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Trips to the pokemon center were always bittersweet for AnpuRa. The place where everlasting friendships were made between pokemon and their owners was also the place where many unfortunate souls were left to wait for their turn, if it ever came. Locked behind iron cages like prisoners, the smaller ones were forced to eat and drink out of bowls while the larger, more evolved pokemon ate off of stainless steel counters. By no means did the people who ran the center choose to leave them in such squalor. Thin budgets and short staffing left them with few options. AnpuRa did everything he could to help them, from donating money to volunteering.

Today, however, he was helping in another way. He was here to adopt. His tremendous anubis frame wandered down the tight concrete corridor where he would come to the holding cages. AnpuRa was an enormous man, both in height and especially in girth. His shoulders made up most of the hallway's width. Black fur covered his explosive muscles, the sinews of which seemed ready to tear through the skin with his every flex. A mane of dark gray fur erupted around his collar and fell down his back. His shredded abdomen was a softer white color, standing in contrast to the dark black flanking it. Pecs the size of seat cushions and biceps akin to boulders flexed as he walked. He had legs just as muscular, both of them run through with branches of veins like forks of lightning. His hand and feet paws were all enormous, tipped by what looked not like claws but small scythes. Out of place amongst his intimidating physique was a kind face and shaggy beard. A row of spiky black hair sat between his long, pointed ears whose insides were plated with gold. He had shiny red eyes and a genial smile that sprouted two short fangs.

He made it to the door leading to the cages. While he towered above it like a monolith of muscle, capable of ripping it off the hinges with his bare paws, he felt like he stood in front of a giant barrier. Behind that door would be a dozen or so pokemon he would have to look in the eye and ultimately reject. For that one pokemon he would save, there would be several more whose dreams would be deferred. He sighed. This isn't going to be easy. His fist closed around the cold brass knob and turned it. Swinging it open, he stepped into the next corridor.

What it triggered was a storm of clamor and crying. He heard the mass shuffle of feet as a dozen pokemon got up from their cots and sprinted for their cage bars. Arms thick and thin sprouted from into the corridor like spikes from a trap wall. With them came snouts and faces, each one squeezing for a good look at the newcomer. The closest, a mightyena, sneaked a peek at him through the bars and saw that he was a visitor. His eyes lit up. "Hey! Mister! Here to adopt someone?" he asked. His voice sounded young. AnpuRa didn't think he was out of his teens.

AnpuRa closed the door behind him. He wanted nothing more than to ignore the kid but thought it uncouth. "Yeah. I am."

The mightyena flashed a smile. "Well, pick me, then! I'll fight for ya! I'll be your friend! Whatever you want!" His pleas were joined by a chorus of others.

"Over here!"

"Me! Pick me!"

"I'll do you good!"

"Over here, big guy!"

"I'll be your friend!"

AnpuRa could do nothing more than continue down the hallway and peer into those decrepit cages. A look into their occupant's eyes couldn't be borne more than a fleeting second. He saw angry kids, bitter teens, and desperate young adults. They would watch him approach, widen their eyes with hope, make their plea, then promptly deflate once he walked past. He could only imagine their disappointment. Each one he walked past was a dagger to his heart. Knowing that he was incapable of raising pokemon who had been failed so often felt like weakness on his part. He would fail them too, as would an unknown number of people in the future.

Towards the end of the hallway, he came to a stop. On his right was the very last cage, around the corner from a door labeled with an exit sign. In it was a tiny growlithe, still on her fours, huddled up to the wall with the top of her head flat against the rising concrete. The spikey white fur sprouting from her head and chest was dirty and matted. What should've been proud orange fur decked with stripes was greasy and flat. She was alone except for a pair of stainless steel bowls, a pee pad, and a ratty dog mat. She didn't notice AnpuRa as he came to stop and stood in front of her cage doors. He watched her for several moments, waiting for her to do something. She didn't, instead remaining in that miserable sulk.

He rapped his knuckle on a steel bar. Clang clang. She didn't flinch. "Hey there, what's your name?" Behind him was a collective groan of pokemon who realized that their chances of being adopted had officially vanished.

The growlithe twisted her head on the concrete wall to look at him with one sad, blue eye. She shook her head 'no'.

"You don't wanna tell me?" he asked.

"No," she murmured. Her voice was hardly over a whisper. "I mean I don't have one."

"Oh." AnpuRa's ears drooped. Every moment he looked her in the eye was a claw of agony through his chest. "What do they call you here?"

She shrugged. "Just 'growlithe'. That's what I am."

"I see that. You're a very pretty one"

"Thanks." If she accepted his compliment, she didn't agree.

