Okay, you can do this. You can do this…
	Elias was truly doubting whether or not he could do this, standing outside his brother’s room, peering through the cracked door in at him. His mind was buzzing with questions that he needed answers to, but he was sure that Deonte just wouldn’t understand.
	Deep down he sometimes felt like no one would understand, really.
	But he needed answers. He needed them so badly. He took in a breath of air, puffed out his chest as far as his 15 year old frame would let him, and marched boldly into his older brother’s room, taking extra care to not let the door slam against the wall on his way in. His brother hated that, and he needed his brother to love him. Like brothers are supposed to love their younger siblings.
	The jolteon was sitting at his desk, expertly manipulating some sort of digital rendering of some sort of thing on his laptop monitor. He, like most electric type pokemon, had an instinctual affinity for the delicate workings of computational devices. As it was, he was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear his younger eevee brother enter his personal space.
	Watching his older brother there, looking so calm and collected, made Elias feel so much more insecure. He let his chest fall, and even buried his face into his tufty mane just a little bit. It took him a solid four tries before he managed to even say words. “Hey, Dee? Can I… um…”
	Deonte’s ears perked up at the sound of his little brother’s stammering, although he didn’t turn away from his screen.  “Hm? Wha? Sure… uh, ask away,” he hollowly responded, assuming his younger brother was going to ask him something bland and unimportant.
	Elias took a step back. “Well, I wanted to ask you something private. You know, like, man to man?” After a few seconds of silence he rescinded his statement. “Man to me?”
	Deonte stopped what he was doing and glanced over his shoulder. “And you’re sure this isn’t something you can ask mom about, or anything?” Elias shook his head slowly, looking his brother right in the eyes.
	After a few seconds of thinking, the 23 year old jolteon shut his laptop and spun around the whole way, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. “Alright, then. What’s up?”
	Elias looked down, unable how to start. “…promise you won’t tell anyone? Especially mom?”
	The jolteon scoffed. “I’m 23, and I live and work out of my mother’s house. Who am I gonna tell at all?” Deonte smiled a little. “Come on. You can tell me what’s bugging you.”
	“Well…” the younger eevee trailed off. The words were right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t find the strength to push them out, to get them out in the open. “Well… how, um… how…” he stammered, before blushing violently and looking down to the floor.
	After a solid thirty seconds of silence, jolteon spoke up for him. “Dude, just spill it. I promise I won’t laugh, or anything.”
	Secretly, in the back of Deonte’s mind, he was thinking of all of the things his younger brother could have done. He’s blushing, so he must be a little proud of it, he thought. Then it dawned on him, the one thing every 15 year old boy is proud about. It has something to do with his penis. That’s why he doesn’t want to talk to mom.
	But he didn’t say anything about this. He wanted to hear his younger brother say it.
	And finally, as seconds passed and time and pressure built up, Elias stammered through it as best he could. “How big is your, um… well… how big, is… uh…”
	That’s all Deonte needed to hear, really. He knew what this was about, and cracked one of those all-knowing I’ve-been-there smiles. “My… penis? Why?”
	Elias blushed even harder. “Well, me an’ Simon an’ Casey went out swimming yesterday, and… uh, well, Casey didn’t bring his shorts, so he just went in without anything on, so… uh, well, that’s what I did too, and, well, according to the chart, all three of-“
	“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down. What chart are you talking about?” Deonte interrupted.
	“Oh, um, yeah. I got a chart in health class at the end of school. Wait, I’ll go get it.”
	“Please do,” jolteon continued, waiting patiently for him to get a crumpled half sheet of paper out of his derelict school backpack that had been gathering dust in the corner of the living room for the past few weeks since summer had just begun.
	It’s been a hot one too, jolteon thought to himself, grabbing at his sweat ridden clothing that insisted on sticking to his fur and bunching up in weird places. Especially the crotch, he’d noticed.
	Before long, Elias came back with the chart he was talking about, and silently gave it to his brother to look over. It contained different classifications for different pokemon species, based on relative “size”. In school health class, it was important for pokemon to know this simply so they wouldn’t try to mate with a pokemon that was far too big or far too small for them. Teaching young children about the mechanics of advanced sex, or what not. The chart showed that on the top were pokemon like charizard and machamp. Then it went down to other pokemon like rapidash and blaziken, and finally at the bottom were what were labeled on the chart as the “third tier”, the smallest pokemon, like luxio and eevee.
	“…bummer.” Was the first thing that Deonte could say, at first. “It listed you as an example as smallest specifically?”
	Elias shrugged his shoulders, bouncing his mane up and down quickly. “I don’t really care about that…” He started to blush again. “I was asking ‘cause when we all went swimming the other day, well… I was so much, bigger…” He blushed even harder. “Like, we’re all supposed to be the same size, but I was way bigger than them. And I was wondering…” He didn’t actually finish what he was saying, but rather just looked down at the floor.
