An Exercise in Self-Control
      
      
      “Why aren’t you doing anything?” Rukh asked, his voice flat and level even as he moved fluidly at a speed that could barely be tracked by the untrained eye, thrusting out one arm with his hand balled up into a fist. His plain shorts and shirt rippled loosely, just as his short dark hair rustled and the pale blue bands hanging from the sides of his head whirled all around him.
      
      “Does it look like I’m not doing anything?!” Non asked back incredulously, barely managing to lunge out of the way, though the rushing wind brushing against his side almost felt as forceful as the actual blow. He wished it could have ended there, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the other Milotic still approaching him and dodged once more, this time with substantially less grace as his exhaustion caught up to him more and more. “If I were doing nothing then I’d just stand still and let you smack me around!”
      
      “That doesn’t mean anything,” he said plainly, an angry growl rolling around the edges of his syllables, as he swung one leg out and Non barely ducked down before it hit him. “You won’t get anywhere in a fight if you do nothing but play on the defensive. Throw a damn punch already.”
      
      “Alright…fine!” As soon as Non regained his balance, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and reared back, screaming a battle cry as he threw his fist directly at Rukh’s face.
      
      In response, Rukh immediately spun in place, using one arm to catch the attack aimed at him and knock it to the side, and while Non was left open he slammed his open palm against his chest and sent him flying backward, rolling across the mats covering the floor they had been fighting on before coming to a stop, sprawled face-down.
      
      “Mngh…ow, fuck,” he groaned as he lifted his head up, long ribbons of purple hair trailing across the ground, “dammit, Rukh, you hit me right in the boob! Again!”
      
      “You have the most padding there, it’s the safest place to strike without incurring too much damage,” he replied matter-of-factly as he brushed his own ribbons of blue hair over his shoulders. “You should be thankful we’re just practicing. A real opponent would have gone with the most obvious target by now and just kneed you in the crotch.”
      
      “Doesn’t mean it hurts any less…” Non grumbled as he shakily rose to his feet again, massaging his bosom, the pair of white melon-sized globes contained only by a band of black cloth wrapping all around his chest.
      
      “Let’s just take a break for now,” the shiny Milotic said with an exasperated sigh, placing his palm against his forehead and rubbing his temples while he turned and walked away, “it’s obvious you’re going to need a breather to get your strength back.”
      
      “It doesn’t matter how much strength I have if you’re still just going to plow through me every single time!” Non yelled back indignantly, mustering enough frustration to harden his posture, even though at the back of his mind he really didn’t want to get into another fight.
      
      “Non, we’ve explained it to you before, Rukh’s been purposefully holding himself back so you can be on more even ground with him,” Lotus said from where she sat on the sidelines, resting on a bench that was only just large enough to support the girth of her rear.
      
      “If he were trying to give me a chance to beat him then he’d just stand there and let me win,” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t know how you expect me to do anything otherwise.”
      
      “You don’t gain anything if victory is just handed to you,” Lotus continued with a stern frown as she stood up and came closer to him, her own far more bulbous chest bobbing pendulously within the confines of her dark uniform, creamy scales bulging out between the holes of the fishnet covering stretched across her cleavage, bouncing lightly atop her gut. “There’s no point if you don’t actually put any work toward it. Just look at me, I’m way bigger than you are and I can still keep up with Rukh when he’s fighting for real. Do you think I just got that way overnight?”
      
      Non didn’t answer immediately, only pursing his lips and grumbling as he looked away, before saying under his breath, “It’d be way easier if I could just use my magic…”
      
      “We’ve been over this a dozen times already,” Rukh said, easily hearing him despite his attempt to keep his voice down, as he whipped around to face him again, “you can’t expect to rely on that all the time, you never know if there might be a situation where you can’t use your magic. With your old body it was easy for you to fend off physical assaults with your sheer bulk, but now that you’re small you need to actually develop a technique for dealing with direct combat.”
      
      “Well…I can…make myself big again, if I want to!” the white Milotic retorted, “I bet then you wouldn’t be able to just push me around! And I don’t even need the same kind of magic for that, no one can block me from that!”
      
