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Helena's Tour of the Mysteries
🕑 Added 2022-11-01 03:21:04 +0000 UTC[The following story is a Pokemon Masters EX fanfiction, featuring Helena (Hex Maniac) growing to hundreds of kilometers tall. It contains themes of crush/destruction; feet/footwear; handheld/fingernails; abduction; butt/sitting; unaware; sniffing/nasal/sneezing; vomiting.]
Dusk had set upon Lavender Town. The atmosphere of gloom and melancholy mired the location at that hour, especially as ceremonies began within the famous Pokemon Tower. Locals and visitors alike were welcomed to take part in the rituals that would honor pokemon partnerships from the past, though only so many could scale so high up the structure, only as far as their nerves could bravely take them. As night fell and darkness sank into the gravesites, it was the devoted Channelers that attended to chores along the numerous floors, ranks of women that calmed upset spirits and guided lost souls to the afterlife. Though the halls and flights could be eerily empty, the sounds of ceremonies could be heard around any corner – until a rumble passed up and through the building, like a shiver running up a spine. All activities ceased as patrons and servants alike came to an uneasy stop, anxiously turning to the windows, where some were able to glimpse at that which had arrived: a looming presence casting its own darker night from the shadow of its hugeness, what some conceived first as a storm before comprehending that it was alive, looking with swirling pupils and breathing with jittery lips. A person posed on their hands and knees, arched high above Lavender Town – far above the region, an individual that was tens of kilometers tall that blended into the evening sky except for her face, her beaming expression of overflowing curiosity made obvious by her striking paleness and the dark bags beneath her eyes. Intimidating enough at a distance, that face then rushed past the clouds, emphasizing the reality of just how huge the visiting Hex Maniac truly was.
“Yoohoo~ Is this Lavender Town…? Ah! Th-That little tower… must be Pokemon Tower! Yes, th-this must be the place!!” Helena’s enthusiasm erupted like a broken dam, relentlessly pouring out over the startled citizens. The noise of hysteria was overpowered entirely by her volume, her voice surely bellowing outwards to the rest of the region – as much of it that remained, so much of its paths and towns having disappeared after being blanketed by Helena’s dress. “Ah, I’ve read so much about this…! Are there actually spirits residing in here…? Mm, it’s hard to see from up here~”
In nostalgic Kanto, the Pokemon Tower was a prime tourist location for anyone traveling through the region, but it was a must-see spot for enthusiasts of the arcane and unexplainable – a host of rumors regarding the living-dead and possessed Channelers. It was why Helena arrived in such a hurry, as it was the perfect beginning to her newly initiated Tour of Mysteries, a journey to observe the world’s oddest places. The opportunity to do so sprung onto Helena while she was exploring comet-landing sites outside Geosenge Town. She had heard a rumor of there existing a place of power, unaware that she had stepped into the right place at the right time – still oblivious to why or what occurred, Helena awoke after passing out to discover herself unfathomably huge, stretched out across her home region of Kalos like a messy mountain range. When she then stood up on anxious legs, she had the entirety of Lumiose City between her loafers, a circle of light that could be hidden under her dress; shortly after did she then launch onto her expedition, announcing as much to the population before dashing towards Kanto, leaving the city in an aftermath of earthquakes and surrounded by craters of destruction.
Channelers of Pokemon Tower went outside onto balconies and the rooftop to see for themselves the entity that had appeared – overhead, and all around. They were met with billowing winds made by breaths of excitement, their ritual fans blowing out of their grasps as they tried to ready them; they persisted, but fleetingly, attempting to use their wits as Channelers to counteract the dark force in the sky, believing it to be a mad spirit awoken. They chanted and danced, but the world still trembled as the giant drew nearer – coming closer to look at the tower, and in doing so laying wider waste to the land. Forests fell flat under her massiveness as she pressed along the terrain, her chest gradually unrolling over the outer suburbs of Lavender Town and threatening to collapse farther; behind her were leagues of devastation that went unnoticed in the moment, the lengths of Kanto having become a mattress for an enigmatic woman to creep across, her ass gracelessly spiked into the sky as she slithered low towards that one point of interest. One knee had wiped Celadon City off the map, the other risked doing the same to Vermillion City, but only Lavender Town and its single landmark held Helena’s attention, an obsessive interest that swamped the occupants inside with overbearing fascination.
