The orange-haired girlfriend sighed. The once mighty 3 of Pokemon trainers had shrank to two, with Brock leaving on his own journey. When she had first joined up with Ash Ketchum, she only did it to get payment for her bike, but after awhile, she became protagonist with him, and his Pikachu.
She ran a hired hand through her unmarried ponytail, still lost in her thought process. They had stopped for the night in a minor bed and breakfast, each of them taking a room for themselves.

She sat on her bed, thinking about her relationship with Ash. As time had gone by, she had started to acquire a fondness for Ash, but didn't seem to be getting any in tax return. More than a match years had passed now, but she had found that she really hadn't changed in her looks. Before it didn't bother her, but as her involvement in Ash grew, so did her desire to look better for him, and to finally get his attention.

‘ Maybe if I had a adept soundbox, he would notice me.'She glanced down at herself, and then glanced into the full-length mirror in the room.
look back was a cute, thin young female child. She wore short jean boxershorts held up by red suspenders over a yellow tank top. It showed off her tummy but that was it. She had no bend really, and no bureau to verbalise of.

She sighed, this time in sadness, resigning herself to the fact that she'll probably never acquire, especially not like that girl on Team rocket, Jessie. outside, an unknown flying Pokemon left a trail of glittering sparkles in its Wake, casting a shimmering trail behind it. As the scintillation landed, they would be absorbed by whatever they fell on. The effects usually weren't bad, , as they landed on breathless objective, or plant life. Usually they would give more lifetime to plants, making them fresher or greener.

As the bird flew over the household the light fluttered down, only to be swept into an open window by a unattackable breeze. A great many of the sparkles flew in, and while many landed on inanimate objects, many landed on one unsuspecting Misty.

‘ Wha…'She jumped slightly, her skin feeling like trivial midget pinpricks of something had touched her on her bare cutis near the windowpane. She rubbed her right arm, then her waist and leg, till the feeling went away ; although, the bit felt warm still afterwards.

‘ That sure was strange.'She muttered, feeling the warmth in her mighty side increase, and even spread.

‘ Whoa…I feel really weird…'The warmheartedness spreading to her whole consistence, and increased to the point of being hot.

She started to pant slightly, her skin feeling almost like it was on attack.

‘ Wha…what's happening ?'She ran a helping hand down her face, whipping some of the sweat off her face.

The hand slid down her neck opening to the leash of her tank top, yanking it about to suck some air down her shirt and cool off her chest. Her chest heaved, as her short pants and shirt clung to her sweaty body. She glanced up into the mirror, and blinked, squirming slightly. She looked dissimilar ?

‘ What's going on ?'Her phonation seemed a little different.

She watched herself in the mirror change, as she continued to pant, her pectus heaving more and more. Her tankful top slowly started to cast itself to her trunk, pulling further and further away from her stomach. The cuffs of her drawers started to pinch her second joint as they started to expand, gaining lot and curve. Her suspender stretched further and further as she gained height, her waist starting to pinch inwards as her rosehip began to break open outwards, making her blue jean shorts tight. Her cheek started to become slimmer, her hands and fingers becoming longer as she gripped the bed cover. She could see her nipples poking through the tightening shirt, hard as pebbles. A tingling in her chest brought her heart to her usually small knocker, and in amazement she watched as they began to inflate, pulling her tank top even higher.

Her red suspenders, normally holding up her shorts down the front of her pectus, were slowly pushed to the side as her breasts grew. As her breast grew and she gained height, the suspenders became more and more taunt, pressing her burgeoning breasts together and creating a crease over her growing valley.
Her ponytail ( which was always done up really strangely on the side of her head ) grew recollective and Melville Weston Fuller, straining the whisker knot. Her tail end gained muckle, filling in her drawers till they looked like they were a indorse skin.

‘ My god…it…hurts !'Misty earth out as her clothing constricted itself over her ever growing body.

Suddenly, the hair Calidris canutus in her ponytail, now touching a slender shoulder joint, broke with a garish snap, spilling her hair down to adjoin her upper back. Then, one of the suspenders unhooked from her underdrawers, flying up and behind her from the released tautness and was quickly followed by the other. Her now B cup breast, no longer pressed together, literally sprang out to their proper station, straining the tank top further and pulling it up even mellow showing off her lower rib. She could feel the muscles in her dead body amplification more good deal, and saw in the mirror as her stomach rippled slightly from her breathing and from the modification as slight tone pipeline formed around her abs.

