Synopsis: Years ago, a young Pokémon trainer had a supernatural encounter in a house in Lumiose City. Now, he is in the city for the first time in a while, just remembered the events, and decides to return to the house...

Contains: giantess growth (normal sized to ~50 meters/~165 feet), playfully gentle giantess, nudity, breastplay and insertion.

With a quiet ping-sound, the elevator came to a halt, and its doors slid open. Without as much as a thought, he stepped outside into the hallway, onto the blue carpet with its tile pattern. He knew that on this floor, he would be able to find some offices, as it was all reserved for commercial use. Chances were, some of the workers would have some time to kill with a Pokémon battle, or be willing to part with some helpful goodies. The people of Lumiose City were generally pretty helpful to young trainers such as him.

Before he could however even take a step forward, he noticed that something was… off. The hallway was entirely empty, and though this was not necessarily out of the ordinary, he suddenly had the feeling that this was not how it was meant to be. He was all alone.

And yet not.

Without any warning, things went dark around him. It wasn’t a mere flickering of the lights, too: one moment, the sun shone in from the opposite end of the hallway, and the lamps were turned on. Then, it was black around him.

Then the lights were back.

Then the darkness was back.

When the lights returned after this, he had completely frozen up. Without turning around, he knew that something was behind him. A presence, observing him, evaluating him…

And then it moved. Still even unable to turn his head, his gaze darted to the corner of his vision – and then he saw her. A young, black-haired woman, about a head taller than him, wearing a dark purple, nearly black dress, with elaborate, spider web-like patterns on it. Not walking past him, but somehow floating, her head turned away from him…

She seemed to be flesh and blood, but he knew that she likely was not. Her head facing away from him, she floated a few meters in front of him, and stopped.

“No, you’re not the one…” a voice came, no doubt hers. But it was faint, nothing more than a whisper… and yet, filled with… regret? Sadness?

Still not turning around to face him, the apparition continued to float down the hallway, further and further away.

And then she was gone. Not just from his sight, but he could feel that she was not there any more.

Letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, he dropped to his knees. Cold sweat was running down his skin, as his heart was racing. Inside of him, there was an absolute torrent of emotions, shock and fear chief among them. But somewhere beyond it all, there was one thought that still made itself known – this apparition, this woman… she had somehow seemed…

Beautiful.

“Excuse me, sir? We are nearly there.”

Calem opened his eyes. He was still sitting on the back seat of the taxi. Outside, he could see the lights of the nightly Lumiose City passing by.

“Ah. Thanks for telling me,” he answered, still feeling a bit sleepy.

It had been a rough day. Just a few hours ago, he had arrived at the port in Coumarine City, and that had been after an even longer boat ride all the way from Hulbury in Galar. But, these sorts of lengthy trips were just part of everyday life when you were the Pokémon League Champion of Kalos, and one of the most renowned Pokémon trainers worldwide. Entertaining as the tournament in Galar was, Calem was more than glad to be in his home country. Granted, he wouldn’t be home in Vaniville Town once the taxi arrived, but a room at hotel Richissime would do just fine. He really needed some more sleep.

While letting out a yawn, he reflected on the dream he just had. Really though, it wasn’t exactly a dream… all of these things had for a fact happened, so they were really more like memories than anything else. This had been several years ago, still a short while before he had defeated the then current league champion Diantha, and become champion himself. It was odd that he recalled it now, of all times. And it wasn’t even like it had been a nightmare – it had just been an… odd dream.

Suddenly, Calem perked up. What a coincidence… the taxi was just now passing the building where he had encountered the apparition. Without much of a thought in his head, he looked up and down the building as they drove past, his eyes scanning floors and floors of dark windows…

Except, they weren’t all dark.

Calem’s eyes widened. There, up on the fourth floor or so, one window was illuminated.

And the silhouette standing in it seemed awfully familiar.

Before he had the time to process this, or even look at the window for long enough so that he could be certain, the taxi was already past the building. For a brief moment, Calem considered calling out to the driver, telling him to let him out here – but decided against it. No need to make the taxi driver wonder what was going on here… he had probably just been imagining things.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hotel. Calem paid the driver, and turned down his offer to get the suitcase out of the back of the car. Instead, the champion pulled out one of his PokéBalls, and let out his Delphox, the fox Pokémon effortlessly lifting the suitcase with her psychic powers for her tired trainer. The moment the suitcase was retrieved, and the car was closed, the taxi drove off into the night.

The entrance hall of the hotel was, as to be expected, nearly empty. As he approached the reception, the woman working there did give him a bit of an unhappy look with a side glance to Delphox, but it was clear that at this time of the day, she didn’t want to make things needlessly complicated for a clearly tired trainer. Though he suspected that him being the champion might have had some sway in the matter.

Without paying much attention to anything, Calem got into the elevator, and made his way to his room. During this, Delphox was practically leading the way at times, due to him nearly falling asleep standing up. When he did enter the room, he barely paid attention to anything, and instead only went to brush his teeth, before turning the lights off, and letting himself fall onto the bed. Delphox curled up at the foot end, not as tired as her trainer, but also not averse to some rest herself. For his part, Calem didn’t care – he just wanted to sleep.

But, try as he might, he just couldn’t fall asleep. Oh, he was resting alright, but no matter for how long he lay, sleep simply wouldn’t come. He rolled over from side to side, laid on his back, his side, his stomach, but nothing seemed to do the trick. At best, he could just doze a little.

And all the while, as he lay there in the dark, his mind kept wandering back… back to the dream he had, the memory he relived.

And of course, the silhouette he had seen in the window.

The more he thought about it, the more curiosity started to get the better of him. As it was getting apparent that sleep was out of the question, he started getting ideas. The building where he had seen the apparition and the silhouette wasn’t too terribly far away… he could just go there and check.

With a sigh, Calem turned the lights back on. As if she had expected it, Delphox was already staring at him, her smart eyes giving him a knowing look.

“I really must be out of my mind,” he said to the fox Pokémon, reaching out to pet her on the head. “Going out to chase a ghost that scared me witless a couple of years ago, all because I can’t sleep. Well, are you with me?”

Delphox leaned in to the pats, and gave her trainer a look that was all too easy to read. She would be by his side.

Barely a minute later, Calem was dressed again, and leaving the room. On his way out, no one bothered or questioned him… though that might have been because no one else was around. Only the receptionist seemed a bit curious as he passed through the entrance hall, but said nothing.

The streets outside were likewise mostly empty. Though it being well past midnight usually didn’t mean much for the kind of activity you saw in Lumiose City, it seemed that he had arrived on a night where there really wasn’t much going on.

Not long after he had left the hotel, Calem and Delphox stood in front of the building. Unlike before, this time around all the windows really were dark – but he knew that his curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied if he turned around now.

He entered the building.

As a courtesy to young trainers exploring the region, a good number of buildings in the city were unlocked all day, having designated areas in them that were all but public. People of all ages were commonly encouraged to visit these places, chat, have a Pokémon battle, or share useful information or items that they might have. This place… Calem vaguely recalled it being some kind of… dojo? At any rate, it had an office space, which was accessible to the public, and several floors that were… well, not.