      “Are you sure? You still don’t really have control over those abilities do you?” Lotus interjected skeptically, though there was more than a hint of worry in her tone.
      
      “Ha, shows what you two know,” he replied with a pompous smirk stretching across his cheeks, planting his hands on his hips, “because while you’ve been plotting these training death matches to push me through I’ve been practicing that on my own, and I can use it just as well as my normal magic now!”
      
      “Oh really?” Rukh asked with the driest, sharpest edge of sarcasm imaginable, “I bet you were still getting a whole lot of ‘exercise’ with your hands, huh?”
      
      “Hmph, go ahead and assume what you want,” Non said, snorting a huff of hot air and turning his snout upward haughtily before turning away, “but both of you are going to have to think twice about being able to beat me so easily once I’m able to squash you again!”
      
      As he placed his hands over his stomach, he could feel something inside himself begin to churn and roil, like some kind of parasitic creature yearning to escape after incubating in his bowels, but he had managed to grow used to that sensation – if anything he almost found it pleasurable in a way now, if only because of what would soon follow it. He began to gently massage the doughy layer of flab over his abdomen, and the presence within him responded with a low rumble like a cat’s purring, pleased by the attention he was giving to it, and so it was willing to listen to his commands. [i]Let’s do something familiar…[/i] he thought to himself as he licked his lips in anticipation, [i]I need to remind them of my former glory.[/i]
      
      The white Milotic teetered in place momentarily, moaning softly as he felt the mass of his paunch increasing, scaly fat pushing back against and oozing between his fingers while he continued to rub its surface, the slight glob of fat quickly developing into a full gut that pushed out and rolled over his waist, obscuring the prominent bulge in his black shorts formed by his crotch. He slowly let his hands work their way downward, feeling the thick folds forming along his sides before reaching his hips, willing them to push further outward, and his shapely legs thickened further, thighs accumulating thick layers of lard that began to sag downward, obscuring distinction between thighs and calves and ankles. Moving back upward, he pushed more firmly against his skin, feeling the bones nestled at the center of the layers of flesh, and as he dragged his palms along his spine lengthened, the entire frame of his skeleton expanding, his height increasing rapidly, looming even taller than both Rukh and Lotus in less than a minute. An almost mad grin stretched across his chubbier cheeks as he reached the best part, cupping his hands around his overly feminine chest, squeezing the bloated globes as they rapidly grew even larger to catch up with the rest of his body, swelling past the size of watermelons, then beach balls, then weather balloons, reaching far beyond the breadth of his arms, let alone a size that could fit in his hands.
      
      “Now what do you think?” Non said with a smirk, loud stomps echoing through the room with every step of his feet pounding against the floor, standing at a colossal size nearly twice as tall as he had been before, which emphasized his enormous bulk even more. His belly hung down to his knees, an immense blob of white scales marked by deep creases etched across its surface large enough to contain a dozen people and still have room for more, though it couldn’t entirely obscure the great breadth of his legs, each limb wider than most tree trunks, and it in turn was mostly covered by the shelf of his bosom, a pair of globes that would put many women to shame by comparison. He had the foresight to enchant his clothes so that they would be able to stretch enough to accommodate his significantly enhanced figure, but not quite enough to perfectly keep up with his new girth – after all, half the fun was in feeling the tightness of the cloth dig into his skin, buttocks bulging around the edges of his shorts and swollen hills of cleavage rising up from his top.
      
      “I think you’re still Non, and you still have just as little combat practice as you did before,” Rukh said flatly with his arms crossed over his chest, “now all you’ve done is made yourself an even bigger target.”
      
      The giant Milotic pouted, puffing out his cheeks, and said, “Oh yeah, well…I’d like to see your punches put a dent in me now that I’m properly armored!”
      
      “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to, Non,” Lotus said with a chuckle as she moved to stand next to her brother, her voluptuous hourglass figure contrasting greatly with his toned physique, “we’ve both thrown around things much bigger than you before. Besides, it’s not really the same when we know that all that bulk you’ve got is fake; you’re not really the genuine article anymore.” She none-too-subtly cupped her hands against the sides of her bosom, squeezing the creamy flesh.
      
