The water bubbled and broiled, and a rounded reptilian head with a sharp horn growing from in between the eyes rose from the water, a head of red hair cascading downwards to about a quarter of the way down the long, serpentine neck that it was connected to. The trainer's mouth hung open, and he took a few steps backwards in shock as the newly transformed Misty broke the surface of the pool and she clambered back up onto the platform, water still dripping from her titanic form.
She was enormous now, standing at a towering ten feet tall, causing her clothing to tear away like wet tissue paper and leaving her totally naked. She was covered in light blue scales on her back and cream-tan down her front, a dark grey shell studded with short blunt-tipped projections covered her broad back... and her figure had gone from tomboyish to fertility goddess. Her formerly petite A-cup breasts now defied the alphabet system of classification; each one was easily nearly twice the size of a beach ball and sported a nipple the size of a grown man's fist, and nearly totally covered her stomach underneath their smooth, heaving bulk; said stomach now carried a considerable amount of paunch to its broad waist - blubber to protect against colder weather. Her ass was more than a little bit smaller than her immense new breasts, but they were by no means small - her rear end, which sported a short stubby tail above it, looked like a pair of prize-winning pumpkins had been stuffed underneath her skin, and were connected to a set of thighs thicker around than a man's torso that in turn transitioned to long, smooth, thick legs ending in three-toed feet. Similarly, Misty's arms were thick both with pudge and a fair amount of muscle, and each hand now sported two fingers and a thumb, with slight webbing growing in between her fingers.
Misty now looked like a goddess of the ocean that stepped out from the pages of myth and legend and into real life... and she did not look happy at the impudent trainer that had entered her domain.
"Starmie, return." The transformed Gym Leader declared, recalling the many-legged Water-type back into its Pokeball. "I'll handle this from here." Misty didn't know how the hell this had happened to her, but she certainly wasn't going to complain about it - she felt strong, stronger than she had ever felt before, and she was eager to put it to the test.
"Wh-what the-...?" The trainer stammered out, barely able to believe what was standing before him. "Oh, fuck it! Absol, use Night Slash on that freak! If she wants to fight against us, let's show her what we've got!"
"Sol!" The Disaster Pokemon barked out, sprinting towards the immense Lapras girl and its horn glowing with Dark-type energy as it prepared to attack...
Only to get hit dead-on with a Confuse Ray and stagger to a stop, flopping down on its face and passing out.
Misty grinned fiendishly at the stunned trainer, then eased herself into the water, swimming across the pool separating herself from the petrified young man. "Now..." She murmured, "What should I do with you?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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