Hilda watched as the Charizard flew from above. Pokeballs rattled inside her bag, each of them occupied already by one of her friends, so all she could do was watch in awe. The mighty beast flew on wings wider than Hilda’s entire body and soared faster than the bike that brought Hilda this far away from home. The beast roared and shot flames from its maw that bit through trees and ignited their green tops into dazzling infernos.
It was just a simple flex of its power. Hilda weaved past these burning heaps to keep up with the Pokemon, watching as it flew higher and higher away until Hilda reached the foot of a cliffside and could no longer scale any further after it. She looked back at the path it had carved in the world in its excursion. A smile spread across her face. It wasn’t envy, but so similar she struggled to tell it apart. She held her hand to her chest and smiled.
“Being a Pokemon must be incredible…” Her legs were tired from keeping up and sweat dripped from her forehead from the incredible heat. She knew it had been reckless to keep up… but she wished it hadn’t been. She didn’t notice the glowing from her bag that slowly waned away as she made her walk back to the hotel she was staying at.
The feeling of finally sitting down after a long if sightly reckless hike was deeply relaxing. Hilda kicked off her shoes and socks and laid back in the unfamiliar yet neatly made bed to let out a deep sigh. She lunged in to her bag to look for her phone only to find the odd stone that she had brought with her.
She found it during the last cave she had to go through. It looked important enough to bring along so she had thrown back in to her bag. Everyone she checked with knew nothing about it and couldn’t help her. The whole reason she had kept ahold of it was because of the bright beautiful light it cast. When she looked at it again it was completely dull as if all the light from it had been stolen. She sighed and set it to the side and stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly spun.
Despite the cool air being moved over her, her body was still much too hot for her liking. She slowly sat up and fanned herself. “Yeesh…” She tugged on her top to encourage a little air to spread down there as well. She waddled over to the AC wall unit and turned the temperature lower and then back over to the ceiling fan as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead.
On then carpeted floor she could almost reach the fan so she opted to stand on her tip-toes. Almost there… juuuust a bit higher… She lunged for the draw string but just barely missed and tumbled forward on to her knees. “O-ow!” She rubbed the back of her head. “That’s going to be some nasty rug burn, I can tell already…”
The saying is “you should see the other guy.” Hilda didn’t notice but when she lifted her knees both of them had left a small dent in the floor from her fall. She stood up and wiped herself off, looking at her knees with a fair deal of concern. “I still have to get back on my bike tomorrow to get to the next town. Ugh…” She went to what she should have done in the first place and climbed up on the bed and leaned over to grab ahold.
As she bent forward more and more of her shirt struggled to fit over her body. It hiked higher and higher up, the length of the fabric being taken over by parts of her body that normally didn’t occupy so much of her. Her chest wobbled with a little more spirit than she was used to as her navel received its time in the sun. The fan picked up its tempo on Hilda’s urging only for it to suddenly stop as she accidentally activated the tug switch twice.
“Dangit!” She tugged again and the fan started on its strongest speed, but she repeated her mistake as she heard the mechanism slow down. “Dangit c’mon…!” She exhaled smoke from her nostrils and tugged against four times, just barely missing the fastest speed. She tugged once more and watched as she turned the ceiling fan into a floor fan. The whole unit came down and collided on to the floor.
She blinked, not noticing her arms bulging or some of the black scales now spreading along them as well as over her knees. “O-oh… oh my Arceus, I see why this place had bad reviews!” She eyed the desk phone in the corner and wondered what she was supposed to do. “Well, I mean they might kick me out since this place is crappy enough to have barely working ceiling fans. So… if I’m going to get kicked out I should probably lose all this sweat first!”
She hunted and pecked through her suitcase and pulled out a new top and some panties to swap to and prepared herself for her shower. As she was squatted down to look through her belongings she adjusted herself and kept pulling her shorts up and adjusting them. She attended to the article of clothing plenty of times, trying to move to it to the right and then again to the left and then once more higher up wedging it higher between the conflicting mountains of growing ass. She finally gave up on finding the sweet spot and returned her hands to grab the clothing right as the start of a tail pushed out from her pants. A tiny little blue spark emitted from it, blue in color and ever so hot.
“Yikes, maybe I haven’t been biking hard enough?” Hilda grabbed her tummy with one hand and tugged her top a bit higher. “I mean it doesn’t look bad but I don’t remember eating all that much more than usual!” And yet when she went to stand up it didn’t feel all that difficult. In fact, she felt stronger than usual. Maybe this was just a bit of false confidence? She leaned back down and tried lifting herself back up with just one arm and found it easy. Then a quick pushing… and then a one handed one… And then she held up her body with just her hands and for the first time boredom hit her quicker than exhaustion.
