This is something I have been thinking about for the last 3 years. Ever since I got a gift sequence for a near and dear friend of mine, had always thought about reviving this old concept for their sake.

The past 3 months, I wondered if I would be able to hear from them again.

Despite knowing that, I still wanted to give something to someone that means so much to me. Made me think better of myself, and one I have known for a long time.

Right now, I have to wonder if this is even good enough for a foot in the door from closing.

Beats beating yourself up for months for not saying answers.

Very reflective of my mood, it took awhile to summon the words and the energy to finish this. Only this past week did I have it in the tank to create.

A 2nd Person POV story of a special shifter to change and indulge, just for you.

Vaporeon stencil with thumbnail used here.

PDF version can be found here.

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Driving for miles, you're not sure how long it has been. Out on the open highway in Texas, a destination you haven't seen in a long time awaits. Minutes, hours, days, months, years – any iota of time spent apart feels like too much.

You're in the middle of nowhere, not far from a creek, in undeveloped farmland, seeking the one who's been lingering in the back of your mind for so long. Any wild dreams can be traced back to the core of what shaped your future. Going back to the point of origin makes you grin with excitement. It's been too long since you found the special lady called Claudia.

You stop your vehicle of choice in front of a barn. You emerge and look at the untouched wheat and sunflowers standing tall. A backpack full of clothes and goodies hangs loosely from both shoulder straps. It feels light compared to a hand resting on the handle of a pair of sliding barn doors. These doors are red with white edges, reminiscent of something from old cartoons. You wonder if you still have it in you to experience expectations not seen in an age.

You pull on the handle to the left as hard as you can. Someone else does the same from the inside, making it easier for you to open. The doors are suspended on a pulley system, which lightens your effort.

That's when you see her. Claudia, the lady in comfortable clothes, with bright red hair cascading down past her shoulders. She's wearing a green t-shirt covering her modest chest, blue jeans clinging to her firm hips, and standing on red and white Converse sneakers with blue socks peeking past the ankle. You look her over from her feet to her face, and before you know it, you're lifted a few inches off the ground in her embrace.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, it's youuuuuuu!" Claudia says in a spirited tone, her Irish accent and Southern drawl full of sweet tea adding to the excitement. Her large emerald-green eyes exude recognition and absolute glee.

The grin of a very cheery smile hasn't left her face. She's always a bundle of sunny happiness, even after so long. Though only 5' tall, maybe an extra inch with the shoes, she lifts you off the ground without a care in the world. You grin back, reveling in her cheery demeanor and happy to be so close again.

She sets your feet back on the ground and motions for you to enter. "Come in, come iiiiin…" she says before closing the doors behind you.

Once inside, you find yourself in something of a renaissance, as the barn looks a lot different than when you last saw it. For one, the dirt floors are now replaced with polished hardwood floors. Secondly, the interior resembles a modern home with rustic remnants of its original purpose. A wooden staircase leads upstairs to many beams and frames supporting rooms with windows around the three rooms on the far side of the barn. You can make out a bathroom with blue tile, a hallway walking up, and a bedroom with a computer from where you sit. The ground floor is well illuminated by warm LED lamps covered in watertight polycarbonate plastic, lighting the corners of the dwelling. Windows adorned with cream curtains and white walls make the two-story converted barn a place of civilization in the middle of nowhere.

"Impressed, aren't ya, darlin'?" Claudia grins as you take in the sights. She doesn’t mind you looking around, proudly amused.

In a modern kitchen at the far right in a quadrant with white marble countertops, a wooden spice rack with a horseshoe over it hangs on Velcro strips. A kitchen table to the far left with curved edges and ergonomic chairs bears a few cactuses with some potted fragrant flowers. Another section to your immediate left has a couch and a digital projector serving as a TV, with its floor covered with a tacky cowboy lassoing a bull with a rope depicted on a rug. The last section of the first floor has some synthetic grass over the ground with layers, yet it has an old water faucet with a steel bucket ready for use.

Another unprovoked hug is placed by Claudia as she arches her feet up to nuzzle on your shoulder. Soft sniffles are heard as you pet her head. Your fingers comb through her gently lemon-scented hair, clearly well-taken care of. It's been a long time coming for her too.

Eventually, she pulls away from the hug, feeling right as rain. "Come on now. You traveled a long way to be here, hun. Let's take a load off."

You both start talking about what's been going on for all this time while in the comforts of home. Catching up brings about shared interests in transformation, video games, and assorted soundtracks from said games.

She's been working as a remote IT escalation manager from home, well before any C-Virus has been messing around. Careful with her money, it's mostly been spent on saving and fixing up the barn to be a place of her own.

Some good 'ol Mario Kart is spent to destress from modern life with many laughs and giggles due to RNG being a cruel mistress after the talk.

While gaming, you catch glances at a small stack of Pokémon plushies by her gaming consoles. Lugia, Raichu, and Dragonair stand out, but a little Vaporeon with a Ditto face makes you recall the side of Claudia that fired a spark so long ago. Still, you wait. Time with an old friend feels nice.