“Eh-heh… I can really sense the energies resonating from here~” Helena chuckled, her eyes narrowing darkly onto the tiny tower. Indeed, the proud structure was shorter than her pinky nail was long; Helena made that very comparison, a purple-polished claw veering up to Pokemon Tower to be measured. Its seven distinct floors, each designed with high ceilings between them, made the tower only just tall enough to be recognized – but she wondered if it was also big enough to take.
And so it happened when she whimmed it, her thumbnail delving into the earth beneath Pokemon Tower, the pad of her forefinger capped on its rooftop. Her brow furrowed steeply as she honed onto the delicate procedure, humming under her exhale as she carefully lifted the location up from the ground. The building jostled and cracked, its stories wanting to come undone, but Helena’s pressure was delicate enough to keep the shape steady – tepidly. While Helena awed over the tiny tower she had uprooted, those inside were thrust into panic and peril, responding to unearthly forces that flung them from wall to wall. Columns and graves crumbled all around them, flushes of debris that rolled along the floor with the Channelers; their desperate cries and shrieks rattled out from Pokemon Tower as it was stripped into the air, a haunting noise that Helena was keen to listen to, even aiming her ear towards the chaos to hear the ghostly sounds more clearly.
“Aha! Spirits!!” Helena laughed, popping up from her prone posture with her newly acquired possession. She cradled the location in a nest of fingertips, precariously tilting the structure under her gaze; Channelers spilled outside and onto these pads of flesh, suddenly lost in the trails of fingerprints like specks of dust. Helena cooed, “Eh-heh… I’ll keep this as a souvenir… I have so much to examine later…!!”
The edge of a purple nail stroked one side of Pokemon Tower, a touch that tickled her finger back with the knowledge that she had a legendary landmark literally at her fingertips. A final breath whirled around the shambling structure before Helena dismissed it, sealing the building and its Channelers away in between her two layers of clothes; she watched the place disappear into the collar of her robe, then looked forward eagerly to where she would head next. Some kilometers away was the region of Hoenn, but as Helena rocketed to her full height, she estimated it would take only a minute or two for her massiveness to get there.
As the night rolled in, the sea appeared to grow anxious. Waves crashed into one another like a never-ending brawl, swirling and rocking the ships that were caught in the waters; though the winds also howled, it was not a storm responsible for the unruliness. Sailors looked out into the darkness, expecting to find water-pokemon that would explain the phenomenon, but would soon discover what was disturbing the tides, realizing too late that the cause of the such force was far beyond their reckoning. They heard an explosive splash, like a meteor striking the sea, and then ahead of them was a wave too wide and high to be escaped, roaring away from the city-sized loafer that had plunged into the depths.
Helena shivered from the cold that swept up to her ankles, chilled by the sea that she tread through like a shallow creek. She watched her feet with each stride she took, her skirt hiked up to her knees and bundled in her hands; she was wary of where she stepped, not because of any boats she would be blindsiding underfoot, but because of the uneven seafloor down below, that which her soles were gradually turning into beds of sand. The paleness of her exposed legs made them highlighted in the darkness as they trampled onward, kicking up radical tsunamis and leaving vortexes raging in her wake. The ocean itself was its own genuine mystery that Helena thought to appreciate, but in the distance was her destination, another spooky locale: a mountain illuminated by scattered torchlights, the historic Mt Pyre of Hoenn.
“What a perfectly eerie glow…! Ah, even the sea around it lights-up!” Helena was bitten with excitement as she reached the shores of Mt Pyre, near enough that she could release her skirt and allow the hem to unroll down to her ankles. Her hands crept to her cheeks, grasping her face and the imagination flowing out of her crazed expression; “I-It’s so big– well, bigger than Pokemon Tower…! So, there must be many more spirits inside, right…?”