      Non’s angry frown grew substantially more enraged, his pupils narrowing within the black pools of his eyes, and there was another rumble inside his body, something appearing to visibly bulge and writhe beneath the surface of his skin. “And just what do you expect me to do after what happened to my old body?!” he yelled, and the entire room trembled even more than it had from the tremors produced by his movements, “After what you did to me?!” And he jabbed one finger forward accusingly at them, causing Rukh to flinch ever so slightly, the jolting motion interrupting his stoic stillness almost imperceptible to anyone other than Non and Lotus. “I bet you wouldn’t have said that about Catherine,” he growled, clenching his fists, “it’s just fine when other Milotics use magical augmentations for their bodies but not Non, he’s just being a big faker!”
      
      “Non, that’s…” Lotus began, stuttering, shaking her head, “that’s not…what I meant…I was just-”
      
      “You know better than to speak lightly of Catherine, Non,” Rukh interjected, placing a hand on Lotus’ shoulder as he stood partially in front of her for protection, “and you also know that we’d never think ill of her either, we loved her just as much as you did.”
      
      “No…you’ll never understand what Catherine meant to me,” Non hissed, lips curled back to show his teeth, as he placed his hands against the sides of his own chest, squeezing, almost wringing the pale flesh, “but that doesn’t matter…I learned everything I know from her…and that includes the best way to handle any fight…the breast way!” With a low rumble like thunder, his oversized bosom quivered slightly before abruptly exploding in size, spilling forth over the slope of his stomach and expanding like water balloons hooked up to a fire hose – and this time his clothes didn’t even have a chance to catch up with him, his black tube top tearing down the middle before tearing apart completely, leaving the swelling globes to sag freely with the engorged purple nipples at their far ends exposed. In a matter of seconds the breasts had spilled all the way to the floor and then begun to push forward in an advancing glacier of mammary flesh, already each one of them large enough to account for the mass of the rest of Non’s main body and continuing to swell rapidly.
      
      Rukh and Lotus both stood unflinching in the face of the immense boulders of white-scaled flab bearing down upon them, not making any kind of effort to move out of the way even though it would have been simple for either of them to do so. Instead they met the behemoth breasts head-on, holding out their arms and holding back the tide with their hands, muscles bulging underneath their skin; neither of them budged an inch, though they couldn’t completely stop the amorphous blobs, as they continued to bulge around their forms and threaten to engulf them. “Hoped we wouldn’t have to deal with another temper tantrum like this for a while longer,” Rukh said with an exasperated, almost bored groan, his thin form standing like a rock with a tidal wave crashing down upon it.
      
      “We kind of did antagonize him a little too much this time,” Lotus said, feeling slightly more pressure upon her as she couldn’t quite reach beyond the extent of her own chest, creamy bosom mashing against the squishy wall in front of her.
      
      “He needs more discipline, he’s still too stuck in the mentality of his coddled childhood,” Rukh insisted, taking a step forward when he felt his heels being dragged against the mat beneath him, “we’re never going to get anywhere if he keeps trying to resort to this.”
      
      “Well…maybe we can show him that this still isn’t enough to help give him an advantage?” the larger Milotic asked.
      
      “And just how do you plan on doing that?”
      
      “Here…like this,” she replied with a smirk, “just follow my lead.”
      
      Non was starting to laugh maniacally, even as the mountainous breasts attached to his chest started to rise up into a pair of hills high above his head with a deep valley between them, forced upward now that they were no longer able to push forward, their girth so monstrously large that he couldn’t possibly have lifted them off the ground anymore. “Still think I feel fake now?!” he yelled between his mad cackles, feeling the writhing mass inside him continue to stretch his skin more and more without end, “I’ll fill this whole room if I have to, then we’ll see what good your stupid training is when there’s no space to move!”
      
