Cookie Jar Business (Anthro Pokemorph giantess)
 

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Warning: This story contains growth, breast expansion and macro.

Shorty the plusle is Meister_Li’s character.

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Cookie Jar Business, by DragonMasterX.


Shorty’s machine whirred to life with a simple push of a button.

The plusle morph fancied herself an avid mechanic, tinkering with her tools and inventions every day. Today was no different. Shorty had been cooped up in her garage work station for the good part of the last week, fixing and adjusting parameters and joints alike, keeping everything green. It was a particularly hot day of summer and Shorty was wearing only her overalls.

“Shorty” was because of her electricity-related qualities, but the pokegirl was still quite short of height, even if her form was curvy and feminine. She cursed every time she was forced on her stool to reach the higher components of her machinery, but those situations would be over soon.

Shorty was working on a new device capable of harnessing quanzymes, synthesized energy-producing microorganisms capable of recycling and reusing energy, to power up her multi-tasking gizmo! “No longer will I have to worry about reaching the cookie jar with this damn stool!” Shorty proudly told herself, “The quanzymes will stay in there and like a permanent battery, won’t need to be replaced! Then just click and get what I want!”

With completion near at hand, Shorty jumped on a counter from her stool and placed a jar in the highest rack she could find. She smiled to herself and was about to come down when she slipped with a small stain of grease, causing her to topple down to the ground. On the way down, her elbow clumsily pushed down one of the many levers in her own machine, forcing the parameters to change without her consent.

“Oof, ahhh… Clumsy clumsy…” Shorty blew the little tuft of hair on her head out of the way with a sigh of irritation. “Didn’t break anything at least.” Her sides hurt a little, but there really was no damage. Shorty stood up on her feet and gently rubbed her sore spot, dismissing it, “Okay! No time to whimper. It is science time!” she reached for her remote.

The quanzymes Shorty had created powered up nearly all of her inventions. They were highly unstable little creatures, but as their creator, Shorty had easily managed to contain and control them using the basics of bioelectricity to keep them tightly knit together. With just one lever down however, those principles became scrambled. Shorty still didn’t know. The machine was already whirring, so it was ready for use. Anticipation was building in Shorty’s gut; she was biting her lower lips in anticipation was she held her remote and the tip of her finger danced around the big red button. “Let there be science!”

After the exclamation came the magic. That’s how Shorty had planned it, but she couldn’t have been more far away from the goal post. The quanzyme container was spinning with the microscopic batteries stirring inside; it usually glowed a bright blue when the actuator sparked the little guys to life. “Why is it orange now…?” Shorty gasped as she saw her invention start to rattle. “Arceus!”

The plusle quickly hit the button on her remote, but it was too late; the machine’s system was already compromised. Shorty was panicking; she dropped the remote and hastily began to climb atop the multitasker’s panel, “Something is wrong with the power feed, it’s overloading…!” she put her hands on her cheek sacs after reading the energy levels on the console. A louder, more violent rattling knocked Shorty off the machine. The glass container for the quanzymes was tearing. She shut her eyes and braced.

The machine briefly stopped shaking. Shorty opened one eye while still holding her breath and gasped as she saw a flash. KA-BOOM! The garage lit up brightly and its shutter was blown open. The blast sent Shorty flying into a wall, covering her in soot from the resulting explosion. “Gak! Where did I go wrong?” she coughed as a bright orange smoke filled the room. Shorty’s ears were still ringing, her eyes remaining shut so they wouldn’t become irritated by the gas. Using her tact and visual memory, Shorty attempted to make it outside, but having inhaled the gas she couldn’t stop hacking and spasming. Eventually she passed out before making it outside.

“Heeey! Hey Shorty! Shorty, wake up!” a voice called out to the inventor, stirring her from her sleep. The plusle came to while in her bed. The first thing Shorty saw was her neighbor, a swampert called Lydia.

“Lydia, what happened?” Shorty was quick to ask, rushing to sit up before she whimpered from stinging pain stemming from her sides. “Oww, owwie…”

“Easy, Shorty,” Lydia gently pushed Shorty back to her pillow, “There was an explosion in your garage. I called the firefighters and an ambulance! The doctors said you had breathed some smoke. They tended to your cuts and said you should take it easy for a day or two!”

