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"It's a fact of life: everyone always wants what they don't have. If you're a flyer, you want to be able to lift boulders. If you're a water breather, you want to be able to breathe fire. No one can ever just be happy with who they are."

Beatrice the Raichu sat back in her chair, a bored expression on her face. "OK then, following your logic, what is that I want?"

"I don't need to read your mind to know. A big dino-bone."

The Raichu's cheeks sparked, as her eyes narrowed and she glared.

"You know you and the Marowak aren't even in the same egg group, right?"

"What is it that you want?" she asked, hoping to change the subject. "What is it that an all powerful Psychic might desire?"

Quinn the Espeon sighed, and looked to her drink. She couldn't remember what she had ordered. Something fruity with a lot of alcohol. "Why does everyone always assume us Psychics have it easy? You know what I want? To be able to walk down the street, and not struggle to block out everyone else's thoughts. Cause, if I'm not constantly on guard, something will get through, and I'll be treated to the perverted fantasy of some Rattata who just hit puberty. I'll have to listen while some horny Machoke mentally undresses, and thinks of all the things he can do to me. I'll have to listen to all the bickering Pidgeots who hate me because I catch the gaze of their mate, even when all I'm trying to do is wait for the bus. You want to know something, Bea? I wish that I were you. Or, I were a bodybuilder, or an earthmover, or a fire breather, or a shadow slinger, or even a fucking Normal. Anything other than a Psychic, just for a day."

Beatrice sighed. "Well, I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I think you might need a pick-me up." She reached into her messenger bag, eventually pulling out a small, rectangular box. "Here, Happy-Day-Before-Your Birthday."

Quinn took the box and with a sharp, dexterous fore claw, cut open the tape that held it shut. She was vaguely disappointed it wasn't wrapped up with a pretty bow, but assumed it was because she was getting it a day early. Opening the box, a small, purple orb was revealed, suspended on a golden chain. She took the necklace out with her delicate fingers and held it to her eye. Perhaps the orb was made of glass, because no natural stone could ever be so flawlessly transparent. She smiled. "It's beautiful."

"It's nothing special. Just saw it and made me think of you. Probably a cheap knockoff."

Quinn giggled. "It's the thought that counts." She used her telekinesis to open the chain, and holding her hair up with her hands, carefully hooked the necklace around her neck. Picking up the knife from the table, she used the reflection to examine herself. The orb rested just a little past her collarbone, inches away from sinking into the canyon of her two purple breasts.

Across the room, their waiter, a teenage Vulpix, was texting on her phone. Quinn's eyes glowed, as she implanted the idea that Table 7 might want their check. The Vulpix casually walked over.

"You know that's an invasion of privacy, right?" Beatrice asked.

Quinn only shrugged.

As a rule, Quinn never drove. It was simply too taxing to focus the road, the car, the pedestrians, and remain constantly on guard, keeping everyone else's thoughts out of her head. It was an endless struggle, keeping her mind shut off from the endless barrage of selfishness and stupidity. And sometimes, someone's thought was so strong and rancid; it penetrated all her defenses and left her shaking. Chances were, that sort of attack would happen when she was driving through a school zone and she would plow through a bunch of babies. Fortunately, she had friends who didn't mind chauffeuring her about, and who were understanding about her special needs and problems. Beatrice was fine with driving her home, so she wouldn't have to ride a bus, filled with so many nasty thoughts about her.

"You going to be OK?" Beatrice asked.

"Yeah," Quinn said quickly. "I just... it's hard, some days more than others. I just need some time alone."

Beatrice nodded, and watched as Quinn climbed out of her car. The Espeon quickly walked to her house and opened the door. Turning to look over her shoulder once more, she rolled her eyes when she saw that Beatrice was watching her, and closed the door behind her.

The moment the door was closed behind her, the thousands upon thousands of thoughts were suddenly silenced, and Quinn gave a sigh of relief. The walls of her home were specially designed, enchanted, to repel all the thoughts that constantly barraged her. It was in her home that she could close her eyes and relax, and finally give a sigh of relief. She stepped out of her dress, and nude, stood before the mirror, examining herself. She found herself giggling, as her hands strayed down her chest, over her firm, plump breasts. She was pretty, well-shaped, and somehow, deep down, she did enjoy all the men who dreamt about her. Or she would, if she were ever given a break. It was the constant barrage that bothered her, that she could never really enjoy the individual fantasies.