A hearty lunch is made not too long after that. Steak fries and pan-seared oven-baked steak fill your bellies, accompanied by a few cold glass bottles of soda. While you both enjoy yourselves, curiosity abounds.

Idle eyes catch the quadrant of the barn that doesn't seem to make much sense to you. The area looks like a place to play pretend, err, Live-Action Role-Play, yet there's almost nothing in there. Fake plastic grass, a drainage system leading outside, and a mural make up for the lack of furniture. A painted moonlit sky looks very nice with shimmering paint for the stars and moon. In the center of the 6’ by 6’ square of fake grass, a skylight hangs overhead to show a pillar of sunlight raining down. The ceiling window makes your mind resume wondering about her true nature.

Nice as it was to relish in the mundane redhead, a delightful spirited geeky lady, the other part of her burned deep into your core. So deep, it scars your DNA with such knowledge.

The shifter Claudia comes back to light.

You recall it as you sit next to her after the meal, what makes Claudia, Claudia.

Her mother is a faerie. The magical lady has been traveling a whole lot, so you've never met "Fairy gosh-momma," as her daughter calls her. She fell in love with a farmer, and they had a little red-haired lady. It all seemed normal at first.

When she turned 18, she was on a GameBoy playing the old classic Pokémon game, Blue Version, naturally. While checking her Pokédex after beating the game for the umpteenth time, a water dog stood out – Vaporeon.

Claudia changed size while tapping into a mana reservoir she now knew she had. Her skin turned blue, frills formed on her ears, a smooth mermaid's tail erupted from her backside, and she roared in delight at the change. She got to know about her mother's heritage and the village of farmers in the neighborhood.

Turns out, the folks in her neighborhood tapped into escapism to harness their glamor. By surrendering their monochrome human lives for a colorful fae, a cunning Viera, or, in her case, a Vaporeon Pokémon Hybrid, it fueled the magical batteries that make these fairy folk the way they are. They were accepting, nice, and private, fully understanding of different walks of life. A few parties were thrown for the 20-somethings visiting college.

She finds your eyes fixed on a plastic Vaporeon figure, one among several Eevee evolutionary ones, as the centerpiece of the kitchen table. Before you can try to protest, she grabs one of your hands in both of hers, petting it with a grin on her face.

"I know," she says, feeling her other side, the monstrous side, burn with the one she trusts the most. "Still a sweetheart through and through for little 'ol me. Felt nice to relax for a while." A sly grin appears on her face. "Well? Let’s relax, darlin’. Properly.”

You think about the moment that has burned inside your mind. The very thing that has brought ideas, daydreams, commissioned art, stories, and role-plays to light. All of these things that linger in the back of your mind aren't nearly enough to satisfy the look on Claudia's face. She's blushing hotly as she stands right in front of you.

Her hands slip onto your shoulders while a nervous nibble of her lip shows the excitement that burns in her eyes. The look of being ready, both nostalgic and very new, leaves you nodding.

"Okay, this means I-"

She's cut off as her magical mana pool aligns with her desires. Filling her body with glamor; manifesting the better self with the fantasy form made real, brings in some very familiar audible creaks. Trying to pinpoint where exactly the sources are from is hard to do. So, knowing this, she decides that the best thing to do is show and not tell.

"Ohhhhhh... H-how long has it been..."

A number comes to mind. It feels far too long to be trying to narrow down what would be a fitting number.

Rrrrrrrr

Sounds reverberate in your ears. To change just for you is real and happening in front of you.

Below, the seams of the soft-sole sneakers deform as she stands around. Small hands hold on tightly to your shoulders, grimacing at the feelings.

"Mmmmgh. Yeah, you'd soon be starting to see what's going on, don'tcha?"

She is still jovial as ever, even with the magical ley lines intersecting over her body. You can't see it being talentless in magic, but she's grinning from ear to ear with how good the rising power feels.

Being a conduit of imagination and possibilities lets the shoes start to strain against her small women's size 6 feet. Arching up and down, the motions are rather hypnotic as they keep going. Flat-footed, then arched feet as if in heels, move back and forth between both stances. This happens on a few attempts before there’s a gentle giggle.

The tips of her shoes are straining from growth. Toes flex wildly inside their prisons, feeling what’s trapping them from being free. For how long she had been doing this, it felt good to be free of human restraints now and then. She utters out a sharp sigh as the ends of her digits tear apart the soft canvas in front. Pale skin reveals blue socks stretching out of her small extremities, growing to reveal light blue skin. Gripping the ends of her shoes with larger feet, toenails bare their nude coats. Blue hues ink along the base of her cuticles, spreading to a darker blue. With a good enough grip, the backs of her sneakers collapse with longer feet stepping down hard at her heels. Pale ankles grow to light blue skin, forcing her to be flat-footed like a human once again.

“Ohrrrm…” She groans sweetly, enjoying the changes that are happening to her ever so slowly.