“Thanks, Lydia. You’re a good friend,” said Shorty as she finally noticed her bandaged limbs; shrapnel must have hurt her while she was bracing from the blast. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought now.

“What were you doing in there anyway?” Lydia asked out of concern. Shorty shrugged her shoulders a little.

“Oh, you know.” But Lydia wasn’t convinced with such vagueness. The swampert narrowed her eyes and the plusle gave her a sheepish grin. “I was just tinkering… I must’ve miscalculated something and my machine blew up on me.”

“You should be more careful, Shorty! You’re lucky you didn’t die from suffocation or worse! The firefighter team said the machine in your garage completely burned down and nothing could be salvaged!”

“Okay okay, thanks mom.” Shorty rolled her eyes; she was used to explosions and the firefighter team having to pay inordinate amounts of visits to her home, and she was also used to Lydia worrying about her. “Wait a minute,” Shorty blinked as she rewound the conversation in her head, “Nothing could be salvaged?” she blinked again, “Didn’t they find a cluster of miniature burnt-off lighting bulbs?” Shorty was of course talking about her quanzymes- when the microscopic applications stopped working they fell to the ground like dead flies and tended to fuse together into tiny unusable glass bulbs. Lydia shook her head no. The fact they weren’t found anywhere like usual was making Shorty wary. Had the quanzymes vaporized?
“Oi, Shorty!” Lydia’s voice tore through, “Crud, don’t scare me like that! Going all silent-like on me. Look Shorty, maybe you spend too much time cooped up in here. There’s some great sun out there. Why not hit the beach with me when you get better huh?”

“But Lydia, my invention’s not finished and I…”

“Tut tut! You’ll have a great time. Plus I and the rest of the neighborhood can do without so many explosions in the same week!” Lydia smiled, “C’mon. The medic said you have to take it easy. The beach’s gonna do wonders to your fur!”

Shorty sighed. There was no winning with this amphibian. “Alright! I’ll go.” Maybe it wasn’t going to be such a bad idea. But she was still worried, where had her microdots disappeared to…?

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Two days later…

“Now I remember why I hate the busy season beach,” Shorty murmured and sighed in defeat as she and Lydia came out to the beach. No fewer than a hundred pokemorphs were gathered there; the loudness of conversational mash-up combined with the jolly scream of children was forcing the plusle’s tall ears down. “Tell me again, why did we come to the most packed beach this side of the coast?”

Lydia smiled, “Oh don’t be such a grump, dear! You need more social interaction and less toying with dangerous machines.”

“I thought you said we were here for the sun. How are we supposed to get any sunlight with these hulking masses of muscle standing just about everywhere?” Shorty avoided making eye contact with people; she preferred being alone at the beach, Lydia didn’t bother her, but this gigantic obnoxious group was quickly getting to her. Looking at the taller girls such as charizards or milotics made it hard on herself as well; being on the short side of 4 and a half feet, Shorty didn’t feel secure when those towering beauties in the skimpiest of swimsuits passed by her, tailed by what seemed to be a sizable portion of the beach. At least Lydia didn’t rub it in her face.

“Mmm, we can still fish while tanning, can’t we?” Lydia giggled with a playful grin. It was no secret to Shorty, Lydia was as promiscuous as she could get. With the damp climate and the voluminous body of a well-fed, curvy female aiding her bikini-clad figure, Lydia felt right at home. “Aw c’mon, don’t bail on me girl.” The swampert turned around as she missed the sight of her friend. “Oh crud.” Lydia muttered under her breath as she realized why Shorty had not kept up.

“Hey, watch where you’re going shortstack!” Annie was about the only ampharos in town bold enough to don the slingshot bikini. She had the bust, the waist and the hips for it, and as a result, she could get whoever AND whatever she wanted. Lydia frowned and hurried to her friend’s side as Shorty slowly sat back up. “Hmph,” Annie put her hands on her hips as she leaned forwards, her humongous chest dangerously wobbling in front of Shorty’s face. “Well? Apologize for bumping into me like that, tiny!”

“You’re the one that wasn’t looking where she was going, balloon chest,” Shorty groaned as Lydia helped her up. “Chat less and look where you’re going, huh?”

