Patently Cheating (Patreon Commission for FireDrago)

Blazy was having a pretty good day already when she accidentally tripped on something and ended up nearly flattening her face against the ground, saved only by her masterful reflexes (and a hefty dose of luck). Sensing danger, she performed a series of incredibly poorly-coordinated flips, before finally slamming into her tail, performing a backwards spin and landing flat on her back onto the ground. Despite this, she still somehow found it within her to utter “Nailed it” before getting back up, scanning her surroundings for any signs of danger; instead, what she saw was… a bag.

It was a backpack of sorts, looking about as old as something that ended up in the middle of woods, fittingly enough. Deep gashes and cuts lined its surface, while the colouring had all-but faded away, leaving behind gray flakes and the rough cloth beneath. Sensing an opportunity to investigate, the Typhlosion poked her muzzle into it, finding the backpack to be remarkably devoid of anything interesting at all… apart from a single bag of candy. She’d heard about those things on her occasional detours into the nearby village; they were supposed to empower Pokémon like her, giving them extra abilities and building on the ones they already had. Trainers would often feed their favourites in order to skip on the training process, and every once in a while Blazy had the rare opportunity to catch glimpses of those trusted few who were given a taste. They were universally… well, she was a very sexually active woman, and even those others made her blush just at the sight of them.

Oddly enough, despite being inside the rattiest-looking backpack she’d ever laid eyes on, the candy itself was still perfectly contained in a pristine-looking wrapper; in fact, it might very well have just been taken from a storefront from how good it looked, leaving Blazy incredibly confused as to how exactly it ended up there, in the middle of a barely-traversed forest. Not confused enough that she didn’t immediately unwrap it to give a try, of course; she was nothing if not curious, and given what those candies were promising her, it was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities! Unfortunately though, nothing seemed to happen at all, leaving the Typhlosion to look at herself and feel more disappointed than that one time she failed to produce a flame at the local fair and missed out on the grand prize; it was even worse given the build-up to those candies in the first place, and if it weren’t for her holding out for a miracle, Blazy might very well have just thrown those things away the second she had a chance.

Instead, she kept the wrapper in her hand, perhaps hoping that something interesting would happen if she just waited long enough. Not that it did, but at that point she kept holding onto it anyway by sheer force of habit, not even thinking about why her hand was clenched or slowly growing numb. Blazy decided to turn around and head for the center of town after circling back and taking the backpack; maybe, she thought to herself, she’d find whoever owned it and receive a reward for it, perhaps a pat on the head or something a bit more intimate if the person it belonged to was of legal age and sufficiently hunky. Thoughts like those entertained the Typhlosion as she made her way through the trees, happily singing in a low tone and completely missing how her body was gradually being warped into something more resembling her dream version of herself.

It began slowly enough, with her bust expanding just enough that it began to tug at her back, leaving Blazy to groan slightly every few minutes and complain about how she needed to work out more; it wasn’t too much of an addition, and even when the effects began to peter out, she was barely even twice as large as she had been before, with an accompanying set of changes to her thickened thighs and meatier ass. It was enough for anyone who knew her to notice, but apparently not for Blazy herself, whose eyes caught the changes multiple times before she cleared the treeline; only when she took the time to clean the leaves and dirt off of herself did the Typhlosion realize something was wrong, and even then it took her physically inspecting her new curves.

With one hand, she held the bottom part of one of her breasts and lifted it, feeling the increased weight and mentally working out whether or not she was just imagining it. With another, her fingers traced her flared hips before landing on a pair of thighs that just begged to be squeezed, sinking into her doughly flesh and drawing a prolonged, rumbling moan from her throat. What had happened to her? When did it happen to her? At what point did her body decide to take a turn for the well-endowed when she wasn’t paying attention? It’s not like she wasn’t already quite large to begin with; after all, Blazy wasn’t well known around those parts for her battle prowess. But at no point was she… that big. Which could only mean one thing!

She looked down at her hand, the one holding onto the not-so-pristine bag of candies, and felt it shake as she dropped the backpack by her side. Carefully, Blazy unwrapped it further, producing not one but two pieces of the concentrated growth substance, and hastily shoved them into her mouth, almost as if she were afraid the effects might not take hold if she hesitated. Now in full view of anyone who walked into town via the forest trail, the Typhlosion was nonetheless rooted to her spot, unable to move as her legs were simply shaking too much in anticipation; would she double up again, or go further still? Would her body grow outwards in order to compensate? All questions that would soon be answered when Blazy felt an unfamiliar warmth build up inside of her, expanding outwards at an alarming pace; she was used to dealing with fire, but that was something completely new, a blaze that threatened to overtake her and melt her insides into slag! She began to panic, even going so far as to drop her candies, before seriously considering whether to try and spit those things back out… until she felt it. Or, rather, saw it first, then had it slam into her at full force.