While ideas of how grandiose she can go without limits float above you, it’s different this time with intense eyes looking into yours. Before you can question what’s happening, realizing it’s dumb to ask what you two already know, Claudia slips a finger to your lips.

As the small digit rests there, it thickens and lengthens ever so carefully. Light blue emerges from the end of her fingertips, spreading backward to her fingers.

“Shhhh… Here, sweetie.” She coos while looking up into your eyes. “Here… UGH… We’ll take our time like this… As we should. As we need tooooorrggh…”

Cracks signal growth as the fingers grow longer. Down her arms, muscles expand to support the larger limbs growing. Darker blue fingernails form to carefully beseech you to watch.

Below, you see her blue ankle socks and her pale skin turning light blue past them. Up her lengthening legs, you see more of her shins as she grows.

“Mmmmm…” Cr-CRACK! “MOOORGH…” CRRRR! “OOORRNNNHH…”

Her jeans look tight, with firmer thighs straining the stitchings holding tightly to her frame. Larger, swelling with growing strength, slow tears reveal some soft pale skin becoming visible. Glistening, the skin doesn’t have a trace of salts. Not sweat on her body. It’s pure as if it’s running water from a creek. The damp skin soon turns blue from the shins, upward to consume her thighs.

Careful not to hurt you, Claudia leans forward to rest her head down upon yours. This close, you find her stomach taking in a few blessings of her water-pup form. As her body pulls taller, inches and pops of spine carefully grow inside her. The soft pudge of her stomach tightens, ever so delicately. Broader shoulders tug the green tee up a few inches to expose her belly. One of your hands falls along this area. Are her abs tighter than yours? Either way, she’s looking more fit than her once petite frame was.


"Mrrgh!" Her chest tightens, signaling for you to look. "A-aaaahnnn…"

Extra cup sizes expand inside her coverings. As the blue runs upward, there’s a soft tear along the bosom. Such an expansion reveals a yellow bra to keep things covered. Would such a fabric hold together? Only time will tell. Sleeves fray along her longer arms, the blue having caught up to her shoulders and running up her neck. Pulling her hand out of your face and back to arm’s reach from both arms, she looks at you with a gentle laugh.

“There… M…mrrrh… I need to pretty myself up a little more…!”

Sure enough, light blue runs higher to her head, and over to her smile. That darned smile felt like forever and a day ago. It remains while the face grows ever so delicately forward.

“Ohhhh. It’s c-coming! OOH!”

An inch grown outward, her nose and lips align together with the extension of her jaw. A muzzle.

“Rrrrrrr…”

She softly growls as her light blue nose pushes inward on itself. A wet rubbery pad is on the end of the new snout of her face. Sniffing your scent, she chuckles. The canine nostrils turn darker, trained on its heightened abilities.

“All the better to smell you with…”

Higher, the increasing blue skin from the rest of her body fills upward, like a glass being filled from a tap. There's not much of her pale skin left to go as her ears have changed to light blue.

Past her lovely red locks, her ears twitch, gaining the ability to do so. The outer curves of her ears stiffen, the skin turning darker to dark blue. She grunts, keeping a smile as the soft cartilage of her ears grows and points outward to a long fin-like structure, about 3 inches long. The rest of her ears pale from their blues to a different color. Cream-colored hardened skin wiggles in delight.

“Heeeeh… All the better to hear you with.”

You approve of this with a nod. Claudia keeps track of your beating heart, unable to contain your excitement.

Her own stronger heart in her chest beats quicker, feeding life into her Pokémon Hybrid self. Glands inside her body grow to summon the feats of allowing monster attacks to form in her skin. Water, agility, and strength manifest in ways science will never get the chance to identify—especially the ability to go into water form. No Vaporeon puddles today, but you might become one the longer you have to wait.

Light blue finishes her pale skin past her eyes and over her forehead. Her eyes grow with fluttering bluing eyelashes.

The crown of her head gently opens up with a slit, twitching out a blue dorsal fin. Dark blue frames show a cream webbing between a single section between her head and a bony outer finger. It's small like the rest of her ears, but you know well enough that the webbing is supposed to be in three sections. There's only one here on top and in her ears.

A taste of things to come.

Before you wonder what is going on with Claudia being entirely a hybrid, the biggest question in your mind crosses your thoughts.

With all the upgrades to her form, something's missing.

Where the heck is her-

"Nnnngh," she grunts, turning around so her back is to you. Now standing taller at 6 feet, she puts her hands over her backside. Kneading into her rump, she knows what's coming. You know what's coming. Digging into her strengthened form, she feels along her torn jeans' waistline for something.

Turning her head to look at you, she shuts her eyes. Blush is on her face, a purple hue against her light blue cheeks.

Pleading. Begging. Seeking. Finding.

Both of you hope for the glorious part of her that is both familiar and not. Alien but very terrestrial. Lost and found.

"OH!" She cries out in alarm. "OHHhhhhh..."

A small bulge pokes north of her rear. She opens her mouth wide, finding an ancient revival of her coccyx bone inside of her lower back. Twenty-five million years of evolution had made the bone inert for bipedal stances. Magic makes it live again and grow outward.