Though the island was indeed larger than the Kantonian site, Mt Pyre stood miserably short compared to its grand visitor. Its peak, where keys to ancient powers were said to rest, was only shin-high to her; water rushed far up its sides from the waves cracked by Helena’s arrival, flushing into the corridors and sweeping people away. Moonlight was eclipsed, casting the location into a deeper darkness that enveloped the mountain’s many patrons. They had fled inside into the catacombs of Mt Pyre, retreating away from the cliffs that collapsed like dust sand shivered loose. Crowded at the entrances, travelers looked frantically up at the towering shadow, struggling to comprehend the shape as a Hex Maniac – a pokemon trainer very much like the ones within Mt Pyre, fellows of the same interest about the unknown and unexplained. Hoenn Hex Maniacs believed it was an omen come to life, a harbinger of despair that had appeared then to claim the historic location, but they were left not knowing what would come of them as Helena harbored outside, kneeling closer to the mountain so that her spiraling eyes could see the ledges of detail more clearly. Curtains of tangled air loomed low off her shoulders, spreading out as a mist in the sky that seemed to surround her prize.
“Rumor has it… that trainers would bury their pokemon at higher points of Mt Pyre… to represent the strength of their bond…” Helena rambled aloud to herself, but her voice buzzed deep into the catacombs where mystery-seekers were hiding. “Heh-heh… and if a pokemon wasn’t buried high enough… its spirit would remain on earth… and repossess its dead body!!” A cheek cradled into her clammy palm as her eyes followed a series of stairs, various flights that mazed around the cliffsides towards the top. Her giggling faded; “All that walking would have been exhausting… E-Even this short stroll has really worn me out… or is that the spirits, taking my breath away…? Hahh~”
While wistfully watching the mountain, Helena remembered stories of Mt Pyre and its tourists. People would frequently make the trip to the peak and celebrate with a well-earned rest, and a picture to mark the occasion, posed amidst its monuments. The thought of taking a selfie burned her paleness away with red embarrassment, but as she pulled on the collar of her sweater, she decided that she at least deserved a break like any other visitor. She specifically recalled the Backpackers that would travel as couples to Mt Pyre and other locations, jealous of not just of their picturesque romance, but of their opportunities to visit those iconic places. While thinking of a particular photo of two people sitting at Mt Pyre’s highest point, Helena turned herself around so that her backside faced the island; her hands ran down the rear of her legs, packing her skirt against them as she looked past her shoulder, down at where she planned to claim a seat.
Knowing what she was doing, Helena began to quiver with hesitation, but was already committed. Rather than second-guess her decision, Helena smiled shakily and allowed her weight to drop faster atop Mt Pyre – brr-booooom! The peak melted beneath her, falling apart so easily that Helena could nearly not feel the impact. Her ass continued to descend at a steady pace, collapsing through the highest level and into the next, subsequently caving into every floor. Though she heard the land groan and creak underneath herself, Helena was deaf to the true cacophony of her sitting-down, unaware of how loud the cliffs cracked open, how the ceilings crumbled onto gravesites, how the patrons inside screamed and panicked throughout the catacombs – none would guess that Mt Pyre’s demise was of it becoming a cushion for that tremendous woman, its pride as a landmark genuinely sinking into the sea as an overwhelming ass wore the mound into nothingness.
To Helena, the momentous destruction felt like gravel shifting under her butt. Her blushed face winced as she felt pieces fall into place, some shards harder than others, but she otherwise found the land as soft and welcoming, molding to the shape of her posterior and the dress that was tight around it. The flinching soon ceased, replaced with chirp-like moans of pleasure as she settled into place; “I-It’s getting crushed~” she noted delightfully, “Mt Pyre… is now just a stain…! O-On the back of my dress…!” With a kick-like giggle, Helena pushed her seat deeper down, feeling one last level of the island crumble under her. In doing so, she was then planted in muddy seawater – it was all that remained after being flattened under Helena, an entire island and its history vanished by her giggling, gigantic form. Her legs stretched out into the surrounding waters, creating space around her to be admired for its emptiness; she played with the pool of ruins, lifting her fingers out of the remains and watching the debris trickle down between them.
