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The sun shone bright in the sky as Frank and Chance exited the tattoo parlour, lightly clutching the wrappings on their arms as they made their way outside. It was the first time either of them stepped foot in one before, so they went together to support one another.

"Damn, this really hurts still." Frank gingerly massaged the bandaged area with his fingers.

"I wouldn't mess with that too much." Chance nudged the German Shepherd's good arm. "It's a wound, remember? You gotta let it heal."

Frank grunted from the tingling pain on his arm. "Yeah, I know." His head whipped in the direction of the nearest intersection, noticing that the bus that they needed to take was already making its rounds. "Aw shit, we missed our bus. Is the next one coming soon?"

"Nah, I checked already. We got some time still."

"Fuck..." Frank grumbled, a bead of sweat trickling down and matting the fur on the side of his face. He only just became aware of the overbearing nature of the midday sun and instantly shot his gaze around to try and find some solace from the heat. "There, the bench in the shade."

"Good call." Chance followed the GSD to the open seats, relishing in the harsh sunlight getting blocked out. "It shouldn't be too long, but it's still a few blocks away." He fluffed the collar of his shirt to induce airflow as he turned his head to his friend. "So, you gonna tell me what you got?"

Frank grimaced. "I said that we were gonna show each other later, remember?"

"And I said that I had been up early this morning and needed a nap as soon as I got home." Chance shot the dog a knowing glance. "It's fine, you can just tell me what it is." He gently placed a hand on the canine's shoulder.

"Alright, alright." Frank waved off the tiger. "You remember that book series I always read as a kid?"

Chance's face scrunched up as he tried to recall what the dog was talking about. "Oh lemme see..." He snapped his fingers as if to help him think more clearly. "Wasn't it... Animorphs, or something like that?"

"That's it exactly!" Frank beamed.

"So you got one of the characters on your arm then?"

"Uh..." Frank scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, it was one of the species they made up. A Hork-Bajir, to be exact," he stated matter-of-factly. "I always said when I was younger that I'd get that as my first tattoo."

Chance lightly chuckled. "Would've thought your tastes have changed by now."

"Oh, they have. I just made a promise to myself, and I wanted to keep it. You know how it goes." Frank threw up his hands. "So what's yours then?"

"Okay, remember when you always came over to my place and we'd-"

"Digimon." Frank blurted out, not even needing to think about it.

The speed in which the canine exclaimed the answer sent Chance into shocked silence. "Well shit, you've got a mind like a steel trap." He bent over while laughing. "Guess which one then. It'll definitely be a mon you've heard of."

"Oh, I think I do know this. It's, um..." Frank snapped his fingers as he attempted to jog his memory. "I think it was the lion one, uh..." He gripped the sides of his head for a moment before the image came flooding back to him. "Leomon, yeah?"

"You got it!" Chance clasped his legs in amazement. "Remind me to take you if I ever go play cards in Vegas."

Frank snorted at the thought. "Don't bother, I never remember anything important." He leaned back on the wooden bench in an attempt to stretch his back out, only for the sudden blur of motion out of the corner of his eye to signal him that a vehicle was rapidly approaching. "Hey, is that our bus?" He pointed down the road.

Chance looked over, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull as he hastily stumbled to his feet. "Oh fuck!"

***

Besides nearly missing a second, consecutive bus, the rest of the way home was extraordinarily uneventful for Frank, to which he was grateful for. The pain on his arm had acted up the entire ride, but he just chalked it up to not being used to having tattoos. That would all change, though; this would be his start of many trips to the parlour. Hopefully.

He breathed a sigh of contentment as the air-conditioned main room to his apartment welcomed him in, closing the door behind him as he left his keys on the table that he ate dinner on. He always appreciated coming home to a cool pad after a scorcher of a day like today.

Despite the heat, Frank felt like cooking up something spicy for supper that night. He quickly hurried over to the fridge to check out what he had on hand, eyeing more than enough chilis than what was necessary. Oh yeah, tonight was going to be a good night.

He let his hand wander over to the site of his tattoo before he forgot and gently pulled at the bandages, tugging ever so slightly so as to not agitate the area any more than it already was. The pain seared his nerves at that location, but he eventually toughed it out, leaving his newly inked tattoo out in the open for the first time that day. He made sure to look it over to see if anything troubling was happening as per the artist's instructions - who happened to disclose some horrific stories to him that afternoon - but nothing seemed to be going on, much to his relief.

With the hard part over, he wandered to his room, intent on spending the rest of the day at his computer. It was the easiest way that he could ensure that he wouldn't move around much and disturb the ink.

***

Frank had been sitting for quite some time that day, yet he didn't mind that as the feeling of his comfortable office chair was always a welcome one. If he was going to spend a lot of his day in front of his rig then he might as well be cozy at the same time.

A particularly lengthy gaming session prompted him to get up and stretch, needing to rid himself of the stiffness in his joints. He always amazed himself with how long he could sit when he was focused.

Something felt a bit off to Frank, however. The arm that he got inked seemed a bit more tender than he anticipated. Curiously, he glanced down at his limb, only for the sight to stun him into silence - the tattoo had healed, but the site of the ink was now covered in black scales.

His mind raced for an answer. Several ideas popped up, but none of them really sounded all that plausible. Every touch of the area just confirmed what his eyes told him, not bringing him any closer to an explanation. That would've been the start of him freaking out had he not realized that he was literally seated at his computer. It was times like this that it made him glad to have the internet at his disposal.