Thickening, it pokes against the back of her jeans, visible but nowhere near as fitting as a Vaporeon's would be. Attaching her brain to newer synapses grants her body the memory of owning such a limb.

"Tail," Claudia says, proudly. "M-my tail… Ugggggh… Such a tiny darlin' here…"

Clenching fists rest on her waist. Water runs down her cheek, unable to exert sweat in her hybrid state.

It is tight behind her, tail caught between her skin and the pants. You watch intently at the show she is providing. The movements are hypnotic, back and forth, rubbing against her jeans furiously. Deep cracks thicken the bulk of her tail, straining the covering. The smooth barrel of flesh, four inches long and as thick as a hot dog, stopped. The tip of the new limb curled against her butt, visible through a subsequent tear at the seat of her jeans. You peered intently at the scene, and she grunted softly.

“U-ugh… Here… I need to be more familiar, no?”

A wet snap causes her to lower her head for a moment. The end of the tail divides at its edge. Spreading the now dual-ended tail, both ends flatten and expand past the peephole of her breaking jeans. The split tail fin of Claudia’s tail looks rather comical in its budding size, but sooner or later, it would rival many others in size. After all, in the Pokémon world, mermaids were often mistaken for the ends of a Vaporeon’s tail. Retreating into the gate that her clothes had made, her tail slithers further, thickening another precious inch and hiding against her.

“Bigger… BIGGER! It’s too small… I need it to be rightly sized, not so puny…”

Bulging in size, the inflating growth bent the aquatic tail down further. The lower the tail bulged against her butt, the more her swaying became a struggle as she tried to enjoy the revival of the coveted limb. Three inches became four, then five as she struggled to move. Frustrated, she seemed to be stuck as if the human coverings were a net restraining her. When you attempted to extend a hand to help loosen up or perhaps tear the open seams, Claudia shook her head in refusal.

“Nnnnnnh, nnnnoooorrrrh,” she moaned out for all to hear. “I need to break out of these chains! Urgh.”

Dull shunts of growth made her howl in alarm. Each new tail segment, an extension of her spine, shoves further down her right pant leg. Six inches became seven, as the base of her tail curves against her tush, far too tight to hold. Wet seams are weakening with her struggling limb attempting to free itself. Running down her leg, you catch the ends of her tail peeking out from the ankle area.

Here, the free edge of Claudia’s tail makes its move to try and free itself. Tight and growing tighter, the flukes at the Vaporeon tail crunch with growths. What could at first barely steer a flounder, tremble as they expanded to slap against her soft heels. As big as her hands, the tail ends are enough to get a good grip on the canvas jeans, losing the battle to restrain her. With a good pull of air from her lungs, one sharp growth oversized the flukes to be as big as oars, running long past her shoes and touching your leg.

Needily caressing your pant-covered leg, it’s able to express the desire that burns in shut eyes. Purple blush remains on her cheeks. Almost there.

“Mooooorh… MOOOORRRRRH…” She pleads out, needing just a little more magical strength to go over the edge.

An answer comes from within. Along the entire length of her tail, she feels a bulge along herself. Audibly creaking, it makes water drip down her feet to pool along the floor. New dark blue skin looks rigid as it pushes out from the top half of her tail. The spiky ridge connecting her spine to the tail grows out to an inch, stretching the limits of her pants. The absolute restraint of Claudia’s new limb is agonizing.

“URRRH! POOORH!” Slurring Pokémon-speak slips past her dark blue lips.

Another inch of tail growth feels like heaven. Eight inches of thickness from the base of her tail is far too much to be confined. Tears appear against her right leg as her damp light blue skin stretches the fabric to its limits. It’s less like jeans and more like split strings held together by failing seams.

“Poooooorrrgh!”

The fabric condemns itself to her elegant display of growth as nine inches of her tail split along the clumped, wet strands of clothes.

R-r-r-r-rrrrrrrRRRRIP~!

Things move in sweet slow motion as the tearing sounds become music to all four ears present.

Human clothes are no match for the massive strength of the water canine as she frees her tail from its confines. Each string sends droplets of water into the air. Some catch the glistening flukes, rising high and slowly dragging along your cheeks. The wet, firm skin feels refreshing and brings back the memory of the fish pup’s scent. It's a scent that’s familiar, soothing, and equally clean. As Claudia drags her tail along your face and clears it, she wobbles to regain her balance.

Raising her tail higher, strained seams fall apart with more of her tail flexing its girth. While it was only about six inches thick before her organic oars at the end, the base is now as thick as her thighs. A solid ten-inch tail clears the full range of movement high toward the ceiling. As the tail rises, bits of jeans scatter around her body in an explosion of fabric. As the jeans fall apart, yellow panties hold together to cover her unmentionables. Lowering herself to the floor, wet slaps of palms, knees, and feet, still entrenched with sneakers and blue socks, support her fall.