A large, muscular Primeape had been seated in the restaurant where she had met Beatrice, and while Beatrice went on and on about something, Quinn shared a fantasy with the Primeape. Of course, he didn't know she was inside his head, but really, what did it matter? He enjoyed it, and she enjoyed it, and that was all that really mattered. She focused, and retrieved the fantasy she had shared, as she walked into her bedroom and lay down on the bed.

The Primeape liked pussy. She giggled as she scooted along, sitting up in the bed and looked down, past her large breasts, her tight navel, and to her wide hips. The fur of her nethers was a slightly darker purple than the rest of her body, a dark purple slit between her shapely legs. She used two fingers to pry her lips apart, and sighed gently, revealing the slimy purple innards just beyond. She very gently slid two fingers inside her, and stretched her strong legs apart. With practiced confidence, she began to stroke herself, but sighed, finding the tingling she received from her fingers far from satisfying. The dreams she and that Primeape shared had gotten her more aroused than usual. If she could ever track him down, she would ask for his name, but for now...

"Thank you Bea," she giggled, unhooking the necklace from around her neck. Carefully holding the large orb between two of her delicate fingers, she brought it down between her legs, and very gently pressed it against the warmth of her lips. The orb was cool and smooth and felt very odd against her insides. In contrast to her steaming nethers, the cold tingled in an almost painful way. She giggled and sighed and giggled again, wiggling from side to side as the orb parted her walls, rubbing against her silky flesh. She kept two fingers on the gold chain of the necklace, as she worked her fingers, and the orb, deeper. It felt odd, better than her fingers, to be sure, but she was still dreaming about the Primeape. She wished she had gotten his number, or pried a little deeper into his mind to learn where he lived. She moved the orb deeper, and deeper, tugging on the gold chain to fight the clench of her muscles. She dragged the orb out almost completely, and then with one finger, pushed the orb all the way back in. When she pulled her fingers back, they were drenched in the warmth of her juice, and although she tried to grip the chain, it slipped smoothly between her fingers.

She sat up, frowning, and fished around inside her, attempting to find the gold chain. She could feel her muscles squeeze and pull, dragging the cool roundness of the orb deeper inside her, and eventually lost it somewhere far deeper than a dildo should go. "Really don't want to explain to Bea what happened to her gift..." she muttered, closing her eyes and attempting to work her entire hand inside her.

Then, for the first time, she noticed that her feet were no longer on the bed, but hanging off the side. And as she sat up, her crown hit against the ceiling, forming a small dent until she hunched further forward. The entire room, she realized, had grown smaller around her. And, although it took a moment to realize, it seemed she was still growing. The bed springs whined beneath her body and her ample posterior, and suddenly the entire frame collapsed. She sat up, again smashing her head into the ceiling, but had just enough room to roll onto all fours. The door was at her feet, and she didn't believe she could turn around to escape, even if the door could somehow compensate her growing size. She just wanted to be outside, and desperately fumbled to the window. Her fingers were too large to hook beneath it, and in desperation, she pushed against the frame until it popped forward. In an instant, a flood of thoughts hit her, dropping her to her knees. She used the wall to brace her, and pushed herself forward.

She stretched her arms through the window's frame, and by squeezing her breasts to her chest, just managed to get her upper body out. Her stomach and abdomen was narrow, and slipped between the frame with ease, but she found her hips were stuck. Gripping the ground, she pulled and tugged herself furiously, kicking and snarling, howling like mad as she struggled to escape the confines of her house. Finally, with a blast of psychic energy, the wall behind her shattered and fell, and she rolled forward, landing on her shoulder.

Of course, all the commotion had attracted attention: her neighborhoods filed out of their houses and into the street, and all stared at the Espeon, who must have been around fourteen feet in height. They stared with horror and fear, but much to their surprise, the Espeon fell forward, cupping her hands over her large eyes; soft, sad whines escaping her throat.