The moment he entered, he knew that he would find whatever he was looking for. There just was a strange… sensation of some kind, the inclination that something was off.

The exact sensation he had felt back when he had encountered the apparition all these years ago. It was almost odd that he recognized it right away, despite not having felt it in so long.

Beside him, Delphox shuddered. So whatever Calem was feeling, it wasn’t just his imagination.

“You alright?” he asked. “You can go back into your PokéBall, if you want...” The answer he got was a firm nod, the fox Pokémon clearly willing to stay by his side. “Then let’s what we can find...”

Out of instinct more than anything else, Calem headed towards the elevator. He recalled that last time, he had been on the second floor when it had happened. But whatever the reason, he got the feeling that this time, he should be heading to the… fourth floor?

He hesitated for a moment and then pressed the button. Almost painfully slowly, the elevator made its way upward. Though he likely appeared outwardly calm, Calem’s heart was beating faster with every passing second.

And then they arrived.

With a silent side glance to Delphox, he stepped outside.

The floor that he found himself on was rather similar to the one he had been on last time, though with the difference that this one seemed less… office-like. If anything, it seemed like that there were only apartments on this floor, with doors on the one side, and windows with a view of the nightly city on the other. Maybe the silhouette from earlier had just been an inhabitant who happened to look out at the city before heading to sleep?

Calem would have almost believed it, if the sensation hadn’t been stronger than ever.

He had barely taken more than a couple of steps into the hallway when it happened. Without any warning, there was total darkness around him. Then the lights were back. Then the darkness was back. Then the light was back, and he knew that she was standing behind him.

(At the same time, Delphox was gone – had she returned to her Poké Ball?)

In spite of his rushing heart, the cold sweat running down his body, the overwhelming feeling of… something, Calem also felt… oddly calm. Whether it was the fact that he had gone through this before, or that he had sought it out himself, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that unlike last time, he had not frozen up.

Calem turned around.

Back when he had last encountered the apparition, he had still been in his teens, and not particularly tall. Since then, he had already become an adult – years ago, even – and gotten a decent bit taller. The apparition, or rather, the woman standing in front of him now was still taller than him, but not by as much as she had been before, standing only half a head taller than him. Due to his further travels since their last meeting, he also now recognized her as a Hex Maniac, trainers that found common ground by their appreciation for all things occult, which included gothic, witch-like fashion and a use of ghost-types. All too fitting then, that she was a ghost... or at least appeared to be one.

And if she was a ghost, she certainly had a striking figure for one. Though her dress (same as last time) wasn’t exactly form-fitting, it still made it clear that her body was… quite curvy, particularly around the chest. While Calem certainly liked what he saw, the overall effect was at first glance somewhat hampered by her face, sporting a mouth that was decidedly too wide, eyes that were just big enough for it to be lightly unsettling, and irises that were oddly swirly – and all this was coupled with an odd shadow falling over her face, which was just lightly illuminated by what appeared to be a slight purple glow coming from her eyes.

“What... no, who are you?” Calem managed to ask.

The Hex Maniac tilted her head, giving him a quizzical look. “You were here before… you were not the one. But… maybe you are the one now?” Her voice was a whisper, like a gust of wind in the air, somehow coming from her, yet at the same time not. “A test… yes, a test. A test to see if you’re the one…”

Calem let out a breath he hadn’t realized what he was holding. The longer this encounter lasted, the more he was getting… “used to it” probably wasn’t the best description, as there was no way that he could ever get used to to a situation like this, and the constant shivers it send down his spine. But they did lessen, and the fact that the apparition hadn’t vanished yet meant that he was getting somewhere. He had absolutely no idea where this somewhere was, but he would inevitably find out. A test? Well, this could only mean one thing.

“...Okay,” Calem said slowly. Then, he took a few steps back, not letting the Hex Maniac (who was still looking at him with this far too wide smile) out of his eyes. Once he had reached a distance that seemed appropriate, he reached for Delphox’ PokéBall and threw it, ready to start a battle.

But the PokéBall only fell to the ground without opening, making quiet thud as landed on the carpeted floor.

The Hex Maniac laughed. Just like her voice, it was a noise that seemed to simultaneously come from her, and everywhere around them, everywhere around him. It sounded as if there were dozens of her, just laughing. And something about it just seemed… wrong. Oh, the way it sounded to him was likely enough to get anyone who heard it scared, but to Calem, it only seemed fitting for the supernatural situation. No, what got him was that though she laughed at him, the apparition somehow didn’t actually sound malicious, or even like it was mocking him. She was just amused.

“No test with Pokémon…” she said, slowly shaking her head. “A test between humans… just me and you. Do you… accept?”

Calem remained quiet initially. Human? So was she actually human, or did she just consider herself to still be human? It was impossible to tell, and he knew that he would not get an answer if her were to ask her this question. As he thought about this, the Hex Maniac came closer to him – slowly walking, not hovering – with her right hand held out to him, palm side up. An invitation.

Then she stood in front of him again. Calem took a deep breath. If he refused, she would probably just vanish like last time, leaving him with just as many questions as he had started with, if not more. He had no idea what being “the one” meant to this apparition, and whether it was a good or bad thing. But if he wanted to find out…

“...I accept,” Calem said, laying his hand into the Hex Maniac’s – and to his own surprise, he actually did, when he had expected his hand to phase right through hers. Instead, skin touched against skin. And hers didn’t even feel odd: it wasn’t deathly cold, or like it was somehow draining him of his life force. It was just a hand.

And more than that: the moment his hand lay in hers and their fingers closed around each other, she suddenly yanked him forward, making him stumble forward right into the Hex Maniac’s embrace. If there had been any doubt about her being flesh and blood (or at least something supernaturally mimicking that) before, then these doubt were erased when two particular sets of flesh and blood on her body got squished against his chest. Before Calem could react, she had already pulled him into a hug… which she followed up by raising his head against hers, and pulling him into a kiss.

While the supernatural nature of this encounter and the sensation of initial unease hadn’t made him freeze up, this did. He was in shock, half starting to believe that he had somehow fallen asleep after all, and that this was a strange dream. Being approached like this by an attractive, if... odd woman certainly would have fit. Yet even when the initial shock wore off, Calem did not push back against the Hex Maniac’s hold on him, nor against her kiss. He just looked at her in disbelief, her closed eyes right in front and just a bit above his.

When a moment later, the Hex Maniac did pull back on her own accord, her face looked… slightly different. The swirls in her eyes were gone, and they were now a light blue. Similarly, her mouth, which had previously been so wide that it had reminded him of a Gengar’s grin now seemed… well, less so. But though these differences made her seem more like a normal person, there was still this facial expression of hers… this facial expression that made her seem more apparition than human.

“Hehehe… you like that, little man?” she asked, her voice still more ethereal than normal. Involuntarily, Calem cringed a little as she spoke her question. That sort of line had… specific connotations for him, ones that while generally positive… were also silly. And not what he would have expected the Hex Maniac to say.

