The orange-haired girl sighed. The once mighty trio of Pokemon trainers had shrank to two, with Brock leaving on his own journey. When she had first joined up with Ash Ketchum, she only did it to get payment for her bike, but after awhile, she became friends with him, and his Pikachu.
She ran a hand through her single ponytail, still lost in her thoughts. They had stopped for the night in a small bed and breakfast, each of them taking a room for themselves.
She sat on her bed, thinking about her relationship with Ash. As time had gone by, she had started to acquire a fondness for Ash, but didn’t seem to be getting any in return. More than a couple years had passed now, but she had found that she really hadn’t changed in her looks. Before it didn’t bother her, but as her interest in Ash grew, so did her desire to look better for him, and to finally get his attention.
‘Maybe if I had a better body, he would notice me.’ She glanced down at herself, and then glanced into the full-length mirror in the room. Looking back was a cute, thin young girl. She wore short jean shorts held up by red suspenders over a yellow tank top. It showed off her stomach…but that was it. She had no curves really, and no chest to speak of.
She sighed, this time in sadness, resigning herself to the fact that she’ll probably never develop, especially not like that girl on Team Rocket, Jessie.
Outside, an unknown flying Pokemon left a trail of glittering sparkles in its wake, casting a shimmering trail behind it. As the sparkles landed, they would be absorbed by whatever they fell on. The effects usually weren’t bad, as they landed on inanimate objects, or plant life. Usually they would give more life to plants, making them fresher or greener.
As the bird flew over the house the sparkles fluttered down, only to be swept into an open window by a strong breeze. A great many of the sparkles flew in, and while e many landed on inanimate objects, many landed on one unsuspecting Misty.
‘Wha…’ She jumped slightly, her skin feeling like little tiny pinpricks of…something had touched her on her bare skin near the window. She rubbed her right arm, then her waist and leg, till the feeling went away; although, the spots felt warm still afterwards.
‘That sure was strange.’ She muttered, feeling the warmth in her right side increase, and even spread. ‘Whoa…I feel really weird…’ The warmth spread to her whole body, and increased to the point of being hot.
She started to pant slightly, her skin feeling almost like it was on fire. ‘Wha…what’s happening?’ She ran a hand down her face, whipping some of the sweat off her face. The hand slid down her neck to the collar of her tank top, yanking it about to suck some air down her shirt and cool her chest.
Her chest heaved, as her shorts and shirt clung to her sweaty body. She glanced up into the mirror, and blinked, squirming slightly. She looked…different? ‘What’s going on?’ Her voice seemed a little different.
She watched herself in the mirror change, as she continued to pant, her chest heaving more and more. Her tank top slowly started to mold itself to her body, pulling further and further away from her stomach. The cuffs of her shorts started to pinch her thighs as they started to expand, gaining mass and curve. Her suspenders stretched further and further as she gained height, her waist starting to pinch inwards as her hips began to flare outwards, making her jean shorts tight. Her face started to become slimmer, her hands and fingers becoming longer as she gripped the bedspread. She could see her nipples poking through the tightening shirt, hard as pebbles. A tingling in her chest brought her eyes to her usually small breasts, and in amazement she watched as they began to inflate, pulling her tank top even higher.
Her red suspenders, normally holding up her shorts down the front of her chest, were slowly pushed to the side as her breasts grew. As her breasts grew and she gained height, the suspenders became more and more taunt, pressing her burgeoning breasts together and creating a crease over her growing valley.
Her ponytail (which was always done up really strangely on the side of her head) grew longer and fuller, straining the hair knot. Her bottom gained mass, filling in her shorts till they looked like they were a second skin.
‘My god…it…hurts!’ Misty ground out as her clothing constricted itself over her ever growing body. Suddenly, the hair knot in her ponytail, now touching a slender shoulder, broke with a loud snap, spilling her hair down to touch her upper back. Then, one of the suspenders unhooked from her shorts, flying up and behind her from the released tension and was quickly followed by the other. Her now B cup breasts, no longer pressed together, literally sprang out to their proper places, straining the tank top further and pulling it up even higher showing off her lower ribs. She could feel the muscles in her body gain more mass, and saw in the mirror as her stomach rippled slightly from her breathing and from the changes as slight tone lines formed around her abs.
