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Nostalgia is a hell of a thing; one moment a person is minding their own business when something abruptly takes them back to their childhood, reliving years gone past from a whole new perspective.

Such is the case with Josh, a bespectacled man who, upon stumbling onto his 3DS buried under a mountain of papers in his room, flicked it on to see that it still had power in spite of not being plugged in for some time. It'd been ages since he sat down with the device. Whatever he was in the midst of got pushed to the back of his mind, his focus having shifted.

A smile lit up his face when the screen turned on, memories of long nights of gaming flooding back to him as the familiar icons danced in front of him. What should he try first? While several options tempted him, he always liked to check the store to see what was available. Sadly he discovered the online capabilities of the handheld console had been shut down in his time away from it, but he had more than enough games at his disposal both physically and downloaded to choose between.

Like the game currently slotted in - Pokémon X.

Excited tingles raced through him as he selected through to the game, not sure where exactly he left himself off at, but eager to find out. The name of the area popped up on the screen - helpful given how long it's been since he'd played - but the gears in his head still turned as he attempted to figure out what he was in the middle of. Maybe it'd help if he checked out his Pokémon.

He was glad he did as, right at the top of his party, was his pride and joy, a Level 100 Greninja affectionately nicknamed Ninjie. His previous plans might be indecipherable at that moment, but there were other things he knew he could do instead.

Loading up Pokémon Amie greeted him with the sight of his beloved starter, who was also happy to see him. Everything he used to do back in the day he could do again, from feeding the Greninja treats to petting along that froggish body. It'd been too long since he'd gotten the chance to do this.

Playing with the Pokémon brought back pleasant memories of years past when he spent the time training his team, taking them all over the region in search of glory. He honed his roster of favourites through many battles, overcoming powerful opponents in the quest to be the absolute best there was. It might've just been a video game, but it was real enough to him.

While Josh was having a blast with his past, he knew there were things he needed to take care of in the present day that were more important to get to, if only slightly. As much as he wanted to continue, he shut down the game and closed his 3DS, ready to get back to work with a sigh.

That _was_until he felt a jolt come from his hand, causing him to drop the gadget on his bed in shock. What was that? Where did that come from? Was his console somehow faulty and he never noticed, or was that due to age? All sorts of questions swam through his mind, though the predominant thought that rattled around his brain was regarding the tingling sensation in his hand. He'd never been electrocuted before and was thankful he wasn't harmed.

That didn't mean he was in the clear, however. He barely had time to process what had happened before an alien sensation overtook him. Something felt... wrong, but his head wasn't in the right place to understand what. Disoriented but still conscious, all he knew was he itched worse than ever before, but deep enough into his skin so as to make the only course of reprieve piercing his flesh. He wanted to avoid that if he could.

But the feeling persisted even while coming back to reality. A few blinks were needed to unblur his vision, centring his being as he regained his bearings. A mental once-over revealed nothing out of the ordinary, yet that didn't assuage his nerves. What was going on?

Nothing came to him no matter how long he thought about it, however, that didn't mean he wouldn't get answered.

Out of nowhere the sensation concentrated on his head, though around his mouth in particular. He could neither fathom the reason why or how, but could perceive his tongue throbbing with every pulse of his heart beat. His best guess was that the sudden zap messed with his sense of self, but with nothing concrete he--

His head lurched forward, his eyes wide as saucers from the involuntary act. Panic set in as he attempted to register what could've caused it, only to be met with the sight of his tongue pushing past his lips, longer than his forearm, and far thicker than it was supposed to be. The sensation was foreign and his brain almost believed he was hallucinating, but the signals coming back from the appendage immediately communicated how real it actually was.

It was as if his tongue had a mind of its own. Without his direction, it began the process of wrapping around his neck, tightly into a slimy knot. To his surprise it didn't hurt at all in spite of how abnormal the situation had become; in fact, having his tongue fashioned into a grotesque scarf felt rather... natural, regardless of how unbelievable that sounded.

But he knew how preposterous that was. He was human, his body parts didn't work like that. His heart nearly beat out of his chest.