Frank searched the web for any clues to his sudden ailment as rapidly as if he had a school assignment due in an hour. Pages upon pages of text were quickly scanned before heading back to the search engine, ready to repeat the process for as long as it took. Official medical sites showed no match, and neither did the sleazy homeopathic ones. Not a single other illness showed any similarity to what he had now. Okay, that was the perfect time to panic.

Alarm and confusion coursed through his veins as he wondered what he could possibly do. If these websites had no information for him, would making a trip to his doctor do any good? His gut told him to do just that, but doubt wrestled its way into the conversation. What if this really was a brand new illness? Could he even get cured? How long would it take? Just about the only thing that excited him was the possibility that whatever this was might end up being named after him.

At the very least, he decided that it would be a good idea to take a picture of it, just so that he has one in case something happens. He grabbed his phone and lined up the shot, satisfied with the picture until he noticed that the spot surrounding his tattoo looked bigger. Indeed, there were a few more scales lining the patch already there. Shit, this thing was growing?!

Now Frank was scared. On top of something unexpected happening to him, he also wasn't finished with it. The scales were absolutely a part of him; he tried digging his nails under them only to find that they met evenly with his flesh. Where was his fur disappearing to?

The German Shepherd whined as he took everything in. He felt alone in his hysteria, succumbing to this alien condition without knowing a shred of information about it. His back hit the wall of his room and sunk to the bottom, leaving him sitting on the ground as he gripped his head in fear. Just about the only thing he could do now was see if this would stop.

He'd soon discover that it wouldn't. Black scales began coating the surface of his arm, both under and over as they met to form the circumference of his limb. It reminded him of times in video games where his character would 'suit up' before fighting a foe, having it materialize over their bodies in an instant. It was just about the only thing that gave him any sort of reprieve.

The scales continued wrapping around Frank's limb as they spread past his elbow. He'd been watching them go for over an hour now and was amazed at how far they'd traveled in such a short amount of time. Seeing how they bunched up at his joints when he moved his arm around was a trip in and of itself.

It was once the leathery scales completely coated his forearm did he notice something peculiar take place - three small, keratinous nubs formed in a line leading to his hand. He gawked at his discovery, poking them to verify if they were real. Like the rest of his arm, they were, which made him feel rather odd.

"What _are_these?" He prodded the protrusions, noting how they didn't give. For some reason, the sight of them didn't seem as catastrophic as the scales did. It was almost as if something else was happening.

More time passed before Frank saw that his hand had been affected as well. Both the back and palm of his hand had taken on the same scaly hide that his limb had, at least letting him know that this was consistent. It was around that time that a finger got altered, only instead of his regular fingernail remaining there, a curved, pointed claw assumed residence instead. Immediately his worry began to fade.

"Wait..." He wasn't sick at all, at least he hoped that he wasn't. It didn't seem like he actually had any sort of mystery ailment, but in fact looked like he was... transforming. And everything that had happened to him already started feeling familiar somehow, like he'd seen the scales, spikes, and claws somewhere. He spent all of five seconds thinking about it before he figured out the answer.

"Oh my god!" He clutched his arms in surprise. "I'm becoming the goddamn Animorph alien. I can't fucking believe this is happening." In complete contrast to his earlier emotions, he was actually a little bit excited over his discovery. A part of him had always wanted to transform into various species and characters that he grew up watching and wondered what it would be like. He chalked it up to having an overactive imagination.

But the question that he had to answer now was 'why.' People didn't just change out of nowhere; he thought that there'd have to be some kind of government or medical meddling involved to make that happen. And yet, here he was, in his room having it happen to him out of thin air. The cause eluded him as long as he thought about it, and it wasn't until he observed his mutated arm again did he eventually realize the origin of his changes.

Frank could've slapped himself for not realizing it sooner. "It's the tattoo!" Sure enough, the site of where he got ink injected had entirely healed, not even giving off a twinge of pain. Though it did send some thoughts running through his head, leading him to take off his shirt to see his shoulder being swallowed up by scales as well. He could take solace in the fact that they were at least pleasing to touch.

It was only then that he remembered that Chance had gotten inked as well, and if this was happening to him, then no doubt the tiger would be affected as well. He was about to make a call on his phone before he recalled how the stripey cat said he'd be napping as soon as he got home. Just about hitting the prompt, he panicked and closed the call menu in order to bring up his messenger and send a text instead.

He wasn't sure when the feline would see his message, but it was no doubt that he'd get one back soon.

***

Chance barely made it in the door before a set of yawns overtook him. It was almost as if his body waited for the very instant that he stepped through the threshold of his apartment to bog him down with all of its pent up exhaustion. At the very least, this was the best place to have that happen.

He unceremoniously let his belongings fall onto his apartment floor, not caring so long as the front door was locked. He'd pick it all up later anyway.

The fact that he had to get up at four in the morning that day almost made him regret going out and getting tattoos with Frank, but his buddy was really eager to get his first one, and he didn't really want the dog to go alone on his first time. Plus, he kind of, sort of wanted one as well, and this would've been the best opportunity to do so that he'd have in some time.

But all that was behind him now. He didn't bother changing out of his clothes and just let himself plop onto his bed. Somehow, the mattress felt even more comfortable than it normally did.

While Chance wasn't aware of it, his body also underwent changes at the site of his tattoo. His transformation, however, was much different.

Normally covered in orange, patterned fur, it now spread uniformly across his body, covering up his stripes like they were being erased. The wave of homogeneity systematically radiated outward away from the ink, extending from his shoulder to his forearm. His fur also grew in coarser and shorter as the alterations continued.

Chance was none the wiser, not sensing anything amiss due to being a heavy sleeper. It wasn't like he would, anyway, as his transformation hadn't altered anything that his body would palpably register. That would be a false notion soon enough.