“You like this… I can tell...” she meanwhile continued, grinding herself against him, breasts pressed against his chest. As she did, Calem came to realize that this had already lead to the inevitable: he had an erection. Instinctively, he cast a glance down – and saw that the Hex Maniac’s face wasn’t the only that had changed. The part of of her dress that to him had somewhat looked like a sweater was gone… showing pale skin beneath it, including a deep, dark cleavage.

“This was the easy part of the test… the beginning part…” the Hex Maniac went on. “Even someone who’s not the one could pass that part… but you can only pass the next part if you really are the one… this is the BIG part…”

She let go of him, and took a step back. At the same time, Calem’s mind was racing. Given her word choices, he had a feeling of what was going to happen next, but at the same time, it just seemed too unlikely, too impossible to him. Even now, after all the unexplainable things that had happened between him and this apparition, this woman, this still seemed like something too unlikely to occur.

Or to good to be true.

But it did happen.

The Hex Maniac kept walking slowly backwards, when suddenly an unusual kind of noise could be heard. It was like the stretching of fabric or leather, accompanied by tearing cloth, and a rumbling of sorts. Hearing this made it clear to Calem what was happening before he could actually notice it visually: she was getting bigger. She was growing.

Calem’s sleep-deprived eyes stared in disbelief as the Hex Maniac, who was already taller than him to begin with, began to surge higher. At the same time, her dark hair and dark choice of clothes clashed with the bright walls and lights of the hallway, the growing woman an expanding spot of darkness within it. Before long, she hit her head against the ceiling, not even flinching as she did. At the same time, the noise of her growth persisted… yet seemingly without any of her outfit actually tearing, growing along with her perfectly.

Undeterred by the space between floor and ceiling becoming more and more narrow for her, she leaned forward, giving Calem, who truly had frozen up again, an outstanding view of the dark cleavage between her dangling breasts pressing against her dress. And above them still was her face, wide-grinned, eyes fixated on him with an ominous purple glow.

“A better view… you need a better view…” the Hex Maniac said, sitting down as she did so, with standing becoming less and less feasible for her.

There was a rush of something dark – and before Calem realized what had happened, she had pulled him closer to her again, by this point only needing one arm to effortlessly keep him in place. Large, pale fingers wrapped around a bigger part of his body than he ever would have thought possible. “Hehehe… so small…”

Calem felt the blood in his body rush to all sorts of places as his mind began to process what now was right in front of him. The Hex Maniac’s body, enticing already before, was now akin to a soft mattress right in front of him… with… pillows that were not just inviting because he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the impulse of just not resisting altogether, snuggling up, and…

But she had other things in mind. The sound of glass breaking broke Calem out of his near-trance; a look to the side revealed to him that the Hex Maniac had used her free hand to break one of the nearby windows, making a huge hole in it.

Before he even had the chance to wonder why she did this, he already found out. She tossed him. One moment he was close to her – the next he was flying through the air. But just as panic was starting to set in, the fear of dropping to the floor from such a great height, Calem realized that… something was amiss. Though he was in the air, he was somehow not falling, seemingly held aloft by a strange teal glow that had begun to surround him. Whatever this force was, it moved him across the street at a not too fast pace, setting him down on the roof of one of the countless buildings in the centre of Lumiose City that all had the same height.

After the initial shock of being literally thrown out the window had died down, Calem took a look around himself. Everything around him, the entire city… it seemed off. Wrong. The lanterns were turned on, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t see any person, or any car driving, yes, not even any light turned on in any of the buildings he could see. The city seemed just completely empty. And the sky… though it was still unmistakably night time, the clouds above seemed to be illuminated by a strange glow, appearing to be in almost a dark purple sort of colour.

The same colour as…

A massive crashing and crumbling sound made Calem turn around once again. The building he had just been in, the building that the Hex Maniac had thrown him out of… it was falling apart. Every single floor of it, every single piece of it, just crumbling into pieces, effortlessly destroyed in mere minutes.

And out from it, the Hex Maniac emerged – and she was huge. Bits and pieces of debris and nearly crushed furniture fell off her as she grew bigger than the building that had just contained her. Some of it got caught on her dress, but she just casually brushed it off, just as one would get out a bit of dirt that they had found on their clothing. Likewise, all the debris left on her head she just got out by leaning her head back and shaking it, as she ran her fingers through her long, flowing hair. With thuds that were loud even to Calem, these pieces landed on the ground. Lastly, she turned her attention to her cleavage, running her hand through it and removing anything that got caught there – and coincidentally, doing so in such a manner that Calem could see it quite well indeed.

Then she turned her attention to him.

The grin on her face grew wider. But… it was different than it had been before. While earlier, when he had just met her again, it had reminded him of a Gengar’s ghastly grin, it was now something altogether more human. Not as wide as before, not as mischievous before – or at least, not the same kind of mischievous. While it was hard for him to explain why he thought so, the impression he got from her was that she was… aroused by it all.

As was he.

In just a few steps, the Hex Maniac crossed the street, over to the building that Calem had landed on, where she remained still, looking down at him. Even though the building was twelve meters high – a random factoid that had been burned into his brain ages ago, because most the buildings in central Lumiose were built to be this high – it only came up to her hips, their gentle curvature to either of her side now more apparent to him than before as wider than a small house. Slowly, Calem let his gaze wander upwards, across her stomach, now a vast expanse of dark purple cloth… up to her enormous breasts, which partially obscured her face from his point of view.

“So tiny… so cute… did you enjoy the show?” the giantess asked, her voice booming across the city. At the back of his mind, Calem knew that he should have been thinking more about the state of it, where all the people and Pokémon could have vanished to. But at the same time, he was dimly aware that whatever was going on was all caused by her. And if he wanted to figure out what was going on, he would need to indulge her, which admittedly would not be hard, as she occupied all his thinking. “Even if you end up not being the one… I’m having fun…! Now, let me take a closer look at you…!”

With a thud that shook the earth, the Hex Maniac dropped to her knees. If Calem hadn’t already been sitting down, he would no doubt have been knocked over, the weight of her gigantic body pushing the architecture of the city to its limits. Her face, previously looming high above him, was now just above the roof that he was on, meaning that it took up his entire view in front of him… almost. Just below the edge of the roof, the giantess’ breasts were spread out, the cleavage between them a dark and lightless valley. She for her part had no doubt noticed were his gaze went, as she laughed again. “Hehehe… you like them…? They’re bigger than you, and so full of Moomoo Milk… let me get closer…!”

To Calem’s shock, the Hex Maniac began to rise up again – not because she was growing, but because she was starting to pull herself on top of the building. Yet despite it being such a casual motion to her, she seemed to be doing it deliberately slowly – whether she wanted to enjoy the effect her giant body had on her surroundings to its fullest, or whether her enormous size really had made her movements more sluggish, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that the edge of the roof, and the outer walls of the building were fighting a quickly lost battle against the mass of the giantess’ body, this building crumbling to pieces just like the one she had just burst out of.

