A story about a little wooper growing to sizes no pokemon has ever grown to before!
Done as a com for

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Wopo

By Sokz


The water sparkled as Wopo swam through it, his wide tail propelling him through the sparkles of reflected sunlight. He pulled his large head under the ripples for a moment, dashed under the water, then used his momentum to breach the water’s surface and jump into the air. He loved summer days like this.

The little wooper splashed back into the lake. A Magikarp altered its path to avoid him, though the seaking was more stubborn. Wopo almost bonked into it but managed to paddle under the large pokemon at the last moment.

He continued to swim along, his little feet kicking, his tail swishing, his smile wide. What could a pokemon like him want more than a wonderful day like this and a clean lake to swim through? With all the joy and energy of a happy pokemon, he paddled his way toward the edge of the lake where watergrass grew in the shallows. Sometimes he could find a krabby or wurmple hiding in those tall blades of grass, and they were the most fun to chase.

The wooper pushed his oversized head through the grass in search of a smaller pokemon, but there weren’t many. His feet made tiny ripples as he walked around. Droplets of water fell from his damp, smooth skin. The sun warmed his back and glittered in his tiny black eyes.

And then he spotted something. It was a glimmer as the sunlight caught off a reflective edge. Curious, Wopo trotted over to the shiny object and found that it was half buried in the sand. He looked at it one way, then another, then used one of his blobby feet to dig it out. When the object came free, it sparkled even more in the sunlight.

It was a crystal! The gemstone was a deep blue that mirrored the deepest parts of the lake. A loop of string was tied around it. Wopo stared at the trinket for a few more moments before he put it together. One of the pokemon trainers must have dropped it.

Though there weren’t many humans this far out into the wilderness, every now and then a bold trainer would hike all the way through the forest and find this hidden lake. They usually stood on the shoreline and fished for pokemon and treasures. One of them must have dropped this beauty without even realizing it.

It was far too beautiful to leave in the sand. Wopo slid one of his feet under the crystal, took a moment to aim, then kicked it directly into the air. He moved under the gemstone and readjusted himself as it came down. With a perfect arc, the loop of twine fell around his head and slipped down onto his torso. A perfect fit, and the necklace was his.

Overjoyed at the beautiful and sparkly find, Wopo went back to playing. He hopped through the shallows, his feet splashing in the water whenever he came down. A few pidgey close to the water’s edge took off as he splashed past them. Wopo barely noticed. He was too focused on his own joy and fun to care.

He continued walking around the lake, stomping and splashing all the while, until he noticed something. His splashes seemed a lot bigger. The water sprayed farther than before, and the ripples that came from the spot where his feet impacted were more like waves than tiny drops.

The trees looked smaller too. Usually, the woods surrounding the lake were huge, with each one towering over his head. Now the tops of their leaves were almost at his eye level. But how could that be possible? He had seen some pretty big quagsires in the lake, but even they didn’t grow that big!

Yet he was huge. The reality was impossible to ignore. Even though he had always been a small little wooper, a tiny squirt in a very large lake, he now looked down on almost every pokemon nearby. There were a few poliwrath sitting on a log near the edge of the lake. As he cast his gaze toward them, the once intimidating pokemon hopped off and dashed away.

Wopo smiled. He liked being big. With newfound excitement he slammed his foot into the water again, causing another huge wave. This time it spread out over the lake, swamping the plant life that had grown at the shoreline and completely flooding some of the nearby areas. A few squirtle had been resting on a cluster of stones nearby. They were all dunked into the water as the wave crashed into them.

Wopo smiled even wider. This was more fun than he had in years! He lowered himself slightly, wagged his hips and tail, then launched himself upward in a little hop. When he came down the entire landscape shook. Trees almost fell over, bird pokemon took flight in fear, and the surface of the lake violently shook. Below him, the ground had been crushed into two deep craters that surrounded his squishy feet.

When he looked back at the trees, he realized that he was still growing. Where they had once been at eye level, they were now about half his height. Those pokemon that looked small before were absolutely tiny. With a grin, he hopped forward, striding around the shore of the lake like he had done so many times. But this was different. Now, every other pokemon had to scurry out of his way or be stomped under his massive feet.

A few crabby weren’t so lucky. They were left unconscious as his paw flattened them and half-buried their bodies in his footprint.

Wopo continued to run around the lakefront, stomping and thumping his way in gleeful strides, until he grew so large that even the trees looked more like small blades of grass. With an inquisitive glance, he moved his foot over the canopy of leaves. The trunks crunched under his body as he brought it down.