“POOOOoooorrrrhhh… Poooreon…!”

Pleased to be free and with her tail fully revealed, she pants in the delight of her transformation. As you exchange a look with her while her tail is in front of you, Claudia feels proud of the change.

You grin back, your hands gently feeling along the base of her tail.

“POR! Uhhhhhhhgeon…”

Happy sounds of women and Pokémon ring out as you touch and caress this missed limb. She walks backward so you can get to the thickest part of her tail, which is now so big even though there's only about 3-4 feet of it on display!

Lowering her head, Claudia pants, glowing with delight from the transformation. After so long, the Vaporeon lady is back to being patient before you.

You feel your body go slack, exhaustion creeping up. It was one heck of a drive to get to where she is, and the adrenaline of watching someone change has cooled against her caress.

Grabbing onto her tail, she lowers it toward her back. You're so light compared to her hybrid strength. Padding on all fours up the stairs, she nuzzles you hanging onto her, feeling fatigued as well.

Past the stairs and to the back right room, you fall upon, what else? A purple-sheeted waterbed. Claudia joins you right beside you, lying on your side. Her tail rests between her and you, and you hold it close, feeling her flukes wiggle. After so long, a nap is needed for all that excitement.

Hours pass after your closed eyes open. A nap was needed.

You wake up at the crack of 3 PM. It smells like bacon cheeseburgers. A paper bag is left on a nightstand, with some soda in a fast food cup beside it. Loaded tater tots are in a container beside the burger. Assessing the bedroom, you notice it matches the spirited lady you know.

The wall that leads to the hallway and bathroom is covered with curved wood as if it's from an old-timey submarine. Portholes house many photos in picture frames. The other walls are decorated with a mural of an undersea ocean with various Pokémon floating in their own devices. Krabby waves to a Goldeen smiling back at them. A pair of Staryu float together. Golduck is stuck in some seaweed. Another wall shows a Lugia and a Vaporeon just relaxing in the water's depths on the ocean floor. Mood lighting sets the room like an undersea adventure.

“Hmm, finally awake, hun?”

You double-check your surroundings. No horses or prison carts. Good, not in a Skyrim nightmare but still enjoying a deep dive with Claudia. She sits on a computer chair not far from the bed. Another bag of food and a container of loaded fries are eaten lazily in front of her. She must have ordered out for the two of them.

A headset is on her head, and she's closing some customer care software. Was she doing her remote work as a computer care tech while being a Vaporeon Hybrid? You figure there are no cameras, and keeping her feral accent to a minimum would not matter too much. A Bachelor’s degree in Computer Sciences hangs with her photos. Your eyes go to the diploma and her headset, making you aware of her ability to multitask in such a position.

“Hee hee. Yea, the good thing about being in the middle of Texas is no one knows you're a Vap lady on the phone fixing your computer.” She sticks out her tongue playfully as the mere mention of her Pokémon self changes her tone to Poke-speak. “Now go on. Eat your fill. Por! Get yourself situated in a second ‘round.”

The food tastes amazing. A receipt on the bag shows it’s from a local diner. Well, relatively local as farmland can get. A hot plate in the front seat works wonders for keeping food warm.

You find the bag that you brought with you in the bathroom and help yourself to new clothes and a shower. Besides the blue tiles that decorate the room, a matching blue bathmat and tub make the place gentle to the eye. All clean and ready to go, you rejoin Claudia in her bedroom.

Laying down on one side of the water bed, she grins mischievously. The torn green tee is still on her chest, a yellow bra underneath peeking out, and yellow panties below her. Past that, her larger feet still house the too-small shoes, not as exploded with the boon of her tail resting on her side.

She pats a place for you with her tail as she lays on her stomach.

“Come on in. The water’s fine.”

Offered a place in Claudia’s pool with her affections, you climb beside her, accepting her proposal to float on her waterbed. Lowering her tail over your chest, she curls her arms around your head to stay nice and comfortable. After so long out of touch, the need to be physically close is there with fluttering eyelashes reflecting off her silent contemplations.

She needed this too.

The weight of her tail is rather distinct, being the size of one of her legs and just as thick at the base, narrowing to her fluked swimmers to the end. Petting the limb brings about some rivulets of water that glisten on the already cute light blue skin. Up close, you see the small purple freckles on various parts of her skin. From afar, it’s hard to find her Irish heritage as a hybrid, but up close, it’s there in a new way.

Soft cracks return to your ears. They signal your shared desires to find Claudia changing. Her form is at peace with you being awake. Time to recover from her initial transformation and the meal gives her more mana to tap into.

While her right arm curls under your head, her left arm pets your cheek, eager to see you blushing with her being so endearing. Water congeals between her fingers, initially wet but feeling squishy as it touches your skin. This water hardens, turning the clear gel into cream webbing, matching her ear and head fins.

As her fingers start to grow webbing from between them, you compare them to the three head fins. The webbing fans open up slowly with wet snapping sounds. Another section of ear fins opens up, expanding longer away from her voluminous hair. The same addition happens to her head fin, opening as if able to spread out better between the fins. Bigger now, they are comparable to one of your hands touching each other with the skin of a palm.