More out of instinct than anything else, Calem began to stumble backwards. Whether or not he was in some sort of dreamscape, or even a supernatural mirror world of some kind, he didn’t want to risk falling to certain death. And again, the Hex Maniac just laughed.

“Hehehe… don’t run! Get in between them! You’ll be safe…!”

The way she said this didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

Feeling somehow simultaneously calm and panicked at the same time, Calem continued crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on the giant woman at all times. By now, she had pulled her breasts on top of the roof, it groaning and creaking underneath her weight. As he was backing away however, she wasn’t satisfied, and kept pulling herself further on top of the building, making her boobs a ceaselessly advancing wall of flesh to him.

Until he hit an actual wall.

Confused, Calem turned around. As far as he knew, there should be no wall on top of any of the buildings in the inner ring of Lumiose, since they all had a flat roof. And what he saw was indeed not actually a wall, but… the palm of the Hex Maniac’s hand. Through her mostly closed fingers, he could see that he had neared the other edge of the roof.

“Careful… you were about to fall… I don’t want you to get hurt…” the giantess said, her voice unexpectedly serious. Calem looked back up at her face, and saw that she was frowning as well. Said frown however was short-lived, as her grin returned just a moment later.

“Now you’re secure… now, let me-”  she began, only for several things to happen at once. As she was talking the Hex Maniac had begun to lower her upper body, which she had previously kept above the roof with her free arm as support, onto said roof. It however could not support her weight – and gave in.

Through a series of crashing and rumbling noises, floor after floor of the building gave away under the giantess’ body. The Hex Maniac let out a surprised yelp as she caused more and more untold destruction, vanishing from sight in the chaos.

As for Calem? In the first moment, he was falling, tumbling down the roof that was beginning to tilt down towards the collapse… but then, the same ghostly powers that had carried him out of the first building that she had destroyed took hold of him. As beneath him, the building was crumbling to pieces underneath the giant woman’s mass, he was being carried to the nearest street, where he was gently lowered down.

By the time that his feet touched solid ground, the rumbling of the collapsing house had ceased. All that remained in his sight were shapeless ruins, with maybe some bits of dark fabric and hair peeking out.

“Are… are you alright?” Calem shouted – and immediately wondered why. Whatever was going on, wherever he was, this was… something were this Hex Maniac had complete control over everything. Her being an over 20 meter tall giantess was by her choice, and so there was no way she was hurt by accidentally crushing a building beneath her.

And sure enough, mere moments after he had raised his voice, he heard a laugh that was by now all too familiar to him.

“Oops~… hehehe… these little buildings are just so fragile… can’t even withstand one big lady...” her voice thundered. Then, there was another rumbling, and the ground beneath Calem’s feet shook. The Hex Maniac rolled sideways out of the ruins, before stopping as she was lying on her back on the street. As she did this, chunks of concrete, steel and glass fell off her, the giantess not caring for them at all. With her face upside down, she fixed her gaze on Calem… her breasts rising up like hills clearly visible beneath it.

“Aww, you were concerned for me, little man…? So thoughtful... You really could be the one…”

Saying this, she turned herself over so that she could more easily move forward, making an almost step without getting up that brought her in between the nearest intact building and Calem. There, she laid down on her side, resting her head on her left hand.

Unlike last time, he didn’t back away. The tremors of the Hex Maniac’s movements had knocked him off his feet again, but at least this time he didn’t have to worry about the ground beneath his feet breaking away. With a feeling that he couldn’t place, he stared up at her, frozen.

“You are not running away…? You are not scared… good… then this can keep going… now… what next?”

Her saying this sounded more like she was thinking aloud than actually talking to him. Calem wanted to make use of this opportunity, wanted to ask the Hex Maniac what was going on, what she intended to do, whatever came to his mind – but he didn’t get to do so. Before he could say anything, the giantess used her index finger, it alone about as wide and big as head, to gently poke him, covering his mouth.

“Shhh… no questions now… you’ll know… soon enough. For now… let’s play a little more…”

The Hex Maniac withdrew her finger, and leaned forward, slamming her enormous breasts onto the street with another thud. This time, she didn’t say anything, instead just looking down at him. It was difficult to say what was going through her head, but if Calem had to guess, he would have said that she was either waiting for something, or thinking about something.

As a side effect of this relatively quiet moment however, Calem could focus on what was in front of him, instead of what the giant Hex Maniac was saying or doing. And what was in front of him right now was… well, her boobs. Still wobbling from either her movement or breathing...

She really hadn’t been exaggerating earlier: they were bigger than he was. Each of them was. And also like she had said, he could easily get in between them…

And he liked the thought.

Without really noticing that he had started to do so, Calem began to get up and walk forward, hands stretched out to… at least touch the giantess’ breasts…

But before he could reach her, she raised her upper body again. The Hex Maniac’s boobs were lifted off the ground, dangling and softly swaying above him, just out of reach. More than that, she outright began to stand up, setting her feet down right in front of him.

With her doing this, he ended up beneath her dress, which was just about long enough to go all the way to the ground. Her feet and shoes were almost as big as cars, and likely had no issue in crushing them underneath her weight. Her legs were towering pale pillars, reaching high up above him. In the unnatural light that seemed to permeate… everything, he actually could not tell whether the Hex Maniac was wearing bright white tights, or whether it was just the colour of her skin – she was pale enough for that to be the case. All he knew was that up above, the folding of her dress prevented him from seeing any… more private pieces of clothing.

“No, no… we can’t make it that easy for you to touch my tits…” her voice came from high above. “This is still a test… so… next part is… make your way to me…”

The giantess raised a leg, and began to walk. The moment she raised her leg to do so, light should have flooded in, making things easier to see for Calem – but in whatever scenario he had found himself, the lighting was always the same. Each step she took send further tremors through the city, and shook him to his core.

Caught up in all the sensations that he was going through, it took him a moment to realize where the Hex Maniac was going. The moment she was just far enough away from him however, it became completely obvious: she was heading straight for Prism Tower, right in the centre of the city.

As she got closer to the landmark, Calem saw that huge as the Hex Maniac was… she was still less than even half the height of the tower. After her already casually destroying two buildings with just the mass of her body, and looming above him, it looked somewhat… odd to him.

Evidently however, she thought the same, as the moment she stood right in front of Prism Tower, she slowly looked it up and down. Then, she cast a glance over her shoulder, looking at Calem with a smirk.

“Can you believe that…? A building that’s still bigger than me… how rude… I should fix that, don’t you agree...?”

There should have been something. An eerie glow enveloping her entire body, a quake that shook the entire city far more than anything that she had done up until this point. Just something that really conveyed the immensity of what was happening to her.

But instead, all that really happened was that the same sound of stretching, slightly tearing fabric that he had heard with her first growth spurt could be heard again, except… louder. At the same time, the Hex Maniac grew larger, her already giant body surging ever bigger, climbing ever higher up Prism Tower…

And then it stopped. Though it was difficult for Calem to be certain, it seemed to him that the giantess had more than doubled in height, with even the tallest buildings in the city only coming up her knees, and the very tip of Prism Tower being on the same level as her eyes. He was certain that if he had somehow gotten an aerial view of her, there would have been nothing anywhere close by that could even challenge the Hex Maniac’s size.

