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Chase the Persian has yet to win Rose's heart, but a mysterious trinket may finally grant his wish.
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The Persian’s Pendant

By manonthemoon

Trade for anubiis_werewolf (FurAffinity)

(CONTAINS: muscle growth, macro, mega macro, and destruction)

Chase and Rose are copyrighted to anubiis_werewolf.

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“Ninety-seven…” Chase grunted, pushing the dumbbells off of his beefy chest. His elbows ached, and his bulging biceps burned. The Persian’s chest rose as he inhaled and brought the bar down. He pressed with all the strength he could muster, his arms quaking. “Ninety-eight…”

“C’mon, man! You can make it!” A young, jittery Machop spotted the Persian on the bench press, watching wide-eyed in awe. Chase, sweating bullets, filled his lungs to capacity with air. His muscles begged for rest, but he kept pushing. He gritted his teeth and slowly lifted the bar.

“Nnnnninety-nine…”

“Just one more, man!” The Machop’s smile widened. Chase panted. He could hear his blood pump inside his ear. The muscular Pokémorph’s arms were fighting against him, and his shoulders were numb. Chase, however, never quits. With a long guttural groan, he focused all of his remaining strength on the metal bar in his hands. An invisible, immovable force seemed to be pressing down on the Persian, but Chase persevered. He bared his white fangs and snarled. The dumbbells gradually rose higher and higher. The machop watched with twinkling eyes. Chase pushed through the pain, the shaking. His elbows began to straighten.

“One…”

Chase’s spotter leaned forward, ready. With one last burst of might, the Persian, red and perspiring profusely, grunted and extended his arms fully.

“…hundred!”

The machop scooped the bar into his hands and was barely able to slide it into the rack. Exhausted, Chase let his sore arms drop.

“That was amazing!” The Machop fawned over Chase as he sat up on the bench, panting.

“Thanks. I’ve had better days, though,” Chase humbly bragged.

“I never saw anyone do 100 in a row! I mean, I saw this one Hariyama who…”

His spotter’s voice faded from existence as Chase’s eyes became fixated on an alluring figure. Passing right in front of him, swaying her hips confidently, was Rose. The Houndoom’s beauty spellbound Chase. Her dark red workout shorts hugged her curves nicely, as did her white tank top, which exposed her impressive six-pack. She not only turned Chase’s head but every other person in the gym, regardless of what they were doing. The Persian rose to his feet, ignoring his ardent fan, and strutted toward Rose.

“Hey there, Rose,” Chase greeted with a movie star grin and his hands on his hips.

“Hey,” the Houndoom replied. She acknowledged him with only a cursory glance and unzipped her bag.

“Guess who just finished 100 reps at the bench press?” He pretended to scratch the back of his head and showed off his bicep.

“Wow. Congrats.” There was little enthusiasm in her voice. Rose began to wrap her knuckles.

“Thanks.” Chase could sense the conversation going south quickly, so he chose to pick up the pace. “So what are you doing after this?” Rose did not say a word. Chase leaned forward to catch her eye, massaging his broad shoulders the while. “Because I know a great restaurant a few blocks from here.”

“I’m good, Chase, but thank you,” she replied tersely.

“That’s fine. We don’t have to get dinner.” The Persian stretch his arm behind his head. “A nice walk on the beach, perhaps. Watching the sunset together. Maybe—“

“I’m sorry,” Rose interjected as she turned to face him, “but I’m really not interested.”

“Why not?” Chase placed his hands on the back of his head in response to her resistance. “We could have a lot of fun together—“

“And stop trying to show off your arms to me! Please.”

“You said you liked them,” he cockily retorted.

“You mean when you used Attract on me and made me your… ditzy arm candy?”

“Arm candy? Is that what you think I think of you as? You’re so much more than that. You are a beautiful goddess, a princess, and you deserve only the best.”

“I’m not going to hear this,” Rose laughed in disbelief as she bent forward to pack her bag.

“And that’s why you deserve someone like me. Strong, handsome, charming—“

The Houndoom faced Chase with fire blazing in her eyes. “Do you want me to punch you through the wall?”