“Mmmmh, Pooreon?” She asks, moving an ear to touch your hand just barely. “Ohhh. I’m feeling a little bit excited to be a little more perfect.” You nod happily, wanting to see more upgrades.

Claudia grins with gritted teeth as her teeth sharpen slightly. Just a bit. Incisors poke out, forming V-shaped protrusions. Not that she’d bite you, of course. It gives her a bit of an overbite, but her glistening lips are enough to shield you from such damage.

Rolling to her side, facing you, she has something she wants to do. Bending her knees upward, she raises her tail so that her feet slip over to your chest. While they aren’t particular favorites of yours as a focus, you leave a hand to pet her tail as you watch.

Like her fingers, water goes between her toes. Cream webbing fills up halfway along the length of those lower and upper digits. Her toes grip down hard at the edges of her sneakers, finally having had enough of the human things on her.

Crr-CRRK. “POR!” Cr-r-r-r-rk! “EON!”

While not as significant as the rest of her body, those feet snap in size with each new width and length. The canvas sneakers aren’t nearly as tough as her jeans, breaking apart at the glue connecting the soft rubber soles to the tops of the shoes. Long tears of socks bust apart, clumping with her shoes for some size 12 women’s feet. Not huge by any means, but made for someone much taller. Webbed hands clear the torn footwear, and serendipitous toe wiggles feel better without anything to hide them.

“Nnnnf. Better now. Vaporeons don’t need shoes. See?”

She raised her feet to show her soles, they’re wet and wrinkled as if barely being walked upon. Underneath each toe tip and her heels, the skin darkens. Once again, the dark blue color takes another part of Claudia’s form. These paw pads give her the ability to rest on them, as well as being able to take a feral digitigrade stance. Being courteous, you take your thumbs to rub at these pads. They’re quite rubbery and very colorful, having the same purple freckles as other parts of her body.

“Oreon! P-pampering me is so sweet. Mwuh!”

The watery maiden kisses your cheek and retreats her legs to her side. Her tail returns to rest along your front.

Realizing that her shirt is still on, there's a mischievous grin as Claudia tugs along her collar. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what she has in mind to remedy that. A good tug would make it fall apart on her sturdy shoulders. The changes to her ear and head fin segments aren't just from this, are they?

Your answer comes as Claudia rolls to be on top of you, her hands and knees over your body. The blush returns with the desire to cuddle ever present in her hungry mind. Her purple lips find yours as if asking for permission to proceed. You naturally agree.

A soft gasp escapes her, treating you like the plushie she's been wanting for so very long with sweet cuddling. Her legs wrap around your own, and her arms slip under yours so she can cradle you in her care.

Extinguishing the fires of missing someone close for so long isn't easily done. The cinders burn, and feeling safe in her skin with your snuggling arms feeds the flame.

"More..." She says softly, her voice hushed so as not to hurt your ears. "I need more of myself..."

The flow of magic courses through her being. Gritting her teeth, she keeps smooching your lips, resisting the urge to groan out in haste. Control of her form allows her to lock eyes with you as changes continue. Thickening muscles open apart her arms so her palms hold her chest above you. Below, her knees unravel and push gently against the waterbed. Her feet arch up as they undergo more growth surges. She grows taller, all the while nuzzling your cheek, feeling her desires held with finesse. Gentle steps move her legs further away from yours.

"A-ah..." Claudia murmurs. "B-bigger... I... I need to be bigger... More than just a darned human..."

Inches lengthen from her limbs, and they become thicker too as her body strains for control above your body. You raise a hand to beseech her cheek, and you hug her tail the best you can as it slips between her legs. Up close, drinking the water from her tail is easily the best water that ever touched your lips. Naturally made with her monstrous processes, her clean perspiration ensures no one will ever die of thirst in her presence.

Of course, other thirsts exist, ones where water would not be enough to quench.

"PORRRhrrrrrrgh…" Claudia growls, the glow of her increased size accentuating her attachment to you, the desire clear in her eyes.

Struggling to stay on her body, the green shirt stretches out more and more with her leveling up form. Many tears leave the shirt in tatters, holding on by threads. A soft sigh is what you hear as the stitching of the halves of the t-shirt begins to tear. As the pieces fall, her chest puffs out another inch. Fortunately, the bra glows with a soft blue light as the transformation targets it. At your angle, you notice a magical circle stitched into the center of the bra. Distribution of her mana keeps the undergarment covering just enough and persists through her changes. The same must be below in her panties, which are not in any danger of breaking apart.

Another time would be spent asking for specifics. You feel her lift away from your lounging body to get some distance.

Claudia moves back to her side of the bed, kneeling on her pillow to your left with a soft sigh. Being 8’ tall, her tail isn’t as long as her leg anymore due to the growth she endured.

It could only mean one thing.

“P…Poooreooon…” She says, leaning her head backward as the base of her tail curls over your face. “L-little moooorgh! EON!”