“Much better…” she said, turning around. As she did, her casual steps caused the tremors that he had been “missing” during her growth. She then leaned against the tower, it somehow not collapsing immediately from the sheer weight of her body being pushed against it. Raising her hand palm up, she beckoned him with a gesture from her index finger. “Now, little man… come to me…”

Calem got up.

It was… strange. All of it was. There were countless things that he should have been worried about, like what this bizarre scenario he had found himself in even was, where everyone in the city had gone, and who this giantess, this Hex Maniac, even was that she could do any of the impossible things she had done.

But whatever the reason, he just didn’t care at the moment. She was at the centre of his attention, all of his thinking. And even if there was some supernatural trickery going on with his mind, he had to admit that he didn’t mind that as much, either – the Hex Maniac was big and hot, and this was good enough for him at the moment.

All over the street to Prism Tower were the footprints left behind by the giantess walking down it, deep craters of cracked pavement. In one close to him, Calem could even spot a car – somehow, he hadn’t noticed her accidentally(?) crushing it until now. Seeing it now did however give him an idea…

Calem looked to his left. Sure enough, a taxi was parked there. And, as to be expected, there was no driver. He opened the door, and got in on the driver’s side, the key luckily still stuck. The car sprang to live, and he drove off, heading right towards the centre of the city. Though to her, it had just been a few steps to make it over to Prism Tower, to him, it would have taken several minutes. Best not to keep her waiting.

As he drove, he could see the Hex Maniac’s face up above grinning down at him. “Oh… you’re coming with a toy for me…? I like your thinking, little man…”

Calem didn’t respond. Though even if he had, he doubted that she even would have been able to hear him. But then again, considering everything else… she probably would have. Either way, the only thing he was focussing on right now was the road ahead, as he had to evade all of the craters that were here footprints. At the back of his mind, he wondered since when he was actually able to drive cars, but couldn’t recall it. But that was just another thing that should have mattered to him, but simply didn’t right now.

As he got closer and closer, it became less and less feasible for him to actually keep looking at Hex Maniac’s face. It was simply far too high up.

Soon enough, the lower part of her dress was the only thing he could see in front of him. Calem didn’t really have a set plan on how to “come to her”, as the giantess had put it, but his vague idea had been to simply park at the foot of Prism Tower, enter it, and then use the elevators of the gym inside to get to the top, which is where he assumed she wanted him to show up.

As it turned out however, none of this ended up being necessary.

The moment the car entered the round street surrounding Prism Tower, Calem became dimly aware of a… movement in the Hex Maniac’s dress. Close as he was to her, he had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but for brief moment, he thought that she had probably just turned around a bit to keep an eye on him.

Then he realized that he wasn’t driving on the road any more.

As the front of the car lowered itself a bit, the actual ground got more distant, Calem looked to either side. Two large, dark shadows had gripped the car on either side. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what was going on: the Hex Maniac had picked up the car with her thumb and index finger.

Slowly and steadily, he was raised past her legs… her hips, impressive even through her dress… her belly… the massive curves that were her boobs, and the deep valley of her cleavage between them… until he was in front of her face, the soft light blue glow of her eyes shining on him like headlights.

“There you are, my little, little man… I’ll see in a moment if you’re the one… but first,” she lightly turned the car, and by extension, Calem, in her fingers, as if inspect it from multiple angles, “let me try something…”

The car got turned around once more – except that this time, its front was turned upwards. Calem swayed in his seat, as gravity suddenly pressed him down on its back. Then, the car was lowered again, though much closer to the Hex Maniac’s face. And as her chin, neck and collarbone passed him by, he realized where the car would end up.

She was putting it between her breasts.

A look behind (or rather, below) him confirmed his suspicion, as the view of the windows further back was swallowed up by darkness. With her index finger on the front of the car, the giantess pushed and pushed… until she was satisfied. By this point, the front half of the car still peeked out of the giantess’ cleavage.

“Come on out… I want you to see this…” she said. Now that he was right on her body, the simple act of her speaking reverberated all throughout the car and him, her voice alone existing on such a scale that it could shake someone as small as he was compared to her.

As for what she asked of him, Calem didn’t need to be asked twice. Though it was subtle, the roof of the car was beginning to audibly creak, it unable to really withstand the mass of the Hex Maniac’s breasts pressing against it from either side.

With some difficulty, he managed to undo his seatbelt, open the driver side window which was facing her collarbone, and climb out. After a few initial failed starts and difficulties to really grab onto anything, he then somehow pulled himself up on the giantess’ right boob. The pale skin of her breast was warm and soft beneath his hands, while he was trying to at least sit up. The entire sensation of it all was somewhat akin to being in a bouncing castle, as the “ground” he was on was far too soft to even stand on… and it rose and fell with every one of her breaths.

In front of him, he could see that the car really did just barely fit in the giantess’ cleavage: had the Hex Maniac’s breasts been any smaller, but she still at the same size, it likely would not have fit at all. Meanwhile, the giant woman was… smiling down at him. Not smirking, no grinning, but… just smiling.

“Right…so… when you’re big like me, all your toys break really easily, you know…? Look…” she said. And with that, she grabbed her breasts, and began to push them together, the initial act of her doing so sending a quake through her flesh that made Calem lose what little balance he had. The car meanwhile almost immediately lost the fight against the sheer mass of the Hex Maniac’s boobs, steel, plastic and glass all breaking and contorting themselves into broken mass that at first glance could not be recognized as the remnants of a car.

With a laugh, she let go of her breasts – causing another boobquake – and began to fish the remains of the car out of her cleavage, casually tossing it over her shoulder without even sparing it a look. Then, she took a deep breath, lifting and dropping countless tons worth of tits as she did.

In this moment of quiet, just about everything about his current situation began to really sink in for Calem. He was sitting on the breast of a giantess who was taller than Prism Tower, looming over the vast majority of Lumiose City. And said breasts were huge even in comparison to her, likely about as big as her head.

And he had the erection of a lifetime. This had to be a dream – but dreams were usually much weirder, and felt less real, even in the moment.

“Alright… enough playing around. Now let’s actually see if you’re the one,” the Hex Maniac meanwhile said. As she did, Calem thought that he heard a bit of a change in the voice she spoke – had she just spoken faster? Had her pitch gone up a bit? But before he could wonder about it, she suddenly grabbed him. From one moment to the next, he found himself in between the giantess’ fingers.

With a dexterity that he would not have expected from someone her size, she began to take his clothes – his hat, his jacket, his pants (when had he even opened them?) – and undressed him, bit by bit. Every removed piece of clothing, she simply dropped, all of them landing on her breasts below him. Instinctively, Calem tried to defend himself, prevent her from doing so, but he might as well have tried to stop a rockslide by hand. He had no hope of doing anything, as the difference in scale and strength was simply too vast.

