Prompt of the Week - Week 51

TAGS: Pokémon/Pokémon Evolution, Growth/Expansion, Hyper Everything, House Destruction, Macro

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It was already out of the ordinary for the two of them to wake up in an evolved form; while night-time transformations weren’t unheard of, they were certainly not common, especially not ones that happened without waking the fortunate Pokémon up in the first place. Indeed, it was doubly confusing for their particular case, seeing as even a regular evolution would’ve been cause enough for the two Nidorans to wake up from both the strain and, to be honest, pleasure of it all… and this was most certainly not a regular evolution, at least not by any objective standards. Both Jules and Kalie had been perfectly normal-sized beforehand, utterly indistinguishable from any others of their kind, the sort of people who would go entirely unnoticed in a big enough crowd, even when they broke out their novelty t-shirts; while they couldn’t say they were exactly happy with their size, at least when compared to the sort of people they usually looked up to when it came to growth goals, they both recognized that it would only be a matter of time until they achieved their dream proportions: since everyone grew somewhat when they evolved, it really was just a question of keeping up their training regimen and waiting for the lucky day to arrive so it could all be delivered in one glorious payload of expansive goodness. Little did they know that they were seriously underestimating just how much of an effect their workout schedule would have on them… or perhaps they were simply lucky when it came to their gains, a trick of genetics that neither of them could’ve prepared for; this felt somewhat more likely than it should, owing especially to how oddly they had evolved into their Nidorino and Nidorina forms. Not that they could complain, seeing as they did achieve every single goal they had for themselves and then some, at least when it came down to raw size, volume and heft: Jules got to look in the mirror and see a version of himself that was more muscle than anything else, complete with neckbulk so vast that it almost encased his head completely and a pair of shoulders so broad that it looked as if he could hold up his entire home without much difficulty. This was to say nothing of what he had between his legs, nor how numerous it was; he expected to become a bit more blessed down there, but to wake up with two cocks and four nuts underneath them? To be so productive that the moment he touched one of his rods he had to rush to the bathtub just to keep the bathroom from flooding with his precum alone? It was a testament to his weight that, despite the fact that he looked and felt like someone who’d been overdosing on steroids for several months straight, Jules still felt like he had trouble dragging his package behind him, not to mention the inherent logistical difficulties that came with having so much mass somewhere where he had to constantly move his legs, prompting him to sit down to try and figure out how he was supposed to move from there on out. This was a question that Kalie struggled with as well, though when it came to the Nidorina, it was less a matter of having one part of her be too large to fit anywhere and far more a question of her body in general being too thick to fit in just about anywhere. Just like with her partner though, not a single ounce of her wanted to whine about it, seeing as it was exactly how she envisioned herself: a good ten feet tall, taller still than the Nidorino, her head practically scraping against the ceiling with each step she took, and yet somehow her height was still not the most impressive part about her. No, that honour had to go to her gargantuan pair of tits and her colossal dump truck of an ass, both of which were so egregiously oversized that she couldn’t even leave the bedroom to check herself out in the same mirror that Jules did! Both sides of her boggled the mind, because while her tits had bloomed outwards until they covered almost her entire front, leaving only her paws and the smallest amount of leg directly above them visible, not to mention the frankly obscene amount of backboob that managed to be wider on each side of her torso than said torso was by itself, her ass was… distinctly bigger. So big, in fact, that each cheek could probably compete with her full bust all by itself, handily explaining why it was that Jules woke up on top of Kalie and not the other way around; it was absurd and farcical, in a way, especially when the Nidorina giantess tried turning around to find a more comfortable position to be in and accidentally ended up flattening whatever remained of their bed, with her next attempt resulting in a large section of the bedroom wall crumbling after she lost her balance, tipped over, and only stopped once she was flat on her ass in the hallway outside. She couldn’t help but laugh, cackle really, as she came to understand that this was her life now, that she was “doomed” and “cursed” to have a body so unwieldy and impractical that she wouldn’t be able to use buildings properly… though it did give her better half the perfect practice dummy when it came to using their new muscles, something that Jules was apparently very keen to get into once he rushed out of the bathroom after the crash and saw what happened. It felt like a switch was flipped in his head: the Nidorino’s eyes glazed over, his entire body pulsated as he clenched his every muscle and forced it to bulk out further, and moments later the two lovers were holding one another as tightly as they physically could, with