The changes eventually got to his hands, which is where the shifting of his body got physical. Like they were being pumped full of air, his appendages swelled larger, eventually becoming twice the size that they were before, but not quite stopping there. He'd likely be able to palm his entire face now.

Chance's torso fur followed suit, becoming the unyielding shade of orange that would soon take over the rest of his body. Despite being hidden by his shirt, his chest progressively underwent the same transfiguration as his limb, as did the remainder of his trunk. Had the alterations made a sound they'd have still been drowned out by the intensity of his snoring.

Slowly, but surely, the colour crept down his torso to his lower half, encompassing his thighs entirely underneath the fabric of his pants. His calves fared no better, and by the time the colour reached his feet not a single other one was left. It was as if his black stripes, white highlight, and creamy undersides never existed at all.

Time continued to march forward as he slumbered on, oblivious to his tattoo's work. Had he been awake, there might've been a possibility that he'd see his frame creak larger, yet it was so gradual that even then he could've missed it. The only indication that he'd get that it even happened at all was that his midriff now prominently showed.

That wasn't the most shocking change that happened to Chance, though, as the mysterious energy eventually reached his gut and began to slowly melt his fat away like it was getting vacuumed up by some unseen force. Gone were the days of having a dad bod; now he possessed a physique that most anyone would drool over.

In fact, the muscles across his growing frame all seemed to be taking on a definition that he never had before. His pectorals were a little bulgier, his shoulders a bit broader, his lats a smidge wider. It would be imperceptible to anyone who currently saw him, but only if they didn't know what he looked like before.

Chance wouldn't be asleep for the whole time as the twitching of his nose signaled the beginning of him stirring awake. Little by little he registered that he was coming back into the real world, culminating in a yawn when he grew conscious enough to finally open his eyes. He regretted that his rest that day was piecemeal, but he took whatever he could get.

Despite having just slept for hours he felt sapped of his energy and couldn't understand why. He literally went to bed exhausted, so why did he not really feel any different?

Regardless, laying in his bed unable to close his eyes again would serve truly little purpose to him now. With a stretch in every limb, he rolled over and pushed himself into a sitting position, needing to shield his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun magnified through his window. He wished that his rest lasted into the afternoon.

At the exact moment that Chance stood up he could feel that something was wrong. The problem was that he didn't immediately know what it was, just that everything seemed just slightly off somehow. Maybe he was more tired than he thought.

He lumbered his way to his restroom, thinking that splashing some chilly water on his face would be enough to wake himself up. He got about as far as looking into the mirror before stopping dead in his tracks, instantly noticing the unbelievable chance in his fur colour. He inspected every inch of his body to be sure, but, without exception, all of him was now the same shade of orange. Not a word escaped his mouth in spite of it hanging open.

That's also when he realized why the world seemed weird to him - he was taller than he was when he hit the hay. It wasn't much, but it was enough for his face to be close to the top of the mirror when it never used to be before. It also explained why his abdomen was out in the open now.

"Wait, what the fuck?!" With every other change that Chance had to discover, he completely missed the fact that his gut was a thing of the past. And that wasn't all, his musculature all over had been toned like he'd worked out for years. He wasn't necessarily complaining about actually having muscle for the first time in his life, but he didn't expect it to come out of thin air like that.

But after seeing this, he knew that he needed to calm himself down as freaking out won't transform him back. Deep, rhythmic breaths slowed his racing heartbeat enough to stop the panic welling inside him, allowing him to try and think of a rational reason as to why these changes occurred. Well, he definitely tried to, but every natural conclusion that popped into his head fizzled out after facing scrutiny.

So he delved into thinking of unnatural explanations. He required something that could justify his sudden shift in appearance, no matter how nonsensical it ended up being. The only problem was that pretty much everything that he could come up with quickly lost tenability as soon as he put even a little thought into it. What the hell caused this then?!

Just then, Chance's eyes caught something new in his reflection, certain that it wasn't like that when he first stepped into his washroom. Not only was the hair on top of his head no longer wavy, but it, too, had changed colour, with it instead becoming yellow. The contrast of the rest of his fur was appreciated as he'd never been monocoloured in his life and wasn't ready to start now. The longer that he looked at himself, however, the more that his appearance seemed somehow... familiar. He racked his brain as hard as he could to try and come up with an idea that matched the fuzzy image in his head the closest.

That's when it hit him - he was turning into a Leomon! The colours were a perfect fit, but it still didn't tell him why it was happening. That flipped when he looked at his arm. "The tattoo!"

He'd wholly forgotten that he'd had it done that day, part of which because he hadn't removed the bandages yet. Gingerly he peeled the adhesive away, only to be surprised when there wasn't an ounce of pain produced by the action.

To Chance's astonishment, the area shaved to apply the ink had both healed over and regrown the fur that it lost. It now was as short as the rest of the fur on his body, save for the minimalist inking of Leomon's face now prominently shown. Had he not seen it he'd have never believed it for himself.

"Alright, alright, this is a thing that's actually happening to me." He rubbed his forehead. "You have some semblance of a reason as to why, but not a clue how to stop it." It was only then that he remembered that he wasn't the only one who'd gotten one earlier in the day. "Oh shit, Frank! Is this happening to him too?!"

Chance raced to his room, an act made infinitely easier by the transformation making his legs ever so much longer. His eyes darted across every place that he usually set his phone on until he found it lying on his dresser. He was about to quickly shoot the German Shepherd a call to see if something had happened to him as well, only to immediately notice a text message sent to him while he was asleep. It was already a few hours old; his friend had beaten him to the punch.