Her breasts, already engorged from the previous intake, were bloating again, except that time at a much faster, much more noticeable rate. Pounds were being added to them with every other second, their pull on her back growing stronger with each cup size she blazed through; soon enough, it wasn’t even worth it to judge their size based on those measurements, because no human bra would ever be able to contain those sweater puppies, especially not given they were still growing! Blazy was forced to look as her bust expanded to cover more and more of her chest, all while her lower half competed for her attention as well; it wasn’t just her tits trying to hog every bit of space around her, as the Typhlosion’s ass was rising like bread in an oven as well, soft, pudgy flesh that overflowed from her fingers when she made the mistake of grabbing her cheeks, rising upwards at a quicker and quicker pace, all while the extra, excedent mass was forced down into her hips and thighs, evening out the colossal pair of mammaries shifting her center of gravity further above.

Fortunately, Blazy didn’t need to worry about developing into an exaggerated hourglass; not only were her more sexual attributes being fattened up, but her belly too was given just the right amount of padding to even her out properly. Not truly fat, but not really average either, just enough that those who would be so inclined could sink their hands into it too, providing a perfect capstone for the edifice of jiggling fullness that was her body; within a couple of short minutes, the transformation was over, and the Typhlosion could barely even recognize herself. In fact, she doubted anyone at all would be able to tell who she was, even with her face on full display; one look would be all that was needed for her new audience to stare dumbfounded at her, wondering just what had happened to Blazy, and who that overengorged beauty that had replaced her was.

She smiled, loving the idea of herself even more than she did her real body, and given how much the latter was making her moan just by thinking about it, one should probably be terrified of the implications. Blazy looked down at the candy wrapper, noticing with a not-insignificant amount of unhinged joy that it was still mostly full; whoever had brought that bag into the forest clearly wanted someone like her to find it, if they had left something so valuable inside of something as crappy-looking as that backpack. And if that was the case, then clearly that hypothetical person wanted her to head into town and flaunt herself in front of everyone, only to then take the rest of the candies and let fate decide whatever happened next. It was a nonsensical belief with no evidence to back it up, but Blazy chose to accept it as fact, mostly because it gave her a reason to rationalize away her innate desire to show off.

Now, walking with her new assets was something else entirely. The candies might’ve given her the body of her dreams, but they didn’t teach her how to move it from place to place; each step made her bust slap heavily against her torso, straining her ability to breathe properly, while her legs had fattened up so considerably that she literally could not walk without them rubbing against one another (and other, more sensitive body parts), while the constant clapping of her asscheeks made for an immensely overwhelming distraction that made it hard for her to focus on keeping one foot in front of another. Not that it really mattered, seeing as her tits were probably big enough to cushion whatever fall she took, and slipping would be similarly addressed by the beanbags she had attached to her backside; just thinking about it was enough to get her all hot and bothered, and if not for the fact she was surrounded by very flammable trees on every side, Blazy would have already vented her arousal with a large discharge of flame all around them.

Instead, she strutted into town without a care in the world, putting on the smuggest smile she could find within herself as every pair of eyes within half a mile were immediately drawn to her. Passers-by, picnic-goers and the assorted weekenders enjoying an extended, three day vacation from work were all having the time of their lives eating homemade sandwiches and flying kites and doing all sorts of activities that humans liked to do; Blazy never quite understood most of it, but she did know that they very much liked to see large, disproportionate assets on one another’s bodies, and while families might very well shy away from her and demand she cover up, a significant amount of young (and not so young) adults were struck dumbfounded at the sight of a body as gorgeous and alluring as hers. They were probably hoping for a good day away from the hustle and bustle of corporate life, or whatever it was they did, and instead had a Typhlosion with tits big enough to cover everything down to her knees and an ass to match walking down the main road towards the local gym, looking as if that was the most natural thing in the world. By the time she walked in, there was already a throng of potential suitors following her every step.

