The sun blazed over the crystal-clear waters, the waves crashing gently against the shore. You weren’t sure how the day had led to this—standing waist-deep in the ocean, staring at the towering, curvaceous goddess that Serena had become.

She smirked, running a hand through her wet honey-blonde hair, her deep blue eyes locking onto yours with a playful glint.

“Not what you expected, huh?” she teased, flexing her arm slightly, the muscle beneath her flawless skin shifting with raw, unnatural power. “Guess training my Pokémon wasn’t the only thing that grew out of control.”

She stepped closer, her massive chest barely contained in the tiny bikini top she’d chosen, her absurdly tight waist emphasizing just how outrageously wide her hips had become. She was perfection incarnate—every inch of her body sculpted by the power she had absorbed from her Pokémon.

Before, she had been petite, barely reaching 1.55 meters (5’1”) and built like a twig. Flat-chested, skinny, with little muscle or curves to speak of. But now? Now she was a living, breathing powerhouse. Standing at an Amazonian 1.92 meters (6’4”), her proportions defied all logic.

Her breasts? Beyond massive, an impossible J-cup, full and impossibly perky despite their weight. Her waist? An impossible 55 cm (22 inches), so tight it looked like she had been sculpted by divine hands. And her hips? Thick, powerful, wide enough to make any woman envious, her thighs packed with strength that could shatter stone with ease.

She reached out, resting her absurdly soft yet devastatingly strong hand on your chest, pushing you back gently—though even the lightest touch from her carried the weight of her inhuman strength.

“Still think I’m just the cute little girl from Vaniville Town?” she whispered, tilting her head. “Or do you finally get it? I’ve evolved.”