the ensuing marathon being so energetic and destructive that, by the time they were done and over with, once their new and substantial stamina reserves were fully depleted, there was very little of their house left… at least the bits that weren’t turned to rubble from the strenuous exercise. They should’ve stopped midway through wrecking their kitchen, or when they accidentally barrelled into their living room, or that one time that Jules did a stupid and tried lifting his mate without realizing just how outclassed he was, nearly plowing straight through the façade and into the outside world, but they didn’t. How could they, when it was the best they’d ever felt in years? How could they ever stop, knowing that if they did, they would miss out on glorifying their new bodies? With their evolution having been so out of the ordinary, so massive, it was up in the air how they would react going forward; it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that they would find themselves transforming yet again very soon, and if things progressed the way they did that day, then their house most likely wasn’t going to stand for much longer. Thus, it stood to reason that they had to make the most of it while they still could; not exactly the most logical of conclusions, when they should instead be very worried about why their forms bloated the way they did, but with both of their minds overloading on happy juice, it was hard to focus on anything other than the purest pursuit of pleasure… and with their home thoroughly destroyed all around them, whatever commitments were tying them down to a purely material existence had been handily taken care of, resulting in a pair of very free Pokémon who had nothing better to do than fuck all day. The sole disappointment was that they didn’t grow much more from all the strain; though occasionally Jules would bulk up slightly, it was never more than half an inch or so, and though Kalie was clearly lactating, she didn’t produce enough that her tits swelled uncontrollably… yet, at least. Nevertheless, there was one thing they could be certain of: this new routine of theirs was bound to get them results; if their standard workout regimen had elevated them from common mundanity to the hallowed halls of hyper sizes, one could only imagine what the physical strain of engaging in the sort of debauchery they spent the whole day indulging in would do to them. And imagine it they did, as fantastically as they could, until they were both red in the face from the sheer thought of it all, never mind the physical strain their constant rutting was putting them under; it became a matter of getting to those dream sizes as quickly as possible, even if it meant forgoing the savouring of their current bodies, for if they could become better, then surely they would reach heights of pleasure never before thought of, let alone experienced. The rest of the day thus went by in a haze, with neither of the two being aware of what time even was anymore; it felt as if the few things they had left to determine the passage of it had been robbed from them, though they couldn’t say the end result was any worse off for it. Not needing to eat or drink (apart from the occasional mouthful of milk or spunk, obviously), requiring no rest or even so much as breather in between their ministrations, all of it ensured that hours went by without Jules or Kalie being able to note them down; before they knew it, the sun had gone down what felt like moments after the two of them woke up, and though they didn’t feel at all tired, both of them had an instinctive understanding that they had to sleep. It was stronger than them, like a calling from somewhere in the back of their heads, where an ancient, eldritch power had just been awoken from its slumber, telling them to succumb, to give in, to hand their bodies over so they could be perfected; neither of them could put the thought into words, but they knew for a fact that, if they were to get any bigger, they had to go to sleep for the night, that their bodies might change when they weren’t looking. It was part of the process of ascending towards divinity, in that their minds were still far too fragile to handle the kind of nigh-on obscene excess that would have to come with their new, glorified forms; they needed time in order to process it, time which was better spent sleeping so their subconscious processes could go to work remodelling their thought patterns so as to be more amenable to the notion of godhood. That they could even think about it in such terms was already progress, but there was still much to be done; as the Nidorino and Nidorina couple cleared out some room for them to sleep on, relying entirely on the latter’s immense self to serve as a bed for the two, they exchanged one final look, one final kiss, before allowing their eyes to close. Almost instantly afterwards, they fell asleep, as if a switch was flipped that turned them off like a pair of well-oiled machines; and, just as quickly, they woke back up, feeling refreshed, restored, and ready to take on the new day with the same kind of energy that had blessed the one before. So eager were they to get started that it took them a few seconds to realize that the sun was shining directly on them… and not through their living room windows either. As consciousness returned in earnest and the couple woke up properly, they bore witness to a scene of architectural carnage, the site of a murder really, where a poor house had been slaughtered and rendered to its base components: their house, their home, which was now nothing more than a wide, circular agglomeration of rubble that had been pushed outwards