Her jean shorts almost creaked as her body quickly outgrew them. The upper crevice of her blooming bottom could clearly be seen, as well as the strained blue panties underneath.
‘It’s…too…much…’ She panted, her tank top making it difficult for her to breath. Apparently her shorts agreed with her as the snap undid itself, followed by the zipper quickly unzipping itself, showing off even more of her strained panties. Red curls of hair were rapidly growing around the small patch of cotton and could clearly be seen expanding out into the open air. Then, first one seam, then the other broke. Both tears rapidly flew up the length of the seams, until finally a worn spot in a belt loop broke, and her jean shorts nearly flew off her expanding body. Her blue panties looked like a swimsuit bottom, and the wrong size at that as the back part slowly pulled into the crevice of her bottom, and the red curls of hair between her legs continued to grow around the front.
Her tank top now was pulled up till the bottom of her bosom showed, with small tears forming over her sensitive nipples and at the seams around her armpits. She gasped when first one, then the other nipple broke through, sending shocks of pleasure down to her groin. Her breasts quickly followed, expanding the holes while the tears at her arms grew, until finally, only tatters remained. At that moment, her panties finally gave up the battle, and snapped over a hip, exposing her whole body to the cool night air blowing in. The breeze blowing over her hot nipples and breasts and body as a whole, combined with her growing out of her clothes sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she acted instinctively, reaching down between her legs and rubbing a taunt nipple to bring her to an almost explosive climax. Crying out in pure joy, she fell backwards onto the bed, tatters of her clothing fluttering away from her body.
Slowly, her heart rate went down, and she finally managed to catch her breath after several very long minutes. She leaned up on the bed, and stood up, noticing how much smaller the room seemed to be. She glanced over at the mirror, and had to do a double take to stare at the woman staring back.
Her body had grown tremendously, with a slender, beautiful face crowned by slightly curly orange hair. Her lips where full, almost pouty. Her neck tapered gently down onto slender, athletic shoulders. Her breasts…
‘My god…’ She gasped, then gasped again at the sound of her voice, reaching up with a slender and delicate hand to her mouth. Could that smooth and silky voice truly be hers? Taking her hands she caressed down to her new breasts, hefting them for a moment before releasing them. They bounced only slightly, full and round and firm, riding high on her chest. With some pride she noted that they had to be at least a small C cup…maybe even a large C cup. She continued to trail her hands down, running them over her taunt stomach, feeling the tone lines of her abs and the taper of her waist as it went in, then flared out over her hips. Her thighs had gained a lot, giving her a very full and sexy petite womanly figure from the front. Between her legs, a large amount of redish-orange hair had sprouted into a nest of delicate curls.
She turned around to gaze at the rest of her. Her hair had grown down to the middle of her back, shiny from her perspiration. Shifting it aside, she saw the toned lines of her back muscles, flaring out to her full round heart shaped bottom. She couldn’t help but rub it, finding it firm and supple. Her whole body had a sheen of sweat on it, giving it a sex appeal that she’d never had before.
Overall, she had grown from an underdeveloped teen, to an athletically and voluptuously built and sexy woman.
‘Wow…amazing!’ She said in awe, gazing at her new body in wonder. Then she smiled and giggled as she wondered what Ash would think of her now.
‘Maybe I shall find out soon….’ She said aloud.
**** Minutes later?¦
Hot water cascaded down her body, running in rivulets across the new curves. Steam filled the shower and bathroom, and smelled of cherry shampoo.
Misty ran her hands over her body, making sure to get all the spots. ‘Mmmm…this feels so good.’ She purred as her hands moved, reveling in the silky smooth feel of her supple skin.
‘I can’t wait to see Ash now.’ She grinned as she finished up, shutting off the water and beginning to towel off.
******
In Ash’s room…
Ash Ketchum lay on his bed in his jeans and black T shirt, his shoes, jacket and hat lying in various spots in the room. He watched the TV for awhile, but got bored with it. He would have talked with Pikachu, but he was in the Pokemon recovery area along with the rest of his Pokemon in the bed and breakfast, keeping them company.