The double doors opened wide for the Typhlosion, who walked in acting like she owned the place. The many employees on break, sensing another challenger, were quick to take up positions, only to have their jaws fly open at the spectacle they were seeing before them whenever Blazy walked up and hip-checked them onto the ground. The gym was dedicated to fire-types like her, and every once in a long while she had the opportunity to lick her lips in delight at the gym leader’s prized Arcanine, a very hunky piece of man-meat that she had always fantasized about jumping at the slightest convenience. She did once try to get him to go out with her, but he replied with a long-winded speech about workplace obligations and always needing to be ready in case a trainer showed up; now though, now that Blazy looked like that, he’d have to take her seriously!

At least the gym leader certainly acted like that was true; poor guy could barely put sentences together once he saw the Typhlosion round the corner, probably expecting a teenager with more courage than sense, and instead received a (literally) hot piece of ass that immediately threw herself at him without a single ounce of shame. The man was in his early thirties, his tan skin showing the marks of a lifetime mastering the relationship between human and fire-types: burns, scars, even patches of skin that had obviously been grafted on, he wore all of it with a pride and dignity that only a true warrior ever could. There was no vulnerability in that beaten body; where others would grow weaker at such a constant assault on their physical form, the gym leader merely grew bolder, looking forward to the next challenge while scoffing at the notion that he should impose any limits on himself. Blazy had to admire that, it took a real trainer to go to those lengths; such a shame that the kind of physical conditioning that led to such a magnificent body often failed to take into account other types of attack, and thus the man was left powerless to defend himself against a pair of breasts as big as his entire torso, offering no resistance when he was thrown back onto the ground.

“I’d like to have a chat with Arani, if you wouldn’t mind,” Blazy crooned, referring to the hunky Arcanine, “I’ve been having a bit of a craving, and I feel like he’d be the one to help me with that~”

Under normal circumstances, the gym leader would’ve immediately said no. Unfortunately for him, and very fortunately for Blazy, the trainer was stuck underneath a bust that had pinned him down completely and made it difficult to even breathe, let alone try to wriggle out; the more he tried, somehow, the more he trapped himself, leading to a vicious cycle that only ended when he stopped, sighed and acquiesced. With a series of uncomfortable-looking movements, he removed the right Pokéball from his belt and rolled it onto the ground; with the characteristic pop, it cracked open and revealed the swirl of energy that materialized into something that even Blazy blushed at.

If it weren’t for her own body being something that most people would go weak-kneed at the sight of, as well as the confidence boost that came with it, the Typhlosion would most likely have done several, very unflattering and undignified things after seeing the Arcanine emerge from within his miniaturized container; to say that hunky beast was ripped would be like saying the planet was big, in that in the time it took to appreciate just how big it was, the realization itself would consume you into its warm, soft, fuzzy embrace and shower you with compliments over how good you looked. Not the best of metaphors, but then again, Blazy was finally the one being smothered for once, and that’s all she could ever ask for.

Contrary to what she had expected, the fire-type canine took an immediate shine to her, presumably because he was fully aware of what happened to his trainer and thus understood who exactly was in charge there. There were no talks of missed deadlines or needing to constantly be on call, just a great amount of warmth and soft floof everywhere Blazy looked, rubbing her head against the beefy Arcanine’s mane while he told her a lot of things that made her blush quite heavily, even more so than she was already. By the time he was done, gently placing her on the ground and taking a few steps back to fully appreciate her body, that hunk was very obviously rearing to go, with his package on full display and the most predatory shine in his eyes; and yet, despite this obvious eagerness, he refrained from truly pouncing on his would-be lover, instead quivering where he stood as he apparently waited for the order to move forward.

Blazy liked this. The sense of control and dominance was something she had been seeking for years, that singular moment where she knew she had someone like that Arcanine in the palm of her hand; it was almost better than the idea of just how hard he would rail her against a wall… almost. She still fully intended to exploit the obvious arousal for all that it was worth, but if the fire-type was so insistent on being treated like a toy, to put himself at her beck and call, it almost seemed criminal to waste such a wonderful gift. After all, when else would she have such an alluring piece of gorgeous canid muscle wrapped around her finger like that, ready to satisfy all of her whims and desires at the snap of her fingers? The thought alone was enough to make her legs shake, and she was the one supposedly in charge!