from where it once stood by way of the Nidorina’s… no, Nidoqueen’s body. It was clear as day, the two of them had evolved again; just like the night before, their time asleep had served as an incubation period for their new forms to develop, eight hours where their bodies were grown outwards in order to better fit their new status as the nascent gods of that world, and once again, it was Kalie who came out on top, at least in terms of raw mass and volume. Certainly, Jules wouldn’t be so brash as to claim that he’d gotten the shorter end of the stick, not when the Nidoking’s body was something beyond muscular, bulky enough on its own that it would’ve cleared straight through most of the couple’s home even if he didn’t have his goddess-consort by his side. He hadn’t changed much in terms of proportions: it was still the same muscle distribution as his Nidorino self, just vastly bigger and so dense that it felt as if he was made out of solid steel as opposed to anything organic; he did receive a significant boost to the package he was carrying between his legs though, what with his cock doubling up in size and splitting into two, granting him a pair of rods that were each easily long enough to beat him for height even while flaccid, their thickness so absurdly exaggerated that he could huge them like a body pillow and still be unable to reach all the way to the other side. The same could be said for his nuts, which, were it not for Kalie underneath him, would’ve been perfect as a throne upon which he could sit rather comfortably… if liable to cause quite a bit of flooding from the pressure, seeing as those nuts were so stuffed that any attempt at touching them warranted a veritable deluge of spunk to pour out from his hyperreactive dicks. All in all, a fifteen-foot-tall behemoth fully capable of tearing through anything placed in front of him, and one that yet paled in comparison to the gorgeous giantess he was lying atop. To say that Kalie’s latest evolution had truly blessed her would, perhaps, be the first step towards reaching an approximation of the truth, for there were no words that could express how perfect, how sublime, how magnificent her form had become; in purely objective terms, if one was keen on ignoring the aura of radiance that bent and twisted the minds of any who dared look at her, one could perhaps describe her as being roughly fifty feet from head to toe, possessed of a grant total of three rows of breasts, all of which were firmly stuffed and lactating from the apparent pressure of it all, each milk factory on its own being colossal enough to completely obscure the entirety of the Nidoqueen’s body, leaving her very much stuck underneath her own weight and heft after spending an entire night sleeping on her back… or it would, had her lower body also not been improved upon, giving her just enough strength to heave herself back onto something resembling a sitting position; of course, this did require each of her cheeks being about as big as her entire set of racks put together, as well as a set of thighs that somehow outsized the ass they were attached to, but ultimately, it all worked together perfectly, and that was what mattered. Despite the obvious boost in size, Jules looked like a tiny speck, an insignificant pretender next to the mind-warping goddess he had the privilege of calling his mate, his lover; and yet, despite this, he didn’t see the sudden size difference as anything other than a challenge to be overcome, especially now that he had his muscular power boosted to such a ludicrous degree that he could probably even lift one of those tits! Bigger than he was, certainly heavier as well, but the moment he tried fighting back against gravity, it soon became apparent that this was inadvisable at best; it counted as stimulation, or at least Kalie’s body understood it that way, prompting those gargantuan milkers to start churning away, producing ever-increasing quantities of sweet cream with which to flood her environs. Even the lightest touch, the smallest attempt at lifting a single mound, was enough to cause a ten-minute-long roaring rampage of lactic production, one which left the neighborhood coated in a thick layer of white, and each of the Nidoqueen’s busts nearly twice their already titanic size, purely from how bloated they became! That this was but a single action didn’t escape either of the two budding giants, nor did the opportunities that came with such a realization slip away unnoticed; it was clear that whatever had happened, them reaching their final forms had unlocked something in their bodies’ ability to grow and adapt further, almost like a treat from their own biology, letting them know that they were free to do whatever they wanted and wouldn’t have to worry about anything else ever again. And to think, all of this had come purely from following a simple workout regimen and exercising the slightest amount of patience; truly, it was their commitment to the cause that had blessed them… which could only mean that they still weren’t done.

They did not, after all, feel like they were done. Not even when Jules threw himself at his mate and the two of them experienced a growth spurt that left their neighborhood flattened underneath their two bulging forms (though mostly Kulie’s, to be fair), certainly not when the very rate of growth of each of the Nidoqueen’s explosive breastflesh surges was such that it created supersonic shockwaves. No, this was clearly just the start, and the two of them still had a way’s to go before they were anywhere near done.

After all, it had only been two days.

Who was to say they wouldn’t evolve again after having a rest?