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The bell above the door rang fiercely as it swiftly opened with enough force to bang against the wall. In strolled a tall, lean Arcanine, head held high. Adorned on to him was a recently polished new suite of steel armor, decorated with gold trimmings to what could only be described as a custom ordered suite, made to fit his form perfectly. Down his back draped a dark red cloak with a cobalt blue outline, golden clasps on his shoulders as the middle of the fabric was held up by his large cream colored tail.

“Hello, Butcher! I am going into battle and I want your strongest meats to keep my battle strength at full!"

A snort came from behind the counter, “My meats are too strong for you, traveler."

A large, muscular Tauros brought up his cleaver, striking down on the recently skinned beast on his table, sliding the chopped piece of meat aside. The butcher was at least a head taller than the Arcanine, and twice as wide, muscles rippling with each chop as he snorted once more.

“Butcher, I tell you I am going into battle, and I only want your strongest meats!" The Arcanine barked, strolling further into the shop. His brow furrowed in annoyance. The Butcher continued chopping.

“My meat would overwhelm you traveler. You cannot handle it."

“Butcher! Enough of these games! I am going into a deadly battle for the sake of the people, for the sake of the Kingdom! And I request, nay, demand, you give me your strongest meats!" The Arcanine huffed, puffing his chest out, one hand on the hilt of his sword as he glared at the Tauros for daring to question him and his strength.

The cleaver came down hard, nearly splitting the thick cutting board in half. The bull Pokemon giving another loud snort before looking at the canine, his gaze cold and stern.

“Fine. But you were warned Traveler." He moved out from behind the chopping table, revealing the only thing he was wearing was the bloody apron. Each step seemed to shake the whole store as he approached the Arcanine, who couldn't help but quiver a bit as he looked up at the massive bovine.

“Well-“ The fire dog didn't get a chance to finish before the Tauros put one hand on his shoulders, forcing the knight to his knees. He tore away his apron, then used the free hand to grip the back of the canine's head, forcing the snout into his crotch. The thick scent invaded the canine's nose, causing him to cough and try to squirm away. But the strength just from that one hand was enough to hold him in place. Of all the beasts and monsters he's faced before, none came close to the strength he was witnessing now.

“What are you-?"

“You wanted my strongest meat? Well, here it is!" The Butcher's shaft was already hardening beside the Arcanine's cheek, pushing forward more and more, thickening larger than anything the dog had seen before. The hand on his shoulder move to his jaw, forcing it open before ramming that massive rod in. The Arcanine went wide eyed, his jaw stretched further than he thought possible, almost painfully so as small tears formed at the sides of his eyes.

“You're a tight one alright. Don't worry, I'll fix that up." The Tauros began to buck slowly at first, then picking up speed as that massive rod began to go down the Arcanine's throat, visibly bulging it from the outside. The canine thought he was going to choke, pushing as best as he could against the massive thighs before him, pounding them with his fist, but to not avail. He could already taste the pre on his tongue when the head was pulled back, only to feel it getting shot directly down his throat when the bull thrusted forward once more. It was so heavy and dense, sitting like a rock in his belly. The Arcanine could only gurgle, looking at the massive sac swinging back and forth between the Butcher's legs. Each orb seeming to be the size of an Electrode, the sac nearly down to his knees!

The Tauros kept on pumping, the Arcanine feeling his gut pushing against the inside of his armor. So full he didn't know he could even hold that much inside him. At this rate, he would surely rupture! He tried to pat against the leg, to signal he had given up and learned his lesson. But the massive bovine ignored him still.

That's when the Arcanine felt a warmth spreading throughout his body. His face immediately beginning to flush, feeling his own cock twitching and pulsing against his armor. His muscles felt like they were burning with renewed vigor, pulsing and twitching as his stomach churned away with unexpected speed at the seed being forced inside him. But that wasn't all. His armor no longer felt right on him. It was tight, and getting tighter by the second. A deep guttural growl emitted from his throat as he tried to flex, feeling the leather straps straining to stay attached.

The Tauros began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder into the Arcanine's mouth, snorting as the snout got close and closer to his crotch, the canine going from beating against the thighs to gripping them with his thicker hands, trying to pull that cock in deeper.

Finally, with a bunch of pops and snaps, the armor on the Arcanine fell to the wooden floor with multiple clatters, leaving the fire Pokemon in overly stretched clothing, barely hanging on by a thread. The Tauros butcher fully pulled out from the abused snout, releasing the knight's head finally and stepping back. The Arcanine panted, trying to focus and figure out what was going on with his body. He could still feel himself growing, bulking up as he shakily stood back up, getting a sense of vertigo. He was surprised he was looking at the bull in the eyes now, turning to his one arm and giving it a flex. His sleeve split right up the middle as the massive bicep bulged. The sight ignited a fire in him, as he felt a sudden wetness on his abs. Looking over his bulky pecs, he felt downwards, quickly bumping into his twitching black cock much sooner than expected. His paw quivered as he gripped it, not even able to close his palm completely around it now, eliciting a moan at his new size.