Her blue jean shorts almost creaked as her body quickly outgrew them. The upper berth crack of her blooming undersurface could clearly be seen, as well as the strained disconsolate panties underneath.

‘ It's…too…much…'She panted, her tankful top making it unmanageable for her to breath.

Apparently her shorts agreed with her as the crack undid itself, followed by the zip fastener quickly unzipping itself, showing off even more of her constrained panties. Red roll of hair were rapidly growing around the minor spot of cotton and could clearly be seen expanding out into the undecided air. Then, first one seam, then the other broke. Both tears rapidly flew up the length of the crease, until finally a raddled bit in a belt loop broke, and her jean shorts nearly flew off her expanding body. Her blue scanty looked like a swimsuit posterior, and the improper size of it at that as the back part slowly pulled into the cleft of her ass, and the red curls of hair between her leg continued to grow around the front.

Her tank top now was pulled up till the stern of her bosom showed, with pocket-sized bout forming over her spiritualist mammilla and at the wrinkle around her armpits. She gasped when beginning one, then the other nipple broke through, sending electrical shock of pleasure down to her jetty. Her chest quickly followed, expanding the holes while the tears at her arms grew, until finally, only tag end remained. At that consequence, her scanty finally gave up the struggle, and snapped over a hip, exposing her unharmed soundbox to the cool night air blowing in. The picnic blowing over her hot nipples and breast and body as a unit, combined with her growing out of her clothes sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she acted instinctively, reaching down between her legs and rubbing a taunting pap to bring her to an almost explosive climax. Crying out in pure joy, she fell backwards onto the bed, tatter of her wearable fluttering away from her torso.

Slowly, her nub pace went down, and she finally managed to captivate her breath after several very long proceedings. She leaned up on the bed, and stood up, noticing how much littler the elbow room seemed to be. She glanced over at the mirror, and had to do a image proceeds to stare at the adult female staring back.

Her trunk had grown tremendously, with a slender, beautiful boldness crowned by slightly curly orange tree fuzz. Her lips where entire, almost pouty. Her neck tapered gently down onto slender, athletic shoulders. Her breasts…

‘ My god…'She gasped, then gasped again at the sound of her phonation, reaching up with a slender and soft hand to her mouth. Could that smooth and silky voice truly be hers ?

Taking her hands she caressed down to her new breasts, hefting them for a moment before releasing them. They bounced only slightly, replete and round and business firm, riding high on her dresser. With some pridefulness she noted that they had to be at to the lowest degree a small C cup…maybe even a large C cup. She continued to shack her hands down, running them over her taunt breadbasket, feeling the whole step lines of her abs and the wick of her waist as it went in, then flared out over her hips. Her second joint had gained a lot, giving her a very full and sexy lilliputian womanly chassis from the front. Between her stage, a large measure of redish-orange haircloth had sprouted into a nest of frail whorl.

She turned around to gaze at the rest of her. Her hair had grown down to the midsection of her back, shiny from her perspiration. Shifting it aside, she saw the modulate lines of her rear muscles, flaring out to her wide round affection shaped merchant ship. She couldn't help but rub it, finding it business firm and supple. Her whole body had a shininess of lather on it, giving it a sex appealingness that she'd never had before.

Overall, she had grown from an underdeveloped teen, to an athletically and voluptuously built and sexy woman.

‘ Wow…amazing !'She said in awe, gazing at her new body in wonder. Then she smiled and giggled as she wondered what Ash would conceive of her now.

‘ Maybe I shall line up out soon….'She said aloud.

**** minute later

Hot water cascaded down her consistence, running in rivulets across the new curves. Steam filled the cascade and lav, and smelled of cherry shampoo. Misty ran her deal over her body, making sure to get all the daub.

‘ Mmmm…this feels so good.'She purred as her deal moved, reveling in the silky polish tactile property of her slender skin.

‘ I can't time lag to see Ash now.'She grinned as she finished up, shutting off the piddle and beginning to towel off.

******
In Ash's room…
Ash Ketchum lay on his bed in his denim and black T shirt, his shoe, crown and hat lying in various spots in the room. He watched the TV for awhile, but got bored with it. He would deliver talked with Pikachu, but he was in the Pokemon recovery area along with the rest of his Pokemon in the bed and breakfast, keeping them company.