“Well, I guess something I’ve been doing has been paying off? I guess I’m throwing more Pokeballs than I am burning calories?” She shrugged it off. “And what exactly is this crap…?” She scratched the part of her arm that was covered in dark scales. To her it looked like something had gotten stuck to her arm like a bit of fabric that broke off a seat or something. No matter how she scratched it simply wouldn’t come off. Must’ve been glued on or something like that. On top of the sweat and likely getting kicked out of the room it was just another reason for her to hurry up and get a shower in!
On autopilot, she went straight through the bathroom door and fished in the bathtub-shower-combo-thing past the curtain for the faucet head and turned it all the way to hot to let it warm up. The water poured and filled the room with white noise. She stared at the mirror, a half bored expression that made her chuckle considering there was a ceiling fan on her floor.
“Guess who isn’t getting her security deposit back?” She perked her eye brows and gave a go-getter smile at the other her in the mirror. “This girl!” She pointed a clawed thumb back at herself. She would have noticed the claw if she hadn’t been drawn to how much more cleavage had.
Both hands squeezed a tit, immediately discover so much more tit was there than before. She pawed at both, sloshing them up and down as her eyes stayed glued on the reflection as if she was watching a thirst trap on her phone. But she wasn’t. Her eyes strayed down to herself as the mirror slowly steamed up from the hot water.
She turned on her feet and bent over, suspicious about the rest of her. Sure enough, even her ass looked plenty fatter. “Holy heck girl, what have they been feeding you?” She blinked. “Seriously, where has all this been going?” She ran her hands up the back of her legs and up to her ass.
And she have felt the little nub of a tail and if it wasn’t for her finger tips discovering something much more pressing. Her asshole was incredibly sensitive. She squinted and let out a sharp gasp like she accidentally grabbed a hot pan. But then it eased in, dipping her toes in to a warm bath before sinking in and letting it reach her core. Electric. Her fingers slid in against her pucker, of course not noticing that it was now bright blue and absolutely bloated with the need for attention. The emotions that ran through her were overwhelming until she remembered that she had a shower to get to.
“Gotta… save water for the Magikarp… or whatever they say…” She tugged down her shorts and panties and threw her top off. She pushed in to the shower and let the warm water hit her body. It poured over, dancing across her form and making it shine. She held her hands up over her head. She was about to undo her ponytail when she noticed another very strange thing…
Blink blink. She wasn’t eye level with the showerhead. She was taller than it. In fact, the top of her head was almost touching the ceiling of the bathroom. The gears turned in her head as she pushed her hands against the top. “This… the bathroom ceiling is about the same height as the room, right?”
Reality and what should be reality were pinching up against each other and forcing a decision. The tension rose and Hilda popped out of the shower with a start. She wrapped a towel around herself and quickly wiped down her body without paying much mind. In case she had to leap out of her room she threw back on her top and her shorts as well, electing to go commando since panties would slow her down if she was about to grow out through the ceiling. A crazy idea, but Hilda didn’t mind operating off wild thoughts if they turned out to be true.
Sure enough she could now reach where the ceiling fan had been without issue. Just to prove it, she bent over and lifted the ceiling fan one handed and placed it right back where it had been. It was undeniable that something was happening and whatever it was it was speeding up. Her asshole tensed again, her body urging her to stop worrying so much and just enjoy it for what it was. This was a thought that she had might have been able to evade if it weren’t for the fact that a dual urge began to knock at her door desperately.
This was a new feeling, foreign to its twin desire she had felt in some sense before. The want to be filled was always present at least ambiently to her, may have led to a few moments where she looked at a Zebstrika the one moment people don’t, but now she was starting to feel how the Zebstrika must have. And that feeling pushed forward, too big to be contained inside a girl even as big as her. The front of her shorts squeezed around her growing thighs, bunching the fabric inward like a picnic cloth laid between two tables. All this spreading and greedy fabric hogging did was just emphasize the true growth even more.
A thick, surging, inflating bulge between Hilda’s legs throbbed so hard it made her head spin. It pushed forward, guttural needy growls originating from it and resonating in her chest until she reciprocated. Her wet top clung tightly around her growing chest as one nipple slowly turned blue and lightly glowing, waiting for its sibling to join in its new beautiful form. Hilda wrapped a hand around the bulge and then a claw around the other half. She gasped at the incongruency, one hand already entirely submerged in the black scales and tipped with claws and the other only just starting to change as the dark coloration crept up her muscular arms.
