"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, honey, just ring my bell."
"E...excuse me?" the elderly treecko stammered, a hot blush streaking over his face.
"My bell, dear, right here. Ring if you need anything at all," Nurse Blaziken cooed, batting her large, lashed eyes at him; she had bent down to point out the bell resting on the side of his service tray, which in turn rested just shy of the treecko's hospital bed. In moving thusly, her perfectly pert, plump bust strained against her nurse's uniform, a clean, bright white contrasting her bodily shade of hot red, her mane of beige-colored hair brushed mostly back behind her shoulders, though there was some sensual overflow draped strategically over the collarbone; a forest of matching fur rested in a well-trimmed tuft above her cleavage, which at that moment nearly screamed out at him. His blush did not diminish.
"Y...yes, ma'am."
She slipped a wink with those painfully beautiful, deep eyes of hers, and rewarded him a little smile.
"I'll be back to check on you either way, and we'll get your leg fixed up in no time. The fall you took wasn't so bad, you should heal right up fast!"
"Er, yes...about that...when you brought me in, did I...leave anything behind at the scene?" He grew visibly nervous broaching the subject at all.
"We have your satchel, if that's your concern, honey, no worries!" She made for the door, and smiled again as she closed it behind her. The treecko just laid there in his bed, eyes darting back and forth as he spied the ceiling. Arceus help them all if anyone found what was inside...what he'd been chased for so long over...
Meanwhile, less ominously, Nurse Blaziken had wondered over to the locker storage, some paperwork in tow. A young Machoke working the desk saw her, and fought off his usual blush. She had to be the hottest thing in the entire hospital, and he had no idea how to talk to her.
"Afternoon, Phil," she sang, flipping her papers. She leaned out over the desk siding, letting her chest nearly kiss him. It wasn't so much that she was so lusty all the time, without fail--more accurately, her breasts really were too big for her to be a close-talker. Not that that stopped her any. "My treecko up in 408, the runner with the broken leg, he had a satchel on him when we took him in, right?"
"Y...uh, yeah, yes! Yes, nurse, it's in the back. Do you want the entire bag, or something particular inside?"
"Hmm, no one's opened it, right?"
"We did last night, protocol. He signed off on it when we had him in the ambulance, so it's kosher."
"Anything particularly particular inside?" she asked, cocking her head some. He loved it so much when she did that, that he had to fight to answer promptly.
"Some archeology stuff, we think. At least, Drew said so, he opened it. Didn't touch anything though." he glanced at her ample hips, and she totally let him do so, as always. "...though touching is against...er, going through the property physically is, uh, against protocol."
She curled her finger at him, and he leaned in, terrified to get up from his seat. He began to anyway, when she giggled, batting those eyes the way she did.
"I meant, please, get me the satchel, hon."
The break room was abandoned at this time of day, and since it was en route to the treecko's room, she slipped in and sat along the bench lining the room's back wall, the TV gently playing daytime soaps as she rested the satchel on her thick legs, and hummed to herself as she located the zipper. Blaziken hardly wanted to work the old fellow up any more than necessary, fun as it admittedly was, so rather than have him go through everything, she would take inventory herself. He would hardly mind, after she gave him a sponge bath. Most didn't.
"Oh-kay," she sighed. opening it up with a little feminine flourish. Inside were some books, archeology tools, brushes, tiny picks, crumpled papers, dust, tuning forks, more dust, and... "Huh," she muttered softly, thoughtfully spying a modestly-sized statuette deep within, buried under the clutter. Making sure once again that the room was empty, she gave into curiosity, and reached in. Pulling the strange little idol out, she blew a little dust off of it, revealing a female type of body, albeit crudely rendered.
"Well, I knew he loved the ladies," she began, chuckling to herself, "but he can do better. No offense," she continued, talking to the statue, as she rubbed the dust off gently with her thumbs. As she did so, it seemed like a breeze ran not over her, but clean-through, and she gave a little shudder. Blowing it off, she shifted a little, then rubbed more at the idol's dirtied contours.
"How old is this thi--" she started, before shuddering even worse. Or, part of her quickly corrected, better. It...it wasn't a bad shiver at all, quite the opposite. And gads, did her clothes feel tight all of a sudden--if the A/C was on, or a window was letting in cold, why did she suddenly feel hotter all over? And more restricted? A pulse of pleasure lurked under the increasing tightness and heat, though she couldn't quite fathom what the sensation was. Her thoughts went south, quite literally, as her nurse's skirt strained tighter still against her legs, the seam running up to her hips starting to pop open in fits and noisy little bursts.
"Now, what the..." she wondered, feeling at the skirt, wincing a tiny bit as it tore further, the fabric cutting into her body as it...grew! Sweet Arceus' privates, she was growing! The reality sunk in stubbornly, unshakable; she stood up, the spread of her legs reflexively shearing the garment clear off, revealing a lacy pink spread of rapidly-stretching underwear beneath; she opened her mouth to say something in protest, or shock, or disbelief, but when her breasts pumped out too big for her shirt, popping the buttons, the bra cutting pleasantly into her body, all she let out was a deep, hot gasp; her hands went to them instinctively, cupping the surging mounds as the bra tore loose, the middle snapping away in surrender, the remnants of her clothing left in the form of ragged strips straining against her inflating digits.
She tingled all over, getting hotter still, panting openly as her rubbing, whilst holding the idol, caused it to ruuub slowly and deliberately over her growing breasts; her hips flared out wider, until the underwear nearly snapped off like a rubber band; the floor steadily lowered from her line of sight, as she wobbled and pushed up to 7 feet in size, the inches piling on dutifully, until she towered at 8 feet, then 9, then 10, her head brushing the ceiling tellingly.
"Oh!" she moaned, half in surprise, half in total pleasure, as the sensation flooded her, and she rippled up another three feet, bumping her head up into the paneling; her legs grew thicker and thicker, until they buckled awkwardly, forcing her to her knees--perhaps that was wise, anyhow, as she continued blowing up larger and larger and larger, her hands finding the floor as they slid over the linoleum tiles, her gorgeously full, firm, red rump pushing out into the wall, pressing into it, as the rest of her shot forward, her 18-foot body filling the room with what seemed to be a quickening pace.
This was impossible!
This was absurd!
This was...INCREDIBLE!
"M...mooore..." she managed to croak, flicking her tongue out cutely, before she shuddered up even larger, filling the room fully with over 20 feet of heaving, aroused pokemass. She felt the floor of the 4th story pleading with her not to get any bigger. But that was one thing she couldn't, or wouldn't do, as she tucked the idol into her expanding, deepening cleavage, resting it in between breasts too big to fit in their wheelchairs, both sides of her growing hips nuzzling into the walls, as she felt them bend in a surreal, head-rushing fashion.
"MORE!" she found herself pleading, as well, as the feeling just spiked higher within her, and she doubled in size, crashing down through the floor, then the next, landing loudly in the mostly-cleared lobby, her legs bulging out and out, as she found herself growing right back up into the hole she had just made, over 50 feet of trembling, highly aroused female billowing up and up, filling the hospital.
"N-nurse Blaziken!?" a nearby Pikachu doctor sputtered, peering through the clattering debris around her.
"Doctor," she moaned, huffing in and out with a big, unabashed grin, her fattened nipples dimpling as they surged sensitively larger into the lobby walls, "I'm taking the afternoon off..."
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