then it’d be as good as new. The process seemed harmless at first, but it required the utmost concentration. If she stayed connected with it for too long, she ran the risk of injury, or worse, death. She’d only ever tried this once before, and things had gone smoothly then, so why wouldn’t it be this time? She stretched her short arm forwards and reached out to touch the spark, the electricity jumping to her fingers. She paused and began to concentrate, taking in the energy, but directing it away from anything vital. She felt herself tingle as the electricity flowed through her, feeling strangely warm from it all. Then the mother of all coincidences happened, the door opened with its soft ‘ding’, and her trainer Maniko walked in, greeting her in the loudest possible manner. “Hey Shorty!” yelled her trainer. “Maniko? Gah!” The sudden reaction to Maniko caused Shorty to slam her hand down onto the sparking connection, and as a result, take in much more electricity than she should have. She felt it race around her body, singing her clothes a little, but causing no immediate damage to her. She cursed through gritted teeth, as the electricity caused her body to lock up as it jumped between electrical impulses. She felt her heart beat faster in her chest, and she could tell she probably wouldn’t survive. She still tried to divert the current away from anything vital, to minimise the damage, but there was just so much electricity to work with. The lights in the facility flickered on and off violently, and Maniko began to fly into a panic at seeing what he had caused. The whole ordeal seemed to go on for ages, before it came to an end. Shorty fell silent, something was welling up inside her, and she could feel it pushing out to her extremities, and further still. She didn’t understand, she shouldn’t have survived that, nothing, not even an electric Pokémon could absorb that much electricity without a negative effect. And yet, here she was, feeling rather strange, but still alive. Most of all, it was a good feeling, she felt empowered, like nothing could get in her way. She rose to her feet, causing Maniko to stop in his tracks, and instead, slowly step backwards. Shorty looked across at him in confusion, and her brain slowly started to piece it together. She was no longer the barely four foot creature she was before; she’d grown a whole foot. She stood taller than her trainer, and she didn’t seem to be returning to normal anytime soon. She quickly grew again, and this time her clothes started to feel the pinch. Her work overalls started to rip and tear all over, her belt cried out in protest as it tried to hold back her rapidly developing waist. She winced as the belt became tighter around her waist, pressing into her flesh, the overalls between them tearing it to shreds. Her fingers fumbled with the latch of her belt, but she was growing too fast, her fingers became too fat to even fumble with belt. Her chest was in a similar position, her breasts were trying to keep up with the growth of the rest of her body, but her bra was holding them back, like dams do to water. She winced and bit her fingers as she continued to grow, every aspect of fabric on her body screaming for mercy. She moaned a little as the fabric started to rub against her, every movement she made, rubbing something against some sensitive part of her body. Her fingers tugged at the belt, trying to get it to break free, but it was no use. Her body was being wracked by sensations so good they were practically paralysing. Her hands didn’t know what to do with themselves, the rational part of her brain was telling her to try and get her belt and bra off, whilst the horny side of her mind was telling her to just cut loose and enjoy herself. As she approached seven feet, Maniko couldn’t help but pause and just look at her. She was a thing of beauty, and now she was a giant thing of beauty. There was something about the situation that she found herself in, was just so, captivating. The way her body filled out, growing larger, but still staying in scale with her original form, it was so perfect. He reflexively bit his lip as he stared, repressed feelings of desire starting to well up within him too. His mind started to foray into unknown territories, asking him what it would be like to be sandwiched between those meaty thighs, or even flattened underneath that enormous behind of hers. He had to shake his head several times before he managed to get those thoughts out of his head, but as she grew to a whopping eight feet in height, they soon resurfaced. In fact, he got so lost in his perverse thoughts, that he didn’t notice the golden object hurtling straight for his head, until he smacked him square in the temple, knocking him out cold. Shorty herself wasn’t aware of what she had just caused; she was too busy basking in the sudden feelings of freedom. She was aware that Maniko was in the room with her, and would soon be under her if the growth didn’t stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. This was her time to enjoy herself, and she was going to do exactly that. This building wouldn’t hold her for long, and once she broke out of it, she was going to rampage around the city like they had never seen before. Lumiose city was never going to be the same again. She shivered as her growth picked up its pace, easily letting her climb past nine and ten feet in height. Now she had to sit down to avoid crashing through the ceiling, but that wasn’t a problem for her, she knew exactly where she wanted to sit. Her enormous backside came crashing down on the healing machine that had started all this, sandwiching the machine between her powerful cheeks. She tensed as she sat, causing the machine to groan and whine, whilst she let out a pleasured moan as she felt those feelings of power increase within her. This machine was nothing for her powerful backside, and it was only a taste of what was to come. With another powerful tense, she smashed the machine to pieces, sending another wave of electricity through her body. This one caused her to cry out, shaking the ground and rumbling the foundations of the building. There was no denying it, she was aroused, and the sweet scent of her arousal hung in the air, informing her off such a fact. Her clothes had now been decimated; the last thing to bust off had been her bra, revealing her bouncing breasts, and pink nipples to the world. She cupped a breast in one eager hand and gave it a tender squeeze, receiving a rush of pleasure as a reward. She didn’t care about anything anymore, she was all that mattered, she just wanted to grow, and grown, letting nothing stand in her way. Who would stop her anyway? She had already taken control of everything, the fools outside just weren’t aware of such a thing. Her head bumped up against the ceiling as she continued to fondle herself, bringing her other hand up to feel her other breast. She pressed the two of them together, imagining what it would be like to have the Lumiose tower pinned between them, squeezing it between her massive mounds, completely dominating it. Then she thought about the people that would be watching her, those people in the tower, escaping to rest on her massive breasts, admiring her gargantuan form. Or those that were on the floor, trapped between her toes as she walked around the city, or admiring the sight of her dripping sex as she strode over them. They were hers to command, she was their ruler, their mistress, and they would obey her. Her fingers moved to tease her nipples, rotating the tiny mounds in semi-circles and back again, causing her to punctuate each movement with a soft ‘ah’. The sensations were all proving too much, feeling her breasts grow between her fingers, envisioning how people would react to her, the feelings of power and arousal, she couldn’t contain it. Her body responded by having her grow even faster, her head bumped violently against the ceiling, her fingers gripped her breasts tightly, and her legs crossed as she experienced a mini explosion of sexual feeling. Her insides felt like they were on fire, her body burning up from the inside out. It wasn’t painful, quite the opposite in fact. It extended her feelings to something akin to pure bliss, she breathed in heavily, drinking in that scent of her arousal, letting it swim around her mind, tainting her thoughts. She caught a glimpse of Maniko’s unconscious form briefly, before her enormous foot blocked him from view. She smirked, although she felt a pang of guilt about his wellbeing, but that was soon replaced with filthy thoughts about what she could do with him, or make him do. As she continued to expand, the ceiling above her began to crack and crumble; plaster and dust trickled down onto her, as she passed through the roof. Her hands still wildly exploring her body, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, in an almost cute manner. Her body still cried out for more as she began to pass the roof. It cried out for bigger and better things to pleasure her with, and she knew just where to find them. Lumiose City wasn’t ready for her. But oh boy was she ready for it…