Something fell beside her, a small object that barely made a sound when it hit the ground. Blazy only noticed when her knuckles began to tingle, courtesy of the grip she held on the packet of rare candies vanishing just as easily as her inhibitions did; the Arcanine in front of her momentarily looked down, alerting her to the existence of the very things that grew her out to the state she was in, and suddenly the puzzle pieces began to fall back into place. The Typhlosion had been caught so off-guard by the sudden onslaught of hitherto-unfelt emotions and desires that her conscious mind had been switched off and left on autopilot, replaced by raw instinct and a surprisingly strong desire to fuck the nearest consenting creature (which just so happened to be a seven-foot-tall Arca-hunk with muscles for days), leading to her genuinely forgetting that she still had most of the candies left in the wrapper. The thought rang strongly inside of her, filling her mind with promises of growth and size like no other, telling her that she could take her current form and make it so much better, so much more grandiose… if only she dared to eat the rest of treats.

How exactly she went from fawning over her potential mate to going back to fantasizing about bigger tits was anyone’s guess but her own; to Blazy, it was just the natural order of things for her to obsess over growing larger, because that’s just what she… did. It’s what she had been doing all of those times she gazed upon other Pokémon who had been gifted those candies and fantasized about how great it would be if she was in their place instead, how amazing it would be if she had breasts that protruded several feet in every direction and hips that could get stuck in doors. Now that she had those things, it felt as if nothing else could really compare; the trip to the gym had just been her old self trying to impose its sense of normalcy onto her new life, not realizing that things could be so much more than just riding that Arcanine’s cock until it was dry, even if it was a magnificently large rod that could possibly fill her up so much she’d look pregnant by the end of it. A wondrous prospect, but still nothing compared to what she knew her apex would be like.

The Arcanine, meanwhile, was clearly worried about the fact Blazy had seemingly stopped functioning the moment her head turned to the wrapper of candies, all of her muscles tensing up as her body froze, even blinking halted; her eyes watered the longer they stared at that collection of tiny treats, enraptured by their spell, and before long one of her hands began to move of its own accord. Blazy was a passenger aboard her own body, the latter of which had just been hijacked by her primal need to grow larger and more voluptuous; not that she minded, that’s exactly what her higher-order consciousness wanted as well, it’d just be nice if she were the one to make that decision. Instead, the Typhlosion got to observe as her arms moved to put her hands in place, to unwrap the rest of the candies and carefully place them on her palm; there were about ten of them, just big enough that she could fit all of them in her mouth if she truly tried. Off to her side, the Arcanine was begging her not to take them, while his trainer, still reeling from being buried in boob, mumbled something about “unpredictable results” and Blazy putting herself in danger if she tried to do something stupid like eat all of those things without giving her body the proper time to rest. She didn’t care; this was her destiny.

With a single, fluid motion, the curvaceous Typhlosion threw the remaining treats into the air, getting a few seconds to observe as they arced upwards and then straight down into her open mouth, tongue catching a couple that insisted on falling off-target; within seconds, Blazy was chewing down on their sweet, caramel-like goodness, already feeling their juices pouring down her throat and filling her body with the same wonderful warmth as before. There would be no stopping her now; nothing would stand in her way, be it others like her or silly things like walls and roofs. The Arca-hunk and his human stood there, staring at her in abject horror, all while their growing erections betrayed how much they were enjoying the show to its fullest; Blazy, being only vaguely aware of this through her haze of growth-lust, fired a wink at them before closing her eyes, waiting for when the impact would come.

Three seconds. She counted them, hoping for something on that timescale, and nearly doubled over once everything pounded against her from the inside out. She was being filled, of that she was certain, and it felt like her body was too small to accommodate everything that she was going to be, like there was a true Blazy hidden beneath her skin, struggling to get out, desperate for extra space. Her physical form was no longer enough to hold her, and if nothing was done about that, the Typhlosion might just burst! Panic struck her as hard as her growth spurt did, and for a few horrible seconds, Blazy genuinely believed she’d just made a terrible mistake; of course her body wasn’t ready, how could she expect it to contain perfection? She had signed her death warrant and wasn’t even aware of it, which just made what happened afterwards as relieving as it was surprising.

Clearly, her body decided that it was too small to contain her new form as well, because it didn’t just make her bust larger or hips wider; instead, everything began to expand outwards, leaving the Typhlosion as tall as her prospective Arca-lover in just a few seconds, with her head hitting the ceiling just a few moments after that. Blazy barely had enough time to realize she was growing bigger before her shoulders were breaking through the roof, dragging half a ton of building materials in the form of rubble as she emerged into the sunlit outdoors, unable to control her window-shaking, glass-shattering roaring. It was too much for her, it had to come out; the sudden surge of power was so great that it felt like it wasn’t enough; what she was feeling inside of her was so incomprehensibly vast that no amount of flaunting would ever be able to even scratch the surface of it… and that left her feeling somehow both more anxious than ever and more sexually charged than she had ever felt before.