Hoenn rumbled anew as Helena picked herself up out of the water, happily ready to move on to the next location on her list. As she curled forward off the broken mass of earth, she took the time to massage her ass, where remnants of Mt Pyre were caked around its shape. Grazing fingers easily dislodged the debris into a cloud of dust behind her, though with how huge the fibers of her dress were – and how wide the gaps between them – so much reamined caught like in a net, including so many trainers and attendants, carried along with the Hex Maniac as she commenced her voyage elsewhere.
Sparkling morning light filtered through the complex canopy that roofed over Eterna Forest, so early in the day that the vague purple of night had yet to fade away, and the rising sun was still a red glow on Sinnoh’s eastern shore. Dawn was a tranquil time, the area having been quiet and calm for the bug pokemon creeping out from burrows, replacing the ghost- and dark-types that slipped back into the shadows. It was thus an ideal time for dedicated trainers to search the forest for powerful new allies; they traveled between the countless trees and hills, or otherwise veered towards the Old Chateau, the abandoned landmark popular with Psychics and other enthusiasts of the abnormal.
All at once, the peace was ruined. A quake swept through the forest, shaking the trees and disturbing nests of bird pokemon; a heavier tremor then followed, enough to make the oldest and weakest trees timber over. Trainers and travelers alike were paused where they walked when the vibrations reached them, their puzzled faces turning to the streaks of daylight around them for answers that were far away – but fast approaching. As more pokemon took flight from the forest, the humans began to gather from their corners, huddling towards the Old Chateau if they could find it, but still unable to see past the dense canopy as to what foreboding presence was closing in on them. The quaking pattern grew more intense, perpetually stirring dust loose from the Old Chateau – thoom… thoom… thoom…
“Hee-hee~ It’s exactly like wet grass under my feet~! The land and air of Sinnoh are so pure – is the environment itself… supernatural…?”
Helena took a deep inhale from above the clouds, filling her lungs with what she believed to be cleaner, high-altitude air – truthfully no different than any other part of the stratosphere her tallness breathed from. Undeniably, however, was that the temperature was cooler than that of Kanto or Hoenn, a chill most notably felt between her toes and along her bare soles. Her loafers were pinched together in one hand and carried; upon arriving at Sinnoh, Helena chose to remove her sea-soaked shoes and continue barefoot through the region, deciding to do so when she saw the sprawl of Eterna Forest laid out before her. The variety of greens spoke to her senses and inspired her to feel the terrain for which Sinnoh was known for, and so her Tour of Mysteries left a distinct trail of foot-shaped craters, carving a path that tore through towns and villages. Her pace, which had been hurried going from one region to another, had significantly slowed down as she stepped into the expansive forest; the carpet-like land under her feet was soothingly soft and cool, but the consequences below were harsh and brutal, acres of trees snapping into nothingness, the hills sinking into featureless wastelands. Each step would uproot some of that ancient land, stuck to her sole like mud and flung through the air until it came crashing back down a mile out. Helena audibly moaned when she curled her toes tight, the pudgy digits effortlessly mincing the maze-like paths, occasionally catching an unseen traveler into the grinding mess between them.
So entranced with that cool feeling at her feet, Helena was distracted from the reason she went to Sinnoh to begin with, lazily overlooking the Old Chateau and its sheltered denizens. She had read online about mysterious reports regarding the abandoned landmark, as well as having learned about its history; unlike gravesites or burial grounds, the Old Chateau was a bonafide haunted house, at least according to the blurry pictures and unusual descriptions. However, there was always the suspicion that it was all a hoax – some Sinnoh locals suggested the building never existed, never finding the place themselves within the confusing forest. Such was apparently the case for Helena, who had thought too late to investigate Eterna Forest before the hidden location fell under her shadow…
Booooom!! It was an incredible impact that struck the world next, a meteoric footfall that landed just outside the Old Chateau property. Whirlwinds of tree splinters flew outward from the heel that had just barely missed the refuge. The building and its contents were jumped by the surprise, its foundation challenged as the earth shifted and groaned; the old interior whined and cracked apart, threatening to collapse on top of the sheltering trainers. Many fled out the doors, but were paralyzed by what met them outside, immediately gawking up the pale-skinned obelisk that had stomped so close. It was their first time comprehending the force that stormed upon them, unable to recognize that it was a waif, muscleless leg that was within the forest, the heel alone so tall and broad that it dwarfed not only the Old Chateau, but all of nearby Eterna City, whose citizens were tossed into an uproar themselves over the danger storming their region. Indeed, its daunting scale was giant enough to eclipse the faraway image of Mt Coronet, its magnificence diminished by how lowly it appeared next to a woman’s feet.