And then at least, only his underwear remained. The Hex Maniac brought him closer to her face still. She closed her eyes, seemed be taking another deep breath… and then pulled off his underwear, his still erect member springing free.

The giantess squinted at him. Then she blinked a couple of times.

“Oh my Yveltal…” she whispered, though even that was loud and clear to him. “You… you actually are into this? You actually like this?”

“S-so? What’s it to you?!” Calem shouted back, struggling against the Hex Maniac’s grip. It had somehow loosened, yet in spite of that, he simply didn’t have the strength to move even one of her fingers away from him. At the same time, he was aware that there had been a further change in her voice, with it almost sounding… normal now. Aside from the fact that its strength and volume were still what you would expect from a woman that was around 50 meters tall, of course.

“That- that means that you are the one! I- I can’t believe that I actually found someone!” she exclaimed – and promptly hugged him against her cheek, it alone being like wall to him, albeit one that was soft and outright radiating heat. Was… was she blushing?

“Say… say what now?” Calem asked, dumbfounded. At the same time, he was still struggling against her grip, pushing himself away from her cheek, but only really out of instinct more than anything else.

The Hex Maniac pulled him away so that she could look at him. Strange, that… now even the glow in her eyes seemed to have vanished.

“Well, why else do you think I’d do… all this, if not because I was super into it? And now I’ve finally met someone who is as well… in person, I mean.”

Calem blinked a few times. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed again without a word having come out. How was he even supposed to react to that?

“I. Uh. So, now what?” he finally managed to say.

The Hex Maniac grinned. “Only my wildest dreams coming true… and yours, too, I think. Hold on, I’ll just…”

She looked over her shoulder – and in doing so covered her hand in a mass of her long, black hair, tangling him up inside of it. Individual strands of it wrapped themselves around every bit of him that was not kept in between her fingers. When she turned the rest of her body to the direction she was facing now, he was freed of it. Except for the strands that still stuck to him. At least her hair smelled… nice…

“...Ah. Oops,” the giant woman said when she noticed this, and in a few quick movements, tore the strands of hair around him off. Then, without another word, she moved the hand holding Calem forward. A look ahead made it clear what she was doing: she was setting him down on the highest point of Lumiose Tower that could normally be reached, a small platform with railing.

His new vantage point was high, high up above the entire rest of the city, it almost starting to look like a model city from here.

But even from here, he still had to look up at the Hex Maniac’s face.

Which really was blushing. While she was still grinning. “You’re gonna enjoy this...”

She took a step back, making the entire tower feel like it got caught in a brief earthquake. Then, she slowly reached for the shoulder parts of her dress… and began to pull it up. Calem’s eyes widened as he watched her take off her dress, and casually toss it backwards, it landing in such a way that it covered multiple buildings and several streets. But before he could even begin to take in the view of the giant woman in nothing but her underwear, she kept going: next, her shoes were taken off, then her tights (so she had been wearing some, after all), both of which were neatly set down at the foot of the tower.

Slowly, she rose back to her full height, letting her hands wander across the sides of her body as she did. Across her thick thighs… her wide hips… the sides of her waist, which, while not necessarily slim or narrow, were nonetheless appealing beyond belief… to her breasts, still clad in a black bra. The Hex Maniac grabbed them and jiggled them, but not even her hands were enough to hold them in full.

For a moment, she held her boobs like this, letting Calem take in the entire view, before she then reached behind her back, and undid her bra. In a sudden swift movement, she pulled it off, her boobs dropping down just a bit. Keeping her bra in one hand, she then reached down for her equally black panties, pulling them down as well.

As she stood back once more, she briefly looked at both pieces of underwear, considering them… and then hanging them up on the top of Prism Tower, just above Calem. Even though both ended up just a bit away from him due to this, the smell emanating from her panties made one thing rather clear: the Hex Maniac was beyond wet.

“So,” she finally said, lowering her voice a bit, and fixating her gaze on him with a coy smile, “here’s the deal: you tell me what part of my body you want to get… intimate with, and I’ll put you there, and get you off. And in exchange… once you’re done, I’m going to use you to get myself off. Sound good?”

Calem did not respond right away. He was simply too occupied with the incredible sight before him, his widening eyes taking it all in. Close as she stood to the tower, it was impossible for him to see all of the giantess’ naked body, but even so, she was an absolutely jaw-dropping view… especially her breasts, with their size making it impossible for him to see anything beneath them.

Suddenly becoming aware of the Hex Maniac still awaiting his answer, he nodded hurriedly and quickly. As if there had been any other possible answer at this point. “Y-yes!”

Her smile grew wider. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now, let me just get you…” she said. Then, she raised her hand up to him once more, offering its palm to Calem to get on.

“By the way…” she continued, “Should I… get back into character? I know it must be a bit odd for me to act so differently now.”

With some difficulty, he climbed over the railing. In terms of how high it was, it wasn’t too challenging to actually get over, but doing so while naked was a bit hindering, with the metal feeling cold against his skin. On the other side, the Hex Maniac still held her hand out for him, her palm alone big enough for him to lie down and still have plenty of room to spare.

“I- I guess? Both are fine by me, but with how you’re acting now, I just have even more questions than I already had,” Calem answered, having finally gotten over the railing, and onto her palm. Much like her breast, her hand was a soft surface, and difficult to walk – but considerably less so, as he had no trouble actually standing in the first place.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your answers. But for now… it’s fun time. Or should I say…” the giant woman paused, and tilted her head, the glow in her eyes flaring up again, “It is fun time… little man…”

With that, she once again took a step back from Prism Tower. Out of curiosity, Calem peered over the edge of her palm, down to the ground. Though it was difficult to make out from all the way up on her hand and with the odd lighting, he could still tell that the street surrounding the tower had, at this particular part of it, been turned into an utter mess of broken asphalt. Though she had only taken a few actual steps since her most recent growth spurt, she had not stood still, and shifted her position ever so slightly even before undressing – and evidently, that alone had already been too much for the street.

“Careful… we don’t want you to fall,” the Hex Maniac suddenly said, somewhat closing her hand around him so that her fingers were above him, and her palm curved inward – at the same time causing him to, once again, lose his balance, and fall inward. While this was happening, he could tell that she was sitting down again, with the sound of her ass touching down on the ground being like thunder. At the same time, it felt somewhat odd to him: for the first time since she had grown into a giantess, the tremors, the shaking earth caused by every little movement of her giant body on the ground… he felt none of it, safe and secure as he was in her hand.

Once she sat, she opened her hand again – which she was keeping at chest level, thereby treating Calem to an incredible view of her enormous breasts, right in front of him.

“So, little man… what will it be…? What part of my body do you crave… want to get intimate with…?”

This time, Calem didn’t even need to think. He just raised his hand, and pointed straight ahead, right at the Hex Maniac’s boobs. In response, she just laughed – not in a mocking manner, but one that sounded genuinely amused.