AnpuRa fell into a squat. "You want out of this pokemon center?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Knowing that every other pokemon in there was listening, the next question was going to be difficult to ask. "Want me to take you home?"

The single eye she looked at him bloomed to life. "Yeah." Her voice had risen to a volume she hadn't mustered in weeks. Still, there lingered a great sense of doubt out of bleak pessimism.

AnpuRa helped settle it with a soft smile. "Well then, I think I might just do that."

She kept her expression as it was, but she was betrayed by her rapidly wagging tail. Her whole body shook with it. "OK. OK. Um..." Her eye darted at the cage lock.

He stood up. "Don't you worry. I'll be right back with someone to let you out. Don't go anywhere, OK?" he said playfully.

For the first time since he laid eyes on her she smiled. Her tail wagged even harder. "I won't. I promise."

He nodded his head. "Alright. I'll be right back." He went back down the hallway to the front desk. There was some level of anxiety as he felt so many dejected eyes follow him. He braced for a slur or a biting accusation, even a wad of spit. Nothing came. There was only a dreadful blanket of silence that hung on him heavier than any lead weight.

He made it to the front desk and told the nurse that he had found a pokemon to adopt. She picked up the keys and led him back down the hallway to the growlithe's cage. The moment she saw AnpuRa back in front of her bars she leapt away from the wall and began bouncing back and forth across the concrete floor, yipping wildly and flinging her tail. Her formally shadowy blue eyes now sparkled with joy. "You're back! You're back! You're back!" she hollered.

AnpuRa's heart flourished. "I am! I am! I told you I'd be back!"

She sat on her haunches, lolling her tongue out and panting. "I know, but... I thought you might've been lying."

AnpuRa squatted again. The nurse unlocked the cage and swung it open, breaking the barrier between him and the freed pokemon. "Don't worry. So long as we're friends, I'll never lie to you."

The growlithe's tail stopped wagging. She stood on her feet, then launched herself forward into AnpuRa's chest, nearly knocking him backwards. She buried her face into his chest, crying loudly. "Thank yoooooouuuuuuu!"

AnpuRa hugged her tightly and nuzzled the white fluff sprouting from her neck. He patted her back. "You're welcome, sweetheart. You're welcome."

The growlithe sat next to AnpuRa's ankles while he sat down in the lobby and filled out the lengthy adoption papers. She remained quiet but could not help the steady thwack of her tail against his shoe. He didn't mind. It was an added incentive to hurry things up and get her the hell out of there. At last came the time to name her. He thought it was important for her to come up with her own name given her newfound freedom. It wasn't something she had ever thought about too deeply. After being alone for so long, she had come to the conclusion that she would forever be just "growlithe". AnpuRa put forward some name suggestions, one of which was Blaze.

Her eyes lit up at the sound of it. "Blaze! I wanna be Blaze!"

And so it was settled. The name Blaze was printed on the adoption paper next to her ink paw print and AnpuRa's signature. It was official. Blaze was free. Before they left, AnpuRa donated several thousnd dollars to the center. He may not have adopted the other pokemon, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to help them. Blaze spent the car ride home with her head out the window, completely enraptured by the world whizzing past her. The breeze on her face was intoxicating. She would snap her jaws at it and let her fleshy pink tongue flap out, whipping slaver behind her. AnpuRa had trouble keeping his eyes on the road and not her, she was so adorable.

Once they made it home Blaze made a mad dash for the backyard and sprinted through it back and forth. Only when she had burnt just about all of her energy did she come inside where AnpuRa showed her around. She was awed into silence by his spacious abode, one that was decorated with ancient Egyptian artifacts, some of which were magical. But before he could tell her about any of them, she needed to take a bath, badly. He ran the kitchen sink and plopped her inside of it. He lathered her with shampoo, getting rid of that awful dirt and grime. She squirmed and splashed inside of the steaming froth, grateful to feel the luxury of warm water for the first time in so long. When they were done, she had the splendor of her coat back. Her fur was back to a neon orange. The white mane around her neck was at full floof, glowing in the sunlight.

AnpuRa fed her a fat juicy steak that he put in a bowl. She scarfed it down greedily, leaving her lips stained red. It felt like an anvil had settled in her stomach when she was done. She sat down and looked up at him, wagging her tail and beaming brightly. "Thanks! I'm stuffed."

"I see!" He was on one knee in front of her, secretly hoping that he wouldn't run out of his steak supply too soon. "There's more of that in the future. Don't worry."

"Awesome." She looked up and down his hellacious frame. "Is that how you got so big? Eating big steaks?"

He chuckled and flexed his bicep. "They helped, for sure, but I also eat lots of protein-rich foods and work really hard. I'll show you my work out room if you want."