"Please," she said. "Please, quiet... Please..." With her larger size, the range of her power seemed to encompass the entire city, and now she could not block all the millions of voices that pounded her skull. "Please... please... quiet please..."

She heard a siren wailing through the streets, the physical sound pushing her over the precarious edge, and tears swelled into her eyes. She looked up, and saw a police car pull to a stop before her. The door opened, and a Primeape stepped out, pulling a shotgun from behind his seat and bracing it on the car door, he aimed it at Quinn. He lined his sights, hoping a shot to the eye would at least stagger the beast before him, but much to his surprise, her eyes suddenly glowed purple. "Calm," she said. "All of you, please, be calm. I will not hurt you, of that I give my word."

The panic of the million voices was suddenly changed to just a dull buzz, annoying but at least tears no longer filled her eyes. She looked about, and saw all the faces of her neighbors, people she knew, and now they recognized her. Still there was worry in the air, but at least now they understood. She rolled over slowly, and came to sit, legs spread slightly, warm nethers actually causing the cool, crisp air to shimmer slightly. With the panic passed and the awful racket no longer in her head, her mind could wander, and she found herself with a pain between her legs that was near physical. She looked around, at all the little gawking faces. She could use hypnosis to put all the watchers to sleep, but, truthfully, some part of her fancied all their little eyes. No longer filled with panic, the men and most of the women all felt a lustful build up in the pit of their belly, though they would never admit it.

The Primeape officer found himself embraced with a psychic touch, and brought forward before the great and powerful Espeon. "I will not harm you," she said gently, using one single finger to stroke his face. "But, when you saw me in the dinner, your mind was filled with thoughts. I am curious; do you still have those inside you?"

She smiled, and parted her legs, careful not to knock any of the bystanders down. She placed the Primeape down between her muscular thighs and leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. The scent of her lust rolled out of her in great waves, a smell faintly of lilacs. She was not sure if Primeapes naturally liked such a scent, but as if in a trance, the officer walked forward.

"What's your name, by the way?" Quinn asked.

The Primeape looked up at her, and with a deep voice said, "Hershey."

The Espeon smiled. "Delicious."

Hershey reached a hand forward very slowly, as if unsure, even frightened of the strong, flexing muscles of the Espeon's vagina. She was over twice his size, and yet he could not deny the lust that was boiling between his legs, making him shake and groan as he rested his mitts upon her warmth, and then very gently worked to pry her nethers apart. A flood of the lilac smell hit him like a train, and a dribble of lustful cream rolled out of the lips and onto the ground, wetting his feet. He looked down, and an embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks. For a Primeape, he was quite big, but faced with a vagina of such size, he felt utterly inadequate. He was beginning to rethink his decision when he felt the delicate fingers of the Espeon on his back, and very gently press him forward.

Immediately, her warmth was upon his entire front, and his throbbing erection was embraced within the incredible heat of her vagina. Slick with lust, his fur was immediately matted down, and he slid forward, into the gripping muscle with remarkable ease. They squeezed his chest from all sides, compressing his ribs, but then they eased off and he could breath. The fingers remained at his back, and as the cavern before him grew steadily larger, he was gently pushed inside. He rested his cheek on her swollen labia, before he finally got into the game, and began to gently rock his hips back and forth, wiggling and squirming into the tight embrace.

The Espeon sighed pleasantly. Sitting back, she could enjoy the affection she received, but what she really adored where all the lustful thoughts that were rising up from those who watched. Given her new size, the voices were like tickling whispers, especially now that they were not panicking. The range of her powers had increased, but so did the strength of her barriers, and she seemed a little better able to handle the voices in her head.

"You like my breasts?" she asked, turning her gaze to a Golduck standing in the crowd. Her eyes glowed, and she took hold of him carefully with her telekinesis, bringing him to her free hand. His panic was bitter in her thoughts, but she soothed him, and then placed him down on her belly, before the plump breasts that were the object of his interest.