	“Well, I can see why you didn’t want to talk to mom,” was the first thing Deonte responded with. Then, after a deep, relaxing breath, he plowed into the difficult task of answering his brother’s bizarre question. “Well, um… every pokemon is different, and you may just be naturally a little bit bigger than them. It’s completely normal…”
	What the hell kind of response was that? The jolteon thought to himself. That was just… sad, really. And so, to make up for it, he continued trying to answer his little brother’s concerns. “It’s not that there’s anything wrong with you or anything, and it may not even be that you’re bigger. You just might be going through puberty a little earlier than them, is all.”
	Elias scrunched his brow. “You’re penis grows when you go through puberty?” His brother nodded his head, which was a reassuring enough gesture for Elias.
Oh how public school has failed you, if you don’t know that, Deonte thought to himself.
 “Oh, then, um… thanks, I guess.” And with that, he left his brother to do whatever it was that he was doing, bare paws leaving slight imprints on the tan rug in his wake.
	But Deonte didn’t want to work on his project anymore. He knew exactly what was in store for his younger brother, because he fondly remembered going through it himself. It ran in the family, as it was. He grabbed his set of car keys, quickly scribbled a note on the bottom of a shopping list to his mother that he was going out to the store, and hurried out the front door, nervously driving away to a secret destination to get supplies that his brother would need in the coming weeks.
	While this was happening, Elias crept into the kitchen, grabbed a spare, 6 inch plastic ruler from one of the drawers, and ran back into his room, locking the door behind him.
	“Alright, then…” the eevee started, thinking back to his boring health class days, where all of the boys and girls got split up to talk about their respective parts. “They said that the average tier three only gets to be between three and five inches.”
	He unzipped his fly, letting his jean shorts fall to the floor. His young, blossoming libido did him proud, and his cock was up and ready in almost no time, straining at his boxers to allow it to hang free, to be seen. And he obeyed.
	He pulled his boxer’s waistband out as far as it would stretch in order to slip his member up and out past it. He placed the ruler down at the base and…
	His member extended what appeared to be an additional four inches past the end of the ruler, putting it at an enormous 10 inches long.
	He smiled, feeling proud of this accomplishment for some sort of reason. He knew that he enjoyed being big, he just didn’t know why yet. He grabbed around his cock with one hand and squeezed, to feel how hard he really was. The answer was really, really hard.
	Then he remembered something else that was taught to him in school. He reached down, past his impressive penis, to feel his testicles. After a little bit of finesse, and a lot of struggling, he was able to fit both of them into one of his paws, but they were still much larger than the ping-pong ball size he was told they would be after they dropped. And he was sure that his had dropped already.
	Elias wasn’t sure how long he had stood there, admiring his impressive size, but it must have been a while. Soon, there was a knock on his door; His heart fell out of his chest and into his stomach. It was his mother coming to check on him.
	“Um sure, just… hang on, a sec’…” he struggled to pull his boxers up, but they kept getting snagged on his impressive member. He tripped over one of the leg holes and fell on his side.
	The reassuring voice of his jolteon brother rang through, muffled by the door. “Dude, it’s me. I wanted to say I have some stuff for you. Also, mom called me while I was at the store. She was called into work today. I guess it was an emergency, or something. Didn’t she say bye, or anything?”
	“Oh, yeah, um… I guess, hang on… I’ll come get the door.” Elias was more mortified with the fact that he was lying on top of his erect penis at this point, and it just felt so good that he could’ve came right then and there.
	“Dude, just put on your pants and open the door. We need to talk.”
	“Oh, um… sure, just… here,” and he finally slipped on his pants and was able to open the door. His brother was standing there with a small shopping bag full of stuff. He smiled, guessing at what his brother could have been doing behind a locked door with no pants that could’ve made him as sweaty and nervous as he was. Deonte knew how teenage boys were.
	He walked in and sat down on the corner of his brother’s bed. “First off, mom’s gonna be gone for the next few weeks, she said. She got called to work on something really bad, I guess one of the Senator’s daughters was kidnapped, or something? She’s being called in to be an expert data analyst or whatever, and she won’t be able to come home until it’s all over, so you and me are gonna be alone here for a while. Now, what I really wanted to talk to you about-“ He looked up; his brother was nervously standing by the door, looking like he could dart at a moment’s notice.
	The jolteon rolled his eyes. “Look, I know what you were doing. You were measuring yourself, right? Look, I don’t care. Like, at all,” and to express how much he didn’t care, he waved his hands in the air like he was shooing away a bad thought. “And this, is gonna be a kind of long talk. So you might wanna sit down.” And he motioned to a spot next to him on the side of the bed, so he could sit and listen to his older brother.
	Which he did. After he was seated and comfortable, he looked up at his brother. “Whatcha’ wanna talk about, exactly?” he asked, thinking slightly that he was going to get chastised for what he was doing.
	Deonte drew in a deep sigh, trying to clear his head so he could know exactly how best to deal with the situation at hand. Finally he started.
 “El, do you remember anything about dad while he was still here?” Neither pokemon knew the whereabouts of their father; he walked out on the family shortly after Elias turned two years old.
	Elias shook his head, not knowing where the conversation was going. “No, why?”
	Deonte let the question hang for a moment or two.  “He was a nidoking, actually. Our father is a nidoking. And technically, that makes you a little less than half nidoking.”