      He started to feel a different kind of pressure though, one that was steadily building as it pushed deeper and deeper into his bulk, and even though he couldn’t see anything other than his own cleavage he knew it was Rukh and Lotus pushing back against him, wading through the flood of flesh. “Still think you can resist my domination?!” he shouted, gritting his teeth with determination, “Fine, keep on trying, but I’ll have to unleash my full might upon you!” And he willed the expansion of his body to proceed at an even faster rate, and in short order his breasts pushed up against the ceiling above him, filling over half of the space in the room.
      
      “Ngh- he’s not giving up!” Lotus exclaimed, struggling to keep from losing her footing and getting swept up in the wave, the overflowing flesh spreading so much that she could barely even maintain her position without it being shoved against her face.
      
      “So? That doesn’t mean you’re going to give up, does it?” Rukh’s voice said from somewhere to her left, his form obscured by the massive white cliffs, his flat words laced with an edge of jest, “Just follow my lead if you’re having trouble.”
      
      “Heh…I never thought you to be one to show off, Rukh,” she said with a chuckle as she mustered as much of her energy as she could and redoubled her efforts.
      
      Non didn’t bother paying much attention anymore though to the two smaller Milotics trying in vain – or so he thought – to oppose him, instead focusing almost entirely upon the sensations of his body continuing to swell in size. If anything, Rukh and Lotus’ struggle almost contributed to his pleasure even more, his jaw hanging slack and letting his tongue loll out as he felt them knead his gargantuan form, strong hands pushing forcefully at his overflowing flesh. His mind almost blanked out completely as he forgot about what had been going on and simply held out his arms to encompass as much of his bosom as he could reach, squeezing the flab lovingly, burying his head in his own cavernous cleavage.
      
      The giant Milotic was only shaken out of his stupor when he felt a different, far more unusual kind of pushing sensation within the enormous bulk of his form. Although his feet remained anchored where they had been, his siblings continued to push against him, but instead of his colossal breasts merely squishing further outward in response he could feel them recede backward, and the mass that had been accumulated within them leaked back into his body. “What?! H-hey, that’s not how you’re supposed to work!” he cried out as he looked down at his chest, clutching where his bosom connected to his sternum, but it wouldn’t stop its flow. It felt bizarre, to say the least, to have his body mass shift around within the confines of his skin in a manner far more liquid than normal fat ought to behave, but he had experimented with the ability to transfer his bulk before, and now the strangest part was in being unable to control it.
      
      He could feel the tension in his skin decreasing as the mass inside it vacated its confines, oozing back into his torso, bulging as it was forced through his abdomen and down to his lower body, and there it all began to accumulate in the midst of his panic. There were groans of stretching seams as his shorts began to be pulled even tighter across the breadth of his hips, as they were unable to adequately cover his burgeoning thighs and buttocks. His legs thickened in their entirety, looking less like limbs and more like swollen lumps upon which his torso was balanced, the joints of ankles and elbows becoming virtually indistinct as rolls of flesh sagged over each other, feet getting swallowed up in the uniform blob that his buttocks, thighs, and calves had all merged into. The front of his body was still completely obscured underneath the all-encompassing bulk of his bosom, but underneath it there was a surge of electrical stimulation running through his groin as his crotch bulged out from beneath the apron-like folds of his belly.
      
      Non tried desperately to push back with his own force, to save the glorious mass of his chest, but even with his far superior size he couldn’t compete with Rukh and Lotus’ sheer brute strength, and his desperation grew as he felt himself continue to shrink, enough that he could actually see over the horizon of his own bosom again (a trait which he might be the only person in the world to not consider positive). His mobility had already been negligible at best, but it became even worse when he was not only being anchored in place by his breasts hanging down and resting upon the floor but also his ass sagging out behind him so much that even in a standing position he was effectively sitting down, his legs swollen into engorged globs of white flesh that formed a shelf stretching all around him, and his tail hung down over the crevasse formed between the two globular cheeks, too thick to move with the same dexterity it once had. There was one last snap as his shorts, having been reduced to a size that far more resembled a thong, finally gave up completely, and with his chest receding further so that it no longer completely overshadowed the rest of his body he was left truly naked, exposing the bloated, boulder-sized balls hanging from his nethers and resting upon the floor, with an enormous fleshy shaft thicker than a tree trunk and colored the same luxuriant purple as his nipples draped over them.
      