The Golduck was hesitant at first, but as she did with the Primeape, she placed a finger upon his back. A finger slide up his smooth, cold skin, and finding the back of his head, she stuffed his beak into her right boob. The Golduck braced himself on the pocket of fat, at first trying to keep himself back, but his webbed hand yielded into the soft fur and fat. And, oddly, the finger at his head was not bullying. It encouraged him, and soon, willingly, he wrapped his thin arms around the breast to hug it tight. His odd beak began to gently nibble and bite the dark purple teat, poking out of the silky fur. His smooth, cool body felt funny on her boob, and when she felt an odd poking where his hips were, she couldn't help but giggle. "Mmm, that's nice."

The Primeape, meanwhile, had pressed himself quite deep inside the silky insides of the vagina, and propping herself up a little farther, Quinn could only see some of the beige fur on his back poking out of the dark purple nethers. Then one of his adorable brown hands, covered in its little mitt-like hand. She pinched his hand between two fingers, holding tight to him, just in case her muscles clenched and squeezed and he lost his footing. She gave him a little tug, pulling him out and giving him a chance to breathe, before she applied pressure and slipped him back inside, into the warm embrace of her muscles. She pulled him out, giggling softly as his fur rubbed and stroked her. His fur was far thicker than the fur on her fingers, and even matted down by her juice, it tickled in such an odd way. She pushed him all the way inside, only his dainty little mitt outside her embrace, and although she could sense his panic, if she sensed genuine horror, she would rescue him.

She could also feel she was growing. She was getting larger with each pound of her heart, every shiver of lust. Her breasts were growing bigger, and her hips were growing, making it easier to slide the Primeape in and out of her nethers. She sent him a warning, before she applied pressure to his back, and slowly sank him in all the way in. She felt the moisture of her lips upon her nail. Her finger continued to push, and soon she felt his bulk hit somewhere deep inside, and the squeeze of her nether lips upon her second digit. She pulled her finger out, and then pinched her lips, sealing the Primeape in the dark muskiness of her vagina, always monitoring his strength in the back of her mind.

The Golduck sighed and groaned, hugging tight to her boob. She looked down at him, and quickly skimmed his thoughts, and had to giggle when she found the source of his fluster. "It's alright," she said, stroking down his back. He felt so odd. She had never touched a water creature, and his slimy skin felt so alien and strange. He looked up at her with his adorable, beady eyes, and she smiled. "I'm close too."

She felt a spurt of warmth on her breast, and the Golduck furiously thrust himself forward again and again, jabbing his little penis into the cup of fat. The Primeape wiggled and squirmed furiously, fighting inside her and sending blissful ripples through the giantess, until at last she sat up, arching her back. The little Primeape inside her worked like a cork, holding all the lust juice that was washing inside her at bay. The Primeape's struggles and fighting returned tenfold, and she leaned forward, gasping and groaning, the way he beat against her clenching walls was almost painful. The Golduck tumbled off her chest and landed between her legs. Her muscles tensed, and she squeezed the Primeape, but she was sure his durability would spare him death. She wiggled side to side, groaning and gasping. The Primeape shifted suddenly, and began to work his way out of the stifling cavern, but she caught him with two fingers and fed him back in. "Come on," she giggled. "I know you can take this."

And still he fought. It was painful and wonderful all at once. She leaned forward, groaning, grasping her breast and squeezing it, trying to simulate the feel of the little Golduck before. She waited until the Primeape's panic overtook all his thoughts, and then let her hand fall away. The Primeape, covered in goo, washed out from between her legs. She replaced the lost bulk with her fingers, thrusting them inside her, trying to hold back the tide of lust and keep this thrill for just a moment longer. But warm, steaming cream oozed out from between her fingers and onto the street, washing the Primeape and the Golduck further away, so she closed her legs to keep them from leaving her.

Dripping warmth, she stood on shaky feet, her slender finger still buried deep within her. She squatted, and poked at the Primeape gently, and was relieved when he finally sat up, coughing a bit of juice onto his chest. She poked the Golduck, who sat up as well, and shook himself. The sticky juice fell off his slick hide, but his legs were weak, and when he tried to stand, he ended up falling on his tail.