“What did you call me?!” Annie was a very proud electrical ovine. She was already cackling with energy as her fists clenched. Her ‘friends’ surrounded Annie protectively. Lydia counted a buff garchomp, an even larger arcanine and three less endowed females. Shorty’s cheek pouches were cackling as well.

“Sorry Annie!” Lydia hurried to say. Shorty widened her eyes with a “What?” expression on her face. Lydia shook her head frantically and pulled her smaller friend with her. “We’ll be going now, bye!” With the speed of a scared rapidash, the two friends disappeared within a dust cloud. Annie yelled something at Shorty, but Lydia dragged her along too hard and too fast for her to listen.

A little while later, Lydia finally skidded to a halt and let Shorty go. “What’s your problem, Lydia?” Shorty coughed some sand out. A panting Lydia stared in disbelief.

“That’s my line, dear. You almost got into a fight over nothing!”

“Annie’s a bitch and a slut, you know that right? Could’ve had my back.” Shorty sat down after Lydia set their mats from her bag.

“We’re not here to fight, remember? You almost blew yourself up two days ago. The doctor said to take it easy.” Lydia rolled her eyes, “Just forget Annie. We’ll have fun, you’ll see! We can swim, catch some sun and…”

“Fish?” Shorty quoted with her fingers and a smartass stare. Lydia grinned playfully, her tailfin shaking behind her. “You never change do you?” Shorty returned the grin and they proceeded to giggle.

Stretching her arms and putting her paws on her neck, Lydia closed an eye and stuck her tongue out, “Hey, when you look this good, you don’t keep the studs waiting.” The swampert posed while kneeling down, her large chest and wide hips greatly accentuated by her swimsuit. “Aren’t you wearing your bikini too, Shorty? Why don’t you take that shirt off? Must be like an oven in there!”

“Oh shut up!” Shorty blushed a bit, shrinking into her shoulders. The truth was, Shorty wasn’t disappointed with her own figure, but after having ran into a pair of breasts almost twice the size of her own head earlier, she didn’t feel like showing off.

“What? You’ve got a great figure. Don’t let the wolves starve, rawr!” Lydia encouragingly reached for Shorty’s knee and patted it gently, “C’mon. It’s part of relaxing!” Shorty shrugged her shoulders; there really was no winning with the swampert.

Pulling the shirt over her head, Shorty revealed her cute one piece swimsuit. Sedentary life led the plusle to develop a little paunch in her belly, but it blended in with her thick, feminine hips. She was easily outclassed by Lydia up top, but Lydia wasn’t the kind of girl that showed off to make other girls feel bad; that was one of the reasons they were such good friends. Shorty heard Lydia comment about her looks again and looked cheerful about it. It made Shorty feel a bit awkward but good at the same time, enough to send an unfamiliar tingle down her spine. She wasn’t sure why, but being complimented felt good actually. Shorty wondered what it would be like to be worshipped simply for standing there or walking around, like Annie did. “Being like Annie? Blegh!” Lydia stuck her tongue out at the mere mention of the idea.

“No, not LIKE her. I mean, not personality-wise. Who’d want that?” Shorty groaned. “But you know, sometimes, I wonder what receiving all that attention would be like…”

“You can already get that much attention, Shorty! Just gotta show it all off.” Lydia giggled, getting a glare from the small plusle. “Just saying! You do have a cute butt.”

“Maybe…” Shorty admitted, feeling that tingle at her back again. The rodent began to wonder: Was this what being praised for her looks felt like? It was like a warm sensation caressing her from the inside, and a subtle tightness in her chest. Shorty was starting to feel hot. Years of being fully dedicated to her work and barely taking breaks from time to time had really crippled her relationship with other people. Maybe it was time to give this people thing a try.

“Hey, did your boobs just get bigger?” the non-sequitur by Lydia snapped Shorty out of her thoughts, making her blink.

“What?” the plusle merely asked. Lydia’s widely open eyes staring at her chest made it clear Shorty had not misheard. Looking down, Shorty’s eyes bulged out, “What the shock?!” she exclaimed. Shorty put her hands under her swollen breasts within the top of her swimsuit. The cream-furred spheres had always been a minor C-cup, but they were clearly over Ds now. Shorty pushed her hands up and lightly squeezed, yipping a bit, “Ahh! They ARE mine! What’s going on…?” Shorty’s one-piece top looked liked it was accommodating ripe melons tightly squeezed together.