“Okay. Okay. I’m done,” he said, raising his hands in defense.

“Thank you.” Rose flung her bag over her shoulder and began to walk away. She fled a few feet before turning back to Chase. “And just so you know, there are far stronger guys than you that I would rather spend my time with.” And with that final sting, she exited.

As Chase watched her leave, the sickening sludge of defeat pooled at the bottom of his stomach. He stood in the gym and felt the curious, penetrating stares of the people around him. Deep in his thoughts, the world faded around him, and he was alone with Rose’s final words echoing in the blankness. Never had someone been so elusive to him yet so desirable. Chase, however, refused to accept his predicament. If Chase wanted something, he took it, and nothing occupied his mind more than Rose.

“What do you mean it makes you grow?” The oafish voice flicked Chase’s ears to attention.

“Not so loud, Rett,” a second voice ordered. Chase turned to see a towering Rhydon with a loose satchel across his shoulder behind him. Across from the Rock-type was a stout yet burly Conkeldurr doing curls. Chase looked away, and his thief instincts kicked in.

“Sorry,” the Conkeldurr said in a quieter tone. “What do you mean?”

“Okay. So the old shopkeeper lady told me that if I wear this pendant and think about getting bigger, I’ll start growing. Y’know, buffer, taller, stronger.”

“But like… how?”

“I dunno, man. Magic? She said that there was this legend. Jirachi granted the wish of this Charizard and gave him this pendant, and he became the most powerful Pokémon in the world. I mean, I just wanted something that would give me a little extra bulk, but being the strongest Pokémon ever doesn’t sound too bad either.”

“Kinda sounds like she threw you through a loop.” The Conkeldurr grunted as he made another curl.

“Well, let’s test it out.” The Rhydon eagerly rummaged through his satchel. “This is gonna be so cool. Wait’ll the guys see…” The excitement faded from his face. “Wait.”

“What?”

“I can’t find it.” The Rhydon searched frantically to no avail. “Where is it?”

. . . . .

Alone in the locker room, the Persian thief sat on the wooden bench, hunched over his prize. The golden pendant was warm, soothing to the touch, and Chase could swear the turquoise gem imbedded in the center glowed faintly. Without wasting another moment, Chase snaked his head through the golden chain and let the pendant hang between his pecs. He exhaled pleasurably, feeling the warmth travel down his torso and through his arms.

“Alright, pendant. Give me all you got. I want to grow bigger, stronger, beefier. I want to be so huge that Rose will have no choice but to be mine. I want to be powerful.”

Chase felt a tingling shiver run through every inch of his body, and his breathing sped up as the sensation intensified. Suddenly, he groaned as his arms and legs surged with size. “Wow. It’s actually working,” he said under his breath. The excited Persian watched as his muscles grew with months worth of size in mere seconds. He smiled as his height increased with a sudden spurt. The pendant was pushed closer to his face by his rising pecs. Already 8 feet-tall, Chase was slowly becoming huge, and he wanted more.

“You can give me more than that. I can handle whatever you throw at me.” As if on cue, Chase’s body exploded in size and muscle. The Persian moaned approvingly, feeling his grey V-neck tighten against his bulging abs and swelling pecks, struggling to contain his thickening neck. His legs felt powerful enough to kick through a brick wall, and he was only getting stronger by the minute. His upper torso bulged with hulking power, and Chase found that his head tapped the flimsy panel ceiling. Regardless, he continued to grow, proud of his newfound power. The muscle-bound Persian punched his fist through the ceiling and rained bits of crumbling debris to the tile floor. He bent his neck forward, struggling to fit his growing frame in the meager locker room. As the warmth slowly faded, Chase caught his breath and perused his surroundings. The red lockers that matched his former height were barely half of his new size, and the floor was littered with the results of his destruction. Chase, the 14-foot Pokémon, chuckled at his new perspective.

“I-I’m so huge!” Chase reveled. He flexed his man-sized arm and watched his bicep swell to beyond Herculean proportions. “And sexy. Wait ‘til Rose sees the new me.” Chase purred. Just by existing, he radiated power, and he enjoyed every second. “Maybe I’ll grow even bigger. Right in front of her. She’ll have the biggest, strongest boyfriend in the world.”