	Elias’s eyes grew a little wide, suddenly knowing that his father was who he was. Not that it mattered who his father was, he liked his life as it was now, with him mom and his older brother. But the thought that part of him was a horn wielding, built like a mountain wrecking machine was kind of cool. And exciting.
	“See, I’m telling you this because you got certain, genes, from dad. And one of the things you got from him was your gender.”
	Elias immediately made the connection. “So that means I’m gonna be hung like a nidoking?”
	The jolteon blushed at his brother’s bluntness. “Um, well, yes and no.” He turned towards his brother, because he was going to attempt to explain his brother’s advanced genetics with waving his arms in interesting manners while he talked. “See, you have genes that you got from dad that didn’t even come into play until you went through puberty, and when that happens, your nidoking side, so to speak, kicks in. Long story short, your junk is gonna get huge.” He looked down, away from his brother. “But you noticed that already.”
	Deonte shook his head quickly and continued. “Anyways, what’s gonna happen is your body is going to try and build you like a nidoking, and nidoking are very big boys, if you… uh… catch my drift. But it won’t be forever!” he stammered, realizing that what he was saying sounded kind of hopeless, the way he was phrasing it. “After a few weeks, your body will realize that it’s not a nidoking, and that you’re an eevee, and you’ll shrink back down to a… well…” He paused. “A more manageable size.”
	Deonte started blushing. “Look, I just want you to know that I’ve been through everything you’re going through myself, and I want you to know that I’ll show you some things that’ll make it easier. And in a few weeks, it’ll be like it never happened.”
	The jolteon looked down at his younger brother. He was staring at his package, concealed by his hastily done up pants. He was probably imagining how big “big” really was. “Um… El, are you okay?”
	“Hm? Oh, yeah.” He smiled at his brother. “This’ll be easier, with no school and mom not around. Won’t it?”
	“Yeah, it will be,” Deonte muttered. He was remembering his experience, and how it fell right in the middle of Valentine’s Day. He pushed the memories away, though. “Anyways, I got you some stuff you’re gonna want. Here,” and he reached into his little shopping bag and pulled out an 8 pack of XL white underwear, and handed it to his brother.
	“Um, why? I wear boxers, you know.” Elias said, reminding his older brother that he wasn’t five anymore.
	“Trust me, these things are much nicer. They stretch a lot more. Unless you want to sit around the house naked, that is,” He grinned mischievously, knowing that his brother wasn’t about to do that. “Just trust me. You’ll want to wear those. They fit better than boxers when you have a larger package anyways. Second…” and he reached into the bag again and pulled out a pack of super large Latex Condoms, placing it on the bed next to his wide eyed brother.
	“Um…” was all he could say.
	“Look, at night, you’re gonna have wet dreams. It’s just gonna be one of those things that happens regularly for a little while. And for the next few weeks, you-“. He stopped, aware of exactly what he was gonna say. But he continued, knowing that being sheepish wasn’t going to matter in a few days at all. “You’re gonna cum like a fire hose, dude. And that shit is just a bitch to clean up. I’m sorry if that’s a little blunt.”
	Elias wasn’t even fazed by this statement. “Nah, it’s fine. Casey says stuff like that all the time,” was Elias’s response.
	“Oh, okay then,” the jolteon was caught off guard. “Then one final thing I have for you,” and he reached in and pulled out a pack of 100 jumbo water balloons.
	“Um… are we gonna have, like, a water balloon fight, or something?” And this was truly what Elias thought. He was still frighteningly unaware of the scale of things that was being discussed.
	“Like a fire hose, man. It’s just easier, later on, to use the balloons. Easier to clean up.”
	Deonte checked his watch. It was 10:42. “El, I should probably put you to bed. Remember, you can do or say just about anything you want over the next few weeks. This is some weird shit you’re gonna go through, after all.” He put the stuff back in the bag and tossed it on his bed, and moved towards the door to let his brother go to sleep.
	“And I mean anything, man. For example,” he raised a paw in the air to express his point. “When I went through it, I always slept in the nude. Just, if you’re gonna do that…” He trailed off, noticing that his brother was more interested in tearing open the new pack of underwear. When Elias realized that no one was talking he looked up.
	“If I’m gonna do that then what?” he asked.
	His brother smiled, just a little bit. Because he had been there, in his brother’s shoes, after all. “Just wear a condom. It’s easier to clean up.”
	And he shut the door and left his brother to his own devices, preparing for the reality that would present itself in the morning. He knew what would happen come tomorrow.

	The sun rose, bright, early, and hot, scorching the Earth outside to an oppressive heat that made outdoor activities highly improbable. Elias woke at his leisure, not heeding his brother’s advice and instead sleeping in his new XL underwear. They were a little loose when he put them on last night. He stretched his arms up over his head, worming himself out of his sleep world and into the real one. He sat up, looking down the length of his bed. The first thing that he noticed was that he had kicked all of his sheets off in the heat of the night. In itself, not an alarming discovery. What he had noticed, however, was that he had grown. A lot.