He was stunned. The forest had always seemed so dark and menacing to him. There were all sorts of big and scary pokemon hiding in the shadows. Ursaring, Nidoking, beedrill… all of them were too much for a tiny wooper to handle. But now even the largest ursaring would be tiny compared to him. He might even stomp on one without realizing!

The thought made Wopo giggle as he took a few more steps into the forest, his feet and belly destroying everything they came in contact with. Each footfall was a series of crunches and snaps, followed by a huge thud as his body weight dug deep into the ground. Through the foliage, he could see countless small shadows darting out of the way. Most of them were quick enough, but he had a feeling a bunch still ended up under his feet. It gave him a tingle in his belly whenever he thought about some of those little bug pokemon being stomped flat as he simply walked forward.

Wopo continued to play, skipping and jumping through the forest until the trees were so small that it felt more like he was walking through grass than something as impressive as a landscape of wood. He looked around again and saw the world from a point of view he had never experienced before. From his height, he could see everything from the rivers he had loved to swim through to the hills that spread into the distance. There were some mountains on the horizon with snow-capped peaks, and a town of humans not too far away. And, of course, there was the lake that he had called home for his entire life.

As he looked at the cool blue water sparkling in the sunlight, his tongue moved around his lips. Though he hadn’t realized it, he had been playing out in the sun for so long that he was becoming thirsty. Might as well have a drink before he became dehydrated.

A few more titanic stomps brought him back to the water’s edge. He lowered his head until his lips touched the lake’s surface, then he drew it into his mouth. The entire ecosystem was sucked into his body as he continued to fill his mouth with water and then swallow it down in a series of gulps. Though he was vaguely aware of the tiny specks floating around in his mouth, he didn’t realize they were the countless other pokemon that lived in the lake. After all, they were so small that he could barely even feel them anymore.

He drank until he was full, and the lake was no more than a small puddle about as large as one of his feet. The sight of it made him giggle again, then gave him an idea. With a playful smirk, he lifted his paw over the water, eclipsed it in his shadow, then brought down his foot in a huge STOMP. Water splashed from the impact, hit the damp edges of the lake, then flooded back down to his sole. When he lifted his foot, the water flowed back into the crater and took on a new shape, one that perfectly matched his footprint.

Wopo laughed as he looked down at the new landscape. He liked it much better this way. As he was enjoying the concept of everything that he had down, a blast of cold hit his backside. Surprised, but not hurt, Wopo turned around. Standing upon a boulder nestled in the forest was a pokemon he had only seen once before. It stood on four powerful legs with blue and white fur covering its body. A majestic tuft of purple blew in the wind behind it, giving the pokemon a majestic, noble air that commanded reverence and respect. Or at least it would have if Wopo wasn’t about a hundred times its size.

The suicune growled, then launched another ice-bean at Wopo. This time it hit his belly and froze a small patch of water that dripped down over the curve of his stomach. Once again, it barely tickled. Wopo looked at the dog pokemon curiously, then realized what it was trying to do.

It wanted to battle! Of course, that makes sense. A lot of the strong pokemon, like poliwrath or blastoise, liked to battle each other to see who was the strongest. Wopo had never liked fighting, but now it seemed like a fun idea.

And it was Wopo’s turn to attack. With a determined look in his eye, the giant wooper braced himself and jumped into the air. The forest shook from the force of the movement. He launched himself into the sky, his head almost high enough to touch the clouds. The undersides of his feet rained down boulders and mounds of dirt as he sailed forward. The suicune only stared up in awe as Wopo continued the attack.

He came down with all the force of a comet striking earth. The boulders that the legendary pokemon had stood on top of were reduced to rubble under his weight, and the trees that surrounded them were blown back and toppled by the sheer magnitude of the impact. Everything was reduced to rubble under his massive, unstoppable body.

Wopo blinked, looked around, then down at his feet. He lifted one of his paws and found a crater speckled with crushed pebbles and flattened trees. The suicune was nowhere in sight. After a few seconds he smiled, concluding that the legendary pokemon must have fled. That made him the winner!

He waddled forward through the trees, not realizing that the flattened pokemon had been under his other foot.

The giant wooper came to the town of humans after only a few strides. His body loomed over the houses and roads, casting them in shadow. A few of the people were running around like silly little bugs. They hopped into their metal boxes and drove off, or sprinted into their houses. As if that would protect them against something as amazing as Wopo.