Just then, Chase was washed over by a wave of warmth. His head and broad shoulders burst through the weak ceiling. “W-w-wait! I-I don’t want to g-grow… yet…” Chase fell on his hands and knees, barely able to be contained by the walls around him, and he could not help but groan as he swelled bigger and bigger. His body throbbed, craving more size, more muscles. As his back and elbows bumped against the ceiling and his thick arms pressed against the lockers, he mumbled the words, “What the heck. Make me enormous.”

The pendant glowed, and Chase radiated with warm, pleasurable energy. His musculature pulsed and ballooned with untold amounts of strength. His hulking frame tore through the ceiling like tissue paper. “Yesss…” The Persian sighed, yearning. “Yeeeessss!” The floor grew further away as Chase ascended higher and higher. The roof pushing against the muscle titan buckled under the growing pressure. The light of day peeked through the expanding cracks. Regardless of his restraints, the pendant continued to pump Chase’s body with an endless supply of power. The giant Pokémon, in a fit of primal excitement, pushed his back against the roof and unleashed a mighty roar.

The top of the gym erupted, and Chase stood up with his vast arms raised to the sky. The 150-foot Persian hummed with pride, delighting in the feeling of his bulging muscles rubbing against each other, of his trapezius brushing against the back of his neck. His pecs could withstand a missile strike, and his abs were harder than diamonds. The civilians below gasped, frozen in disbelief and fear. Chase stared back, befuddled by how tiny everyone appeared to him. As he donned a playful grin, the ant-sized pedestrians readied for the worst. Chase then showed off his tremendous arms, displaying every tensing muscle. “How does everyone like the gun show?” he asked. The crowd had no idea how to respond to the titan. “Impressive, huh? I’ve become quite the stud.” The Persian kissed his bicep.

“Chase?!” shouted a familiar, feminine voice. Chase’s eyes darted towards the ruins of the gym, which was partially obscured by his meaty pectorals. At his feet was none other than Rose, speechless.

“My darling,” Chase rumbled with the utmost suavity. “How do you like the new me?”

“W-what happened to you?”

“I found this little pendant, and now I’m strongest guy around. So… having second thoughts about our date.”

“What are you talking about?” she yelled up to the massive titan.

“I’m way bigger now than your other prospective choices,” he gloated as he struck a bodybuilder pose. “Don’t you want a boyfriend this beefy?”

Rose sighed and shied her face away with her hand. “Look, Chase. I’m sorry I got angry with you. I was in a bad mood, and it was rude of me. But I’m just… not interested. At all. I’m really sorry.” The sinking feeling of defeat simmered in Chase’s stomach again. “Please. Just… shrink down before someone gets hurt.” The cockiness plastered on his face soon became sternness.

“No,” growled Chase. That single word made Rose’s blood run cold.

“Chase…” She spoke as if she were trying to approach a cornered beast.

“No. I will not be denied you. Not when I have this much power.”

“What’s gotten into you, Chase? Take that pendant off right now!”

“No, Rose!” His voiced echoed through every street and alley. “In fact, I’m going to grow even bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And bigger until you realize that I’m the strongest, most handsome Pokémon in the world.”

The pendant gave a low drone and glowed violently. His muscles shuddered, and he immediately shot up 20 feet. “Oh yeahhh… Feel that power…”

“Chase, stop that now!” Chase did not respond, immersed in his fantasy of growth. Tons upon tons of muscle flowed into his body with no sign of stopping. He passed 200 feet and, in a matter of seconds, 260 feet. “For the love of Arceus, Chase,” Rose muttered underneath her breath. She glared at the pendant with contempt before scanning her surroundings. With every passing second, the power-hungry Persian ballooned in size, and so every second counted. Her mind was racing, abuzz with incoherent thought, and her heart beat uncontrollably fast. To her left was an office building barely twice the size of Chase, and hanging above the front door was a flagpole. “I think I have an idea.”