“I’d say you’re looking a little swollen there, dear!” Lydia observed, crawling in front of her friend to get a better view of the two miraculously expanded breasts. The awestruck plusle was immediately taken aback by the suddenness of Lydia’s face coming so close to her chest. Shorty pushed herself away, groaning a little as she felt her swimsuit tight around her hips and semi-stuck in her butt cheeks. “Ooooh, they bounce and jiggle a lot!”

Lydia’s interest was starting to make Shorty feel self-conscious, but at the same time gratified by the attention. “Oh uh… what do you think happened?” she asked to change topics. Lydia shrugged.

“Maybe you’re evolving!” A flat stare followed the swampert’s allegation, “Okay okay, I’ve no idea. But damn it makes you look good! I’m jealous!” Lydia giggled. Shorty blinked.

Jealousy? She repeated the word in her head. A bombshell like Lydia was jealous of her body? That was an entirely new concept for the plusle. Then it happened again: Shorty gasped and felt a more powerful tingle, this time she could feel it in her entire body.
When it happened, Shorty clearly felt her one piece becoming excessively tight on her. Looking down past her inflating breasts showed Shorty that her one piece was slowly disappearing behind her, devoured by her bulbous behind. The fabric was digging down against her chest. Both Lydia and Shorty could clearly hear the strain as the swimsuit stretched.

“H-hey, Shorty, are you getting bigger?!” Lydia was starting to blush, curiosity replaced by wariness. The plusle was a good foot taller than her usual height. Save for her expanding chest, Shorty’s proportions were about the same; the expanding electric rodent was slowly climbing in height, but instead of growing out of her “shortstack” shape, she was becoming simply becoming larger and larger!

What Shorty was feeling was an indescribable rush of energy welling up deep inside of her. Almost as if an air pump was stuck inside of her, the metaphorical air filling her felt like a thousand tiny hands massaging her insides. Shorty was about to cry out in pleasure when Lydia asked her a question; she had to fight the urge to scream before she answered: “I think… ahh… y-yeah, I’m growing! Eeek!” She let out a squeal and quickly threw her paw at the left strap of her top, catching it just in time as it snapped under the weight of her growing chest.

Lydia nearly jumped out of her scales when the saw Shorty grow large enough for the swimsuit to begin breaking. At that point even the swampert was starting to get worried, “Shu-Shorty, you might want to stop that, hun! You’re growing a little too big I think!” she looked around them, trying to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t attract as much attention. At the rate Shorty was growing however, that would soon be impossible.

“I-I don’t think I can stop it!” moaned the trembling Shorty as she suddenly swelled. “Damn, the big boobs were okay, I don’t want to be left naked in the beach!” was the last thing she squealed before her swimsuit began to break apart. Flesh and fur spilling out through the busted seams, the one piece exploded in a rain of cloth. Shorty couldn’t help herself anymore: She screamed. The yelp did not go unnoticed, and just as Lydia feared, curious gazes began to set themselves on the pair. “Ah!” Shorty gasped, throwing her arms around herself in an effort to cover up. Her little tail flew in front of her groin and she squeezed her breasts to press them down as much as possible; with their new volume however, this only caused the flesh to spill out in even more suggestive ways.

“Ahh, gal, I think you’re turning this into a prospective nudist beach. Everyone’s coming!” Lydia stood up and nervously looked left and right, unable to think up a way to defuse the situation. It wasn’t long before horny whistles and camera flashes started going off; Shorty was well on her way to 7ft already.

Avoiding the lustful gazes and jealous leers proved to be next to impossible. Shorty was suddenly the center of attention for the first time in her life. “You think I want to be in the middle of this?!” was a phrase that passed by her mind at one point, but as Shorty really started getting a good look at her audience, she realized that far be it from humiliation, they were idolizing her. Even the glares of envy from other females contained a certain glint of respect that Shorty could not ignore. It was those feelings of being observed, of having every inch of her body exposed that were making her feel so awkward and good at the same time. As she felt the recurring tingle at her back, Shorty came to realize that she did not dislike the attention, she was relishing every second of it, and her body was somehow responding to it. Shorty was growing because of their worshipping eyes.