Just for fun, he kicked one of the houses that rested nearby. The impact was so great that it was blown apart, the contents sent flying like missiles into the rest of the houses nearby. Though he only meant to destroy one building, the collateral damage to the other homes was massive enough to cause another ten to crumble.

He laughed at the sight. These humans really needed to build stronger houses.

There weren’t many of them in the small town, but Wopo enjoyed stomping through them and crunching them under his oversized feet. They felt really nice to pop when he stepped on them, and reminded him of the crispy leaves in fall. He always loved dashing through the undergrowth after they had tumbled down. If only these houses had been built into a big pile he could jump into.

His daydream paused when he felt an impact in his belly. A loud sound accompanied it and drew his attention to one of the roads that led into the small town. A few of the humans had gathered there in big trucks painted black and white. There was one in the front of the group who held a tube over one shoulder, pointed at Wopo’s belly. The man pulled the trigger and something flew out of the tube in a fiery burst, launched across the town, then impacted Wopo’s belly and exploded.

Wopo flinched at the heat, recalling a battle he once had against a torchic. Though the fire type pokemon had only managed to use ember once before Wopo fled into the lake, it still left a burn. This explosion wasn’t as powerful but it still wasn’t fun. With a frown, the giant wooper advanced toward the group of humans.

Some of them turned and ran as his stomps came closer. Most of them stood where they were, shouting and calling to each other. The man in front who carried the rocket launched took aim and fired, but it still wasn’t enough to leave a mark.

Wopo lifted his foot, casting the group of policemen in the shadow of his body. They all froze as they looked upward at the massive sole, the dirt and debris from his play raining down around them. One pebbled tumbled from the bottom of his foot and smashed into a car, destroying the roof and obliterating the windows.

If these guys wanted to play rough, then Wopo could do the same.

He brought his foot down with a huge THUD. Just like before, everything was lost under his footfall. The cars that were directly under him were smooshed and crushed into broken piles of twisted metal. The dirt was compacted and forced outward until it made a crater that perfectly matched his stomper. Cars that were close by were thrown outward from the sheer magnitude of the impact, many of them rolling on their side and tumbling across the policemen who tried to run away.

Wopo wasn’t concerned with the tiny bugs that were escaping. He was sure that he stomped that mean guy with the rocket launcher flat. The wooper smiled, winning his second battle of the day.

He giggled to himself as he hopped to the final collection of buildings in the town and stomped his way through them. With that final action, the town was leveled and reduced to a smoldering collection of deep footprints and shattered homes.

And that meant Wopo had to find somewhere else to play. He turned away from the town, flopped his huge tail onto the remains just to make sure everything was broken, then skipped forward across the sunlit field.

For the next few minutes, he happily ran through the wilderness, his eyes wide as he discovered places he had never imagined. Wopo had always been a timid and shy little wooper and had remained close to his lake his entire life. Now he could see fields of flowers and grass. He trampled across hills that would have once seemed like mountains and smashed his foot into rivers that at one point would have been too treacherous for him to swim through.

As he played, he became thirsty. When he came to a lake he bent down and sucked it dry, filling his belly with the cool water and everything that normally resided inside of it. At one of these lakes, he found a very angry gyarados. It blasted him with a torrent of water that almost tickled his nose. Wopo just smiled back at the pokemon, then sucked up the remainder of the lake. He could feel the fish pokemon wiggling around inside of his mouth before he gulped it all down.

It kind of tickled too.

The only difficulty he had came when he reached the jagged peaks of a mountain range. The tall slabs of stone were still a bit taller than he was, and climbing was never easy for someone who didn’t have hands. Still, he was able to wiggle his way between the stone spires, knocking a few over and causing massive landslides in the process, until he popped out the other side. There, he saw something he had never before imagined.

A city! It rested offshore a little bit, situated on a collection of tiny islands that baked in the sun. The buildings sparkled and called to him, each one as shiny as the crystal that hung around his neck. He wanted to play amongst those peaks of metal more than he had wanted anything in the entire world!

With great bounding steps, Wopo rushed towards the beach that bordered the ocean, then stomped his way into the salt water. He had only made it deep enough for his feet to be covered by the surf before a flash drew his attention. Something was flying around his head.

Curious, the distracted wooper tried to follow it with his eyes. It was a relatively small shape, no bigger than a bug used to seem, only it moved quickly and caught the light of the sun. Then it launched two small things from its belly. They smoked in the same way as the policeman’s rockets, then smacked into the top of his head and detonated.