With a huff, he sent one back, as fast as his thumbs could move, to say that he was on his way over, then searched his closet for something to wear. He found one of his hoodies, only to groan when he realized that it still didn't cover the entirety of his abs despite being the longest piece of clothing in his wardrobe. Oh well, it would have to do.

He bolted to the front door and slipped on his shoes, pausing momentarily when he felt how tight they'd become on his feet. There wasn't a moment to spare.

***

"Woah!" Frank exclaimed when his friend lumbered through his door, ears nearly touching the top of the frame.

"'Woah' yourself." Chance grunted, freeing his feet from their prison. They hadn't grown much since he had left his place, but it was enough to cause genuine discomfort.

Frank scoffed. "For real, I thought I'd gone through a lot, but you're right there with me." He scanned the former tiger from top to bottom, barely seeing anything resembling what he looked like before.

"I'd say yours was more drastic." Chance flicked his gaze to the reptilian in front of him. "If I hadn't heard your voice, I'd say you're damn near unrecognizable."

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, hating that his friend was correct. "Yeah, that's why I haven't left my apartment at all." Leathery black scales had completely taken over his form, even making his tail lizard-like in appearance. Red accents had also settled in, mostly in stripes along his limbs, back, and snout. More spikes had grown in as well, now growing down the length of his back from head to tail. Perhaps the most alien feature that had developed on his body was the curved beak that replaced his muzzle. It took some getting used to at first, but he was able to adjust quicker than he initially thought.

"Oh, I bet. You should've seen the stares I got on the bus." Chance unzipped his hoodie and casually tossed it aside. He took on more leonine features since leaving his place, including growing a luscious mane that encircled his head as well as the tip of his tail gaining a tuft of fur. His claws also turned jet-black to make him look even more like a real-world facsimile of the anime character. "Some people thought I was cosplaying."

"Huh, that's lucky."

Not agreeing with the statement, Chance pursed his lips. "I don't think I see it that way. I hate having eyes on me." He grimaced when he looked down and saw how identical he looked to the subject of his tattoo.

Frank let the door swing shut. "Well, you're here. That's the important thing."

That didn't assuage Chance in the slightest. His fingers clutched his fluffy mane as he leaned on the kitchen counter. "Is it, though? I mean, what do we even do now?"

"I was thinking we'd try to figure out what caused these transformations in us." Frank meandered over to where the Digimon stood.

"You mean you haven't done that yet?!" Chance's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull when he heard that, whipping his head around to look at his friend. "What were you doing all that time after you texted me?"

"I..." Frank sighed, palming his face. "I was testing the new parts of my body." His voice grew frustrated as he looked at himself. Regret washed over him, now wishing that he chose a different subject for his tattoo as he didn't currently share any physical similarities with his previous form. "I have a fucking beak, okay? It's weird as hell if you've never had one before."

Understanding his friend's discouragement, Chance slung his arm around the reptilian and pulled him in close. "Alright, let's go see what's up then."

Frank beckoned the Digimon to follow him to his room, letting his half-naked friend sit on the bed behind him as he seated himself at his desk. It took no time at all to bring up the website aggregator that he had used to find the tattoo parlour and had begun his search to find it. He casually combed through every page, eyes glazed over while he filtered out everything that he wasn't looking for, only to sit up straight when he hit the last page without a single mention of the business. "Wait, what the hell?"

"Hmm?" Chance tried to see on the monitor what the commotion was about.

"Uh, dude?" Alarm was written all over Frank's face as he swiveled his chair around. "The place we went to is gone."

The gears in Chance's head worked overtime to understand what was just said. "Like, closed?"

"No. It straight up doesn't exist anymore!" Frank pointed to the screen.

"Okay, that's literally impossible." Chance attempted to bring rationality into the conversation. "You probably just don't see it, so check another site to be sure."

Frank's fingers flew across the keyboard as he brought up multiple browser tabs, the name of the business plugged into different websites. Many different services were offered, but they either weren't the tattoo parlour that they had gone to earlier that day, or they were something else entirely. He couldn't believe that nothing matched. "I'm looking at three different apps and it's not showing up on any of them."

"What the actual fuck..." Frank jumped to his feet to see the results for himself, verifying that, yes, the exact place that they went to was nowhere to be seen. He was flabbergasted. "But we saw dozens of reviews!"

On a hunch, Frank happened to remember a few names that talked about the institution and attempted to look for them to see if that connection could be made, only for every website to tell him that no such users ever existed. "And none of them are here either." It was official, he was disturbed; he couldn't fathom how that place got scrubbed from the internet in such a short amount of time. His frightened gaze met his friend's. "We don't have any proof that the tattoo parlour was real."

"Alright, I'm spooked." Chance let himself fall back onto the bed, his face in his hands. Every possible explanation as to why they couldn't find this business online had far too many holes to be completely believable. Just then, an idea popped into his head - they both went there that day for tattoos. "Wait," he clambered into a sitting position, "we can physically go back to the location of the shop. We'll see it there for sure!"

"I'm not going outside." Frank bluntly stated without even thinking about it. "I just... I don't look like anyone else does, so I'd rather not make a spectacle of myself."

Chance felt disheartened, though he understood the reptilian's feelings. "Even if we could find out for sure if the place existed?"

Frank narrowed his eyes. "You said earlier that you didn't like people staring at you. Did that suddenly change?"

As much as Chance wanted to say that that was a good reason for the two of them to venture outside, he ultimately relented when his own emotions went unignored. "No, it didn't." He sighed. "You really don't wanna find out?"