Ash pulled off his gloves, and chucked them over next to his travel bag. ‘Awww, this is boring. Being a great Pokemon trainer has its drawbacks.’
He sighed from boredom, his thoughts starting to wonder. As thoughts go, they were really rather aimless for a good while, but after a few minutes, they turned to past memories. All the adventures he’d had with Brock and Misty, and now it just being him and Misty. His thoughts focused in on just Misty, remembering all the things she’d said to him…and all the smackings he’d gotten. Yet…he didn’t quite understand why she hadn’t been acting quite the same since Brock left. Once, she grabbed his hand, and while she let go quickly, for the first time he had felt a slight jolt of electricity go through him…much like when Pikachu sometimes shocked him, but more pleasant.
He flushed slightly at the memory, not used to such things. He was a young boy still, but things like that had been creeping up on him every so often. He felt a stirring between his legs, something else that had been creeping up on him every so often.
‘Awww….not now.’ He muttered, feeling his boyhood stiffen slightly. ‘Why did it do that?’ He asked aloud, leaning upwards to gaze down at his pants, which bulged only slightly. He put his hand on it to try to push it back down, but it only got harder. It also felt kinda good. ‘Wow…I didn’t know it did that.’
Ash Ketchum never was accused of being bright….
****
Misty slipped on a robe the place offered, finding it to be a bit small. It hugged hung just above her knees, hugging her hips. As she closed it, she found it barely covered her chest, exposing a generous portion of her beautiful cleavage. Her skin had a glow about it. She smiled coyly as she gazed into the mirror, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, and slipped out into the hallway.
Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from anticipation and excitement. ‘Ok Ash…here I come.’ She whispered as she reached a slender hand to the doorknob.
*******
His door opened as he gazed at his slight hardon, causing him to look up in curiosity. He completely forgot where his hand was, or what it was covering. A long and slender leg slipped in, followed by a stunningly beautiful woman in a too short robe. She closed the door and leaned against it, gazing at Ash.
‘Hello Ash.’ The woman said in a seductive voice. Ash blinked from confusion. How did she know his name? And why was she in here?
‘Uh..hi miss. Is there something wrong?’ His eyes looked her over, thinking she looked strangely familiar.
She smiled, lowering her head slightly. A couple locks of hair slipped down, framing her cute face. She gazed at him with dark green eyes, and saw something smoking in them. It reached out and touched him deep within himself, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
Under his hand he could feel his boyhood stiffen again, only this time it was much harder then he’d ever felt it get before.
Her gaze glanced down at his hand, noticing where it was hanging, and her smile grew. ‘Oooh…do you have a problem?’ She asked silkily, gliding over towards his bed.
‘Uh…no.’ He spit out, feeling his heart start to race.
‘I think you do. Maybe I can help.’ She said, winking once. She stood right in front of where he stood, and grasped his hands. He gasped slightly, feeling something prickle his skin. It went away quickly, but it left his hands warm.
Now his little hardon was impossible to miss, but his gaze was locked on her cleavage. She pulled his hands to the sash holding her robe closed, and let go when his fingers wrapped around it.
‘Pull baby.’ She said, her arms rubbing his. He found the touch electrifying, and before he knew it, he had obeyed, pulling the sash off. The robe opened, exposing her breasts, stomach and private area.
Mistys?? body felt hot. She could feel her nipples swell, aching to be touched. She reached out and pulled Ash up to his knees, and whispered, ‘Take it off of me. I want you to see all of me.’
His eyes were glued to her breasts. Perfect, supple, looking good enough too…
He shook his head a second, keeping his eyes closed. ‘Uh miss…we really shouldn’t be doing this…’
He felt something brush his boyhood through his pants, and his eyes opened up again. In his face was hers. He could feel her breath on his face…she was breathing hard. He found his own breath to be a bit ragged, and for reasons unknown, he reached out uncertaintly to her robe, slipping it off her slender shoulders.
She moaned slightly, feeling his hands brush her shoulders. ‘Oh yea…do you like what you see?’ She pulled back and spun around slightly.