	His underwear, which had been so loose before, was now packed with just a little too much meat. His morning wood had quickly become a full blown erection measuring in at one and a half feet, and as thick as his arm. His testicles weren’t faring any different, each having ballooned out to the size of a voltorb.
	The last thing that he noticed was that much of his underwear was now transparent with moisture, which he incorrectly assumed initially to be sweat. He reached down both paws to feel his throbbing member, noticing the immense amount of sticky fluid coating both his genitals and the sheets around where they rested last night.
	It took him to register exactly what had happened to his body over the course of 8 hours.
	“…like a fire hose…” he muttered to himself. And he laid his head back down on his pillow, working his shaft with both paws, a small dribble of drool escaping out of the side of his mouth.
	Deonte heard that his brother was stirring, so he went in to check the damage, as it was. He offered three short rasps before pushing his brother’s door open.
	“Hey how was oh my-“ He came in at not the right moment, immediately able to observe the situation for himself. He slammed the door shut, choosing instead to shout through it at his brother on the other side.
	“Hey, so I just wanted to say breakfast is ready, when you want it.” He stammered, blushing extremely hard, looking every direction except straight ahead.
	“…okay…” was all Elias was able to muster.
	“Also, just wanted to say that when I was going through this, there wasn’t a two hour period where I didn’t, well… yeah…” he trailed off, realizing that his assurance was turning just a little perverted. He shook it off an continued.
	“Anyways, just finish up, get showered, and put on clean clothes. I’ll wash your sheets tonight. And there was a reason I bought you all of that stuff, just so you know.”
	But Elias was kind of in the middle of something. “Um, go away, please…”
	Deonte blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing. He was cock-blocking his brother, in a sort of way. He left Elias to do his thing.
	Which is exactly what Elias did do. He grabbed his shaft with both hands through the wet fabric and massaged, almost violently.
	He came almost immediately, feeling his seed push up through his enormous member, shooting up and out of the tip with a great force. But it didn’t go flying out all over his room. It was stopped by his XL underwear fabric, and instead just coated his slick member in another layer of cum.
	That’s when he realized exactly how much of it there was down there. His wet dreams must’ve been intense.
	But his brother did warn him about it. He cracked the door open, and seeing that the coast was clear, he charged into the bathroom to shower.
	He turned the water on, letting the beads hit his chest and fall down to his, well… you know.
	But he just flat out forgot that his penis was now a foot long behemoth, and the warm water hitting it was enough for him to get all hard. Again. It happened much faster than he thought it would, with his huge equipment. And the shower was too narrow for him to reposition himself.
	Damn. Having this thing was going to take some getting used to. He just had to stand there, letting the water fall on his sensitive mega-penis, until he came. Again.
	He was impressed with both the amount of seed he was generating, as well as with the speed it was leaving his member. He wielded it like a fire hose, grabbing it halfway up and spraying down some sort of invisible fire, letting the shower do the work of cleaning it off for him. This was a good system, actually.
	Eventually his orgasm did run out, and he was clean enough to get out of the shower, dry off, and slip into a new pair of XL underwear. The bulge extended out a good 6 inches from his front, and impressive display of manhood if he’d ever seen one.
	Then he tried to put on pants. He tried, and tried, squashing his junk into every conceivable size to be able to fit all of that meat into those shorts.
	But physics was just having none of it. So he’d have to go without pants for a while. And it just seemed weird to wear a shirt without pants. So he didn’t wear that either.
	His brother didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t bring it up at breakfast. Nor did he bring it up when Elias realized how hard he was in the middle of breakfast, and swung himself out of his chair, his underwear stretched to the point of breaking by his throbbing shaft, and rushed to his room to rub out yet another one.
	The only thing Deonte said at all was after this little escapade, when his brother came back to the table covered in sweat, his underwear stained by a little dabble of cum from after he finished.
	“Dude, I just want to let you know that I’m gonna mostly just stay in my room during this whole episode. I’m gonna let you do your thing, and if you need me for anything you just let me know, alright?”
	And that made Elias feel better, knowing that if he started working himself over his brother wouldn’t come bursting in on him or anything. “Thanks, bro,” he managed.
	The jolteon smiled at him “Anytime,”
	The rest of that day progressed in much the same manner. Elias watching TV, doing some sort of activity, getting a raging hard-on, and relieving himself of the pressure. Each time he masturbated, the orgasm seemed to build up inside of him, getting stronger and stronger every time until finally they were starting to get so good that he couldn’t see exactly right afterwards. He quickly got down the skill of using the condoms, twisting them off, then disposing of the contents in the toilet and getting rid of the evidence. He noticed how big his condoms were getting each time too, heavier and heavier, bigger and bigger. And yet his balls never shrunk. If anything, they got even bigger, pushing the fabric out even more, sloshing with seed that demanded it be released.
	And this cycle continued, with never a trace of Deonte, until the day just sort of ended. The last thought Elias had before falling asleep was that he was glad someone had changed the sheets.