"I'd rather never know than to have people gawk over me. I'm not interested in becoming an accidental freak show exhibit, and I don't think you are either." Dejected, Frank stood up to walk out of his room, only to flinch as his head almost nailed the top of the doorway. "Woah!" Standing in the hallway, he clearly saw how much higher his point of view was now, just about not believing what his own eyes were telling him. "Did we get taller while we were sitting down?"

Chance had to duck to leave the bedroom as well, surprised that it was even necessary. "We had to have. I could just walk through your doors when I got here, but now I'm obviously taller than them." He observed how much space there was to the ceiling to try and get an estimate of how much height they both gained. "We have to be over seven feet at this point, easy."

"Jeez, you'd think we'd be done with this shit by now." Frank groaned, ambling over to his living room. "This whole thing has got me genuinely confused." He plopped himself on the sofa.

Chance trailed behind, not able to help but notice how his friend's shirt looked a few sizes too small. "I see you've got the same problem I do." He pointed down to that red-scaled abdomen.

Frank didn't understand what the Digimon was referring to, until he saw how far the hem of his t-shirt rode up his torso. "Ah shit." He shucked off his shirt and tossed it beside him. "Cool, now I apparently can't even wear my own clothes. Could this day get any worse?"

"Oh, don't jinx it like that." Chance huffed. An itch materialized by his ankle, and he bent down to scratch it, only for his fingers to contact tufts of fur that had grown in instead of the fabric of his pants like he had expected. "Seriously?" He snorted, unimpressed with how poorly his jeans now fit, the denim feeling incredibly restricting. "These were practically bell-bottoms when I put them on."

"I'm feeling that too." Frank grunted, attempting to free up some room in his own pants while careful not to rip them with his claws. "I think I'm already wearing my biggest size, so I'm pretty shit out of luck."

"Man, these feel tight!" Discomfort surged through Chance, who fiddled with the waistband of his jeans as the fabric began to constrict him. "I can't imagine the character had this many problems with his clothes in the show. All he had was the one pair of pants!"

The frustration that Frank felt became increasingly palpable the longer that he fidgeted with his bottoms. He sighed in annoyance, unsure of why the sensation appeared all of a sudden. Ready to resign to his fate, he began the process of unlatching the fly of his pants when he happened to flick his gaze up to his friend, stopping what he was doing to realize what the problem was. "Hey, uh, you look kinda bigger."

That gave Chance pause, mainly out of the obviousness of the statement. "Um... yes? I thought we established that moments ago when we left your room."

"No, no..." Frank rubbed his forehead. "I mean like a bodybuilder does. You look muscular."

Words failed to escape Chance's mouth, prompting him to look down to inspect himself. Indeed, his chest had barreled outward, but it didn't immediately stick out to him as all that surprising. "Well, Leomon is normally depicted as a muscular mon, so I think that's just me taking on more of the character."

"I know what he looks like, but you weren't that big when you first got here." Frank adamantly stated. "You're definitely larger now."

"Really?" Chance had a tough time believing that, but upon further observation it didn't seem like his friend was lying. What was once an unimpressive set of biceps were now firm mounds of beef, both tensed and relaxed. The feeling was unreal; he had wondered what it would've been like to have that kind of body not too long ago, but never in a million years would he have thought that he'd eventually be like that himself. What was even more surreal was that, upon looking back at his friend, his experience was also shared by the reptilian on the couch. "Uh, you're not so small yourself."

"What?!" That startled Frank, who absolutely wasn't expecting to hear that. He was acquainted with this race quite well and knew that the environment that they lived in required them to be lithe and agile. But like the other man, his chest had indisputably grown definition far beyond what he had before. "Um..." He gulped, trying to process what his eyes were telling him. "So, this is unexpected. I don't remember this being a theme in the books."

Chance's eyes were drawn to the sheer size of his arm, amazed at its thickness when flexed. "Considering how kid's shows at the time usually had an episode where the main characters got buffer, I'm surprised they never did that with a character that literally never wore a shirt."

"They wouldn't have to do much work thinking about what that would look like with you here now. Maybe we could pitch the creators the idea." Frank chuckled, though stopping when he noticed something peculiar about his friend - it almost looked like the lion-creature's pectorals creaked ever so slightly bigger. "Hey, I don't think you're done yet."

That immediately grabbed Chance's attention, who looked down to investigate the claim being made, but didn't see what the fuss was about. "Are you sure? It doesn't seem like I look any different."

Frank was certain that he saw something, but he wagered that it was a possibility that he imagined the sight due to... well, everything else that had happened that day. Still, he wanted to know for sure, and tried to think of a way to prove it. "What if you flexed, like, all over?"

The request struck Chance as rather odd, but he acquiesced. It wasn't like it was the strangest thing to occur to him thus far. "Alright..." Unsure of how exactly to go about it, he curled his arms inward and tensed his entire body, holding it for as long as he was able to. It was imperceptible to him, but an onlooker could very clearly see a subtle shift in the size of his delts.

"There, I was right!" Frank stood up, pointing at the Digimon. "I knew that I saw something."

"Holy shit..." Chance was taken aback by the new information. "So, is this also a result of the tattoo's work?"

Instinctively, Frank clutched his arm where his ink was. "I have no doubt in my mind." It was then that he felt it - a swelling. The muscle in his grasp grew, tearing apart and repairing itself on its own. He gasped when he sensed it, ripping his hand away in surprise. What was nearly invisible to him before was now anything but, and it was happening much faster than he anticipated. The one thing that sort of put his mind at ease was the fact that his scales were stretching to accommodate his burgeoning bulk.