"Oh." Her eyes remained whimsically locked with his bulging arm knot. "I wish I was big and strong like you. Maybe one day, if I evolve."

AnpuRa fought a smile. Dammit. I can't wait any longer. "Funny you say that. I have something just for you. Wait right here."

She nodded emphatically. "OK!"

He stood up and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Coming back down the steps he carried what looked like a small wooden jewelry box. Blaze eyed it curiously as he came up to her and knelt back down. He held the box gingerly, careful not to drop it. "I've been saving this for the day I adopted a fire pokemon. I was going to give it to you for Christmas or a year from now on today's anniversary, but I can't hold it from you any longer. You deserve it now." He unlatched the lid and opened it.

The inner lining was made of plush red velvet. The bottom was padded, carrying a very special item. Sparkling fiercely as the light struck it was a firestone. Its facets were random and jagged, forming altogether what was an obelisk shape. The stone itself was translucent like quartz, but at its center was a bright flame. It was suspended in time and shape, an encapsulation of powerful potential.

It flickered over Blaze's eyes like a crystal sheen. Her breath caught in her lungs. Every muscle, including her tail, came to a standstill. The day had already been the best of her life. It was impossible that it could get any better. What AnpuRa was showing her had to have been fake. There was no way. Stuff like this didn't happen to her. Then she remembered his promise: I'll never lie to you. AnpuRa came back after he said he would and took her to her new home. This man wasn't a liar. The treasure laid out before her was very real.

AnpuRa delicately plucked the stone from its cushion and held it between his thumb and index claws. It glinted in the sunlight through the windows, flashing both of their eyes and making them wince. "I bought it a while ago. Didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to use it. Now I can, and nothing makes me happier knowing it's gonna be on you."

Blaze was still in shock. She gulped. "Thank you..." she muttered.

His ears perked as he smiled. "You're welcome." He carefully placed the stone down on the hardwood floor in between them. He stood up and backed away. "Have at it."

Blaze just stared at it for some time, still in the middle of processing that what was going on was real. AnpuRa waited patiently, aware that this was a lot to take in all at once. Blaze gathered her courage and took the first step forward. Her gaze remained locked with the stone, as if in a trance. She crossed her eyes as she got closer. The fur of her mane fluffed out with excitement. She came to a stop just short of the stone, just by an inch or two. For a moment AnpuRa thought she would change her mind and fall back. He was already formulating what to say to her if she did when she took that final step and tapped her nose to the stone.

The reaction was immediate. The stone was flushed by a sudden white light, one that illuminated the entire living room with a blinding glow. AnpuRa squinted and shielded his eyes. Blaze jerked backwards, but not in time to prevent the light from assimilating her. Her radiant orange fur disappeared beneath a blanket of light. From her nose to her tail she disappeared, changing from her growlithe shape into a perfect sphere. A thrum like an activated generator rang through the living room. Wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... The sphere shrank, began to expand, then shrank again. The wrrring grew louder. AnpuRa watched through the crack in his fingers, too entranced to look away completely. Three more times the light contracted and swelled before finally it swelled upwards into a shape AnpuRa recognized as a person's.

The sphere of light shrank into the body's silhouette, first revealing her head, then her arms, shoulders, and legs. The corona retreated, showing the first bits of orange and white color. AnpuRa lowered his paw and watched as the evolution finally came to a close, revealing Blaze in her new arcanine body. Zip! The light imploded around her core into nothing. The firestone was still on the floor where she had left it, now black like a lump of coal.

Towering above it was Blaze, no longer resigned to her four legs, but two. Once the light dissipated, she took a good look at herself. Holding up her new arm she saw forearms lined with sinewy muscle and tendons. Her hand-paws were enormous, lined with white fur and tipped by giant claws. Her biceps were even larger, looking like she was smuggling footballs inside of her upper arms. Between them was an expansive bosom, one that prevented her view of the floor. A forest of white floof bloomed around it, continuing around her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form an even more glorious mane than before. Her terrific athleticism continued down her rigid abdomen and explosive hips. A look down her back revealed a majestic white tail and pompous glutes. The legs coming down from them were just as toned.

AnpuRa was struck by it all. He knew the change would be radical, but nothing to this degree. She wanted to have a body like his, and with just a single touch of a stone she got it. She may not have been on quite his level of muscular hyperbole, but the fact that she pretty much did nothing to acquire it made him kind of jealous. In spite of it all, she still had that same adorable face as when she was a growlithe, one that was currently alight with wonder as she gazed at herself. AnpuRa didn't blame her.