	The sun rose again, all hot and furious, again making the outside world an uninhabitable wasteland. Elias again woke up, feeling refreshed. And dry, since he took half of his brother’s advice and slept with a condom on, although he still wore the underwear. He cracked an eye open to check the damage from the previous night’s slumber. The condom was full to bursting, bulging out bigger than his balls were. He tried to maneuver himself out of bed to dispose of its contents, but he found it exceedingly difficult. Then he took a closer look at himself.
	He had grown again, apparently. His member was an enormous, throbbing monster, thicker than both of his arms put together, crushed so that it could barely fit into his underwear, which were now stretched to the point where several seams were ripping out and the whole apparatus creaked when he tried to change the way its contents had settled inside of it. His balls were no different, having swelled to the point where they hung just past his knees, pushing his legs out in a bow-legged cowboy fashion.
	Just the thought of trying to move forced the blood to flow, and he began to get hard. Almost immediately his underwear ripped clean off, unable to handle the mass of its contents. This caused a shlooshing sound as his balls settled into a more comfortable position, and his member to thicken itself even more.
	As he grew harder, his penis grew longer, and bigger, and thicker, until it finally stopped at just over four feet of impressive, meaty girth.
	He didn’t even think he’d be able to jack off properly, with that sheer volume of penis. He climbed up, rolled out of bed, and tried to stand. But he wasn’t ready for the unexpected weight of his junk, and he fell forward, landing on top of his member, the tip of which extended out to just past the top of his head.
	He started grinding his body into it, realizing that this was going to be how he did everything from now one. He swore he could feel every strand of fur on his body against his massive rod, stimulating his nerves and bringing the cum in his balls to a boil.
	Then he remembered the water balloons. He tied off the condom, now old news, and did his best to slip the balloon over the thick end of his substantial member. He had to end up holding it there, on the end, to make sure it didn’t come flying off.
	After that point it took him three more thrusts with his body to come. And he did truly come like a fire hose.
	His vision went dark, and he no longer was aware of anything but the pleasure that he could feel welling up inside of himself and jetting out of his shaft at high velocities. He was vaguely aware of the balloon swelling, stretching and creaking, trying to keep up with the volume of seed that was being pushed into it.
	When Elias was finally able to open his eyes, the balloon stood, almost the size of his body. Not counting the external genitalia, of course. He quickly tied off the end, sealing in his monstrous payload.
	Now it was time to shower. He confidently strode out of his room to the bathroom, carrying his massive balls in one hand and his giant dong in the other, dragging behind him a beanbag sized balloon filled with his seed. He didn’t even notice his brother at the other end of the hall, silently observing the scene.
	When Elias had closed the door, and Deonte could hear the water running in the shower, Deonte knocked as best he could, just enough for Elias to hear him.
	“Hey, I’m gonna bring you like, a towel, to cover yourself with, since you outgrew the underwear. Is that cool?”
	Elias shouted back. “Whatever. I can just be naked. It’s cool,”
	“Do you want me to see if they have any bigger sizes of underwear?” the jolteon shouted, keys in hand.
	What Deonte didn’t realize was that Elias had his back pushed up against one end of the shower, his fully erect penis just barely fitting in the scale of the bathtub to miss touching the other wall by maybe an inch. And he was in the middle of pleasuring himself. “Um, I’m kinda busy, do whatever you want, Dee,” And he went back to massaging his enormous shaft, stopping every few seconds to reach a hand down to his balls and feel those too.
	Deonte got the message. Without another word he grabbed a spare sheet from the linen closet and hung it on the bathroom doorknob.
	I don’t think he’s gonna have a whole lot of time to wear underwear if I DO buy it for him, he thought to himself, putting the keys back on his desk. He knew that he probably wouldn’t grow much bigger, but it was going to take a lot of milking for him to shrink back down to size.
	Arceus know I stopped wearing clothes after the second day.
	And with that thought and a smile, Deonte retreated back into his room, clearing the path to allow his brother to enjoy the experience he had nothing but fond memories of himself, the joys that come with who he is.
	The joys of being himself. And being huge.

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	“C’mon, it’s just up ahead,” the wiry sneasel called over his shoulder before bounding into the brush with the lithe agility that comes with the name. “You’re not gonna believe what it is this time.”
	The sneasel said this every time he found something that didn’t quite belong in the forest setting, usually along the one major road that passed through the southern tip of what could be considered their “hunting grounds”. Most people would be surprised at the things that could be found that had fallen off of a truck in the middle of nature, but for the sneasel and his less extroverted but willing partner Zangoose it was just another thing to do for a few days before growing bored with it, as with most things.
	“You say this like, every time.” The Zangoose called after him, awkwardly sliding through and around nature related obstacles. “And you never tell me what it is beforehand, and I’m NEVER as impressed as you think I should be.”
	“No, this time’s different,” Sneasel ensured him. “This one was like, secret, or something.” The sneasel paused, not quite satisfied with his own words. “I mean that it has some, like, writing on it, and stuff. But I can’t read it,” He turned around, poking his friend in the chest. “But YOU can.”