Wopo frowned. Why did all of these humans have fire attacks? With a grumble, Wopo gave chase to the jet fighter. It turned on its afterburners to escape, but at his size, Wopo could easily keep up. The wooper leaped forward once he was close enough, spun, then smacked the jet with his huge tail.

The plane sputtered and sparked as it was sent careening, first launched upwards towards the atmosphere, then arcing downward as flames erupted from its backside. Wopo watched its descent with fascination, then hopped forward until he was under the plane. He opened his mouth and simply let the jet flop onto his tongue.

He closed his mouth and bit into the aircraft. Its metal body crunched as it was broken and shattered. To his surprise, the taste wasn’t bad. It had a little bit of a sweetness to it, mixed with a more hearty flavor underneath. Way better than the bugs he normally gobbled out of the air.

With a gulp, he sent it down into his belly with the rest of the things he had swallowed today. Maybe these humans had a use after all, they made great food!

And if their planes were this tasty, what must their buildings be like? Once again, his attention turned toward the city that rested on the nearby islands. With a hop and a skip, he waded his way through the ocean in their direction. In front of him, a wave was created by his belly pushing through the ocean. He was blissfully unaware of it as he came into the shallows and the wave was allowed to crash onto the coast.

It was nearly one hundred feet high and completely swamped anyone who happened to be on the sands, then continued into the city streets where it swept up cars and pedestrians in its wake. Those in the underground subways were suddenly battered as a torrent of water flooded into the tunnels, derailing trains and causing massive electrical damage.

But Wopo wasn’t focused on that, or the screams of those below him, or the frantic movements of the tiny people that tried to get out of his way before his foot crashed down. Instead, he was looking at his reflection in one of the skyscraper’s glass facades.

Though it was a little bit warped and distorted, he still looked cute. Wopo smiled at himself, then did a happy spin. He flinched when he felt his tail slam into the side of the building. Its mass was enough to completely shatter the structure, crumbling the steel support beams and obliterating the windows. Dust flew from the building as it buckled and gave way, then collapsed into a heap of rubble at Wopo’s feet.

The wooper looked down at the devastation. He felt a little silly, since he didn’t mean to destroy it. At the same time, if a flick of his tail was enough to break something then these humans really needed to build better buildings!

Without a care, Wopo walked forward, trampling the remains of the first skyscraper as he hopped into the street that ran through the city. It was just barely wide enough for him to squeeze through, though his head and belly bonked against the buildings with every step. There were more screams, more snaps and pops, and more debris as the structures were damaged and broken. By the time he was halfway across the island, he was so big that he couldn’t take a step without a few of them crumbling.

He stomped forward, swung his foot a little bit too far to the side, and smashed the front of one of the smaller structures. In a puff of smoke it collapsed, taking the rest of the structure with it. Some of the debris even smashed into the nearby buildings, causing them to shake and falter.

This city was just too delicate. Wopo made up his mind. Even though he liked how shiny everything was, he’d have more fun breaking things. With a wide grin, Wopo spun in a great circle. His tail smashed through countless buildings like the world’s most destructive wrecking ball, turning once magnificent structures into rubble and flying debris.

When everything around him was demolished, he hopped over to the closest skyscraper that was still standing. Though it had once been one of the tallest in the city, Wopo was now taller than it. He just seemed to grow more and more.

He leaned forward and looked at his reflection in the mirrored surface of the windows. This time the tint and concrete between them made the image much less interesting. After angling his head to see his full appearance, he had another thought. If that jet was so tasty, what would a building like this taste like?

The wooper opened his mouth wide. Those inside the structure were granted a look at their destination, the maw of the pokemon looming huge in front of them. The tongue slipped out, damp with anticipation of the meal. At the back of his mouth was the black tunnel that so many pokemon and people had already been dragged into. His throat awaited them.

With a CHOMP, Wopo bit into the building and tore a chunk out of it. The steel crumbled under the power of his jaw and cracked into pieces as he chewed. The taste wasn’t as sweet as the jet, but it still had a great texture. Satisfied with his nibble, he gulped down everything in his mouth and went for a second bite.

He only managed three huge mouthfuls before the integrity of the building failed and it collapsed into a pile of rubble below him. Though Wopo was still peckish, he wasn’t going to lick up the remains. After all, anything on the ground was better stomped than eaten. He walked forward, stepping first on the shattered remains of the building, towards the next tower.