      “Aw…” he moaned in disappointment as he held his breasts nestled in the crooks of his arms, the gigantic spheres having shrunken down to a size which he could actually hold within the span he could reach. He had all but completely forgotten about the entire reason that he had decided to enlarge himself in the first place, only that he had started it, and now that that moment was over he felt all the emptier for it.
      
      “Huh…well that’s a new look,” Rukh commented with a rare hint of honest surprise as he took a step backward to get away from the colossal mountain of white scales.
      
      “Not quite what I was expecting,” Lotus admitted, wiping the sweat from her brow after exerting herself so much, “I thought we’d just…tip him over and let him get smothered in his own tits…but I guess this works just as well for our purposes.”
      
      “Well, Non,” the shiny Milotic said, placing his hands firmly on his hips, “what do you have to say now? Still think being fat is the end-all be-all for every conflict?”
      
      Non looked upward from mourning over his lost bust size, his gaze falling upon his two tormenting trainers, and suddenly he remembered everything again, the fiery furnace of anger inside him becoming stoked once more. “You just…you just got lucky this time, that’s all!” he yelled insistently, even though he almost felt like he was trying to convince himself that he was speaking the truth more than anything, “I still haven’t gotten enough practice yet, when I’m really good at controlling my size you won’t be able to do that anymore! And…and don’t act like this is over, either! I’m still way bigger than both of you, I can squash you like a big! I just need to…just…need to…to…”
      
      He grunted and groaned as he tried to haul himself forward, which seemed to be almost completely impossible with his overgrown legs, so thick that they couldn’t bend in the slightest and the gargantuan ass cheeks behind him were far too heavy to be moved by such feeble limbs, only jiggling ineffectually like giant molds of gelatin. His immobility was further aggravated by the fact that whenever he felt like he was managing to push forward even a little bit, in doing so his legs had to bump into his testicles, prompting a small wince of shock as the sensitive skin was agitated. “Ngh…mff…well…you’ll just see!” Non boasted, attempting to remain confident even as his attempts to walk continued to fail, “As soon as you get anywhere near me, I’ll crush you like a pancake!”
      
      Rukh rolled his eyes and took a look at Lotus, who shrugged her shoulders in response and shook her head. “Alright then,” the thin Milotic said as he stepped forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Non and crossed his arms over his chest, “go ahead and crush me.”
      
      “Oh…uh…” With his bluff getting called out, Non made one last-ditch attempt to hurl himself forward, but the closest thing to movement out of his lower extremities he could manage was one small bounce of his cock from his vigorous flailing, and then he collapsed again, exhausted.
      
      “Yeah, I thought not.” And with the smallest fraction of his strength he could limit himself to, Rukh lifted one leg and tapped his foot against Non’s swollen scrotum. Even such a miniscule impact though was more than enough to send a wave of agony coursing through his sensitive nerves, and with a small pained squeal he froze up completely, and like a felled tree he slowly tipped to the side before collapsing altogether, thigh flesh spreading out against the floor, doubled over with his hands clasped against his crotch.
      
      “Now what?” Lotus asked, looking after Rukh even as he was already beginning to walk away in the direction of the exit.
      
      “Might as well take a break for lunch,” he replied, wringing out the kinks in his muscles, “there’s no point in trying to do anything else until he shrinks down again, and it’ll be better if we leave him alone for that.”
      
      Non almost wasn’t even paying attention to the other two Milotics as they left, his senses still thrown off by the overload of pressure applied to his genitals, leaving him only to groan quietly as he massaged his engorged testicles in an attempt to appease them. His own gentle touch still caused him discomfort, but rather in that sexual kind of manner where the pressure almost managed to feel pleasurable, and as he continued he could feel a similar tingling sensation in his cock, the length of purple flesh starting to straighten out in front of him. [i]Well…I was going to have to do something to get rid of all this mass.[/i]