Ash pulled off his gloves, and chucked them over next to his travel bag. ‘ Awww, this is boring. Being a great Pokemon trainer has its drawbacks.'

He sighed from boredom, his thoughts starting to wonder. As view go, they were really rather aimless for a salutary spell, but after a few minutes, they turned to past memories. All the dangerous undertaking he'd had with Brock and Misty, and now it just being him and Misty. His thoughts focused in on just Misty, remembering all the things she'd said to him…and all the smack he'd gotten. Yet…he didn't quite empathise why she hadn't been acting quite the Same since Brock left. Once, she grabbed his bridge player, and while she let go quickly, for the first time he had felt a thin jolt of electricity go through him…much like when Pikachu sometimes shocked him, but More pleasant.

He flushed slightly at the memory board, not used to such things. He was a young boy still, but things like that had been creeping up on him every so often. He felt a stirring between his stage, something else that had been creeping up on him every so often.

‘ Awww….not now.'He muttered, feeling his boyhood stiffen slightly.

‘ Why did it do that ?'He asked aloud, leaning upwards to gaze down at his pants, which bulged only slightly.

He put his hired hand on it to try to push it back down, but it only got harder. It also felt kinda good. ‘ Wow…I didn't know it did that.'
Ash Ketchum never was accused of being bright….

Misty slipped on a robe the place offered, finding it to be a bit small. It hugged hung just above her articulatio genus, hugging her pelvic arch. As she closed it, she found it barely covered her pectus, exposing a generous helping of her beautiful segmentation. Her skin had a glow about it. She smiled coyly as she gazed into the mirror, brushing her whisker back over her shoulder joint, and slipped out into the hallway.
Her heart pounded in her dresser, not from fear, but from anticipation and excitement.

‘ Ok Ash…here I come.'She whispered as she reached a slender deal to the doorknob.

His room access opened as he gazed at his slight hardon, causing him to look up in rarity. He completely forgot where his script was, or what it was covering. A long and slender leg slipped in, followed by a stunningly beautiful charwoman in a too short gown. She closed the door and leaned against it, gazing at Ash.

‘ Hello Ash.'The woman said in a seductive voice. Ash blinked from mental confusion. How did she know his name ? And why was she in here ?

‘ Uh..hi miss. Is there something wrong ?'His heart looked her over, thinking she looked strangely familiar.

She smiled, lowering her head slightly. A couple locks of hair slipped down, framing her cute face. She gazed at him with dark common eyes, and saw something smoke in them. It reached out and touched him deep within himself, and he felt his ticker skip a rhythm.
Under his hand he could feel his boyhood stiffen again, only this time it was much harder then he'd ever felt it get before.
Her gaze glanced down at his hand, noticing where it was hanging, and her smile grew.

‘ Oooh…do you have a problem ?'She asked silkily, gliding over towards his bed.

‘ Uh…no.'He spit out, feeling his heart start to raceway.

‘ I think you do. Maybe I can help.'She said, winking once. She stood right in strawman of where he stood, and grasped his hands. He gasped slightly, feeling something prick his tegument. It went away quickly, but it left his men warm.

Now his trivial hard-on was impossible to miss, but his gaze was locked on her cleavage. She pulled his manpower to the sash holding her robe closed, and let go when his finger's breadth wrapped around it.
‘ Pull baby.'She said, her sleeve rubbing his. He found the allude electrifying, and before he knew it, he had obeyed, pulling the sash off. The robe opened, exposing her breasts, stomach and common soldier area.

Misty's trunk felt hot. She could feel her tit swell, aching to be touched. She reached out and pulled Ash up to his knees, and whispered, ‘ shoot it off of me. I want you to see all of me.
'
His oculus were glued to her breasts. perfect tense, supple, looking unspoiled enough too…

He shook his chief a second, keeping his eyes closed. ‘ Uh miss…we really shouldn't be doing this…'

He felt something brush his boyhood through his pants, and his oculus opened up again. In his face was hers. He could feel her breather on his face…she was breathing hard. He found his own breath to be a bit dun, and for grounds unknown, he reached out dubiousness to her robe, slipping it off her slender shoulders.
She moaned slightly, feeling his hands brush her shoulders.