And she was starting to get used to that idea. Shorty was making sense out of it; the tingling, Lydia’s comments, the sudden growth spurts. “Auugh!” Shorty moaned out loud as all of a sudden her body boomed taller, swelling several feet bigger at once. “And the intensity of the growth seems to be proportional to the amount of attention I get!” Shorty concluded in her mind as she became a gigantic version of herself, at least relative to her usual height; she was now even taller than Annie was! And it only had happened in mere seconds…

A smile began to appear in Shorty’s face. The smile grew into a grin as she slowly rose to her feet, towering over the growing circle of pokemorphs surrounding Lydia and her. Looking down at her friend, Shorty winked to the spooked Lydia, who blinked in surprise but seemed to get the idea. The naked, rising plusle, filled with newfound confidence, dropped her arms and allowed her new bountiful breasts to bounce free. The result was more than pleasing to Shorty, who watched as dozens of heads bounced in rhythm to her jiggling boobies like bob-head figures on a bumpy ride. “Oh yes, this is definitely a treat!” she wasn’t afraid anymore. Shorty wanted it to happen now, she simply allowed it to.

Those horny coyote-like howls and whistles were appealing instead of embarrassing now. The stares were confidence-inspiring rather than humbling. Cheerfulness filled Shorty as the effect shot like a pinball hitting every corner inside of her body. People that had been surrounding Shorty and her swampert friend began to stand back; Shorty grinned as she easily outsized the tallest long-necked tropius by at least a head, and she was still rising! The sight of the growing plusle became increasingly astonishing as she seemed to be on an endless height spurt! Still Shorty swelled, her hands balling into fists as she clenched hard before arching her back, feeling like she had just woken up from a refreshing nap. “Ngaaah!” she groaned loudly, making sure every one of her audience members heard her.

“Wooo! Jump up and down, jump up and down!” Shorty was surprised to hear a female’s voice screaming for her to jump, but she was unable to see where in the great conglomeration of people that girl was. She smirked down at them; even Lydia looked small to her now. The large breasted rodent put her hands under her boobs and briefly bounced them, eliciting louder woos and screams; then the 15ft. tall plusle did as she was begged to. Standing still, Shorty pressed her arms to her sides and gingerly giggled as she began to bounce in place; just as intended, her tits began to rock up and down, jiggling in almost dangerous, threatening motion. Fortunately, people had learned to keep their distance from the stocky but well endowed rat.

The growing plusle began to get an idea as she passed 20ft. tall. They wanted a show, she would give them a show. “Excuse me, boys!” Shorty waved her hand dismissively as she walked forwards; the group almost instantly parted to the side. Lydia followed closely behind as Shorty casually marched on.

“Shorty! What are you doing?” the swampert asked while looking up at her friend. Lydia felt how weird it was to have to look UP to Shorty.

“Going to get back at someone.”

“What? Are you right in the head, dear?!”

“Never better.” Lydia briefly stopped. She had to jump to the side to avoid being run over by the huge crowd following and cheering the nude amazon on. It was hard to believe that her neighbor who usually was quiet, when not causing explosions, would suddenly turn so outgoing and daring. Worried for her safety, Lydia followed the growing rat.

When Lydia finally caught up, Shorty was well over 20ft. tall and showed no sign of stopping her growth. The crowd of people had only thickened, and Lydia had the feeling this was only serving to egg her friend on. The swampert’s eyes widened as Shorty did the unexpected and began to run.

“Catch this one Doug!” Doug rushed over the makeshift volleyball court on the sand to catch a high ball, but he couldn’t comply with his friend’s wishes. Just as fast as the buff garchomp dashed, a huge object obscured his view and before he could tell, he crashed onto it.

“I caught it.” Shorty couldn’t have been any happier. An athlete like Doug probably had no problem tackling a snorlax wrestler over, but he had bounced off her legs like a ball. The rodent giggled and bounced the volleyball in her palm as the players watched, “This looked like volleyball to me from a distance. Are you guys playing some new kind of tennis here?” she joked with the comparatively tiny ball rolling around on her hand. Doug’s jaw was hanging limp in an almost comical display of dumbfound confusion; the other players approached with disbelief in their eyes, one of them was Annie the ampharos and she was the most shocked.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to our game?” Annie was so used to being the number one female everywhere she went that the appearance of the gigantic Shorty, who was captivating HER boy toys no less, caught her completely off-guard. Shorty wasn’t about to back off this time however.