Not helping matters was the bizarre feeling spreading across his face, contorting his head away from its usual shape into something more animalistic. His fingers were the only means of conveying the event to his brain as he had nothing to view himself with, and he didn't like what he felt.

His digits still touched skin, but it was unlike what he was meant to have - too moist, too amphibious. That word rattled around in his head, fraying his nerves. He still had no explanation as to why this was happening to him.

By now Josh was in hysterics, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose flying off as his face pushed out into a muzzle, though not quite one found on a traditional pet. Every part of his being rang alarm bells as the changes continued, yet he couldn't help but feel a level of familiarity in his transformation.

That's when he saw his hands. Two of his fingers had been lost on each somehow, and the ones that remained gained an azure, bulbous tip, sensitive to the touch. Just as shocking were the fleshy webs that spanned between each digit, with him by some means realizing they were meant for treading water.

Remarkably the loss of his spectacles didn't hinder him in any capacity, able to see without them in spite of needing them for years. Compounding that with the other alterations didn't appease him any, only adding to the mystery of his sudden affliction, the cause of which still lost on him.

But his body...

Something about the particular shapes of each part activated his brain. And the colour... Why blue? What he was turning into wasn't anything from his world, but that didn't mean he didn't recognize it. The problem came with it being mixed with the still-human elements of his form, meaning it wasn't quite discernable enough for him. Slowly, surely, however, the picture in his brain became more distinct, easier to piece together...

He gasped. "Gre--" His fingers curled as he looked at them. "Greninja. I'm turning into Greninja!"

The revelation didn't placate the tension in his form, instead multiplying it; transforming into a fictional creature was only something possible in fictional settings, not the real world!

Bluish, frog-like skin continued to dominate his own, traveling to his torso, unable to view the changes taking place beneath his shirt. While he couldn't see it, he could definitely feel the difference when his new flesh brushed against his clothing.

Except it was doing more than merely grazing his top, rather actively pressing against it. He didn't have an explanation for it until his gaze dropped to his chest, his jaw falling agape. Somehow, as a result of whatever forced this transformation on him in the first place, his body was not only shifting its form, but also gaining muscle as if out of thin air.

A hesitant touch confirmed what his eyes reported - beef was piling on his frame, and at an astonishing rate to boot. He tried his damndest to come up with a rational reason behind why his body was blimping up like a bodybuilder, but with him literally turning into a Pokémon it didn't seem like the biggest deal to face.

In fact, he kind of liked it.

Yeah, that actually felt nice! Josh was surprised at his abrupt turnaround, but he couldn't deny the pleasurable sensation of getting bigger like that. Becoming a Greninja, that was one thing, but putting on muscle mass as if being connected to an air compressor? It soothed his body too much to make him regard it as anything other than good.

His hands were naturally drawn to his newfound beef, groping at it beneath the straining fabric of his top. Every pulse of his heart beat was noted as his chest filled his palms, unable to hold both of his burgeoning pectorals at once. The discovery coaxed a happy groan from his throat, one that grew louder as his torso did.

That wasn't to say the rest of his attire fared any better. Pants that had natural bagginess to them quickly filled up with densely-packed bulk, cramming each leg full to the point that the material now had to stretch to accommodate him.

Tears formed along the seams of his clothing, his shoulders widening too far for his shirt to bear, while his sweats were well on their way to giving up the ghost. Delicious blue heft showed through the shredding fabric, forcing him to become a powerhouse of an amphibian as his growth did anything but abate. Not that he wanted it to, of course, as getting huge felt way too damn good to stop now.

The basket of his pants gave way as another development showed its head - his genitals positively surged with added size. He couldn't have predicted the transformation take that sort of turn, but with everything else happening around him he didn't think it was really all that out of the ordinary. After all, if he was going to be larger than life, then it was best to be so in every way possible.

If his sweat pants provided little resistance to his expansion, then his boxers contributed even less. His oversized cock punched through both articles of clothing with little effort, already stiff as a board and drooling precum from the tip without any contact. It amazed him that his shaft and balls were about the only things on him that retained any semblance of normalcy, but that could've been ordinary for Pokémon for all he knew. Well, if they were allowed to be sexual beings, of course.