Sighing dreamily, Quinn carefully pulled her finger out from between her legs, and wiped it clean on her belly fur. She stood to her full height, and looked down at all the tinies at her large toes. She had gotten bigger, now standing perhaps thirty or forty in the air. "Go back to your homes," she said gently, and walking down the street as if it were a sidewalk, she happily headed to the main city off in the distance.

Long before she even reached the city limits, she could feel all the fear and panic that gripped the city. Millions of tiny voices all screamed out in a deafening volume that Quinn had to work hard to suppress. Military and police were scrambled, and there to greet the titanic Espeon as she came walking along, a finger buried between her legs and soft mews escaping her lips. Her tail wagged, but as she stepped between the buildings and accidently brushed against them, she focused on keeping her tail behind her.

"Go back to your homes," she said, standing before a neat little row of toy soldiers and police, all their sirens wailing. A few did, but most didn't. She casually took a step forward, and then squatted down. Her smile was warm and pleasant. "Please, go back to your homes, unless you want to have some fun. Your responsibility is to protect the people of this city, but you all know I am of no threat. So go back to your homes and be with your families. Alright? Your goddess says so."

One of her massive feet lifted from the ground, and she swung her leg over the row of soldiers. Very carefully, she placed her foot down, although her weight caused the asphalt to crack and her toes to sink inside. She giggled. With her looming nethers up above the row of soldiers, blotting out the sky, some of the younger recruits couldn't help but look up. The thoughts that buzzed through their mind were flattering, if a little dirty. Looking back, she lifted her other foot over the heads of all the tinies and brought it forward, and then casually resumed her walk.

The streets were mostly empty, but the windows were full of little faces. She continued to tease herself as she walked, or squeeze one of her breasts, or drew little circles in her belly fur with a wet fingertip. And she always listened to the lustful thoughts, though, always filtered them through her brain. "Any requests?" she asked, and then grinned as a particularly raunchy thought came to her. "Well... if you insist," she said, setting her large feet down before a bus.

She sat down before it, smiling, and waited, and it wasn't long before several tinies were coming out of the apartments. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and played with her toes, idly tapping the ground and digging a large hole in it. Slowly but surely, about a dozen little toys all came out of the surrounding buildings and climbed into the bus, one at a time. "No need to rush," she assured. "No need to rush."

When they were all aboard, she carefully picked the bus up. Her fingers were gentle, as she could easily crush the bus in her hand, but she had promised that no one would get hurt. She held the bus with both hands and lifted it to her eye, smiling. "Buckle up," she told them, holding the bus delicately in her hand and squatting slightly, spreading her legs apart. She nuzzled the bus softly, planting soft kisses upon the windows, giving the occupants inside a breathtaking view of her plump lips. She lowered the bus down, and very gently rolled it between her breasts. She rolled it down farther, over her belly, and then squatted lower so she could hold it just beneath her.

One of the tinies had taken residence in the bus' driver seat, and flicked the headlights on, giving those inside a view like none others. A roll of white cream formed at the labia. Thick and fat, the heavy drop soon splatted against the bus' front windshield. The headlights continued to burn, illuminating the sight as Quinn reached down with her free hand. Two fingers spread her nethers wide, and pushing the bus up gently, the cold front bumper came to rest upon the lips. A muffled huff escaped her, as she pushed the bus up, and closed her lips around the side. The metal whined as pressure began to squeeze, but Quinn was confident in the bus' strength, and with a finger behind it, she began to work it inside her. The bus was cold and blocky, especially when compared to the Primeape from before, but the sheer size was what sent her mind spinning, and drool flick down her lips. She wanted to do this quick. She knew she was growing, and soon, the bus wouldn't be that big at all. She wanted it inside her before that.

The thoughts of those inside the bus were delightful. Lust and joy and just a pang of fear, but to them, she assured all would be well. She pushed the bus slowly, using both her fingers and her telekinesis to work the bus deeper. A steady stream of white was oozing down the long tunnel, washing over the bus and obscuring the sight of the pulsating purple just beyond, even as the headlights struggled to burn through the juice. Those in the back of the bus were treated to the sight of Quinn's muscular thighs on either side, shaking and quaking. Very slowly, the purple lips slipped farther over the bus, blotting out the light, so the only illumination came from the lights in the bus' ceiling. Even those provided only the faintest illumination of the purple housing.