	Zangoose huffed a sarcastic sigh. “I’m so glad all I am to you is an interpreter. Really, I-“
	“Shush. Here it is,” Sneasel interrupted him, stumbling out of the dense foliage and onto the thin strip of grass that often accompanies major highways. In the middle of this strip of grass was what looked like a large shipping crate, fallen out of some delivery truck and smashed to pieces on impact with the ground. And inside of it was…
	“…underwear?”  Zangoose said, disbelievingly. Sure enough, it appeared that the crate was filled with countless colors, sizes, and styles of covering a man’s external sex organs.
	“I know, right? Here, help me find some sexy ones.” Sneasel said before tearing through to find the best, sexiest pair in the pile.
	“But… why?” was all Zangoose was able to get out at first. “What I mean is, why do you need any? You’re naked, all the time. If you wanted to, you could show me your junk right now,”
	But Sneasel was undisturbed with his friend’s logic. “What’s the box say, anyways?”
	Zangoose picked up a scrap from the box, roughly the size of a dinner plate. It had a piece of some logo on it, as well as some words.
	“It says, um… uh… something –osterone acc- something. I don’t know, the label’s all broken up.”
	“Oh,” Sneasel said, a little disheartened by this unexpected dilemma. But that was only until he realized that not being able to read the box didn’t mean that he wasn’t allowed to wear the underwear. He resumed his search, until he finally pulled out what appeared to be the prize of the shipment. “Ta-da!” he remarked, holding a bright purple banana hammock above his head.
	Zangoose scoffed. “You can’t wear that. It’s exactly the color of your fur. Like, exactly.” This made Sneasel look down, comparing the color of the hammock with the fur on his stomach. And it was almost identical. Which almost blew a hole in his plan, if he wasn’t such a quick thinker.
	“Well, duh. I pulled this one out for you.” And he stretched the thong back, aimed it at his Zangoose friend, and fired, landing a direct hit to the face.
	Zangoose was used to things like that by now. “And what makes you think I’m gonna wear this at all?” he said, waving the thing in the air like the useless scrap of cloth it was.
	Sneasel replied, with a sinister smirk “Because I’m gonna get one that matches YOUR fur. It’ll be fun,” he added, before going back to searching for a thong that was a crisp white like his friend.
	Zangoose, rather than arguing with Sneasel, decided that it was just best for him to play along. He reached one leg into the one hole, and easily pulled it up over his waist so that it was snuggling his balls tight. “Man, these things are really stretchy. I didn’t have to try like, at all. I thought it would be harder than that.”
	“Yeah, me too,” Sneasel said from his heroic stance on top of the pile of thongs in a pair of tightie-whities. “I guess there weren’t any white thongs in there. But I did find this.” And to prove his point, he turned around to admire his own beautifully clad ass, also tightly bound by a slightly different pair of underwear.
	And so the two stood, both kind of proud of the new defining feature they could both claim in that they were both now wearing underwear. But the joy of the moment was quickly outweighed by the sheer worthlessness of the situation.
	“So… what now?” Zangoose asked. “I mean, seriously. What comes next?”
	Sneasel shrugged his shoulders, obviously not thinking this far ahead in his great master plan. “Um, we go swimming? Swimming in speedos?”
	Zangoose couldn’t argue with him, because that was one of the more universal uses for this type of underwear. Sneasel’s twisted logic had, yet again, made some sort of sense. “I guess that works.”
	So the two bounded off, triumphantly strutting in their new illusion of masculinity. It wasn’t long before Sneasel stopped, though, to scratch himself.
	“Hey, man,” Sneasel started. “Is it just me, or are your balls like, tremendously itchy?”
	And it was true. Zangoose had noticed that his testicles weren’t very happy with their new, clothed situation, as it would seem. “Yeah, you’re right. I wasn’t gonna like, scratch my junk here in front of you, but…”
	“No, man. Go ahead. This itch is just unholy.”
	And with that, both Sneasel and Zangoose started scratching their respective genitals, but to little avail. The itch seemed to be coming from inside the balls themselves, rather than on the surface like they both thought.
	“This isn’t helping at all,” Zangoose whined, giving up with his attempt to stop the itching.
	Sneasel was much more dedicated, though. He scratched, and scratched, and scratched, from all different angles, in all different ways, desperate to find some sort of relief, until…
	“Hey, man. Hold up for a sec’,” Zangoose started. “Could you flex your arm? I just wanna see something.”
	“Wha? Why? Neither of us have like, any muscle.” When Sneasel realized that this fact wasn’t convincing his friend, he continued. “None. At all.”
	Alas, after he tried three times to deter his friend and failed, he brought up his arm, and flexed the muscles he didn’t have. Except there, in the middle of his arm, a bicep appeared. Nothing huge or unreasonable, but where there had been no muscle before there was now muscle. Both Sneasel and Zangoose stared at it for the longest time, dumbstruck. Then the idea finally passed through each of their heads, and they started flexing every muscle they could find. Bouncing their pecs up and down, examining each other’s glorious posteriors, flexing biceps. Finally, after they were satisfied with their respective discoveries, Zangoose sat down, mentally exhausted by this turn of events.
	Sneasel, on the other hand, wasn’t quite ready to call it quits yet. He still had one more body part to check.
	“Hey, Zang. Zang!” sneasel shouted, overjoyed by his latest discovery.