Clearly hypersexual beings, if his growth was any indication, as the prick in his grasp lurched forward, practically doubling in size without trying. The sight left him speechless. This was unbelievable! Not only was he becoming his favourite Pokémon, but also a version suited almost exclusively for sex. He relished in the erotic energy surging through him as his testosterone factories engorged themselves.

He changed his mind - this wasn't just good, it was the best thing that ever could've happened to him.

Josh's groping intensified the more skin he showed, unable to pry his hands away from himself if for some reason he wanted to. He couldn't get enough of his swelling bulk, moans escaping past his lips as he took in as much beef as he could.

His crotch rocket hadn't halted its growth either. Quite the opposite, as it bulged larger in every dimension, hard enough to drill through a wall without much effort. A hand wandered to his titanic tool and gripped it with great force, stroking it from base to tip in perverted glee. He nearly lost himself when he discovered the head of his dick kissed the underside of his bloating pecs, causing his heart to skip a beat. Not a single other being on the planet could claim to have a comparable set of junk. Screw what was normal, he was substituting it with his own reality.

More and more heft filled out his broadening frame, forcing his body to adapt by giving him more places to store it all. It was a bit lost on him until he felt his head brush up against the ceiling. That opened his eyes to the gravity of the situation.

Whatever granted him this incredible gift had gone the extra mile and forced his frame to grow taller, allowing size to easily pile on at a quickening pace. Time was all but a blur to him; he was unsure of how long it'd been since this had started, but he wasn't about to ask it to stop at any point.

He let his head bust through the ceiling, the materials meant to hold it in place no match for his rapid ascension. It amazed him how he barely felt the impact.

And yet his focus was squarely on himself, his fingers continuing to grab at his swollen heft. A chest that jutted out a foot in front of him took up a large portion of the view in front of him, giving him much to grope as it expanded with every breath he took. His other hand went on an adventure, migrating to a region he never really paid much attention to - his ass, for good reason too as his cheeks had become a pair of dimpled globes that could crush whatever was unfortunate enough to be stuck between them.

Josh's house crumbled as he exploded in size, his growth far greater than its meagre walls could handle, rendering it all to a messy pile of debris around him as he stood where it once did. But even that didn't worry him as the knowledge that he was getting even bigger excited him.

He hadn't noticed since pleasure had clouded his brain, but the transformation had finished, leaving him as a fully anthropomorphic Greninja, only one that made a Machoke look puny in both size and proportions. The thought only further fueled his lust for mass, wanting it to endlessly persist, well past what he dreamed was conceivable.

And it did.

Not content with being larger than a house, his form billowed outward, consuming more space around him and nearly sending him hurtling to the ground thanks to a sudden shift in his centre of gravity. Not only was his body trying to make itself as wide as it was tall, but it also strived to match his depth as well. The result was present if one were to look at his torso - both his back and front blimped out by feet, thick with delicious brawn as they made him loom over the landscape.

While not yet as expansive as a mountain range, his back peaked higher than it had any right to, swelling high into the air on his twelve-foot frame. Muscles undulated every which way he moved. The crests of his bulk contrasted greatly with the valleys separating them, the difference between them enormous and still growing. More beef was stuffed under his hide than on everyone working out in every gym in the city combined.

That wasn't to say his pecs were being outdone. Far from it, in fact, as the boulders on his chest cast a massive shadow over the remains of his home, one spreading the more that time ticked on. He reveled in a front that would've towered over his former size, one that had enough weight to drag him to the ground were he not to utilize the strength that came with it.

The rest of him benefited as well, bloating him well into a league of his own. Given the natures of every Pokémon he knew there'd be several who'd want what he had, fighting types especially. Heh, he didn't even have to use any moves to achieve these kinds of gains; Focus Energy, Bulk Up, and Strength were all wholly unnecessary.

In his lust-drunk stupor he failed to realize how high his height was climbing, already an imposing figure compared to the city he used to live in. Buildings quickly looked like toys to him, skyscrapers not as impressive from his new point of view. And the contrast would only continue the taller he got as there seemed to be no slowing him down.