“Hmmm… Actually, it should be somewhere around here…” Helena mumbled, stopping mid-step to survey her surroundings. She turned her head back at the grass-like ground she had covered, but between the vacant lots where her feet had crushed the geography flat, she could not find the secluded Old Chateau. With every moment of uncertainty, her feet twisted in the places they were planted; her right foot slid backwards, nearing ever closer to the destination she was overlooking. Helena wrapped a finger around her chin while holding her foot there, “Perhaps the rumors about the rumors were true – which means, the rumors were untrue. That’s the most disappointing kind of rumor…”
Discouraged to keep looking, Helena sighed and settled still in Eterna Forest to figure out what to do next. By resting her feet flat, she sealed the fate of the Old Chateau, a scene of destruction only acknowledged by its victims. Shadows claimed any light that filtered through the tattered ceiling as the barrier of flesh came roaring down, skirting just above the canopy before sentencing itself upon the property. From top to bottom, the building was eviscerated, the trainers inside helpless to resist the humiliating fate of becoming added waste to the bottom of a Hex Maniac’s foot.
As quickly and carelessly as it had turned the grounds into ruins, the foot then jumped away, booming off elsewhere across Sinnoh. Where it had once pushed down on the earth was now a hole in the region, a lengthy streak of broken trees that concealed any remnants of the Old Chateau. The mysteries it once held behind its wooden walls were now lost forever in the annals of an enthusiast’s foot, the tourist none the wiser that she had casually destroyed the very place she came to visit, blissfully carrying on bare foot onto the next location on her mental list – but for a fraction of a moment, Helena did acknowledge the particularly pleasant crunch close to her toes, giggling as she made an effort then to route her path through whatever towns and cities she could ascertain.
Prior to noon, civilization was in shambles. Reports of the gigantic menace and her destructive presence had reached all regions of the world. Cities were shut down for mass evacuations as populations prepared themselves for the frightening possibility that she could be upon them at any moment; if they were not packing supplies or seeking shelter, they were glued to social media and news broadcasts, tuning in to keep aware of the giant woman’s whereabouts, worried that their part of the world could be next. Much of those updates came sourced from the Goldenrod Radio Tower, where news reporters and anchors worked diligently to keep the populations informed of the global tragedy that was unfolding.
Those broadcasts were then disrupted as the infamous earthquakes plaguing the world had begun resonating across Johto. After traveling afar to Sinnoh, Helena had circled back to the nearest mainland, deciding to return closer to home rather than wade across another ocean. She debuted above the region with a hand held over her brow, shielding the sun that had since come out during her tour. The daylight made her sigh, but she was pleased by how it glistened like gold across the land and its rolling features, appreciating not only its beauty, but the fact that it would highlight her next destination – bitter about the Old Chateau, she swore she would not overlook Johto’s historic Burned Tower and Bell Tower.
“Eh-heh, I’ve been here before! I wonder how much the region has changed…?” Helena said to herself, stopping briefly to scan Johto as she neared its center. “Lots of schools take class trips to Ecruteak City to visit the towers… I still remember feeling chills as I looked through the burned walls and floors…~” She hid her amusement behind her free hand, not wanting to become distracted with nostalgia. Fortunately, she was quick to pinpoint the landmarks she was after, distinguishing Bell Tower from the modern buildings that surrounded it. Helena gasped with joy, “Ahah!! I-It’s so tiny…!!” In her surprise, she dropped her loafers from her grasp and rushed forward across the region, allowing the pair to bombard Olivine City – the beachside city was devastated by the unfortunate attack, skyscrapers toppling aside as the purple shoes crashed, bounced, and then dully settled into stillness.