	“Hm?” Zangoose cracked an eye open, more tired than he’d ever been in his life. He would have been worried about his sudden case of exhaustion, but he was so exhausted he didn’t really care about anything right now. Anything that wasn’t sleeping.
	“Dude, check your junk,” was all Sneasel said, before turning around to reveal what looked like a healthy bulge in his tighty-whities. His penis seemed to have grown. Not by a lot, but just enough that the mysterious ways pokemon have of concealing it would no longer work. His testicles weren’t any different, ballooning outward slightly, just enough to remind anyone passing by that they were there.
	Zangoose, overwhelmed with exhaustion, reached a newly muscled paw down to his crotch, and felt for what new surprise awaited him. Sure enough, his genitals had grown to match those of his sneasel friend. He’d have to remember to admire his newly swollen phallus in detail when he woke up tomorrow, or later tonight, or next week or whenever he would wake up next. He was so tired that he didn’t really care to even think about when he would wake up next.
	From Sneasel’s lengthy yawn he could tell that his friend felt the same way. Without saying a word, they both shuffled over to the nearest tree and, laying their backs to the trunk, closed their eyes and anxiously waited for sleep to come.
	“Hey, Sneasel,” Zangoose started.
	“Mmm? Yeah?”
	“Were you tired like, ten minutes ago?”
	The sneasel shook his head. “Naw, it must just be all the-“ He stifled a yawn. “All the excitement.”
	And without another word, the two fell into a deep, deep sleep.

When Zangoose woke up, it was morning. The air was still crisp and slightly cold, the ground was still slightly damp, and before he even opened his eyes he could feel that something was wrong. He moved a paw to his head, hoping that all that it was was a slight dizzy spell, but his arm felt immensely heavy. He cracked an eye open.
The first thing he registered was that his pecs were pushing up against his muzzle. He gingerly reached his paws out to grab them, make sure that this was real, that his pecs really were that big. He felt the rock hard flesh of his chest, rubbing it down in circles. He flexed them, and they bounced magnificently up into his center of vision, partially blocking out sight of the rest of the world. He inhaled deeply, watching the mountain of muscle rise up and down with his breathing.
Then he realized that he had an entire body that grew in just the same way. He flexed his arms, the muscles of the bicep coming almost level with his fingertips. He continued to pump his pecs up and into his face, even discovering that he could lick them if he so wanted to.
And then he looked down at his genitals.
He almost couldn’t believe it, actually. His purple banana hammock was now stretched to what appeared to be its full capacity, stretching out like a rubber balloon, becoming almost transparent in some places where the white sheen of his fur could be seen. Each one of his testicles was roughly the size of an electrode, and the whole of them couldn’t be contained by the speedo. They were leaking out of the sides they were so massive. His penis wasn’t any different. It had grown as well, but how big it was now he couldn’t guess. It also wouldn’t cooperate with his speedo, and the base of it bounced up and out of the top.
Again, he reached his hands down, feeling every inch of his massive balls. They sloshed and gurgled with seed at his touch, soft enough to be slightly squishy to the touch but under massive pressure and not very elastic.
“It’s awesome, isn’t it?” Sneasel remarked from his position a few feet over. Zangoose had completely forgotten about his friend, and struggled to turn his head amidst his sea of muscles.
Sneasel had been affected in exactly the same way. His head was being swallowed by his massive pecs, and when he flexed them he could make his entire head disappear. Zangoose followed the trail of his body until he got to his friend’s, well, privates. Sneasel’s gargantuan legs were spread akimbo to make room for his massive testicles, which did, in fact, all fit inside of his tighty-whities. The fabric was close to it’s breaking point, however, and the dark hue of a majectic purple was visible through the cloth as it stretched to contain such an enormous volume of meat.
“I- I don’t even have words,” Zangoose began. “It’s just a shame that…” And then he stopped, realizing the full caliber of the statement he was about to utter.
You see, Zangoose has always stuck by this particular Sneasel because he’s not attracted to ladies, if you catch this writer’s drift. He’s always been more interested in men than women, and now that this situation has presented itself, he had to pick his words very carefully. Just so he could get the happy ending he wanted.
“It’s just a shame that what?” Sneasel remarked, curious about what downside could possibly be involved with this. To drive the point home, he gave his massive balls a slap, which they responded to with a slosh and a groan.
Zangoose let the most mischievous smile cross his face. “It’s just a shame that I’m bigger than you.”
Now Sneasel wasn’t one to let his masculinity get called into question. Ever. “Oh yeah?” He started. “Bring those little things over here, let’s see if they measure up-“ he grabbed one ball in each paw. “With the big boys.”
After much struggling, Zangoose was finally able to slosh and shuffle his junk over in front of Sneasel. He got down to his knees in front of Sneasel, and the two pressed their balls together to compare sizes.
Of course, for Zangoose this wasn’t about comparing sizes. This was about getting some.
Sneasel spoke up before either of them could even begin to compare. “This isn’t about being bigger, is it? This is about me and you… you know?”
Zangoose blushed and smiled. “How long have you known?”
