Pondering away the moments, unsure of whether or not Johto would be a good way to head, Nurse Blaziken grew herself more ponderous, plump, and pronounced, announcing uncountable ounces of swelling poke-bulk to the ever-growing (yet rapidly decreasing) public below. Jaws dropped, gawkers gawked, and the entire city's confused, excited yammering fell silent as, in the distance, towards the business district, the 500-foot tall femme inflated even bigger; a blush so crimson it burned darker than her hide grew along her muzzle, her mouth doing some gaping all its own, as a torrent of pleasure assaulted her core, hammering wildly and freely at the last of her reserves.
"Ho---hoooooo..." she began, not even able to finish, her speech destroyed by a clitoris-swelling thunderclap of growth; her bulging, ample hips burst out on both sides, rubbing with a prolonged, telltale squeal against the glass facade of the Berryball Tower, one of the larger skyscrapers in the city. She grew between two sides of a giant "U" shape the building formed, her bosom ballooning hungrily up against the dip where the sides met, the orbs creaking, pressing, and rubbing tighter up along its unbroken facade--and rubbing hard; her hips and thighs pumped out into the two sides of the same building, all curvature momentarily lost as her lower body conformed to the vertical line of the building exterior; her rump jutted further out over the rooftops of the smaller buildings down below, 550 feet of growing beauty sweatily grinding, stuck, even plastered lustfully along the 1,100-foot structure. Floor after floor went dark as business morphs finally noticed the sun being blotted out by breasts bigger than their homes. 590 feet, and her rumbling growth was only growing louder, deeper, the tip of her tongue bobbing in and out of her opened mouth as she panted away hotly, gulped, then cried out and blew up past 630 feet...680 feet...740 feet...bigger and bigger Blaziken burst, the reinforced security glass finally starting to realize she was nowhere near done growing, cracks relenting along floor after floor.
"G-gonna buuurst," she moaned, fogging the glass of four stories all at once, before feeling her clitoris kiss the cool glass, sending her into a frenzy, as her rump billowed out, over block after block, the gargantuan growing nurse trying in earnest to extricate herself from the figurative jam she was in; in so doing, her heaving, pert cheeks merely wiggled in rude display over the entire district, the 800-foot giantess feeling the cool air caressing away ticklingly, almost teasingly, at her overgrown, protruding sex. Her dirtier thoughts overrode her sense of safety for the dozenth time, before the crackle of a megaphone rose up, reverberating off the buildings near her.
"Nurse Blaziken," Doctor 'Chu coughed into the microphone, as though she had merely been caught stealing snacks from the faculty pantry. "Nurse, this is doctor 'Chu, as I am quite certain you've already guessed. Nurse, we're going to need you to slowly, gently turn around, so we can see you face-to-face. Can you do that?"
She glanced back as best she could towards the pikachu way, way far below, though seeing over the sheer slope of her rear was extremely difficult. Her breasts were wedged so snugly in the tower that turning around was really just not in the cards for her. Her toes curled, and she let another lengthy, rumbling moan loose, before she began tingling all over again, worse then ever.
"I'm so sorry, Doctor," she managed, gulping again, feeling her neckfluff puff hugely under her chin as the pleasure rose and rose mercilessly, screaming for release. "I...I might've made a slight judgement error about half an hour ago..."
"I would say so!" he replied, too closely to the microphone, creating a piercing feedback. "Nurse, we've been seeing to those in the now-ruined hospital, and among them is a patient of yours who believes he knows what's causing your rampant growth. If, again, you will just turn around, we can see about removing the cause."
But Blaziken was hardly listening anymore. She was too big to even hear him now.
Her growth spurt hit so hard that she climaxed heavily, spattering the entire bottom half of the tower, which she drove her growing arms right through; they pushed out the other side, and curled tight around it, as she pressed her 900-foot body into the front, hugging the entire top off of the foundation! Debris clattered down all over her disproportionately monstrous, bulging breasts, and as she surged rapidly up past 1,000 feet, she let herself loose, all those down below scattering like mad as her 390-foot wide rump crashed down onto the intersection outside the tower, which her growing thighs decimated, steamrolling them like twigs as she swelled to 1,200 feet, then 1,300, then 1,400!
"Oh my word," the doctor said, waving the dust away from his eyes, spying Nurse Blaziken, sitting in traffic, now over 1,600 feet, resting on her swelling rump! "The treecko was right, it's getting more powerful as time passes. We need SWAT to get in there! We need a sex and bust diving team, to cover her--er, our bases! That item is in there somewhere!"
Within fifty seconds, the entire police squad of morphs had volunteered to go in.
Beating them to the chase, however, was the van from earlier; it had parked just shy of dangerously close to the growing, colossal morphs, path of expansion, and three of the cloaked figures began scaling her massive thighs and knees; Blaziken giggled mid-groan, knowing something or other was tickling down on her legs...but her thoughts came crashing down again abruptly, caught under a proverbial ton of impure thoughts. Holding the upper 600 feet of the tower in her arms, resting all that weight on her immense, soft bust, one particular idea struck, and she shifted around some in her seat, turned the tower upside down, and worked the elliptical penthouse tower atop the roof down past her heaving breasts; she licked her lips and braced herself, the littles all looking on in pants-ruining horror, as she found her giant lips with the tower's tip, and began forccccing it in deep.
"Time to take m-my temperature," she chirped, closing her eyes as the spot was hit.
The sound she made was the atomic bomb of orgasmic howls, Blaziken roaring gleefully as she played with herself relentlessly in the dwindling city streets below. This time, she didn't just grow--she exploded. The three cultist climbing up her thigh all fell over in shock, grasping desperately at every hair follicle they could find, trying to hang on as they felt her flesh stretch out further and further, and fast! 1,800 feet spurted aggressively up to 2,100 feet, then half a mile, as Nurse Blaziken surged so big, so gorgeous and full and hot, that her body heat flared out along the streets, her panting forcing her breasts up and down, down and up, her eyes lidded low, as she drove more and more of the building into her increasingly humongous, gaping lips. News vans and busses kicked into reverse, even miles away, as through every windshield she could be seen towering over the tallest buildings, crying in complete, mind-straining bliss, sitting with her legs spread-eagle at over 3,000 feet, then 3,400; every time she looked ready to stop her growth, she just rammed the building in deeper, and deeper, a free hand rubbing hard on her breasts as they blew up bigger, her burning-hot, firm nipples jutting out farther and further, fattening tenderly against her traveling, growing hand; the rubbing just made the idol within her bust reactivate, and she shot up to over a mile in size on the spot! Her engorged sex ballooned over buildings on its own, she was so big, her rump devouring the streets block by block, as she shook with power and need, and roared up to 6,000 feet, then 7,000.
"B-BY ARCEUS!" she boomed, feeling her teats fire out streaks of leaking cream, before the two orbs inflated even bigger and heavier, smothering out more and more of her huge, lovely belly. A half mile down on her hips, the three cultists finally broke their professionalism and silence, as they slumped tiredly together in a pile.
"She just keeps g-growing!" a young female ho-oh said, wiping her brow in exhaustion. "How can we get up there in time?"
"We have to," an arcanine male, much older, growled, standing back up. "If we don't, even Arceus might not be able to stop her."
He was, arguable, very much onto something.
And that was without being far enough away to see a 9,000-foot tall goddess sitting and filling up the city with nothing but her nude, swelling, hot, aroused self. Entire buildings were grabbed in handfuls and jammed uncaringly into her growing lips.
"Sorry, all of you down below," she managed to speak, her voice rolling across the county, "but you should vacate while you can. I'm afraid I have a serious case of the gottagrowatons!"
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