Like the reptilian in front of him, Chance, too, felt himself inflating with pure muscle, his body piling it on exponentially. The rate in which he grew would've left him in a pickle by how packed he'd end up had he not still have been gaining height as well. He expanded outward in every single direction, but all that he could focus on was the discomfort coming from his increasingly tighter jeans. The snap decision to free himself from his fabric prison was made and he ripped his pants asunder.

Frank didn't think to do the same as he instead tried to remove his own the intended way. His struggling would catch up to him as, unable to contain his nascent physique anymore, the material of his pants shredded to ribbons from his swelling heft. The pieces all fell to his feet, scattered around him in a destructive display that he tried to avoid. At least the pressure was relieved.

The haste that fueled Chance into allaying the irritation from his lower half had the unfortunate side effect of mistakenly tearing his boxers off at the same time, leaving him entirely in the nude. But he couldn't complain, not even porn stars looked as good as he did! He got to see his chiseled pelvis for the first time, accented by a cock that was way thicker than what he started with and a pair of orbs that couldn't even fit in both of his hands. He was a veritable stud and was almost okay with it. Almost.

Similarly, Frank found himself naked as the day that he was born but seeing himself in a way that was unlike anything that he was used to. He could see his fleshy crotch rocket swell from the sudden attention, only to have difficulty when his pecs started blocking his downward vision. It was an alien sensation to be certain, but not one that was wholly unwelcome.

Chance clutched his bulging chest with both hands, feeling his prodigious pectorals only bloat out even more. That, in and of itself, was growing to be an arduous task as the sheer amount of muscle getting crammed into his arms forced them away from his increasingly wider trunk. He'd have thought more about how amazing this part of the transformation was had he not casually looked up for a fraction of a second and saw how much his, as well as Frank's, point of view had shifted upwards. They were both gaining height at a frightening speed, leaving them little room before they hit the ceiling. Would they crash right through it? He might just discover the answer soon.

Frank found himself enamored with the size of his winglike lats, a muscle group that he'd never thought of before his own dominated his back. It gave him a wide stature, fitting for someone as thick as he was then. They quickly became challenging to appreciate on his own, however, as more and more of his torso filled out, leaving less and less for his hands to grope. But what he could still reach felt divine.

Luckily for Chance, he stopped getting taller mere inches away from hitting the admittedly tall ceiling. Unluckily, his other dimensions weren't quite finished yet. Well, he didn't find that all that unfortunate, as he relished in the added size. His quads alone likely weighed more than the average person now and would probably be able to crush a small car if given the opportunity.

While he couldn't see it, Frank could definitely feel his monstrous python slither up his sculpted abdominals. It firmly wedged itself in between his colossal pectorals like a monolithic drill punching through a pair of boulders, only he might have more luck with the real thing. Weathered rock would be no match for his diamond-hard shaft.

As if in sync, the pair of them made eye contact with one another, now able to see what they looked like as their bodies were a near mirror image of each other. They both liked what they saw.

"Well, if those guys ever wanted to make those books for adults, you'd be the perfect model for all their illustrations." Chance wryly grinned, one hand uncontrollably stroking his girthy pole.

Frank snorted. "That's only if they can fit me on a page."

"Nah, you'll be the first centrefold in their history." Chance stepped towards the Animorph with a lascivious smirk on his face.

"I actually don't mind the sound of that." Now comfortable with his own body, Frank appreciated the attention that the Digimon gave him. He let the other man's hands wander along his densely packed frame and experience his bulging form. "And you-"

"Will look identical to a bunch of stuff people have drawn on the internet." Chance chuckled before sighing. "Trust me, I've already thought this through."

Frank let his fingers run up one of the Leomon's titanic traps before stopping to cup his furry cheek. "And they'll never get to know what the real thing is like." He brushed through his friend's thick, fluffy mane. "I don't think you've got a problem with that."

"Not a single one." Chance mimicked the reptilian's action, relishing in the size of his friend's bloated musculature. The sensation of the rock-hard muscles excited him, causing a dollop of pre to drip from his length. It pulsed with need, tumescent and engorged with blood. He can't remember the last time that he felt this heated.

This gave Frank the perfect opportunity to do the same, copping a feel of the leonine man's statuesque body. It thrilled him to no end that he got to experience this kind of strength for himself. Every curve that he could reach got fondled intensively, every muscly peak was passionately groped. His heartbeat raced from the sensation.

"I see you're enjoying yourself." Chance welcomed the adoration with open arms. He puffed out his chest in order for the reptile to get a better feel, positively loving how far his gargantuan pectorals protrude outwards.

"Oh believe me, I am." Frank swooned hard for the display. The urge to rub his face over the Digimon's brawny physique grew stronger the longer that he stared. He loved everything that he saw, though strangely, at least in his perspective, there was one part of the Digimon's body that he found a particular interest in - those massive stompers. "Say, were Leomon's feet always that huge in the show?"

Caught off-guard by the seemingly random question, Chance looked down to his extremities and immediately realized why they snagged the reptilian's attention. "His feet were pretty sizable if I can recall correctly, but I don't remember them being quite this big." He lifted a foot off of the ground to inspect it, estimating that they've easily surpassed two feet in length from heel to toe.

"Think I could get a closer look?" Frank cocked a brow as he eyed the suspended foot.

Admittedly, Chance hadn't thought to try that before in previous sexual encounters, but he couldn't think of a single reason as to why he should decline. "Yeah, I suppose you can." He watched the Animorph take position on the ground, admiring the sheer amount of heft on that reptilian frame. Besides himself, the other man was the only other person who could wrestle a train into submission and win.