He enjoyed his playtime amongst the city, and only stopped when a huge explosion of fire drew his attention. It came from the mountain in the center of the island. The volcano was smoking from its top, with bits of fire and lava leaking out of the caldera on top of it. Curious, Wopo stood on his tiptoes to see what was causing the show of lights.

There was a pokemon in the center of the lake of lava on top of the volcano! Its red scales flashed as rivers of orange and yellow ran across its form. Massive claws were lifted to the sky as it threw its head back and roared. Everyone on the island could hear the bellow of the massive beast.

Of course to Wopo, the primal groudon’s declaration of war was closer to a bug buzzing at him. He smiled at the little guy, then hopped through the city until he came to the base of the volcano. Once again, it was slightly annoying to climb, but he soon reached the top.

Below him, the groudon unleashed an attack that would have been devastating to any normal pokemon. Lava and fire erupted from it and surged outward in a great explosion of heat. It slammed into Wopo’s feet, rolled over their blobby form, then simply moved past him. At least now Wopo’s skin was so thick that the fire barely even registered.

It would take a lot more than that to defeat him!

But if the groudon wanted a battle, he was happy to accept.

The giant wooper mentally went through the attacks that he had learned while normal-sized in his lake. He didn’t have the vast pool of moves like some of the other pokemon he had seen. Though a Hydro Pump would be perfect, the closest thing he had was a Water Gun. A little while ago a friendly Ludicolo taught him Rain Dance, though he didn’t think a storm would do much against a pokemon as legendary and sweltering as a groudon.

He settled on Water Gun. It had been a tried and true resource during his life, and though it wasn’t very effective against the poliwhirl or seekings, it had still saved him from a few close calls with pesky bird pokemon. Why not try it out once again?

The wooper focused on his belly and the tons of water that he had gulped down during his playtime. He wiggled his hips and wagged his tail as he concentrated on the forces he needed to muster. Water began to fill his mouth and puffed up his cheeks. Though it was just a single gulp for him, the pure volume of what he was about to unleash was beyond reason. It was an entire lake’s worth, a true torrent that could only be rivaled by dams breaking and tidal waves.

He shot it forward. The deluge of water was like nothing that had come before. It was as if a violent and turbulent river had been shot out of a cannon, and it all rushed toward the groudon on top of the volcano without mercy or remorse. In a poor attempt to defend itself, the legendary pokemon brought up the maga as a shield. It was nothing compared to the torrent of water.

The Water Gun blasted into the groudon and the magma of the volcano. Earth and stone were ripped apart by the force of the blast and sent far, far into the ocean. Steam exploded as the cold flow drove into the magma. The entire mountain trembled from the pure force of the blast.

Before Wopo had even finished the explosion of water, the mountain gave way. Its sides turned to mud and the stone that formed its core was cracked and shattered. The lava inside that had been building pressure for countless eons was finally allowed to explode forth. In a show of steam, rock, and magma, the volcano erupted. It still wasn’t anything compared to Wopo’s singular attack.

At one point groudon was one of the most powerful pokemon in the entire world. He could raise islands from the ocean and control the volcanos that dominated the land. Now, he was about to be defeated in a single move.

Wopo looked around happily as the last bits of water dribbled over his lips. Most of the mountain had been completely ripped away or blown off. The groudon was nowhere to be seen, either buried under the rubble or blown far out to the ocean. It didn’t matter which. All that mattered was that Wopo had won.

Lava oozed out from the ground and enveloped the city. It surged into the ocean and created waves that swamped the coastline. All but the tallest, sturdiest towers were toppled, and the mountain itself crumbled as if it were made of mud. By the time it was over, Wopo was left standing in a muddy bog of earth and lava, unfazed.

Wopo giggled. He was kind of hoping the groudon would be more of a challenge. But that’s just how battles go when you’re as big as a city.

Wopo glanced around. There was so much more he could do. Other islands existed at the edge of his vision, many of them dotted with cities just like the one he had some much fun leveling. He could swim through the ocean and dive to its deepest depths without fear. He could simply walk around and explore like no other pokemon had ever done.

But there was one pokemon that he had to deal with first. Its appearance was heralded by a thunderstorm. Lightning surged from black clouds not too far above Wopo’s head. When the bolts flashed, the outline of a creature was barely visible through the black forms. It was long and radiant, its body a beacon of power and primal force. When the clouds parted and its amazing existence was revealed, hallowed in lightning, even Wopo was impressed.

Rayquaza! Empowered by the might of the storm and the defeat of the other legendary pokemon, it glowed with primal energy. Though it was still smaller than one of Wopo’s paws, the wooper felt a rush of excitement. If he could have fun with any pokemon, it would be a legend as powerful as this!