Sneasel shrugged. “A little while. You do a terrible job of hiding it frankly.” His face grew slightly stern. “I’m willing to mess around every once in a while, but that doesn’t mean much, alright?”
“Sure!” Zangoose replied, overly enthusiastic simply because he wanted what was coming next so badly.
Then Sneasel smiled, rather innocently. “Now let’s do this. I’m totally game,” And with that, he reached out and put his paw on Zangoose’s bulge and stared rubbing, slowly. Zangoose mirrored his action by stroking one of Sneasel’s balloon balls.
Both of them started getting hard at almost exactly the same time. Sneasel felt it because his hand was on Zangoose’s dong, and Zangoose felt it because his package was on top of Sneasel’s. Both of them understood, without saying a word, what would happen next.
They moved back slightly, giving their respective penises room to breathe, and watched as their bulges grew. And grew. And grew. Zangoose’s thong was the first to snap, and it went flying off in some arbitrary direction at velocities previously thought to be impossible. Seconds later, Sneasel’s underwear just ripped, flat out, and both pokemon admired the other’s engorged cock, each steadily growing bigger.
The two each massaged their own balls, trying to get every inch out of the pythons.
Finally, with each cock as thick as an oak tree, measuring in at just under seven feet long, they felt they had reached their maximum size. Zangoose pushed his monster slightly out of the way, so he could see Sneasel’s huge, pink, fleshy, throbbing unit, its tip just grazing the bottom of the tree’s foliage. “Ready?” he asked.
“Ready,” Sneasel replied. And with that, Zangoose came in closer, until their balls were smashed together, cocks pushed up against one another. Sneasel went for both his and Zangoose’s penis, while Zangoose massaged both his and Sneasel’s balls.
Neither one of them spoke, but every once in a while one would make a sound in response to something the other one was doing, and that would entice the second one to do it more.
Finally Sneasel spoke up. “Um, dude? Could you scooch back just a little bit, You’re crushing my boys.”
“Oh. Sorry.” And Zangoose scooched back. Just a little. He decided to work on his own balls for a little bit, rubbing down every inch of them. Which is when he discovered that there was a lot more to rub down than before. “Hey man. I think our balls are still growing,” Zangoose shyly remarked.
Sneasel looked down. It was true. What had once been the size of electrodes were now the size of wailmers, sloshing and growing, churning out seed at an alarming rate.
Zangoose discovered this fact a little too late, it seemed, as now they both had to readjust themselves so that they were on top of their balls instead of vice versa, since there were little other options. After the shuffling, neither one of them was close enough to the other to be able to do anything, and neither’s legs were long enough to be able to waddle any closer. And still their balls grew. Bigger and bigger, doubling in size yet again, pushing them up skyward.
“Dude, forget it. Let’s just play with ourselves now, and we can do stuff to each other later.” Sneasel said calmly, before trying in vain to grab his huge, throbbing dong with both hands. He eventually settled on just rubbing it down as best he could, which Zangoose imitated as well. Although their bodies were each a good ten feet apart, each could feel the other’s massive balls grinding into their own.
Slowly their balls pushed them up, blossoming into the size of wailords, two tiny, heavily muscled creatures with large, throbbing pink shafts drowning in a sea of purple and white. Zangoose looked around, his head beginning to peak through the trees, at the surrounding the landscape. He’d never been this high up before. And I rode my own balls up here, he thought. The joy of the moment was overshadowed by a greater joy, which came from using his full body to grind against his member, since it was way too big for just two hands. It was easy for him to find the sweet spots that he could reach, and he paid special attention to those.
It just felt so good, Zangoose thought. He could feel the cum churning inside of him, boiling, ready to come pouring out. Every nerve south of his waist was telling his body to thrust forward like it would do anything to quicken the process.
He still obeyed the instinct, forcing his unit forward, each time rubbing it down faster and faster. His cock tightened, preparing itself for the massive release that was ahead of it. His cock was so long he could actually feel it forcing its way through his massive length, until it finally exploded out of him, every muscle tightening in the wave of pleasure that washed over him. His vision became almost completely blocked by his pecs, and he couldn’t move he was flexing so hard from the force of the orgasm.
They both came at roughly the same time, each one producing a flood of seed directed straight at the other. It washed over and around their balls, hot and creamy, finally releasing the pressure built up inside of themselves. Slowly each began to shrink down, coming the entire time, until they were back down to what could be considered their original size, seven foot cock with electrode sized balls, surrounded by miles of seed drowned forest.
And very quickly they discovered that their balls were still growing, still producing seed, still sloshing and swelling bigger and bigger.
“Well,” Sneasel started. “This is a problem,”
“And I know just how to handle it.” Zangoose replied. “Bring that shaft over here.”
And Zangoose put Sneasel’s shaft in between his pecs and started gyrating, grinding it between his massive slabs of muscle. Zangoose got his happy ending after all, it would seem. Sneasel followed suit, getting ready for another amazing experience.
“Hey, Zang?” Sneasel asked, between bouts of drool. “Do you ever think our balls will stop growing?”
“I hope not,” Zangoose replied. “Because as long as they are, we’re gonna be doing this.”