She looked up at him and ignited a toothy smile. She rocketed forward and slammed square into his chest for another hug. This time she really did knock him back a few steps. "Oh I love it I love it I love it!" she squealed. Her voice sounded much older.

"Whoah! Haha! I do too!"

She looked up at him from his chest. If she squeezed him any harder his ribs were liable to crack. Her eyes were glossed with tears. "Thank you so much. It's all I ever wanted."

He patted her head. "I'm happy for you. Now we just need to get you some clothes."

She looked down her back at her butt. "Oh yeah. People wear clothes, don't they?"

"They do. Don't worry. I can get some sweatpants and shirts from upstairs you can put on. They'll be a bit big on you, but it's better than nothing."

She let go of him, wagging her tail. "OK! I'll wait down here."

He went upstairs and grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt. They were his size, so when she put them on, they were going to be pretty baggy. He made a mental note to go shopping later that day or in the future. He came back downstairs with the clothes draped over his arm. He saw her, then frowned. She looked... different? Somehow her muscles looked even more defined, like her skin had shrunk around them. He got closer and saw that the top of her head came up to his chin now. When they had hugged her head was chest level. Her bosom seemed a few notches bigger too. Weird.

He gave her the clothes which she spent a few awkward moments trying to put on. Far from being baggy, they clung to her form nearly as well as they would have his. She saw him frowning at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just thought they were a few sizes bigger than that." He shrugged. "Probably shrank in the wash, I guess."

A look of discomfort twisted her face as she kneaded her breasts. "They are a little tight. Can we go get bigger ones?"

"Yeah. We can." Noticed a gap in the bottom of her sweatshirt and the top of the pants, showing off about an inch of her trunk. Was that there a few seconds ago? Wait a second. He narrowed his eyes and focused on it more closely. Was the gap getting bigger? There's no way.

Blaze saw him staring and tried looking for herself. The problem was that her breasts were too big to peer over. The pressure on them felt like it was getting worse. The waistband of her pants was digging into her skin. Her tail was poking out of a small port in the backside. The top of the port was starting to strangle the root. She thought she heard a thread snap. "Um, can I take these off?" she asked. The concern was apparent in her voice.

AnpuRa was beginning to feel the same way. She was taller than him now. He saw the crest of her white hair rise up against the backdrop of the wall behind her. The gap between the shirt and pants was now big enough to reveal her navel and the top fringe of her pubes. His heart plummeted once he heard a dry ripping sound.

Riiiiiiiiiip!

Blaze's traps blew out the seam running down the sweatshirt's shoulders. Black-striped, orange fur revealed itself, now bloated with even more muscle than before. The pants followed right afterwards, splitting down their sides. Tattered fabric and loose threads spilled down her gigantic frame, now a full tier bigger than AnpRa's.

Her arms had grown huge, both in wingspan and in girth. What had been football sized biceps were now the size of boulders. She had traps the size of couch cushions and legs the width of barrels. Pecs the size of large doggy beds were hidden behind breasts bigger than beach balls. The last vestiges of the clothes she had been wearing drifted to the hardwood floor where feet the size of refrigerator doors began sinking into the hardwood. Her terrified eyes met AnpuRa's once the top of her head collided with the ceiling. "Wh-What's happening???"

AnpuRa didn't know, but he had to do something. "Come on! Outside!" He sprinted to the door, arms and legs pumping, and crashed the door out of its frame with a blow from his shoulder. It clattered down the front porch in a shower of glass and wood fragments. The gap it left behind wasn't nearly big enough, but they had to try. He waved her over. "Come on!"

She made it one step. The floor groaned its protest, then cracked into a crater around her foot. A sound like an oak slamming to the earth blew through the living room as her leg plummeted into the basement to the knee. "No!" she screamed. She tried pushing herself free, only to penetrate her other foot through the floor just as deep and forming a ring of shattered wood around her waist. The wood continued to snap and splinter apart as her breadth expanded. As quickly as her height had depleted from sinking into the floor it had replenished and pressed her scalp into the ceiling, making her head bow forward.

The ceiling crumbled around her head and shoulders, spilling out a rain of drywall, wood, and insulation. Her look of terror disappeared as she penetrated the second floor. The bottom of her pelvis rose from the basement as her titanic bosom blew out another enormous section of the ceiling. Powerless, AnpuRa sprinted out of the house and to the front yard. The sounds of his house being destroyed were like a distant earthquake, one that thundered forwards as more and more meters were stacked onto her height. Finally, his shingled roof gave birth to her head, now the size of a minivan. Her shoulders came next, then her upper arms. She darted her eyes around the destruction around her until she spotted AnpuRa. "It won't stop!" she screamed. Her voice was like a booming echo that rattled the trees and spooked whatever birds remained.