A contented groan rumbled in his throat, his cock dribbling a thin rivulet of pre down his sensitive meatlog. A part of him wanted to just let loose and drain his balls then and there, but another wanted to hold off and wait, see if the experience could be better. What if his ascension halted as soon as he came? No, he needed to know what his limits were, if he had any.

No complaints could be heard coming from Josh as he relished his growth. Higher and higher his form climbed, the tallest structures in the area now dwarfed by his imposing visage. It became difficult to imagine what looking up at him would be like as picturing himself at the size of a regular person was all but a thing of the past now.

The Pokéstud had to shift his stance as his thickening thighs pushed against one another, swallowing up what little room there was between his legs that his sloshing orbs hadn't consumed for themselves. Every jostle rubbed one sensitive patch of flesh with another, coaxing out grunts of approval as his musculature ballooned beyond his control. He was definitely a top-heavy colossus, but that didn't mean he was a slouch below the belt.

That was more than alright with him.

With a happy sigh he gripped his rod - hard as diamond, though more valuable in his eyes - noting the immense length it now possessed, coming up past his stuffed pectorals and into view. As much as he enjoyed the ridiculous growth, it was still an adjustment having a fuckstick comparable with his limbs.

But what _pleasure_it brought! Each touch of his achingly-hard dick sent shivers ripping up his spine and waves of electricity pulsing across his nervous system. He can't remember a time when his tool had been so responsive to his actions, feeling everything he did as he made love to himself. The bulbous tips of his fingers caressed the flesh with increasing desire, no longer being gentle as he discovered how hardy his body had become.

Soaring ever higher he eventually reached the clouds, a fact momentarily lost on him as his need for unending size blinded him to his surroundings. It was surreal! He'd only ever seen pictures from this high up, never actually being there himself until now.

And he wasn't stopping there.

The city he lived in was nothing more than a blotch of activity on the land around him, the buildings barely coming close to his ankles. Having such a lofty vantage point staggered him slightly, his brain unused to processing such a high field of vision, and his foot slid backwards in order to catch himself, toppling a mountain range without realizing. Every step cratered the land thanks to his inconceivable megatonnage.

A city might be impossible for him to regard anymore, but the country at least should've been. And yet that, too, was being outgrown by the Greninja titan, though unknowingly as his focus was squarely on his own ever-burgeoning bulk. Not that anyone could blame him as having that much unbridled power stored inside muscle mass that put Legendary Pokémon to shame.

His beef came with a side-effect, something unexpected yet wholly appreciated - a heady, masculine scent wafting from between the clefts formed from his bloated physique. It wasn't something he normally cared about, but the way the strong odour filled his nostrils overwhelmed him, both from how relentlessly manly it turned out to be, but also by how undeniably him it was as well.

His home country could barely contain him - hell, the entire continent looked pitifully small in comparison. Never before had such a statuesque monument to male virility been erected anywhere on the planet, and he'd unknowingly become the physical embodiment.

One issue that came with his body's unstoppable craving for size is that soon he found himself with little room to himself, his grotesquely massive form unsuitable for inhabiting the planet. So swollen he'd grown that, no matter what his posture was, he'd never fit on the dirt ball he used to call home again. His genitals alone prohibited that as each of his over-productive cum tanks found themselves more engorged with potent spunk than there was water on Earth.

Not that that was much of a problem for Josh as his immensity meant the marble was nothing more than a speck when contrasted against him, and continually getting smaller. His musculature proved to be too much for thousands of tons of rock and ocean to compete with, but his innate hunger for endless expansion soon added other celestial bodies to the pile. Most other planets were even tinier than he was, but even the biggest gas giants met their match when his bulk forced him to usurp their spot in the solar system.

And he couldn't be happier with the outcome! A lust-drunk moan slipped past his lips as he redoubled his efforts in satisfying himself, having so much more of himself to fondle. Pecs the size of asteroids were things he could only _dream_of, and now they were right on the cusp of overtaking the sun in mass. So much delicious beef had been crammed onto his creaking, constantly widening frame that he couldn't get enough of, to the point that his hands could barely reach it all.