“As I thought… hehehe…”

Slowly, she leaned backwards, letting her upper body roll down on the street. And for once, her moving about didn’t cause any loud thumping or stomping sounds: with how gently she did it, it didn’t cause much of any noise at all. As she did this, she kept her hand mostly in place, making it so that Calem had a good view of her breasts just about spilling to either of her sides, now that gravity was affecting them differently.

Once she was lying, she brought the hand holding him down to her belly. Without needing to be told, he jumped off, the skin of the giantess’ stomach ever so slightly sinking in beneath his feet. In front of him, the rest of it stretched out, like a plain of pale skin… and at the far end of it, the Hex Maniac’s face, looking down at him bemusedly. And of course, in between the two, what he was after, her breasts. Rising up like a pair of hills before him, higher than him in his entirety even while standing up…

“Go on then… they’re waiting for you, little man…” the Hex Maniac spoke, running her hand playfully down her breast. At the same time, the vibrations of her voice, though likely imperceptible to herself, still being more than noticeable to him. As for what she was saying – he didn’t need to be told twice.

Shivering with anticipation, he walked forward, walking not too fast in spite of his eagerness. The reasons for that were twofold: on the one hand, he wanted to savour every moment of this opportunity to explore the giantess’ body… and on the other, it was not like he actually could walk all too fast on her. Any quicker, and he’d likely just lose his balance again and fall over.

And then at last, Calem was right in front of the Hex Maniac’s breasts. Standing there, he hesitated for a moment… but then reached out, placing a hand on it. The amount of her boob that he could actually grasp was tiny, vanishingly small in comparison to its overall size, but that made it just all the more enjoyable to him. A steadily widening grin on his face, he kept his hand on her breast as he continued walking up her body, into the valley of her cleavage. He followed it all the way to its end, where, under her approving gaze, he turned around and made his way up her right boob. At its “peak” was his goal: her nipple, fully erect and pointing towards the sky.

Though the gentle slope of the giantess’ breast proved itself even more challenging to move up than the rest of her body had before, he kept at it, and eventually found himself right where he wanted to be. And for once, a part of the Hex Maniac’s body wasn’t bigger than him – though of course still enormous for a nipple, its size was at best comparable to a stool. For a moment, Calem hesitated – now that he actually was here, he wasn’t even entirely sure what to do for his satisfaction. Fantasizing about a giant woman with boobs bigger than you was of course nice and all, but actually being on top of one and having free rein was another matter entirely. Where to even start?

But then again, he really was just overthinking it. In a spontaneous decision, he sat down right in front the Hex Maniac’s nipple, legs spread around it, and his erect cock rubbing against it. Greedily, he wrapped himself around it, grabbing and squeezing it as best he could.

“Hehe… need a hand…?” the Hex Maniac suddenly said. Confused, Calem looked up – and saw that she had her thumb hovering above him, ready to bring it down… but not yet doing it, clearly waiting for his answer before she went further.

He thought about it for a moment. Then he raised his hand to signal her to wait, got up, and laid down, his dick pressed against the middle of her nipple. Having understood that this is what he had meant to do, the Hex Maniac brought down her thumb upon him. Even though she gently pressed down on him, the force of just this was enough for him to be pinned down entirely, unable to free himself from her grasp. The difference in their strength, their size was simply far too vast.

Not that he actually wanted to free himself, that is. Eagerly, Calem spread his arms and legs, as the Hex Maniac proceeded to rub him against her nipple and breast. The more she did it, the more heated he became, his breathing growing heavier as his member was stimulated against her skin. Soon enough, he realized that he was getting close to reaching his climax – but before he did reach that point, he signalled for the giant woman to wait once more. A second later, she withdrew her thumb from him, letting him raise his head and look into her face.

“Something the matter…?” she asked, giving him a quizzical look.

“Before I’m done… I want you to do something else with me first…!” he said between heavy breaths. Having said this, he didn’t quite get up. It wasn’t worth it. Instead he half crawled, half walked towards the space between the Hex Maniac breasts, letting himself slide down once her breast was getting to steep for him to remain even in a lying position. His fall was one of several meters, but his landing was soft – but then again, most of the giantess’ body was, especially where he was. Upon landing, he locked eyes with her again, and gave her an eager grin, saying, “Squish me!”

“Hehehe… gladly…!”

Calem didn’t even really see how the Hex Maniac grabbed her boobs. From his position, he simply couldn’t see where she put her hands. All he knew was that from one moment to the next, something happened that at his size compared to her, he never would have been able to do: countless metric tons of breast closed in around him, and then it got dark.

Even though just minutes earlier, she had used her breasts to effortlessly crush a car between them, the weight pressing against him from all sides was gentle, their softness not smothering him entirely. There was no light pouring in from anywhere, and the bit of air that did find its way to him was humid and warm, while her skin was wet and sticky with sweat.

Yet despite all of this, Calem was ecstatic: by gently squishing her boobs together, the Hex Maniac was massaging his entire body. He could not tell where up was and where down, quickly losing all his orientation… but he didn’t care. For now, all his world was the giant woman’s cleavage. Soon enough, he was brought to his breaking point, and in a moment of bliss, he came.

Not a moment after he blew his load, light poured in to him once more. Slowly, the Hex Maniac was parting her breasts once more, making him fall down.

“That was fun…” she said, reaching out her index finger to stroke his comparatively miniscule body… while another wiped off a conspicuous white stain. She then brought the finger to her mouth and licked it.

“I’ll give you a moment… and then… it’s my turn… hope you’re ready…!”

“...So how exactly is that going to work?” Calem asked. “Are there any preferences you have that I should be warned about?”

The Hex Maniac laughed, sending tremors through her torso beneath him. “No worries… I won’t eat you or anything… and you’re not ending up beneath my feet… or at them… no… you explored the mountains...” she grabbed one of her breasts again, “So now… I want you to explore the cave…!”

Calem turned around, and looked down the giantess’ body. The prospect seemed rather daunting… but, well, this was what he had signed up for.

But just as he was about to get up and head down, he suddenly found himself grabbed once more. In surprise, he let out a yelp – which earned him another laughter.

“What…? Did you think I would just rely on you for this…? I am sure you’re eager to do your part for me… but I am too big for you to do much of anything by yourself… so you’re just along for the ride… feel free to squirm a little once you’re inside my pussy, though… maybe I will be able to feel it…”

As she said this, she slowly sat up from her lying position. She then shifted around a bit, making it so that her back was against the base of Prism Tower… or, well, touching against its base. Even sitting down, she was of a comparable height to the buildings surrounding them. For a moment, she kept Calem in place like this, seemingly enjoying being able to just casually hold him, or just relishing the moment. Then, she moved the hand holding him down. For a moment, he saw her dripping wet womanhood right in front of him, large like a fleshy tunnel.

Then she shoved him in.