The streets of Ecruteak City became flooded with evacuees, the crowds rushing like waves in a river’s current in a unified direction – opposite of Helena. But regardless of how madly they moved, the progress they made to get away was minuscule; terrifyingly soon were the tremors of her approach spreading around them, her phenomenal image too tall to comprehend. They witnessed the hills outside Ecruteak become broken by a single stride, which pitted the city in the pace of where she would next step – except that was not where she placed her foot. Rather, Helena steadied herself far outside the location, standing with her legs apart so that her place of interest was centered in front of her. She paused there, beaming onto the city with spinning pupils and a stretched smile; more so than previous stops on her tour did she want to admire the location and its details.
“It looks so much more modern now~ as to be expected,” Helena remarked, leaning low above Ecruteak City with knocked knees – though that was still not close enough for her. Without warning, she made a seat out of the terrain beneath her, cratering into a neighborhood too shallow to be acknowledged in that instant. She sat with her legs in arches out in front of her with her skirt pulled up to her knees, presenting her dress as a wide-open tunnel of darkness that guided onlookers directly to her underwear, which was plain white and appeared deceptively soft between her thighs. More intimidating, however, was Helena’s face lurching over her knees, tilted with curiosity that drooled from her quivering lips; “I was so amazed by how big the city was… but now, i-it looks more like a model playset…~”
Helena then confirmed just how brittle the little city was by dipping a fingertip into the city square. A mere brush wiped away numerous homes off the map, leaving a cut in the landscape where houses once stood. Her fingers lingered above the destruction, rolling together to loosen free the debris packed into her prints. After a smug laugh, that same index finger returned to the ground, carving out specific shapes – letters of Helena’s name, written out in anxious penmanship. It was a callback to when she visited Ecruteak as a student, a memory of when she and her class added their names to a visitors’ mural; unlike that tourist ritual, her name would exist as a permanent feature of the landscape, forever labeling the area as something that belonged to her.
Where the A of her name was scrunched short to fit happened to be the site of the famous Burned Tower. As though its latent holiness was responsible, Helena’s finger did not dash through the location, the purpled nail halting just before hitting its gates. She awed over the ashened spot, holding her fingertip just above it in a point; she shivered with the temptation to lay her finger back down and smother the Burned Tower like a dying ember. Encouraging her to do so was the knowledge of its grand history, sensing the spirits that surely dwelled in that important landmark; she had paid her respects as a student, but hanging above the Burned Tower instilled an electric feeling of power, much like she had when she took Pokemon Tower into her possession.
A bead of sweat ran down Helena’s temple. After a beat of contemplation, she closed her eyes, and opened them to discover her finger firmly pressed into the earth – the Burned Tower had disappeared underneath it. She gasped at her own impulse, lifting her hand up to be examined; swirling eyes looked closely at her fingertips, identifying the black smudge as the landmark’s remains. Hundreds of years of pokemon history had instantly become a stain on her skin, made into less than that when she circled her fingertips together and spread the mess between the two. The depths of her damages gradually dawned on her as she understood the significance that was erased, her expression shifting from worry, then fluster, and finally glee.
“Ancient power… I can sense it spilling out from the debris…!” Helena commented, gazing even closer at her fingertips. “Spirits from long ago… Energies that have laid dormant for ages…! I-I wonder…” Out of strange interest, she brought her nose closer to the black stains on her digits, starting a series of sniffs that grew in intensity with every inhale. Her curious stare was then panged with disgust and underlined with blush; “... I don’t know what I expected to smell…”
Beyond breathing a bad scent, however, was the onset of a much greater consequence. Tiny tears dotted the corners of her weary eyes as a tickle touched her nostrils; Helena had to breathe in, preparing herself the sneeze that was rapidly brewing from her sinuses. A jitter that ran down her body also affected Johto around her, the evacuating populations made aware of her ailment. Facing the inevitable, citizens that were trying to leave Ecruteak City were then bounding for the nearest bunkers they could utilize, agonizingly uncertain how apocalyptic the upcoming storm was to be, if it were even possible to survive. Some succumbed to hopelessness immediately, stopping dead in the streets, convincing themselves they could actually feel the air around them lifting up and away.