Frank shuddered as he felt the gargantuan stomper gently settle onto his swollen form. His hands instinctively grabbed the appendage only to hold it, shocked that another person's foot could even get this large to begin with. He couldn't even see it past his incredibly stuffed pectorals, but he didn't mind that in the slightest as he didn't need sight to know what he was doing; the sensation of the hairy feet in his grasp painted a real enough picture in his mind.

Chance felt himself succumb to the awkward stance that he had suddenly found himself in and stumbled backwards onto the couch, cringing as he heard the springs squeal at the abrupt addition of Digimon tonnage. His ass sunk in past where the cushions rested, though there was just enough resistance to keep himself off of the ground entirely. The reality of his new weight just registered with him.

Another glob of pre belched forth from Frank's girthy pillar as he thumbed the underside of the leonine beefcake's foot. He could hear the other man modestly groan under his breath, a sign that the attention that he was giving to that sole was appreciated. In truth, he'd never done this before, but he saw no reason as to not try it out. When was he going to get this opportunity again?

The strangeness of the situation didn't do anything to abate Chance's libido, actually increasing it if anything. His own Digihood remained stiff as a board as his foot got worked over, only his shaft would effortlessly punch through wood at this state. He could honestly take on almost anything at his immense size, with his feet alone likely able to crush cars without a second thought. The one, singular thing that would presumably withstand his might was the reptile stud on the ground, and they both knew it.

Not content with only caressing the foot, Frank brought the stomper closer, feeling the veins throb along the top of it. The sensation of the appendage brushing past his bulging pecs elicited a low moan from his throat. Finally, it was in front of him, perfectly lined up with the red stripe racing down his snout. He gave the sole a nice, long lick, savouring the taste of the leonine flesh. The same was done with the embiggened footpads, letting more of that masculine flavour dance on his tongue. He realized that he needed to have tried this ages ago.

To say that Chance was astonished by just how much he was enjoying the treatment would be an understatement. His enormous chest heaved with every gradually stronger breath that he took, reveling in the feeling of his foot getting worshiped by his friend. Heh, he discovered something that the pair of them would do more often now.

Frank moved onto the Digimon's toes, taking them into his mouth one at a time. He sucked on each one with fervour, savouring the taste and texture of the digits. The claws were also interesting to profile with his tongue, contouring around the sharp implements with ease. It was as if his tongue - and the rest of his mouth - could withstand the kind of damage that the nail was likely capable of. It was as though they were made for each other.

His friend's beak unintentionally massaging the crevices of his toes was unlike anything Chance had ever experienced before in his life. His feet had developed an incredible amount of sensitivity that the pointed bill was doing an expert job in stimulating. It was fantastic, but he didn't want to simply be a passive participant anymore. He wanted to have more fun, but he wanted to deliver it to the reptilian as well.

Frank felt the foot get carefully pulled from his mouth, prompting him to question the act. "Hey, what gives?"

"Mmm, I thought I'd get in on the action too." Chance lowered himself onto his knees, hunkering over the titanic, black-scaled Animorph lying on the ground. "I didn't think it was fair that you were doing all the work while I just reaped the benefits." He let his fingers dance along a swollen bicep. "How's about I take the lead, hmm?"

Frank assented wholeheartedly, his colossal schlong throbbing at the light touch. "God, yes. Keep doing that!" Every muscle tensed in unison, making it seem like he'd unexpectedly grown in size. He basked in the adoration that his friend gave him.

Chance noted the reptilian's stamp - well, flex - of approval and continued, palming as much of the bi as he could. It amazed him that, even though his hands had enlarged to match what the character's looked like, he still couldn't cup the tremendous muscle. It only spurred him on further. He let himself fully grope the leathery arm, feeling the raw might housed beneath those scales; the other man's limbs could put steel cables to shame.

Frank did all that he could to encourage the fondling to advance. Every shift of his body was deliberate in guiding the Leomon's hands around his hulking heft, especially groaning when they found purchase on his powerful pectorals. He couldn't even see past them, but the sensations told him exactly what was being done to him. Man, if being this huge felt this good, what would being bigger feel like?

The strength in that barrel chest enticed Chance to apply more force in his grip, yet he soon realized that so much muscle had been stuffed beneath his friend's hide that his fingers couldn't even dent the flesh! They both simultaneously realized that fact, with the reptile letting a loud moan erupt from his mouth.

A perky giggle left Frank's mouth as he let his pecs be worked over. Every single movement sent another shiver ripping through his nervous system, even moreso when his friend started using that sandpaper tongue of his. Normally he'd have outright objected to the thought of letting such a rough substance anywhere near his flesh, but his bulk could withstand anything now. In fact, it felt good; real good.

Like the Animorph, Chance enjoyed being able to have his way with all this reptile beef. It was as if he was let loose on a playground made of black-scaled muscle. That was all good and fun, but something else caught his attention. His nose picked up the scent of something inherently masculine, and he followed it to the other's man's armpit, which happened to be about the only thing on the reptilian that sported hair. It made perfect sense to him to dig his nose in and take a whiff.

The deviation in his treatment didn't go unnoticed to Frank, though he wasn't offended by the act. Actually, he loved the idea of the Digimon going to town on his musky pit. The fact that such a thought never occurred to him before wasn't an issue at all.

Chance nosed around the bushy hair like a hog digging for truffles. He let his tongue back in on the action, lashing at the fur so as to unleash more of that manly aroma into the air around him. He inhaled as much as he possibly could before going again, but harder. It was almost as if the transformation enhanced his friend's natural scent, if that was even possible. How he wished that this was normally that good; he'd have tried it ages ago.