Immediately, the sensation of it all was completely overwhelming him. It was almost completely dark, with only a small bit of light filtering in behind him, blocked by her hand. The very air surrounding him was so moist that he thought it near impossible to even breath, but yet, somehow, he managed. Her scent was everywhere, making itself unavoidable to him regardless of whether he breathed through his mouth or nose. Soft, sticky walls closed in on him on all sides, which would have made it near impossible for him to move either way, had it not been for the Hex Maniac keeping him on her fingers. It was, in all, the an odd sensation, as the facts of the matter should have made it a horrid, life-threatening experience. And yet, in some way, he found a sense of enjoyment in it: not one as great as he had with the giantess’ tits, but an undeniable one nonetheless. But ultimately, this right now was for her pleasure, not his.

Again and again, the Hex Maniac thrust him and her fingers deeper inside of herself, pulling both only ever out a bit, but not entirely. Remembering what she had asked of him, Calem did struggle, but even that could barely be described as that. He thrust his arms out, tried to gain a hold on the moist, uneven walls, but never managed. He tried the same with his legs, but it was similarly to no avail. All the while, he could hear, no, feel… her. He wasn’t sure if she spoke to him, was moaning, or just breathing heavily, but regardless of what it was, it was all around him. With where he was, with how insignificantly tiny he was to her, he could not tell for certain how she was feeling, or how she was doing. But if the increasing tempo with which she moved her finger was anything to go by, the giant woman was very nearly done. Somehow, everything around him managed to get even more wet, to the point that he was near certain that he was submerged in an actual fluid…

And then he was pulled out entirely. The moment light and clear air had Calem once more, he could also hear the Hex Maniac – and she was letting out a noise of pleasure. Carelessly, Calem was dropped down onto the street, it as wet as he was. Above him, the giant woman was breathing heavily, her body sagging down against Prism Tower.  He, for his part, didn’t get up – he was still far too exhausted to do so.

After a moment of both of them catching their breath, the Hex Maniac leaned down towards him, and picked him up again, bringing him up in front of her face. The glow in her eyes had vanished again, and she looked rather more like a normal person once more… aside from her gargantuan size, of course.

“You did well. That definitely helped,” she said, giving him a kind smile. “So… I suppose I owe you an explanation.”

Still feeling too weak to even move much, Calem somehow managed to nod. “Oh yeah. There’s a lot of questions-” he began – but he didn’t get any farther.

Suddenly, the world went completely black once more. Just before it did, he thought he could see a shocked expression on the Hex Maniac’s face.

Calem opened his eyes. He was staring up at a white ceiling, a lamp shining down on him. As he shifted his eyes, he could see a couple more lamps further away. Was he… in a hallway?

He turned his head, and saw blue carpet. At the same time, he realized that he was wearing clothes. Wearing them… again? Or had… all that, the Hex Maniac taking them off and everything surrounding that… had it not happened?

Suddenly, he became aware of the noise. It was the distinct chattering noise that Delphox made whenever she was angry at something, and it was coupled with… some kind of laughter, but also noises that had the decency to sound at least somewhat ashamed.

His back feeling stiff, Calem sat up. In doing so, he realized a couple of things. One was that he was back in the hallway where he had met the Hex Maniac, and this all had begun. The other was that regardless of whether the events that he had just lived through actually happened, certain parts of his body certainly must have thought that they happened, as an… uncomfortably wet feeling further down attested. Yet another thing was that a bit further down the hallway, Delphox was indeed there – and she seemed to be scolding a Gengar.

Trying to ignore the feeling around his crotch, he stood up and walked over to her. “Hey… what’s going on? What happened?”

As he however got closer, a door to his right suddenly opened, and a voice asked “Steven?”. A voice that had just gotten very familiar to him.

Calem stopped dead in his tracks, looked at the opened door, and his eyes widened.

She was not wearing her dress, or naked for that matter, and was instead wearing a simple dark blue pyjama, which didn’t exactly show off any of her curves except the ones of her chest. Her hair was really rather messy, and her eyes were neither swirly and black, nor glowing and blue. Instead, they were just normally blue, and behind glasses. And of course, she was no giantess – but still just a bit taller than him.

In all, it was undeniable, however: she was the Hex Maniac.

And if her own widening eyes were anything to go by, she had the same moment of recognition that Calem had.

“Y-you’re the one?!” she stammered – and he did at the same time.

There was an awkward pause… at least, until the Gengar used the opportunity to rush behind the Hex Maniac, peeking out from behind her back. Not to be evaded like this, Delphox rushed to Calem’s side, and continued to glare at it.

“Oh no… you’ve done it again, haven’t you, Steven?” the Hex Maniac asked, giving the Gengar an unhappy look. The Gengar, in turn, looked down at the ground guiltily. Its owner then looked back at Calem. “Can I- uh- can I invite in for coffee? ...It’s the least I can do…”

“Uh. Tea. Tea would be nice. If you have any,” Calem said, without really thinking about it. He was still completely taken aback by the entire situation.

A couple of minutes later, he was sitting at the table in a small kitchen, opposite of the Hex Maniac, who had made herself a cup of tea as well. Both Delphox and the Gengar had been returned to their PokéBalls, though the former still had some angry glares left for the latter.

“So, uh… I guess I owe you an explanation,” the Hex Maniac finally broke the silence between them. “Urgh… this is embarrassing. Well, see… I… tend to have some pretty exhausting days at work. And in order to help me unwind, and rest better, I… usually have Steven – my Gengar – use his hypnosis on me so I can get some lucid dreams. But… he often overdoes it, and I end up projecting in the actual building. Which wouldn’t be quite so bad, if… I didn’t act a bit. Well. Differently while asleep. A bit… more forward.”

“You mean everything that… just happened was me getting pulled into your dream?”

“Basically, yes.”

"And, uh..."

“Okay… and, uh. What about this whole “the one” thing?”

In the dimly lit kitchen, the Hex Maniac’s face got even brighter than the actual lamp. “Th-that’s because of Steven! In his own way, he keeps wanting to make sure that I… get a partner. Which is sweet of him and all, but… I. Well. Have some preferences.”

Calem looked to the side, scratching his head. “Yeah… I kinda gathered that part. "Little man", huh?”

"L-look, I know that it's cliché and all! But I thought thought I wasn't doing it in front of an actual other person!"

"Right, right. Dreams."Pause. “...What’s your name, anyway?”

“...Helena.”

“I’m Calem.” Another pause. “Uh… well, I guess you remember that I was already here a couple of years ago, and encountered you. I just returned to the city for the first time in a while, and remembered all that when I passed by here, and it wouldn’t leave me any rest until I checked again. I… thought you were wondering about that.”

The Hex Maniac – Helena nodded. “I… was curious about that, yes. But, uh… I guess now that that is all cleared, I suppose you will want to head back to wherever you were staying?”

“Yeah… I really need some sleep. Resting on the floor in the hallway really wasn’t good at helping me feel any less exhausted.”

“O… okay then. I suppose that’s goodbye, then.”

Calem hesitated before answering. This really had been an absurd night, and not at all how he would have expected his return to Lumiose City to go. But… he had to admit that in some way, he had enjoyed it. After all, he had also called Helena “the one” when she had stood there in the door…

Might as well see where else this leads.

“You know, I’m going to stay in the city for a while longer… do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow?”