Shorts groaned and creaked, thick earth quake tier thuds and shudders sending her careening forward before losing her balance. She tried to grab on to the dresser but she only ended up taking a chunk of the wood with her as she instead fell backwards to avoiding punching through the walls. It was a miracle the bed held, but if cheap hotels had to scrounge together budget for something it made sense to make it the bed frames.
At first, it seemed like the perfect place to lay until she felt a little bit of pressure from behind. She tried to adjust but without understanding it was her tail she was sitting on weird it would prove difficult to solve it on pure random adjustments. Besides, the star of the show was about to stranglehold her attention tightly.
Her shorts threatened to burst open with every throb. They were spread out thin, the pulsing monster grumbling and groaning with ever growing girth. It pushed and rolled inward on itself into a circular bulge that even then struggled to stay so as a second sphere pushed out between her growing legs and demanded even more of her shorts. Little micro rips already formed, little tent doors opening for bubbling black scaled thigh and ass to push out through and occupy in a desperate gambit to relieve some of the pressure.
A single ball of constant blue flame poured from one of the corners of Hilda’s mouth, the first purchase of her new dominant type. She looked down at the growing bulge, a hand squeezing it. A slightly glow began to form down there as well as if it was burning too. Her gasps were mingled with smoke, a furnace roaring inside her as her thighs were swallowed up by the black scales growing from her toes up.
She squeezed the bulge and felt the most blissful throb she had ever felt before. She felt more than that. Power. Her toes spread out in to claws. She pushed the soles of her feet against the bed and felt how easily she could leap back on to her feet. A little laugh left her, the constant throbbing having dumbed her down but just enough so she could appreciate what else was blossoming inside her.
“I… I NEED IT!” She squeezed and felt her cock RIP through her poor clothing. Both of her heavy balls spilled out as a fat blob of pre slobbered out and hit the hotel bed’s sheets, perhaps performing the first indecent act of the night that wouldn’t aggravate hotel management as it had already happened a hundred times in that room alone.
With her new member tense and free in the air she could finally admire it. How thick it was, how it pulsed with a need so great that it made her own heart throb alongside it. She felt it as the two out of synch drums slowly skipped along and met at a nice constant pace, her heart changing to match the new dominant need. She grasped a hand around it tightly, admiring the blue tip and the dark shaft and gently rolled her hands up and down around it.
Grunts were only suppressed by that same throbbing now reaching her neck. She couldn’t see what it was doing but that was because the movement were subtle. It would be a while until she noticed how her mouth was starting to turn dark or how her nose was widening into more of a snout. She noticed a bit sooner that her ears were lengthening, becoming these mighty horn combos on the sides of her head. Her tongue outpaced the other changes of her maw and rolled out of her mouth, nice and wide and blissfully wet. She couldn’t wait to taste with it.
Frantic need was her only driving force. There was no slowing, not when she wanted that release more than anything. She felt mighty and powerful, a growing sensation that had no ceiling unlike her room. She looked past her cock and saw that both of her feet were firmly off the side of the bed now as she had only continued to grow taller. She knew she needed to get out of her room but there would be no way to do that and maintain her modesty.
Who cares? A voice replied in her mind. She searched for who’s it could have been before she realized without a doubt it was her own. And she heard it more loudly when she stroked her cock. You’re a beautiful creature. Everyone would consider themselves—Hilda squinted and moaned louder, a shot of pre slobbering over her wrist – LUCKY to see someone as incredible as you.
THAT felt amazing. Those thoughts. That swelling pride! It was enough to motivate her to go even harder, to keep just riding her hands with all her might. Who cares what happened?! Who saw her? They should be worshipping her! She was a beast worthy of worship surely! She wanted to see herself so bad! She needed to be in front of that mirror again so she could see what she was becoming! But she was in too deep. To stand up and try and limp to the bathroom mirror again meant cumming on the carpet or tripping over herself.
The decision was taken from her. Suddenly a climbing sensation pulsed up the length. It rose higher like the whistling of a kettle taking off until it was nothing but head dizzying white noise. She rammed her wrist down hard enough that the shockwave wobbled her ass and made the bed creek. She rammed her hips to meet the push. And she came. She came like a monster and shot ropes from her cock. The ceiling was kissed by her seed and it spilled around her overflowing her lap and spreading across the bed sheets. She gasped with pride as her tail grew long enough and was finally gifted. A little blue flame formed at the tip of it, marking her new life as officially begun. Her moans were coupled with her face stretching outward, fully taking the form of her Charizard muzzle as the scales overtook all that weak human skin and her second mouth flame formed just in time.
She was beautiful. She was incredible. She stood up on her strong legs, bending over to avoid ramming her head against the ceiling. The thought of being that massive made her feel… feel even more incredible. She had to see it for herself.