The rest of the gym’s roof was cleanly ripped off once the transformation dragged the rest of her up towards the sky, the candies working on overdrive to make her taller than any other building in town, large enough that everyone living in it would be able to see her; hell, judging by how much of the woods she herself could see, it wouldn’t surprise her if every other settlement for several miles could get a good look at her burgeoning frame, especially considering it wasn’t even done growing yet! Amazingly, her proportions remained the same as they had been before her overdose, leaving her with a bust so immeasurably gigantic that it cast a shadow all the way over to the forest trail she had come from before, with every picnic-goer now having to contend with the sun being blocked by a pair of tits unlike any other on the planet. All of this while her ass rippled and jiggled uncontrollably, aided by Blazy occasionally slapping it to give both herself and everyone around her a good show.

The air was cold up there near the clouds, enough that every breath created a cloud thanks to the roaring furnace inside of her body. The Typhlosion couldn’t even make out any of the people underneath her; they were just too tiny for her to make out, melting together into one large, colourful smudge that only seemed to grow larger by the minute. Everyone was joining in, bringing their Pokémon with them as well, eager to see just what exactly was going on, even as it became obvious that they could admire their new giantess from just about anywhere in town. Blazy herself wished they didn’t crowd around her feet so much; her control over her own body was dubious at best, and given how much she desperately needed to get some release, there was a non-zero chance some of those folks might end up drowning.

Thankfully, the growth spurt ended before things took a turn for the oddly macabre, leaving Blazy on the cusp on losing her mind, but with just enough footing in reality to prevent a full-scale meltdown. She had trouble breathing, and not just because of the physical strain of becoming a mini-goddess like that; the pair of lungs in her chest were so titanic that the poor thing didn’t really know how to fill them properly, and thus ended up taking breaths that were too short. It took them a bit before finding a new rhythm, at which point her head became covered in mist thanks to condensation; it made for a funny sight, and a convenient excuse for Blazy to bring her head down closer to the ground.

Amazingly, rather than finding a crowd that was dumbstruck by the appearance of a giantess in the middle of their town, or utterly terrified at the prospect of being squished underneath their heel, Blazy instead got to hear as all of the tiny ones called up to her in celebratory tones, shouting her name and congratulating the Typhlosion on her achievement. It was as if she’d just finished a marathon and was now surrounded by a victorious crowd shouting at the top of their voices about first place… and honestly, she was touched, so much so that Blazy had to bring both hands to her mouth while biting back a few happy tears. Never in a million years could she have expected the people there to accept her so quickly, and yet there they were, encouraging her to cut loose even more and enjoy herself, so long as she kept the buildings intact; even the Arcanine had joined in, promising to work extra hard so he could “satisfy” her when it came down to it. A goofy proposal, but she had to appreciate the thought behind it.

After working her way through the gratitude-induced sobbing, Blazy took stock of her situation: she was taller than everything around her, a good three hundred feet in height if not more so. Moving from place to place guaranteed that something would break, and the forest was no longer capable of supporting her; in fact, it was doubtful if anything at all could do that, making the issue of food a rather worrying one. And yet, regardless of how much she tried to concern herself with such matters, her mind kept being dragged away by something: the cheers, the shouts of excitement, the celebrations down below where folks were dancing around their new titan and singing praises unto her. It wasn’t what she had been looking for, but Blazy couldn’t deny it felt good to be that wanted… and accepted. Why was she worrying so much about how many nuts she could gather or what amount of roots were needed to keep that body of hers running? She had a new home now, one filled with people that could help her get whatever she needed; just as long as she did her part in helping around town, there was no reason she shouldn’t be able to reap the benefits of being welcome in it!

She smiled; it wasn’t a well-developed plan, but it was something at least, a thought for the future if nothing else. Besides, since everyone seemed intent on turning her ascension into some sort of party, it’d be insulting if she herself didn’t join in; it would take a lot of effort to get in on the dancing without completely destroying everything around her, but Blazy would manage. And if she didn’t, well…

… she wasn’t going anywhere.