The sheer magnitude of his being could be felt in other ways at least as his back provided ample opportunities for him to relish in his unyielding ascension, having reduced several stony planetoids to rubble without knowing simply by existing. He was in sole possession of the highest peaks in all the galaxy, all at different heights but all greater than whatever nature could put forth.

"Oh, Gre_ninja_," he hissed, realizing he couldn't close his legs anymore the way he used to. The enormity of his thighs proved to be too much for his body to handle in spite of steadily getting bigger, pressuring his limbs to grow at an ever-increasing angle in order to accommodate all the densely-packed heft. He was thankful he could still bend them as his blimped-out calves were able to brush up against his quads, relaying just how impressively vast he'd become.

But how could he glorify his awe-inspiring enormity without mentioning his towering shaft? Yes, his monolithic pillar jutted out proudly from his crotch, making a name for itself as the second-largest object in the galaxy were it separated from him. His fattened balls were a significant part of that claim, constantly pushing out slimy, translucent precum that drooled from his tip, forming droplets - from his perspective - that spread out into space.

His horny energy only fueled his gains, his craving to grow strengthening even further and pushing him well beyond where his species had been able to observe the universe.

The galaxy itself soon paled in comparison to his wondrous visage, a Pokémon with breadth so preposterous that it disintegrated black holes with his unimaginable mass. But that didn't stop him from enjoying his growth, merely adding onto the ecstasy coursing through his veins with every pump of his girthy spire.

Veins that snaked along his fleshy pole pulsed in sync with his heart beat, his bulbous fingertips roughly caressing them as they bobbed along. Preseed coated his length as it persistently poured out. So much pleasure rocked his system that release seemed all but inevitable at this point, but he wanted to see how much his body could hold off, if it even could.

Both hands had to be on deck to carry out the task as there was far too much of his turgid tool for just one to handle. Every squeeze of his dick brought about another shockwave of euphoric bliss, coaxing out an inhuman cry of delight, one he realized was Pokémon in origin. That drove his libido into overdrive, too absorbed in the carnal act of pleasuring himself to want anything else. The only thing that mattered at that moment in time was blowing the biggest load the universe would ever bear witness to.

All his pec meat pushed his diamond-hard tool out an entire light-year, a far greater unit of measurement than he could initially fathom, yet it was now his reality. Not content with merely masturbating himself, his pelvis bucked in rhythm, pumping his prick through his hands in an attempt to get off faster. His pendulous testosterone factories slammed against his bloated quads, the impact doing nothing to harm him, but doing everything to multiply his arousal tenfold.

Every piston of his shaft through his fingers brought him closer and closer to orgasm, his intoxicating musk pushing his buttons as it clouded his brain. More and more he fucked his hands, faster and faster his crotch cannon jerked, jackhammering the empty vacuum of space. His eyes fluttered the nearer he drew to climax, until--

"Ahhh!" He cried. His dam burst wide open, the absolute torrent of seed rushing up his cumpipe blasting from the tip of his pillar showering both himself and everything around him in a thick layer. Virile jizz propelled through the farthest reaches of space quicker than man-made instruments could register, mixing with a multitude of space rocks as it traveled.

To say that was the most incredible orgasm Josh ever had would be an understatement. Entire lifetimes worth of spunk across multiple universes rocketed from his length, painting whatever celestial objects were in the area a pearlescent white.

Release had him confused, however, as he'd never been more spent in his life, and yet his body was positively bristling with vigour. In fact, he felt more energized than ever! And with the universe being his playground there was so much he could do.

There was one thing that stuck out to him more than anything else, though - trying out some moves. The thought floated through his head since he fully realized his transformation, though the focus on his growth more than kept him preoccupied. But then he wondered if he actually had moves to utilize as, even though he was a bona fide Pokémon, he wasn't of the same world where they were common. Perhaps he wouldn't be so lucky.

But with the might of his very being, out popped a Water Shuriken when he positioned his stance accordingly. It worked, it actually worked! He wasn't just altered into the image of a Greninja, he was a full-fledged member of its family. What else could he do?

Well, all his excitement brought about a familiar feeling inside him. Barely any time had passed before his leviathan python stiffened to full mast again, giving him an excellent opportunity to try out his Hydro Cannon.

Who wouldn't want to be a Pokémon?