The dragon acted first, calling upon the might of the heavens. The black clouds were ripped apart as meteors hurtled through the atmosphere, glowing and wrapped in fire. When they struck the ocean, they caused tsunamis. When they hit the land, they left craters that were miles wide. When they struck Wopo, they bounced off like tiny pebbles.

The wooper simply stood in place for a moment. He wasn’t sure if this was the full attack, or if it was just the build-up. It certainly looked impressive, but it hurt even less than that torchic’s ember attack from so long ago. When the last meteor had fallen and Wopo was sure that it was done, he smirked. Now it was his turn.

He eyed the legendary dragon. It had descended from the clouds and hovered in front of him, almost perfectly at eye level. Wopo knew what would be the most fun. He stepped forward and jumped at the dragon. It turned and tried to use its superspeed to avoid the attack, but Wopo’s mouth was too large.

With a SMACK, Wopo brought his lips together. He managed to catch the rayquaza’s tail. Though the dragon squirmed and desperately tried to fly away, there was no escape. Wopo held it tightly and enjoyed the little game. Then he slowly sucked it into his mouth. Like a slippery noodle, the legendary pokemon was dragged over Wopo’s damp lips. It tried to rip and grab the wooper’s skin but its claws couldn’t pierce the amazing body. It launched a hyperbeam at point blank range, but even this bounced off of the giant.

The rayquaza screamed and fought as it was pulled further inside, until only its head remained free. Then, with a simple POP, Wopo slurped it all the way into his mouth. Even then, the rayquaza didn’t give in. It fought against Wopo’s tongue as he playfully pushed it around his mouth. Outraged, it sent a flurry of fire through his spittle. It added a bit of spice to its flavor.

Once Wopo was satisfied, he did the one thing he was waiting for. With his huge tongue, he shoved the rayquaza toward the back of his mouth. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and then gulped.

Even a pokemon as mighty as rayquaza was nothing more than a snack to him. The little lump moved down his throat, through his esophagus, and then finally plopped into his belly.

With the most supreme threat defeated, Wopo hopped and skipped his way through the ocean. The clouds cleared and the sun returned. The Earth trembled under his footsteps as towns and cities were leveled.

The military couldn’t stop him. Mythic pokemon couldn’t stop him. Nothing could stop him. The entire world was his playing, and the globe itself was just a toy for him to stomp across.

And Wopo loved every second of it. This gemstone really was the best thing he had ever found!

Wopo continued to grow bigger and bigger the more he played. Soon entire cities were reduced to tiny clusters of buildings and roadways that reminded him of patches of moss on wet stones. The tallest towers were akin to the grass he would carelessly walk through when he was still tiny. Skyscrapers crumbled under the weight of his feet as he walked across them. The landscape trembled with every footfall, and even the great mountains that had once been annoying to cross became nothing more than a slight hill.

He had a lot of fun stomping their peaks and thumping them flat with his tail. When Wopo was finished, they didn’t stick out of the landscape at all. Once they were insurmountable pinnacles of rock and stone, a testament to the Earth’s power. Now they were nothing.

Wopo was by far the largest thing that had ever existed. The mountain ranges were pathetic, the oceans were easily crumbled, and nothing the humans could do mattered. They didn’t even try to stop him anymore. The most they could do was try to flee from his huge, stompy feet.

Eventually, he grew to the size of continents. Each step he took was an earthquake that damaged the planet. Each one of his footprints was a newly formed ring of mountains with a huge lake of lava at the bottom. He could stand in the deepest parts of the ocean and laugh as it barely even came up to his belly. When he bent down for a drink, he sucked in so much water that it forever changed the coastline.

So many pokemon were flattened as he skipped across the plains, or lay down in the jungles near the equator for a little nap in the sun. Small bug pokemon, strong fighting types, creepy ghosts, and even legendaries. They were all smooshed and squashed under his body as he simply existed. They were no more than bacteria or bugs to him now.

Wopo loved this. He could do whatever he wanted, and no one could ever stop him! He could smack the ground with his tail and obliterate entire civilizations, stomp across cities, and change the world into whatever shape he wanted. And, if he ever grew too bored, he had a feeling his Water Gun would be a blast. Though he wasn’t sure if the Earth would even remain intact by the end of it!

But he could play around with destroying the planet later. For now, he just loved hopping across its surface. He was the largest pokemon to ever exist, and that’s the way it should be.