Surely, she can squeeze a little more growth from her form, can’t she?

Glorious growth takes a grip on her tail. Vaporeons are known for their tails. If Claudia’s growth makes her into a very impossibly tall woman, then her tail should only be fitting for her rule as the empress of the seas.

It's now 10 inches thick, very bulky, thicker than her backside in its muscular femininity. Keeping the tail’s thick base clear and present in sight, it bulges with water running out of her smooth pores. You can't help but feel its connection to her back, making her cringe happily in pleased roars.

P-POP! “RRRRRRRGH!” Cr-RCK! “NOOORRRRRH!”

Stability in her form is taking a back seat to indulge her tail. That thick, massive limb is being felt by hands that are deserving of the privilege to touch with such intent. Rubbing and kneading the massive limb makes her pant in delight. Her purple tongue drips with water over her chest, agreeing at how good it feels to be feeling there.

It grows to 11, then 12 inches thick. If it weren’t for Claudia’s masterful control over her tail, it would be reasonable to assume you would be trapped underneath it if she didn’t care. The swaying rubs of the longer tail curl against your body, not wanting to let go of the excess. Dripping with water from the expanding tail, it gives soft pitter-patters like rain falling along a roof.

That's what it’s all about, isn’t it? Letting you two be able to let go and safely consume the desires shared.

“P-Por! P-porh! P-Pooommmmmhhh…”

14, then 15 inches thick at her butt, it’s as thick as the narrowest part of her midsection, tightened to an athletic body. Thick dark blue ridges rub along your side, able to touch most of you with its pointed spinal frill. All the while you straddle along that tail. Following closely, it’s easily 5’ long, and the narrowest point before the growing flukes is 10 inches of light blue skin. Putting a hand over one of the merfolk's edges makes her giggle. Your admiration feeds into her shyness and becomes better than she once was.

By having each fluke being bigger than your face, it moves higher and rests one section along the back of your head. It’s a hood to your smaller frame, while it’s a powerful swimming fun for Claudia.

A quick kiss to the fluke is followed by the idle one hanging off the side of your head. She softly sighs, looking down at your prone form ogling her tail like a body pillow. So, the Vappy moves to be beside your feet, resting her tail over your entire body. Webbed hands fix her longer hair, reaching the middle of her back before her tail. Arms and legs hold onto her prudent limb, kissing and touching at every which way while she sagely leaves you to your work on fetish-indulgent behavior.

You’re not sure how long you harbor that Vaporeon tail of Claudia’s. Was there more to go with the way you enjoy yourself? It’s more than content enough to go with her pace. It’s all escalating to be bigger and better than before.

The supportive limb is all yours for the taking. As for the hybrid herself, letting go of control as the weight of her tail is upon you leaves a grin on your face while you work. Left to her thoughts, something goes into her mind.

More… There must be more.

On one of her underwater Pokémon walls, there’s a Politoed pictured. It’s a green and yellow frog Pokémon that harbors a hidden ability. Drizzle is a talent that summons rain over to the location of a battle. While normally something the sea expanding, whale emperor Kyogre would have, tapping into the glamor of the frog has that same ability.

For Claudia, that means surrendering control of her trained form to the feywild. Ancient lands of the fae are untapped mana said to be the origins of the fae. Wanting to impress you, she thinks about this Plane of Faerie. A warning from her mother echoes it being too much for these modern times. She puts those words scattered to the four winds.

There must be more to change from. More tail, more growth, all to make dreams real.

Finding a tree with glowing emerald light, she grabs a portion of green energy in her webbed hands and commits to shoving it into herself.

That is enough for her body to feel a tiny fraction of magical creation to caress her mortal form.

“P…Pooor?” She tries to form words, but her body has already accepted nature’s gift to bring herself higher than she had ever known.

While you’re in her pool, dripping with tailwater as she’s a dreamy lifeguard, you hear her questioning.

“Claudia?” You ask her, moving her tail over to your shoulder to see her face.

She looks woozy, as if she had a little too much to drink. Tipsy with power, she blushes while looking down at you.

“Vapoooorrrnnnhhh…” This beseeching tone is brought over with a hand petting your cheek.

You register that as not to worry, while she raises her tail off of your form.

The strike of distant lightning sends a rumble across the land.

She closes her eyes, letting her fingernails glide along your face. Her nails point out into half-an-inch long points, not sharp as she’s aware of what is happening to them. Much of the same happens to her toenails hanging off the side of the bed, not wanting to gouge off the watery membrane you two share.

“Por… Vap Por…”

Rain starts to fall into the area, and the neighborhood finds itself a front-row seat at a freak storm appearing out of nowhere.

Standing upright, now both hands pet your face. Cream webbing grows out longer along her digits, making both hands and feet able to push so much water away from her body.

Before you could ask her what’s going on, she lowers a palm to cover your face. Giggles come out of her and a relieved sigh. Her voice is back to her own with the mana spent for the storm.