Now that Shorty had Annie’s attention, she put the ball in her deep cleavage with a smirk and then rested her hands on her broad hips. With that move, Annie was treated to the towering wall of boob mass that was Shorty’s chest. The rodent was sticking her new assets out proudly, and it was making the ampharos cringe in both anger and jealousy. “Miss your ball, Annie?” Shorty grinned and bent over, not only sticking her humongous tits at Annie, but also visibly mooning the audience at Shorty’s back. “Look, I’m not a meanie like you. I can share one of my beach balls with you. Yours are looking pretty deflated after all.” Shorty grinned even wider as she held her breasts in her hands, squeezing them tightly against each other, causing an impossibly deep cleavage.

“D-Doug, Morty, don’t just stand there. Ask- no, tell that overfed bitch to leave!” Annie demanded, but tit-hypnotized zombies were all she was talking to. It was a real treat to see Annie blush and look down at her chest before slinking away in shame. Not only did Shorty humiliate Annie, but the guys and girls that usually hung around Annie now were surrounding Shorty instead! She laughed heartily and rose up to her full height of 25ft. tall. The pressure her gigantic breasts applied to the volleyball stuck in-between caused it to pop loudly like a balloon. Just as that happened, the mini-giantess felt a surge of unstoppable energy endow her with even greater power. Shorty felt triumphant and absolutely adored. As a result, she began to grow again, this time very rapidly.

People were astounded when Shorty began to laugh louder and louder as she boomed taller and taller, her size increasing at an astonishing rate. Her chest swelled at a slightly faster pace than the rest of her, the speed of frontal weight gain doing her balance a bad one. In a sudden fit of bliss combined with the wild, constant change in perspective, the massively growing plusle fell backwards. The beach goers had no choice but to scramble to avoid the gigantic plusle booty from flattening them to a pancake.

A sand shaking thud marked the fall of the top heavy giantess, who moaned in delight as her fingers sank into the ground. Shorty audibly expressed her joy with one scream after another as she rapidly expanded. She felt every heartbeat making her larger and larger, her immense body already past 50ft. tall and going even faster. Her legs rapidly approached the wet shore while her sides began to knock parasols and chairs over, if they weren’t crushed under Shorty’s thighs and thick ass cheeks.

Shorty’s mind was swimming in bliss, but a nagging thought in her head made her snap out of her growth-induced trance for a brief moment to look down. Lydia had convinced her to come to the beach, looking out for her no doubt, as always. Shorty couldn’t care less about the people feeding her energy with their attention, but she didn’t want poor Lydia being accidentally hurt in the commotion of the running pokemorphs down below. Forcing her lust-addled mind help her move her trembling limbs, Shorty managed to scoop up the swampert from a group of loud fans, then gave her a smile. “S-Shorty? Hey girl uh… Please don’t tell me all this growing’s made you hungry!”

“Don’t be silly,” Shorty giggled. Then holding Lydia up to her face she gave her a friendly grin, “Just making sure you don’t get hurt by all my… Nnngh…! Fans!” Lydia held on as Shorty’s tingling body shook violently before growing several feet taller at the same time. Lydia’s friend was gigantic, and there clearly was no way to stop her from getting even bigger! “Or myself!” she giggled again, placing the swampert on her shoulder. “Just hold on, I can feel this one’s going to be huuuuuuuuge!”

And right on cue, the giantess began to deeply shake. Shorty announced her latest, most explosive flaring with the banging of both fists into the sand. Many of the show’s attendees soon realized that Shorty wasn’t going to give them a ride like the lucky swampert had and finally snapped back to the reality that the growing giantess’ body wasn’t going to stop taking up more space. Beachside gear and more parasols became engulfed by Shorty’s expanding mass, her wet toes sinking into the shore’s waves along with the rest of her feet. Shorty arched back, her paws sliding along whilst her legs stretched towards the sea; she kept her eyes closed, biting her lips in anticipation as her cheerfulness grew with her.

