The Southern Pole
      
      
      “Cree, do you…you don’t really think this is a good idea, do you?” Sieg asked nervously, sitting completely naked on the bed, his legs brought up against his torso with his arms wrapped around them in turn, even his tail desperately curled against him. The bedroom was rather dim, the world outside the lone window covered by the black of night and the light of the moon blocked by blinds, leaving only the dull glow of a single lamp sitting on a nightstand, though the gloom wasn’t enough to hide the deep crimson blush on his cheeks.
      
      “Why of course I do!” the giant Articuno replied heartily to him as she finished stripping off her tight swimsuit, before turning around to face him directly. Sieg almost felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her massive, majestic form exposed to him, the supple, swollen curves of her broad hips and round, sagging belly, and her full breasts with pert nipples pointing directly at him, all covered in a layer of smooth blue feathers; despite this being a regular sight for him, he still couldn’t help but be taken aback by her beauty. Her long, ribbon-like tail swayed behind her as she came sauntering closer to him, towering over him once again now that his growth from earlier in the day had worn off, and she looked upon him with the edges of her beak curling into a mischievous smirk. “I’m curious to see if I can do just what that Vaporeon hussy did, and I want to try it in a way that isn’t just turning you into a blob,” she said, her voice deep and heavy with lust as she leaned forward over the bed, her bosom hanging down toward the mattress. “Now stop being so bashful and relax.”
      
      The Glaceon clenched his body together tighter for a moment, trying to hide his face behind his knees, but he gradually loosened his posture and sank into a normal sitting position, resting his legs flat and spread apart. Without the innumerable layers of fat swaddling his body, his toned musculature was now visible again, and there was also no sagging paunch to censor his crotch, exposing the thick shaft of pinkish flesh that jutted from his loins, like an overstuffed sausage, and the bulging blue sac beneath it, a rather impressive size considering his stature. He had managed to keep his arousal at bay with the help of his anxiousness, but a twinge rushed through him when Cree prodded them with her thick, feathery fingers; she glanced up at him one more time, but despite her evident glee he could tell that she was awaiting confirmation, and so with one last nervous gulp he nodded his head.
      
      The large bird opened her beak, a pale blue glow emanating from within and cold air wafting out, the atmosphere crackling as ice crystals formed, before a beam of icy energy shot out, aimed straight for his groin. The attack hit home and Sieg bit his lip as he felt the frigid chill quickly turn into warmth filling his body, wondering if he should pull out, but within seconds the expected reaction was observed as his genitals rapidly inflated like balloons filling with air, albeit heavier, more substantial. He yelped as his testicles went from the size of tennis balls to baseballs, basketballs, and beach balls nearly instantly and showing no signs of stopping, while his cock, resting upon them, thickened and lengthened, quickly becoming larger than his legs. The rest of his body also showed noticeable changes, his hips and thighs widening into a rather effeminate bottom-heavy figure, spreading out to accommodate for the additional girth between them, and a thin dome of pudge pushed out from his abdomen, but these changes were eclipsed by the swelling phallus.
      
      When Cree cut off her Ice Beam, the Glaceon quickly brought his hands to his crotch as if in an attempt to cover himself, but his small palms couldn’t even begin to cover the immense mountains of meat. He could hardly move his legs, the limbs having become almost completely hidden beneath the mass of his scrotum, each of the gigantic globes the size of a beanbag chair, contained within a tight pouch of thin blue fur. His member was so gigantic that it seemed a miracle it could even be attached to his body in the first place, the dull pink column nearly practically like a fallen log, nearly as wide around as his waist, and while he couldn’t quite tell from his current vantage point it looked like it could very easily be as long as he was tall, if not more.
      
      “Oh…god…” Sieg muttered, starting to pant heavily as he touched the sensitive flesh, waves of pleasure already beginning to wash over him as he felt blood fill the massive shaft, heat coursing through it while it steadily began to go from flaccid and limp to stiffer, straighter. He wriggled about languidly, arcing his back and twisting his hips, but he found that he could scarcely move at all from his current position, pinned down by his own mass.
      
      “Ohhh, yes,” Cree said hungrily as she laid her own hands on his enormous cock, her thick fingers able to cover more surface but still not the whole thing, before beginning to sensuously massage its length, her touch spreading fire through his loins, “now [i]this[/i] was definitely worth all that trouble on the beach.”
      
      “You…you don’t expect me to…shove this in you, do you?!” the Glaceon said back between labored breaths. “I don’t…mean this as an insult but…I don’t think you’d be able to take this much, Cree!”
      
      “Hmm…” The Articuno hummed to herself while she thought, even as she placed her cheek directly against the side of the hardening fleshy spire lovingly. “Maybe not…not yet, anyway. We can start you off smaller some other time and work back up to this size. For now though…that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun!”
      
      She then abandoned all pretense and outright grabbed the pink column, she hugging it close to her body squeezed against her stomach and between her breasts, as she climbed up onto the bed. Sieg moaned loudly from the rush of stimulation washing over him all at once, her strong grip putting pressure upon him that built upon the pressure that was already growing within him, pent-up lust yearning for release. Helped by her embracing arms, his cock was almost completely rigid and pointed straight up, placing a great weight upon his waist, as it nearly reached up to scrape the ceiling of the bedroom.
      
      After a few moments of nuzzling, however, Cree loosened her grip, backing away with a frown on her face. “You know…it somehow never really occurred to me how hard a giant dick would be to rest against,” she said matter-of-factly, squeezing the fleshy mass between her hands, which offered very little yield, though it nonetheless elicited a sharp cry from the Glaceon, “it doesn’t really feel as comfy as your fat moobs.”
      
      “It doesn’t really feel all that comfortable to be the one having the giant dick either, you know!” Sieg shouted, mustering just enough frustration to keep his speech steady despite the painful pleasure that wracked his nerves.
      
      “I think I’m going to need something softer to hug,” she said, seemingly ignoring his protests, as she released her hold on him. While the overgrown member had become quite erect, it hadn’t been quite enough for it to remain completely straight on its own power, and so without Cree’s support it began to tilt, and the Glaceon could only watch in horror as it came crashing down on top of him like a felled tree.
      
      “Mmm…this is much better,” the Articuno said contentedly as she lay down with her head resting upon his swollen testicles, which felt soft and squishy with an extra degree of comfort added by the thin layer of fur covering them, though it felt significantly less so for Sieg himself as the massive globes were filled with far more sensitive contents than fat would be. “It’s been a long day, I think I’ll just…take a rest for a while,” she said with a yawn as she closed her eyes, and now he knew that there was no way for him to move without waking her. He wasn’t sure what was worse: the weight of his girlfriend resting upon his balls or the weight of his own phallus smothering him, heat radiating through the pink flesh. He received an answer, however, when he became aware a wet, sticky sensation spreading over his length, leaking from within, now dribbling down to dampen his hair.