Retrieving her hand to let both of them rest upon her lap, she muses while looking out at the open door leading towards the entrance. It’s a good time to be shifting in the rain.

“Downstairs, darlin’.”

You get off of the bed as fast as you can carry yourself, moving over to wait by the stairs. Happy to be teasing you in her taller stature, her feet arch up, and then lowers her palms over to the floor. Dragging along the floor behind her, the tail serves as her cape of royalty, leaving a puddle along the hardwood.

Pitter-patter goes the rain up above.

Skitter-scatter goes wet palms, soles, and tail to slap the floor with each step.

Finally, she moves to the corner section of the barn with the fake grass. The sounds of rain are soft on the raised roof window. Standing upright, she lets her tail easily grab a hold of a beanbag chair to be placed close to her. With a party of one, you have the best show in the house for Claudia to let herself go. Moving to be on the fake grass, more control is loosened to change even further.

Another section of creme webbing fans open to her ears. Massive things are bigger than a rain hat. On top, her dorsal fin gets its final section of webbing.

Tussling her long red hair in both hands, she looks far different than the shy impressionable lady you walked into finding. Now feeling confident and sexy with growing hair running past her back, both arms lower so the fiery strands touch her tail.

Eyes widen in alarm. Rain above, clouds around, you close, her carrying on.

Ink falls along her eyeballs, spreading out to hide the whites of Claudia’s eyes. Blue irises remain, but the all-black eyes of a Vaporeon are tapping into the structure of her form.

A beating heart pumps adrenaline to flood into her body. Knowing herself as wonderful as a tall beauty, now it’s time to let all of those changes focus on something so primal.

“Taaaaaiiiillllrrrrnnnnnhhh… Mooorghhhh…”

Quivering flesh inflates the tail in its furor. Bulging with solid-toned muscle and bone making it the strongest part of her body, the thickness goes well beyond a body pillow and is a massive pillar of flesh swaying behind her. A Leviathan would have a hard time controlling that.

“POOOOREOOOONNNGH!” She strains her voice in the groan.

Holding her head as if trying to control the limb that sways and moves with reckless abandon, grows with more vertebrae pushing out of her with a Ker-CLICK of inches. Staring at the situation that Claudia is in, her tail is well beyond the clearance of a darned hula hoop. Growing out of her body, it’s taking everything in her power to control how she would move.

Length?

That’s still going, running past 8’ long in its tripping length. Now it makes sense why the corner has nothing to drop. Any opportunity to let the tail grow is made abundantly clear as the brushing of fake grass fires endorphins into her head.

“EYAAAAAAHHH! VAPOOORRRRrrrr…” Feral cries of bliss emit from her lips.

Bunching along the ground, it’s starting to be difficult to keep track of just how darned long that thick, massive dinosaur-sized tail is. What is clear is that her flukes the size of the chair you’re on bump up against the walls of her home. Swaying from side to side, the untapped girth of her tail can’t stop and won’t stop. If there’s a limit, there isn’t any to be found.

Dragging along the floor, you find the tail starting to whip towards the entertainment section of her house.

Intercepting the Tail Whip of uncontrolled growth brings her tail to find your legs. Balance is lost with a 25’ long tail clipping your legs from behind. Finding your yelp in alarm, as if trying to rein in an unruly horse before falling off a cliff, control is found in her powerful eyes.

A massive pair of flukes catch you halfway from falling, holding you in place while her arms lower. Control rewires herself to speak once more.

“Pooooorrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, Vapoooooh, not hurt are yooooreon?”

The slurring voice hides her intelligence, but she’s in there. Somehow.

A thumbs up. You’re fine. She’s great.

“Muuur… Goooooodreon…”

Using Wrap to hold you closely inside of the thick wet tail slobbering your body with her clear water, you become caringly trapped in her grip. Not wanting to let go, covering your body in its loving snare, she chuckles as only your head is visible from her tail. It’s still growing from behind her, unfazed as it bunches over itself. Spilling out underneath her body, and standing on it is doable.

Raising yourself over to look face to face with her, she grins at how red your cheeks have become. My how the tables have turned from the first look after so long.

“Huunnnnnh,” she grunts, feeling the tail taking up a good portion of the corner. It’s hard to find out if it’s even possible to untangle her lengths, only that you’re now hers to toy with.

A grin forms on Claudia’s snout. Being in her creek of a tail without an end in sight leaves you wondering when all of this will end.

“Boop.”

She pushes a fingertip to your nose.

You find a vision of the same green glowing tree she found in her mind as a part of this.

Comprehending a beacon of a magical anchor is hard to pinpoint. However, the shared desires become something of a guiding light to the talents the fae bears.

Finding your face jutting outward, you feel your vision narrowing to a point in front of you. Purple starts to cover up the exposed skin of your arms. With a grunt of desire rutted from your lips, the beginnings of a tail are snuggled tight by Claudia’s Vaporeon tail.

Seeing the Lugia on the mural earlier made you think of Shadow Lugia in its purple glory.

Soon, you’ll be great too.