Shorty felt like she had a sun explode inside of her. Even while they ran away, Shorty could feel all of the little scampering people’s attention on her super curvy body. She was the queen of the beach, lording over their relatively pathetic sizes. Shorty’s enormity was undisputed, she was growing at such a fast pace that she wasn’t able to tell when she passed 100ft. tall, yet she kept swelling larger and larger and LARGER still. Her enlargement was all encompassing, the beach falling prey to her round ass and sliding legs as well as her hands. Shorty relaxed, basking in the sun’s rays as her shadow invariably covered the sand, enjoying the process through and through. Her whole body was titanic in proportion already, legs already knee-deep into the ocean and hands that could flatten an entire house.

The beach pokemorphs couldn’t disguise their terror with excitement anymore. As much as some of them were endeared by the hot figure expanding on the beach, some perhaps even smitten, the collective ran for their lives. The fast growing electro rat was going to squeeze them to nothingness simply by growing without even noticing it. She was stuck in that level of bliss. Everyone was too scared of being squished to stay; Shorty was already 500ft. tall and still she grew!

But just as her spurt was fueled by the attention and worship of the people surrounding her, Shorty’s growy binge came to an abrupt stop as everyone left. Shorty’s immense size topped at over 700ft., and she was visibly the largest thing for miles. Unable to relish that intense feeling of energetic pleasure inside of her, Shorty finally opened her eyes. She found herself panting as if she had just had an orgasmic event of pure bliss; even Lydia’s cries for attention went unheard.

Shorty’s mind was preoccupied with the overwhelming desire to grow. She wanted to be made larger, she couldn’t avoid the nagging at the back of her head; all she had to do was to get people’s attention and she would grow even bigger!

To that end, Shorty forced her gargantuan form to rise. She stood up and cast her shadow over the sea, her humongous tits bouncing on her chest like oversized wrecking balls. Shorty looked down and giggled, “Wrecking balls, hmm?” a glint of near evil nature appeared in her eyes as she turned around. Shorty the giant plusle was about to do something daring.

The seaside hotels were all benefited with the shoreline view. Every bit of the ocean’s natural charms was often the selling point of the chain of hotels. Usually, the beach goers ruined the sandy paradise. Today, the view was completely overtaken by the sight of a gigantic cream and red colored, busty giant. The absolutely massive Shorty rushed to the cliff side and looked about while wagging her tail. She hurried to announce her presence: “Come out come out, little people! Come out and tell me how beautiful and sexy I am!” she said with a commanding tone, leaning forwards with her gigantic chest bouncing dangerously towards the hotel immediately in front of her. The round spheres signaled impending and awkwardly alluring doom as they approached; nevertheless, people fled the structure as fast as they could. Vacated, the hotel was completely smashed by the big tits’ descent.

People’s gasps and shouts of terror combined with the few that cheered her on blended together into the same symphony of incoming bliss for Shorty’s ears. Shorty licked her chops in anticipation as she felt the familiar tingle that she had come to love and felt herself grow larger already. It wasn’t enough. Looking to the right she saw the neighboring hotel and growled with excitement as she pounced on it, landing boob-first on the evacuated building. She laughed, clearly enjoying herself thanks to the feedback from the attention and also how strong she felt, forcing mighty structures to collapse under her bulk. The naked giant plusle brought it up and a notch higher and invaded the rest of the hotels, this time using her massive tush to decimate the hotels. People rushed outside to evade death and were rewarded with the jolly female feeding off their attention. Shorty flexed and stretched, displaying herself fully, allowing the power to soak her completely. She swelled bigger and bigger and bigger, and then even bigger as the crowd grew with her. The speed of her growth finally caught up to the earlier rate, and Shorty almost hit her climax simply from growing taller! She left 1000ft. behind very quickly. The beach’s cliff side became a mere step for her feet in only moments. Shorty was becoming extremely gargantuan with her butt alone already occupying several parking lots.

But just as before, people running away severely crippled Shorty’s ability to grow bigger. She lied across several destroyed hotels with a blissful expression in her face, like a dog who had just rubbed themselves against the floor to comfort. The massive giantess had a blissful grin painted across her face. Shorty wasn’t growing anymore, but she didn’t mind. She knew what she had to do in order to get more of this kick.

Having climbed her growing neck throughout the entire ordeal, Lydia had made it to Shorty’s ears finally. The swampert was panting audibly from exhaustion. Shorty blinked as she finally remembered her forgotten friend. “A-are you done…?” the water type meekly asked. Shorty couldn’t help but giggle.

“Guess I’m not asking you for help with the cookie jar anymore.”

The End.