He couldn't stop her growth, but he wasn't about to let her go through it on her own. He sprinted up to the front porch which was on the verge of collapsing. He bent his knees, swung his arms up, then launched himself towards the roof in a single leap. He grabbed the edge and pulled himself up to his feet. At the same time Blaze's breasts were breaking out of the roof, completely ruining what was left of the house's integrity. As the timber and shingles disintegrated beneath his feet, AnpuRa leapt onto the top slope of her bosom.

WHOOOOOOSH!

A terrific calamity of dust and rubble. A shockwave rippled away from what had been AnpuRa's house and plastered the surrounding lawn. AnpuRa clung to her chest fluff with one claw and dared to look back. He couldn't see down thanks to the size of her breasts, now an entire stage of soft furry flesh, but from the shrinking treetops and houses he could tell they were already high up, at least 70 feet and growing.

There came a loud sob. "I'm sorry. Oh God... I'm so sorry." He turned and saw Blaze's grieving face.

He patted her chest and shushed her. "Shhhhhhhhhhh it's OK! Are you hurt?"

When she sniffled it felt like AnpuRa had his face in front of a vacuum. "No." She looked down at herself. "I'm a monster."

"Noooooooooo. Stop it. Look at me." She kept her eyes on her gargantuan form, now completely drenched in muscle. "I said look at me!" Her eyes met his reluctantly. "It's OK. I don't care as long as you aren't hurt. A house is just a house." He patted her fur, which was now the length of his paw. "I still love you."

More tears welled in her eyes but with them was a crumpled smile. "I love you too."

He gave her an affirmative rub. "Alright. Let's see how big you've gotten." He got into the prone position and very carefully turned himself towards the edge of her breast. With his head laid flat to her body he could hear her insides creaking and groaning with every added meter. He very slowly inched his way to the edge and peered down. Blaze was way past 70 feet now. It was more like 100 or 120, and she was still growing. A shiver of fear buzzed his flesh. He was a brave man, but even he was still prone to acrophobia. He quickly scooted to her cleavage and nestled inside of it. "Well, looks like you've grown a few inches!" he kidded. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take care of it some way or another." He gave another pat to her chest fur. "I don't care if you crush the whole world. I still love you. I always will."

His voice was growing more distant, but she could still hear him. Her tail wagged behind her, creating a tornado gust of wind and felling several trees. She laid her truck-sized paw over him like a blanket. "I love you too."

While they affirmed their love for each other the neighborhood around them was evacuated. People from over a mile away spotted Blaze's mountainous height sprouting from the horizon, first as just a head, then a full-fledged silhouette. Flying birds had to turn around or peel out of the way. Pilots flying overhead were thoroughly distracted. Her height was not the only thing that grew. Muscles continued to swell out from her limbs and trunk, each one rippled with sinew and webbed by veins. She surpassed AnpuRa in proportion. Her growing weight sank her feet into the soil, down to the crackling bedrock. A bosom like Mount Rushmore burst out of her chest. Black nipples with a diameter greater than AnpuRa's height stood at their apexes.

AnpuRa heard the whir of a helicopter. It circled around Blaze's head. He laid back and relaxed like he was in a field of grass. He gave the helicopter a wave as he saw it circle overhead. The shocked pilot waved back.

"Are they gonna hurt us?" Blaze asked. Her booming voice made the helicopter stutter in the air and fight to regain balance.

"No. Don't worry about them. They're just curious." AnpuRa said.

Blaze tried looking down at him. He was too deep in her cleavage to get a good look. "What?"

He cupped his paws around his maw. "I said don't worry about them! They're just curious!"

"Oh! OK!"

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

And so they would continue to love each other even as Blaze continued to grow grow and grow. Her head penetrated the clouds. She was no longer a part of the horizon but something that obscured it. The neighborhood she grew out of, fortunately abandoned, lost more houses as her heels and toes scraped them into nothing but boards and bricks. The nearby airport had to cancel all flights. Every camera in the county was aimed at her. News stations across the world broadcasted her. None of them were aware of the lone anubis clung to her cleavage, shouting his love up at her. She couldn't understand most of what he was saying but got the message through and through. He still loved her and wanted her to grow as much as her heart desired.

And grow she did, towering over the clouds and making the view of the earth become nothing more than a mosaic of green patches. She surpassed the Burj Khalifa, Vesuvius, then the Matterhorn. The air grew cold, the earth grew small, AnpuRa became nothing more than a speck of black whose body sank into the soft white Amazon that had become her mane. Still she grew, and still he loved her, promising to never stop so long as they were together.

THE END