The raised position of the leonine man allowed Frank easy access to his friend's rippling, orange-furred ass cheeks, the dimpled globes tensing from the touch. He let his libido take control and sprung his drooling cock out from between their swollen physiques. Even though his words got caught in his throat, his actions spoke louder than they ever could, and the Leomon's flagged tail indicated that they both wanted the same thing.

Through moans, Chance communicated how much he wanted to be speared on that mighty reptilian pillar. He backed his ass up along the oozing pole, preseed smearing along the cleft of his cheeks. Liberal amounts of it coated his winking pucker as the tip pressed into it. He opened his asshole as wide as he could to allow it to enter, only to gasp when it stretched further than he initially anticipated. Nevertheless, he loved the sensation of being filled, helping the man underneath him by shoving his hungry hole down the length.

Frank hadn't predicted the Digimon to be so needy in sating the urge to be fucked, but he absolutely relished the sublime way that his friend's silken bowels slid along his turgid manhood. Precum continued to spurt into the leonine man, ensuring that the process was painless from an abundance of natural lube.

Chance moaned aloud when he'd fully hilted the Animorph's cock, tailhole swallowing it completely. He squirmed as it filled his insides, clenching his anal cavity around it and rejoicing as it remained rock-hard. His soul lit up with desire like a fire that raged through him. He wanted more and began the task of riding the dick buried inside him.

Overwhelmed with arousal, Frank laid there on the floor, content with letting his friend do the work. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as the sensation of his overly sensitive crotch rocket getting massaged rocketed through his body. He craved the feeling the more that it happened, gripping onto the Leomon's hips as he instinctively ground into that ass. He would've been content if that's all that the both of them did, but he quickly found himself being smothered by the other man's musky pecs.

Chance had no idea that he had bent forward enough to envelop the reptile's face with his furry chest boulders as his focus was still clearly on milking his friend's cum tanks dry. The motion of forcing himself up and down the prodigious member also kept the Animorph's face engulfed in hundreds of pounds of pectoral beef, though the moan coaxed from the black-scaled man signaled to him not to stop.

Frank groaned in ecstasy as his world became overwhelmed by the hairy leonid's powerful aroma. The masculine scent invaded his nostrils, imprinting itself onto his brain and making him lust for more. His tongue thrashed through the coarse fur densely packed in that pec valley, practically tasting the manly essence. His thick rod shot out more pre in praise.

The more that Chance pumped his hips, the closer that he got the two of them to release. The shaft inside him hit all the right spots, flattening his prostate like a steamroller gone out of control. His brain grew overloaded with pleasure the more vigorously that he fucked himself on his friend's pole. He let his horniness assume control of the situation. Faster. Harder. More.

In an attempt to be more involved, Frank let his hands roam around the Digimon's mountainous back, groping the peaks and valleys of the various muscle groups. Those furry lats in particular gave him great satisfaction as he fondled them, sensing the sheer power crammed beneath the other man's hide. The stimulation from his nose, hands, and cock threatened to overwhelm him if he couldn't hold on any longer, but he knew that he had no choice in the matter.

A muffled cry coming from his massive pecs alerted Chance to the Animorph's climax a fraction of a second before he felt his ass get filled. Creamy spunk shot from his friend's pulsating cumpipe, painting his inner walls a pearlescent white as it flooded his system. He moaned as he sat back and forced the firehose of a prick in his tailhole balls deep inside of his anal cavity, plugging his pucker and keeping him full of virile potent reptile seed. The swelling pressure caused a chain reaction in his own body and caused his own dam to break, erupting virile Digibatter all over the reptilian's front.

Even though his beaked snout was finally free of the heady scent of the leonine man's hairy chest, the musky cum coating his face instantaneously filled the void. He moaned as his throbbing orbs pumped bucketloads of jizz into the Leomon's needy hole. He'd never experienced an orgasm like this before, but now he never wanted to go back. It thrilled him that this was his new normal.

Chance, too, reveled in the strength of his release. His swollen testosterone factories shot everything that they had churned up in the heat of passion, audibly gurgling as they drained themselves. He ran his fingers through his luxurious mane as his globular ass cheeks clenched around his friend's cock. As freaky as the transformation was to start, it ended up being entirely worth it.

It took several, long moments before either of them finished, concluding with a happy sigh from the Digimon as he eventually uncorked his tailhole and let the seed within him spill onto the floor below. He then fell beside the Animorph, gasping for breath as the pair of them lay exhausted and barely able to move.

It took all the energy that he had left, but Chance attempted to give the reptilian a smooch on the cheek, having difficulty due to the immense size of his pecs. It was his desire for his friend that allowed him to succeed in his endeavour despite his own body trying to ruin his fun. "I really liked that." He beamed through panting breaths.

"Yeah, me too!" Frank assented, his own grin stretching across his face. "I'd never have thought how awesome being this big feels."

"Right? It's like that tattoo artist knew exactly what he was doing." Chance chuckled, his finger tracing the Animorph's cheekbone. "Maybe next time I can take your ass."

Frank growled as he shot the leonine Digimon a sly wink. "I'd be delighted if you did."

The agreement sent a new wave of arousal washing over Chance, almost priming him for another round. The one thing that stopped him was a thought that wriggled to the front and centre of his mind, immediately announcing a pressing issue that neither of them had noticed up until that point in time. "Okay, question." His tone of voice grew serious as he pushed himself to his knees. "How are we getting out of here?"

"What do you mean?" Frank followed suit, looking around his apartment. "Have you seen us? We can just-"

"Without fucking over your deposit?" Chance interrupted, a stern expression adorning his face.

Frank's mouth hung agape without a single sound escaping it; he hadn't thought that far ahead. "Shit..."