‘Ah…ye….yes.’ He finally said, rubbing his hands. They felt really warm, and the warmth seemed to be spreading up his arms. He didn’t understand why he was acting this way, but in her presence, reason just seemed to melt away.
She reached out to him. ‘Take me baby.’ She said in a sultry voice.
He got off the bed and reached around her waist, pulling her close. His face became planted right in the valley between her breasts, and he could feel her moan deep in her throat when he kissed, not noticing the tingle in his face and the warmth.
She picked him up and put him back on the bed, laying him down on his back as she sat on his lap, rubbing against his straining boyhood in his pants.
He moaned, feeling very hot. He could feel something growing within him…his desire, and his hands reached out on their own accord to cup her breasts and tease the nipples. She gasped at the pleasure. ‘Yes…just like that.’
His hands kept rubbing as he sat up, looking at her perfect breasts. He squirmed slightly, feeling his shirt and pants felt a little tight, but ignored it, too wrapped up in what he was doing.
‘It looks so beautiful…’ He said as if hypnotized.
‘Thank you.’ She replyed, cupping his head and pulling it towards an inviting nipple.
His mouth closed on it, and his hands reached around her back, starting to feel as if he was becoming more powerful. His boyhood was painful now, harder than anything he’d felt before. She moaned his name as he suckled, neither of them noticing how much tighter both his shirt and pants where.
His shirt had pulled out of his pants as he gained height, his chest expanding and bulking up. His thighs swelled as the muscles grew, gaining bulk and power. His arms first became toned, then also gained bulk slowly, the cuffs of the arms on the shirt stretching with the growth. His face became more mature as he suckled, his hair grew longer.
She reached down between his legs, and unsnapped his pants. He moaned in relief as his boyhood pushed out, tenting his too tight briefs. His pants unzipped by itself as she started to yank in desperation on his pants, until he was down to his briefs and T shirt.
‘Wow…you’re much bigger than I thought.’ She said, watching it throb. He only growled slightly as he pulled her to him, his confidence and desire growing with him. She let herself get pulled, and took his mouth roughly.
He still grew as they kissed and fondled. Hairs started to grow on his thickening legs, and curls of hair started to slip out from under his briefs which had started to tear from his thickening cock’s pressure. She rubbed herself on it, wanting more, pushing him down on his back.
Her hands pressed against his expanding and much stronger chest, reveling in the feel of the hard rippling muscles forming. A quick rip and his cock became free, a thick nest of hair at the base.
Without thinking, Misty impaled herself on it, and both moaned loudly. She started to move, a sheen of sweat covering her body, her breasts bouncing slightly. His much larger hands cupped them, pressing them together as he suckled. His face became rougher as a young 5 o’clock shadow appeared. She moaned louder as his cock grew more, filling her completely.
‘Yes…yes Ash…God this feels so good!’ She cried, her hands moving all over his broad back. His shirt finally gave up, splitting right at his pectorals and arms. She gasped, and quickly reached down to suckle on one of his hard nipples.
Huskily he groaned, feeling his balls tighten as her movements became more frantic, and he began to thrust as well. Pressing her thighs together Misty seemed to milk him, pushing him to the edge.
‘God yes, god yes, yes, yes, yes.’ She moaned in time with their movements as he only grunted. ‘Yes, fuck me, be my trainer Ash Ketchum!’
‘Yes Misty!’ Ash cried out in a deep baritone voice as he thrust harder, his balls extra tight. In moments both of them cried out in climax, and he could feel his cock pump his seed deep in her. Sweat poured down their bodies as they seemed to become one in their moment of pure pleasure, time standing still.
Then time sped back up, and they both fell over, Misty lying on top of Ash, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
Many hours later, he awoke, and gazed down at the beauty next to him. He didn’t know when he figured out it was Misty, but quite frankly, he didn’t care. She slept peacefully, her mouth slightly smiling in happiness.
‘Well, guess it wasn’t as boring tonight as I thought.’
The effects of the strange flying Pokemon did go away, and they awoke the next morning back to normal…but that’s another story altogether.
The End?