The driver of the bus, a Jigglypuff, turned on the engine, and spun the wheels into reverse. The frantic spin against the softness of the flesh felt wonderful, how the traction rubbed against her insides. She kept a finger on the back of the bus a moment, sighing dreamily, her body clenching gently upon the toy from all sides. The windows bent and broke, and the smell of lilacs fluttered inside, along with washes of cream. Quinn pressed, the bus' rear bumper now sitting just outside the hungry lips of the vagina. Her nail extended, punching a neat hole through the back of the vehicle, and with the aid, she began to work it in and out slowly, gently, sighing as the bus' corners or the spinning wheels caused her muscles to clench.

And all the while, she was growing. The bus had been massive only minutes ago, and filled her in a delightful way, but now, it barely was a bulk at all. Still, it served its purpose, and her body shivered gently as she felt her muscles contracting, squeezing the bus, and for the first time compromising the entire frame. With her finger carefully hooked into the back of the bus, she drew it out slowly, the wheels tickling her from within. Like the Primeape before, the bus was serving as a cork, keeping all the lust deep within, prolonging the climax of bliss. The front windows had broken and shattered, however, and her juice was quickly filling the bus, drowning those within. At last, it was out of her, and she peeked inside. Dirty and drenched, no one seemed too hurt. She waited until the bus' wheels came to a stop, and then set it down. "Thanks," she said with a dreamy sigh, and stood up, her finger once more sliding between her legs, as she set off for something else to pleasure her.

She spotted it in the form of an elevated train rail, that traveled around the entire city. As before, the streets were empty, but the increase in her size and the wideness of her hips made traveling between the buildings somewhat difficult. She could no longer saunter, but had to turn to her side and scoot, and even then, her drooling nethers and her shapely ass brushed against the buildings, leaving a slick trail and broken windows. "Sorry, sorry," she kept saying. "Sorry."

She intercepted the railway at a spot where the buildings were not so dense. She squatted to better examine the railway, curious about it, and then sensed that soon the train would be coming around. She stroked the railway gently with a finger, thinking what she might do. At last, an idea formed in her mind, and very carefully, she pinched the train tracks between two fingers. They broke with remarkable ease, bending in and then breaking when the metal grew too strained. Bending one side of the track up, she lifted a hand over her head, and swatted it down, destroying that half of the rail bridge effortlessly. Then, walking forward, she positioned herself so her backside was facing the intact side of the rail bridge, the rail that the train would soon be screaming along.

She was too tall to simply stand there, and found she needed to squat slightly. There was a slight pressure in her thighs, but she was sure she could endure a little stiffness, especially if it meant the pleasure she was craving. Reaching back, she firmly gripped her buttocks, one in each hand, and pulled them apart very slowly. Her two middle fingers slowly inched over the plump, squishy cheeks, eventually tracing down the cleft of her crack. She giggled and whined gently when she touched her quivering anus, her long nails gently poking at the wrinkled, virgin flesh. The stimulation did cause her to grow just a bit, inch a few more inches up, but she caught herself, and focused. And after squatting just a little lower, so the sharp railing was poking gently at her anus, she closed her eyes, and waited.

It was not long before she heard the blaring of the train horn off in the distance, and then the rumble of the locomotion. She giggled childishly, inching her fingers into her pucker once again, and gently poking and prodding at it. Working her nails into the moist rim, she eased her anus wide, and carefully pushed back, allowing the train tracks to rest inside the rim of her sphincter. She could hear the horn blaring louder now, and the locomotion as it screamed over the tracks, picking up speed. "That's right, as fast as you can go." She held her cheeks with one hand, but used her other to brace herself on a building. She was quaking with anticipation, eagerness, even worry, and was even taken off guard when she finally felt the train ram into her quivering, eager, flexing anus.

