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You creep into the lab with your ears flat and your tail not-quite-literally between your legs. “Hello? Helloooo?” Stepping inside, you plant your hands on your hips. “Huh, I guess there’s no-one here after all.” 

When you entered the abandoned building, you were expecting a lot of things – ghosts, monsters, maybe even some aliens – instead you found it empty. It’s almost disappointing. Still, maybe you’ll find something in here to make the trip worth your time.  

A quick scan of the room confirms there’s little here though: just empty shelves and workstations and rotting old machines. But just as you’re about to leave, your eyes catch something glinting in a half-open drawer. Frowning, you retrieve it: a bottle. A big bottle of sparkling pink goo. You turn it around and read the label: 

“A Potion of…” Your heart stops. “P-P-Pokémonification?!” 

You bounce on the spot in delight; your boobs threaten to leap out of your top. This is way better than anything you expected to find. You’ve always wanted to be a Pokémon. The only question is, ‘what kind of Pokémon does it turn you into?’. 

After a few minutes of turning this question around in your head, you decide there’s only one way to find out: bottoms up. Popping the cork, you throw back your head, and down the entire potion in a single mighty chug. It tastes sweet, but also kind of salty. Like salted caramel. 

Like treacle, it trickles down your throat and into your gut, which produces some obvious groans and grumbles. Planting the empty bottle on the desk, you massage your belly. You hope you haven’t made some kind of mistake drinking this strange potion in an old abandoned factory…

A terrible pain strikes your gut, like someone has taken your intestines and tied them in a knot. With a gasp, you double over, clasping your belly and moaning. Your stomach feels like it’s trying to do backflips.

Grabbing your top, you pull it up, and gasp to see your belly expanding, skin creaking with the strain as it grows. You snap upright and stare – it looks like you’re seven months pregnant! What kind of Pokémon are you turning into? A Khangaskhan? 

Also, is it just you, or are you looking strangely purple? 

Your short shorts start to creak. You start to squeak. It’s not just your gut, it’s the rest of your body as well! 

As if to confirm your suspicions, the belt girdling your chest snaps taut, digging painfully into your boobs as they swell fat behind it. Gasping for breath, you struggle to get it off, flinging it aside before it has a chance to break your ribcage. As it hits the floor, you hear a twang – it takes a second to realize it's your bra. Looking down, you moan to see your boobs have almost doubled in size. Just what kind of perverted potion did you drink?! 

You're panicking, you realize, as you spin in search of a solution. And your panic is making you really, really sweaty, so sweaty you want to tear off all your clothes and cast them aside as well. 

Only, wait, you’re not that panicked, are you? Raising a hand, you squeal to see something pouring from your arm. What’s happening now?! Are you melting?! 

With a rrrrip, your top tears, gaining a neat little cleavage window …for the briefest of instants before your fat new boobs burst out of it. Big, round, and strangely lilac, they come to a rest jiggling over the swollen orb of your belly, thick streams of goo oozing out of your nipples. You pinch them, hoping to stem the flow, but it only makes you gasp – f-f-fuck, they feel good.

Something’s a-tingling in your tailbone and your skull. Rubbing the former and looking back over your shoulders, you find five strange lumps have sprouted from your body, four from your head and one just above your butt. The two on your forehead are the smallest, the ones behind them a little longer, and the billowing from your coccyx the largest of them by far. Even as you watch, it grows a little longer, a little thicker. A t-tail! You’ve sprouted a tail! 

You spin to the door, knocking a stool over with your tail, and try to run for it, but you barely make it three steps before the sloshing of your swollen body slows you to a stop. You feel so big, so fat and full and heavy… Every part of you is either purple or lilac now, and your buttocks and your thighs have grown almost as thick as your tail – with one last creak, your shorts finally give in and split, freeing your fat new curves to burst out into the open.

Breathing hard, you stumble on. You’ve got to get out, to find help or something. Every step requires a tremendous effort, partly because you’re so big, and partly because you’re so horny – every step sets your new assets swinging, multiplying the pleasure of this absurd new form a hundredfold. By the time you reach the door, you’re panting in lust – it takes every ounce of willpower you have left just to keep your fingers out of your pussy. 

The door is too small. Maybe you could squeeze through if you had the energy, but you’re all out of strength – you need a minute to recover. Stumbling back across the room, you catch yourself into the mirror. Realization hits you like a hammer. 

A Goodra! You’ve turned into a giant, curvy Goodra…! 

For a second or two, you stand there stunned, unable to believe the potion worked. At last, the magic spell snaps: with renewed lust, you raise your hands and roam them all over your swollen form, groping your bloated boobs and squeezing your thickened thighs and slipping a pair of fingers between your chubby new labia. Naturally, your pussy is slick as hell. 

You chew your fat new lip. Perhaps, before you leave, you should test your new body out a little…