“Huh-h… I-I’m sorry… Haaah… Haa–!!”
From outside the region, an echoing wind-sound was heard – but in Johto’s borders, the effect was all-encompassing. Eventually, the entire region would be swept by some reach of that gale, some cities winded worse than others. Ecruteak, however, was wounded by an orbital strike – assaulted by a concentrated hurricane, the result of Helena carelessly aiming her sneeze into the city. Like a laser beam, the air itself sliced through Ecruteak, no building of any age able to withstand such forces, some outright disintegrating. Structures quickly collapsed and were thus carried by the winds, added as hazards that further ripped the environment apart. Glass shattered, trees broke, vehicles flew; as though whole blocks had been flipped upside-down, the resulting setting was despairingly bleak for the survivors to grasp, a grim parody of the community they once loved.
A pitiful sniffle, moist and grotesque, then insulted Ecruteak from above. Helena winced, “Ugh! Erk… I-It happened so fast…” While recovering from that jolt, she stretched her legs flat in a v-shape and peered over the aftermath of her sneeze. Blinking back to her senses, she realized a particular detail; she gasped into a smile, “Bell Tower…! I-It got covered in m-my…!”
Her laughter unleashed like an avalanche, rumbling the world as she pointed at the miserable sight: Bell Tower, once the noble perch for the legendary Ho-oh, had been leveled by a bombing of snot. In its defeated, fallen state, it was also mired in mucous, a clear and viscous material that seeped through the severed floors. The weight of that wetness wore the ruins down into a swampy tomb, the excess oozing out into the wind-struck streets.
Helena threw herself forward to observe the destruction closely, panting fanatically over the power she expressed – a single sneeze had not only rocked a major city, but her specks of snot had devastated a place of historical and religious significance, its importance as a location undone by her unmannerly mistake. While breathing over the gross remains, she found herself unstoppably squirming and swaying – imbued with a melting arousal and ashamed of it, confused as to why such an odd situation was so erotic. Her smile twisted and her eyes spun faster, humiliated to know that the whole world was watching her, helpless to her perverse whims.
What started as a Tour of Mysteries had taken a surprising shift in priorities for Helena. As she laid restlessly on top of Johto, she considered how her body had become something of a vessel for all the places she had such obsessive interest in. Her hands swept shiveringly around her body, grazing the stains of landmarks she visited; she groped her chest that pocketed Pokemon Tower, and massaged her ass which had sunk Mt Pyre; her feet hugged each other, reliving the soft touch of Eterna Forest under her soles. Spinning onto her back, and thus rolling over another length of Johto, Helena sought to center her swirling mind, as beyond just the dizziness of her arousal, she also sensed the symptoms of genuine sickness, a feeling stuck in her stomach that forewarned a major turn.
Her legs pulled and kicked; her skin crawled and her fingers dug into the earth. The sensation overtaking Helena and casting her in an uncomfortable fit was actually familiar: it was how she felt at Geosenge Town, just before she grew to her globe-trotting height. “A-Again?! Ergh… At this rate… hgh…”
It was worse than before. Helena curled up into a seat, feeling a throb over her body – a surge that accented her sickness. Her arms grabbed her thin stomach when she felt another throb, then another; each pulse was unmistakably making her bigger, her expanding scale uncontested by any earthly terrain. Afraid she might overwhelm Johto, she pushed herself up onto her feet and wobbled towards the nearest coastline. Helena grasped at her mouth, only making it so far before collapsing onto her knees and bending forward – gracelessly, she puked into the sea with diminished accuracy. She apologized as it happened, but it could not be restrained, the torrent that escaped her throat and poured over an unfortunate swathe of victims: Cianwood City and the Whirl Islands. Consisting of breads, moo-moo milk, and macarons, the vomit washed civilization into the sea, the clean waters tainted by an upchucked Kalosian diet. Helena groaned, then spewed again; disgusted with what she saw, she unabashedly abandoned and ignored the mess, excusing herself elsewhere in the region so that her body could grow as it demanded.