‘ Oh yea…do you like what you see ?'She pulled back and spin around around slightly.

‘ Ah…ye….yes.'He finally said, rubbing his men. They felt really quick, and the lovingness seemed to be spreading up his weaponry. He didn't understand why he was acting this way, but in her mien, reasonableness just seemed to melt away.

She reached out to him. ‘ Take me baby.'She said in a sultry spokesperson.

He got off the bed and reached around her waist, pulling her close. His face became planted right in the valley between her knocker, and he could feel her moan deep in her throat when he kissed, not noticing the tingle in his look and the warmth.

She picked him up and put him back on the bed, laying him down on his back as she sat on his lap, rubbing against his straining boyhood in his pant. He moaned, feeling very hot. He could feel something growing within him…his desire, and his hands reached out on their own agreement to cup her breasts and tease the nipples.

She gasped at the pleasure. ‘ Yes…just like that.'

His paw kept rubbing as he sat up, looking at her utter bosom. He squirmed slightly, feeling his shirt and bloomers felt a little tight, but ignored it, too wrapped up in what he was doing.

‘ It looks so beautiful…'He said as if hypnotized.

‘ Thank you.'She replied, cupping his head and pulling it towards an inviting nipple.

His lip closed on it, and his handwriting reached around her back, starting to feel as if he was becoming more herculean. His boyhood was terrible now, unvoiced than anything he'd felt before. She moaned his name as he suckled, neither of them noticing how a great deal smashed both his shirt and pant where.

His shirt had pulled out of his trouser as he gained height, his chest of drawers expanding and bulking up. His thighs swelled as the muscleman grew, gaining mass and business leader. His arms first became toned, then also gained bulk slowly, the turnup of the arms on the shirt stretching with the growth. His look became more mature as he suckled, his hair grew longer.

She reached down between his wooden leg, and unsnapped his gasp. He moaned in relief as his boyhood pushed out, tenting his too tight legal brief. His pants unzipped by itself as she started to jerk in desperation on his bloomers, until he was down to his briefs and T shirt.

‘ Wow…you're much bigger than I thought.'She said, watching it throb. He only growled slightly as he pulled her to him, his sureness and desire growing with him. She let herself get pulled, and took his oral cavity roughly.

He still grew as they kissed and fondled. Hairs started to grow on his thickening stage, and curls of hairsbreadth started to slip out from under his briefs which had started to tear from his thickening cock's pressure. She rubbed herself on it, wanting more, pushing him down on his back. Her hired man pressed against his expanding and much secure chest, reveling in the tone of the operose riffle sinew forming. A quick rip and his prick became free, a stocky nest of hair at the base.

Without intellection, Misty impaled herself on it, and both moaned loudly. She started to move, a luster of sweat covering her consistency, her bosom bouncing slightly. His much larger hands cupped them, pressing them together as he suckled. His expression became rougher as a Thomas Young 5 o'clock shadow appeared. She moaned louder as his cock grew more, filling her completely.

‘ Yes…yes Ash…God this feel so well !'She cried, her mitt moving all over his tolerant back.

His shirt finally gave up, splitting right wing at his pectoral muscle and arms. She gasped, and quickly reached down to suckle on one of his strong nipples. Huskily he groaned, feeling his musket ball tighten as her motion became more frantic, and he began to thrust as well. Pressing her second joint together Misty seemed to milk him, pushing him to the edge.

‘ God yes, god yes, yes, yes, yes.'She moaned in time with their movements as he only grunted. ‘ Yes, fuck me, be my trainer Ash Ketchum !'

‘ Yes Misty !'Ash cried out in a deep baritone voice part as he thrust concentrated, his globe extra tight.

In moments both of them cried out in climax, and he could sense his cock pump his ejaculate deep in her. lather poured down their bodies as they seemed to get one in their minute of virginal joy, time standing still. Then clip sped back up, and they both fell over, Misty lying on top of Ash, his arms wrapped protectively around her.Many hours later, he awoke, and gazed down at the beauty adjacent to him. He didn't know when he figured out it was Misty, but quite frankly, he didn't maintenance. She slept peacefully, her mouth slightly smiling in happiness.

‘ Well, guess it wasn't as boring tonight as I thought.'

The effects of the strange flying Pokemon did go away, and they awoke the next dawn back to normal…but that's another news report altogether.
The End