Bent over, she looked in to the mirror and saw how mighty she had become. She ran a hand on her cheek, watching as both of her eyes turned red as if they had been waiting for the moment to change to show her cognition clicking in. Identity was as fickle as flames and it spread so quickly when the fuel was correct. She laid back on the wet floor and spread her legs to admire how her cock draped against them and how her stomach was so big. It made her throb at the sight and wag her tail playfully.
“Y-yowch!” She turned and saw her tail had ran in to some water that had caused the little bit of pain. “Oh, wow… I really did turn into a Charizard…”
Fire on her tail… She blinked. She looked out of the bathroom and saw that the bed sheets had caught fire. Her eyes widened. “Shoot! Shoot!” She hobbled over and tried to pat out the flames. While she failed to put the fire out… she did notice the fire didn’t hurt her at all anymore. She grabbed ahold of the sheets and looked to her window. She opened it to the balcony and test her nerves…
Wings. She hadn’t noticed them yet but they were there, freshly emerged and ready for her. She took a breath and leapt out. Her wings caught her and let her go wherever she wanted, steering herself through the sky. She was careful, trying to not let too many see her even though she was big and literally holding a flaming blanket, but with any luck they’d look up and see the red and blue flame mingling and spinning around one another and simply think it was some sort of comet.
She landed a distance away from the hotel and threw the bed sheets in to a fountain near the center of town. No one appeared to be awake but a part of her wanted someone to see her and admire how big she had become. Just the thought nearly had her back to a full erection.
And not to mention… She pushed her elbows together to see how close she could get them, smooshing her fat tits forward and making her giggle at just how big they were. She got excited like seeing a cute pet and just had to pet them. She pawed both of her tits and squeezed them until she got excited enough to be entirely and painfully erect. She took a seat on the bench nearby and just kept playing with them, feeling how heavy there now and how quickly they bounced back down when she let them go.
She felt her sensitive nipples through the fabric, felt the great squish. And not to mention that other part of her too. She laid back in the bench until it began to creak and threatened to fall back. She pushed her tail to the side and ran her fingers down her taint until she found that big blue hole that was begging for her attention. An idle part of her wondered if her cunt was still there but a more dominant part of her mind, the Charizard in there demanded she stick her fingers inside what she had for sure and that part of her was a proud and powerful tyrant.
“I’ll just… finish up quick… fly back to the room… get my suit case…” Hilda gasped. “C-charizard~” Even saying it felt good. “I’m so hot~” Literally, the cold night air was steaming around her. If she stepped in to the fountain in front of her she’d make the water boil and steam away. And for some reason that idea excited her. Fire type logic. It was dominant and pulsing in her mind, a new need as mighty as any hormone.
“Yesss… yesssss!!” She didn’t care who heard her! She was a proud Charizard! And that was that! Though she certainly hoped Pokeballs didn’t work on her… oh well! She had something to finish. A second session. Already so soon? Of course! She had time to make up for. All those years she spent not being a Charizard, all that time she spent watching them fly away from her and leave burning in their paths. That’d be her! From now on that would be her! She slid more fingers inside and pushed inside her needy puffy hole.
“Please please… almost there!” She gasped out, her tail wrapping around her cock and jerking her off as her free hand groped her tit.
“Almost… almost!” She gasped hungrily, fire building inside her. Her chest began to glow blue from all the swirling flames. She was going to use flamethrower! It excited her too much! Her first attack! “More…!” She coughed up smoke as she spoke. “Yesss MORE!”
Her cock throbbed and motioned, her love button punched over and over by her fingers as they found the exact right place to push.
And right as she was about to finish, she heard the sound of shoes. And then a familiar voice. “H-Hilda?”
She turned to look and just barely recognized the hair before she realized what was about to happen!
Hilda turned her face upwards and shot a stream of flame right in to the air like malfunctioning firework show. The only head she didn’t have time to aim was the one that wouldn’t kill anyone, her cock shooting all its cum right and forward without any mercy or ceasing. Hilda couldn’t even risk looking down to see who it was while she was throwing her flame, she just had to focus on not actually burning anyone to a crisp on her first power trip.
Finally… she lowered her head, the last drop spilled across her shiny thighs, her greedy asshole squishing around her fingers. She looked down and saw Rosa, smaller than she remembered (Hilda was much bigger now!) and covered in her seed. Rosa blinked and spread her fingers, making a small web of Charizard cum.
“H-hey Rosa!” Hilda gave a nervous grin. “You wouldn’t happen to have some money you could lend, would ya? I might need a new wardrobe…” As Hilda asked a fire truck zoomed past, sirens blaring.