The Houndoom dashed across the street, her powerful legs propelling her a great distance and her agile feet flying across the asphalt. She gracefully leapt through the air, gliding as if she were a Bird Pokémon, and grabbed onto the pole, which bent with her weight before springing to its normal position. Rose swung back and forth, gaining speed and momentum. Like a fierce pendulum, her arcs became faster and faster, higher and higher. At the peak of her swing, she released the pole, somersaulting upwards, ascending dozens of feet in the air. Despite the spinning, she never stopped eyeing the glistening windows. In them, she saw Chase’s ever-growing reflection. She was barely level with his midsection. Without wasting another second, she imagined herself running up the side of the building, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished. The second half of her Quick Attack made her reappear on the surface of the skyscraper in mid-run. Another Quick Attack closed the distance between her and the top, and yet another allowed her to travel hundreds of feet in a fraction of a second. She continued to dart forward, despite her disorientation and ominous vertigo sitting in her heart. Rose, eyes fixated on the edge, determinedly pressed forward, trying to keep her momentum on the slick glass. In a last ditch effort, her limbs ignited, and she tumbled, rolling herself into a ball. Her Flame Wheel zoomed skywards, overshooting the top. The fires petered out, and Rose braced for impact. The concrete buckled under the sheer speed and force of her land, but Rose was unscathed.

A bassy groan of pleasure and the sound of burgeoning caught Rose’s ear. The Houndoom turned, and she grew cold. Chase was overflowing with muscle, now a bloated mass over 450 feet tall.

“Come to see the new me up close?” the titan chuckled, his voice echoing across the city. “Give me a little kiss.”

“You want a kiss? Fine. I’ll give you a kiss.” Rose dashed towards the edge and launched into the air above Chases head. She plummeted downwards toward the swelling Persian, who could barely stay conscious from the heavenly surges of size. Rose concentrated all of her power into her leg, and it soon was set furiously ablaze. As her descent quickened, she unleashed a fiery war cry. Her Blaze Kick impacted Chase’s forehead, and the towering Pokémon tipped backwards. Losing his balance, Chase crashed through a block of buildings, engulfing him and the falling Houndoom in a billowing dust cloud. As the smoke cleared, Rose, atop the Persian’s vast chest, saw Chase out cold. “Still a lightweight, as always.”

The Houndoom then felt Chase’s muscles beneath her feet twinge. Chase groaned, surging even larger. “Oh, c’mon!” Rose lost her footing but managed to snatch a tuft of tan fur, which grew in her grasp. She pulled herself up onto his rock-solid pectorals and darted towards the pendant, stumbling as the ground beneath her feet shifted. All she could hear was the sounds of enjoyment rumbling from Chase’s throat. The Houndoom reached the gold chain, which was as tall as her, and raised her hand above her head. She swung her palm down in a bone-cracking chop, but her attack only dented the pendant. Chase’s growth pushed him against the surrounding buildings. Frantic, Rose slammed her fists against the metal chain one after the other but only managed to buckle the gold surface. Chase was estimated at 700 feet tall, and his growth only accelerated. Rose’s knuckles throbbed, but she fought through the agony. She raised her hand once more and, with her arm, fully ablaze, she swung down with all of her might.

The chain shattered, and glimmering fragments of gold flew from the impact. The pendant slid off of Chase’s chest and clanged as it fell to the ground. The sounds of creaking and swelling were no more, and Rose finally felt she was on solid ground. Then, she felt Chase’s body dwindle, which was her cue to slide off of the giant Persian. She tumbled safely to the ground and watched as the titan deflated back to his original form. Surrounded by blocks of destruction, Chase laid on the street peacefully. Rose then walked toward the Persian, sore and exhausted. “You’re lucky you have someone like me to watch over you,” she said beneath her breath. She slung his body effortlessly onto her shoulder and casually walked down the street.

. . . . .

The setting sun stained the sky red and pink, and a burly figure skulked through the debris, crunching glass underfoot. His eyes scanned the ruins.

“Where is that stupid thing?” he said. At that moment, a glimmer of gold caught his eye. His eyes widened with desire. He shambled over to the pendant, and he held up his prize by the broken chain. The buff Pokémon grinned. “I knew you weren’t a fake,” said the Rhydon.

The End.