“Wh-Why…? All of a sudden, th-this is happening…” Helena whined, stumbling over herself and blindly obliterating cities with every awkward step. Even when afflicted with the supernatural, her passion to comprehend such powers persisted, and so through blurred thoughts, she strained to make sense of the magic at play. “C-Could it be… that I’ve disturbed the gods…? W-Was it inhaling Burned Tower? Or, i-is this a curse from Lavender Town?! Haah… S-So many possibilities, heh-heh…~” Too perplexed to walk, she went on her knees and crawled over the continent without direction – only comparing herself to her surroundings, environments now too little to be recognized. “Whatever the reason… I-I want to accept it…! I’ll gladly give up my body to the unknown…! Let the power channel through me! I want to know…!!”
There was vast unease in the other hemisphere of the planet, its regions and oceans not yet contacted by the giant threat, but anxiously enduring the distant effects. Populations were suspended by the media that updated every second of the ongoing catastrophe; pokemon were similarly at a standstill, sensing the dread that developed the other half of the planet, universally helpless to prevent any of it from spreading. They waited, listened, and watched – until, like boiling water, they rioted, sparked by the dawn of five distinct pillars that claimed stretches of the sky.
These purple-tipped obelisks were fingers, a claw that rose around everything in a slow ascent that officially claimed Earth as belonging to one woman. Longer than any one region’s territory, the fingers began curling around the globe, crunching through tectonic plates and bending around continents, fissuring all terrains so that the world bubbled between the tremendous digits. Magma bled and oceans erupted; storms cracked and winds roared. If the flesh of the fingers did not bring destruction, then the strength of their grip would, a tightness that was applied with virtually no effort – she was gentle, allowing the planet to float into her grasp, tender in how she grasped it.
Yet that care did not prevent the apocalypse, and Helena was indifferent. Her voice rumbled space itself as she muttered aloud about the world’s mysteries belonging to her. She scoped out the troubled corners of her Earth, swirled eyes widening with delight as she viewed microscopic scenes of reality tearing apart. Giggling and blushing, Helena lifted her other hand above the world, as she would when appraising the energies of a supernatural item – or preparing a pokeball.
“... And that’s the story!” Helena concluded confidently.
“Wow. What?” the Punk Girl replied flatly. “That’s the story?”
“That wasn’t a rumor at all,” the Ace complained. “It was more like… aimless rambling.”
“Yeah that was majorly weird,” the Punk Girl added, vaguely hiding her mean smile behind her overlength sleeve. “So you’re telling us, for real, that you somehow grew super-huge and then… destroyed the world? Our world?”
Helena weighed her cheek into her hand, distressed by the reaction her story was getting from these Pasio trainers. A Punk Girl and Ace Trainer approached her at the lobby, interested in hearing world conspiracies that they could investigate on their own later. The Hex Maniac was overjoyed to have willing listeners, and so she thought them worthy of learning her grandest story, one that would surely spin around their understanding of reality. However, after explaining everything, Helena’s audience was underwhelmed, and certainly not convinced.
“What was with the feet part?” the Ace had to ask. “Why did you take off your shoes?”
“I think she’s just a creep like that,” the Punk Girl fake-whispered to the Ace while sneering at Helena. “Probably gets her weird kicks from telling people stuff like this~”
Helena’s knees buckled with embarrassment. “Ah… well…” she began, but the two turned away to leave. She spoke up, “Pasio is a fascinating place, isn’t it? An artificial, full-scale island… Constructed so quickly, with so many unique environments… It’s brought together so many important people…
“... And isn’t it odd, how no one has been allowed to leave? If you ask around, you notice that people’s memories are very patchy… like everyone has forgotten something. We only have our one partner pokemon here, as if too many pokemon would be an issue… Perhaps everything is as it seems, but Pasio had to be a costly venture… Perhaps it’s had a different purpose this entire time.”
The Punk Girl and Ace stood captive to her addendum. They were silent, but one soon turned, followed by the other. They nervously walked away without remark, each contemplating differently what had been told to them, captured by their own thoughts.
Behind them, Helena giggled through her fingers. “... It’s just a theory, though.”
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gtsfef
Absolutely love the scale of this, always fun seeing you write something on that level, whether it is just a theory that hex maniac had or not :D