She almost fell forward, but that would destroy the many buildings at her front and crush the thousands of lives just before her. She caught herself at the last moment, her toes flexing into the street beneath her, and although her hand punched a neat hole through the roof of the building she was leaning upon, she could sense no one had been hurt. She pulled her hand out and peered down inside to see a very frightened Nidoqueen mother, hugging her infant. Her eyes glowed, and after a moment, the Nidoqueen was no longer panicking. She stood slightly, and braced her hands on her knees instead of a building, as she reveled in the feel of the train stretching her tight rim wide. Even at her size, she was a virgin to love back there, and it just felt so amazing to be stretched. The train had been speeding along the tracks, and rammed into her quivering pucker with such force, half the front carriage sank into her flexing, eager muscles. "Oh, by Arceus," she muttered, biting her lip. She eased her cheeks closed, the soft, purple mounds of fat gently rubbing against the front and second train car, squeezing the frame and causing the windows to crack or shatter. A short distance from the Espeon's warm nethers, the scent of her sex swept through the carriage. The passengers, who had been tossed about because of the train's abrupt stop, found the air suddenly replaced by the thick, warm odor.

"Hey, little guy," she asked, looking over her shoulder, speaking to the conductor. "Think you could blow your horn?"

The train's horn suddenly blared, and although muffled by the tight embrace of Espeon's smothering innards, the moan that escaped Quinn's lips echoed for miles around. She was vaguely aware she was growing, and in doing so, tugging the train off the rails. She took a deep breath, and flexing her muscles around blocky train, she gave it a little tug deeper. The train whined and screamed, the metal bending in, as her muscles continued to clench and flex. The horn's blast continued to rumble her innards, and occasionally she clenched, but struggled to keep her muscles under control.

The people in the train could do nothing more than grip their seats or the overhead bars as tight as they could, as the train they were on was slowly sucked up into the pulsating prison. With each clench, the train was tugged forward several feet, the city vista succumbing to a pair of purple buttocks at either side, and then those gave way to the dark purple tunnel. The sounds of the city and the Espeon's pleased whines changed to the noises of body: the beat of her strong heart, and the endless squish of her flesh as it kissed and suckled over the train.

When the last half of the last carriage was left outside of her tight sphincter, she gave a low sigh and clench, squeezing the middle of the carriage in. She lifted to her full height slowly, feeling the train shift within her. "You all like that?" she asked, and gave her impressive hips a little shake, giggling softly. With the back of the train free of her tunnel, she was sure air could trickle into the carriages. And she would let the train out soon, heck, soon she would be big enough she wouldn't be able to keep it inside. But for now, it was a pleasant bulk in her hips, and as she walked, she wiggled her hips side to side, the train slamming against her clenching walls.

It was growing harder and harder to move through the buildings without causing damage. Standing at her full height, the tallest building in the city sat just beneath her breasts, to say nothing of the tinies that were at her feet, barely the size of her toes. Turning to her side, she very gently scooted between the buildings, holding her breasts up so they wouldn't accidentally knock a building down (although from the minds she was reading, there were quite a few tinies who would enjoy that.) She walked slow and careful, squeezing between the buildings where they were their widest, always careful where her large feet fell. And at last outside the city limits, in a spot of barren fields, she lowered to her knees, and then rolled onto her side. She could just sit, but she could feel the end of the train, very gently poking out from between her large cheeks, and was afraid the smallest pressure would push it in the rest of the way. Her sphincter would seal behind it, and the tinies would be trapped, and she wasn't sure she would let them out...

She drew a little circle in her belly fur, before finally straying a finger down between her wide thighs, and very gently pushed inside herself. She giggled gently. She clenched around the train, the bulk pleasant inside her, but she felt it slowly slide out from between her heavy cheeks. She strayed her hand down a little father, finding the train's tip between her fatty glutes, and kept it there for a while, until she grew too large around it. Then she let it out. She felt vaguely bad that all the occupants would have to walk all the way back to the city, but doubted they really minded. She stretched her legs out, her feet resting down, and told the tinies they could have some fun while she relaxed. She was only teasing herself, but was vaguely aware she was still growing, inch by inch.

What if she never stopped growing?

What a wonderful thought...

Goddess Quinn had a nice ring to it...