“If you are done Traveler. I'm ready to continue." The Butcher huskily huffed, grabbing the front of the Arcanine's mane with two fingers, tugging him along as if on a leash. The Arcanine was about to resist, the strength he possessed already felt like enough to take on an entire army, and he wouldn't even break a sweat! Yet, the promise of more was too enticing to pass up. That wasn't just it though. He felt compelled to go along with the Butcher, almost obediently as he was taken to the backyard of the shop, the Tauros grabbing a belt from off the wall.

The Butcher positioned the Arcanine in front of himself facing away from the shop, one hand tearing away the remains of the canine's pants and underwear, before forcing him to all fours.

“Now, you'll see why my meat is too strong for you Traveler."

A voice in the back of the Arcanine's mind tried to yell at him, tried to warn him that something wasn't right. But it was far too late. Both thick palms of the Butcher gripped the tight cheeks of the fire dog and spread them, before ramming his cock in.

The Arcanine let out a loud bellowing howl, arching his back as his hands tore into the grass and earth beneath him, eyes wide as he tried to not choke on his own tongue.

“None of that!" The Butcher's hands were around his head once more, a thick belt being wrapped around his muzzle and tightened, silencing him. The canine tried to reach up and undo it, but an immediate thrust caused him to groan and place the broad hand quickly back on the ground to not be forced onto his chest.

“Loosen up, or this'll only get harder." The Tauros growled, pounding more vigorously than before. The Traveler tried his best, wincing with each push, digging his claws into the ground as he tried to loosen his rectum. Once more, he could feel the bovine's pre gushing into him, and the warmth returning. He could feel his muscles starting to bulk once more, the dirt beneath him starting to be pushed apart from his growing hands and knees. And the larger he grew, the easier it was for him to take the Butcher's cock. He tried to look back at the bovine, to see how much more he had grown to compare, but could barely see over his shoulders now, his muscles swelling to godly proportions. He tried to look down but was only met with the cleft between his pecs. Just the thought of how swollen with bulk he was now caused his shaft to twitch, feeling a spurt against the underside of his chest. How big had his cock swollen? It felt massive, probably weighing just as much as he first did when he entered the Butcher's shop! And focusing on it now, he felt something brushing against his sac. Was that the grass brushing against his balls?

That's when he felt thicker hands on the sides of his hips, a renewed sensation of being stretched as he tried to cry out, but the belt keeping his snout shut. Did…did the Butcher just grow as well?

“Get ready Traveler. No regrets after this."

The Arcanine had no choice, gulping as he felt the Tauros thrusting faster, harder. Even with his sculpted ass cheeks, he knew he was going to be bruised in the morning. That is, until he felt the bull Pokemon fully hilt, letting out a loud bellowing roar himself.

The Arcanine was not prepared for what came next.

It felt like a dam broke and was flooding his insides. His gut pushed outwards almost immediately, his sculpted abs stretched tightly over the doming stomach, barely visible as the swelling continued. More and more flooded in, pushing his stomach against his shaft, forcing it deep into the ground. The fluids continuing fill every part of the canine's insides, moving even up to his chest. Then, the canine felt something forcing itself into his throat, his eyes going wide as he tried to choke it back down, but immediately he felt his mouth fill with the Tauros's cum. Yet he couldn't barf it out, the belt still holding tightly to keep his muzzle shut, only a few dribbles of the semen leaking from his nose.

Just in time, the heat came roaring back. Stronger. Hotter. Almost too hot even for the fire Pokemon to withstand. He had never felt like what it was to be overheated, to feel like you were about to combust, but this must've been it. His size began to balloon wildly, pulsing higher and higher each second with literal booms, yet never feeling the Butcher's hands dwindling against him. His muscles continued to pulse bigger, popping and erupting in strength and mass. His neck turning into a triangle of muscle as they grew, his shoulders becoming massive orbs of power. His chest pushed in against his snout, starting to encase it as he pulled it up and out.

And yet the Tauros was still cumming, the Arcanine's stomach still full and straining to keep up digesting the potent semen.

The Arcanine could feel his thighs fighting for space between his legs, starting to push and grind against one another, forcing his ballooning ball sac behind them, the taunt container resting on his thickening calves, feeling them continuing to expand as well, squishing his sac against his rear. And that's when he realized he could feel his shaft pushing further along his chest, growing past his pecs and further along the ground. So thick and heavy, it could no longer easily stand up on its own, grinding against the ground, pre gushing from the tip constantly and painting the grass underneath it with it's clear fluids.

The Tauros butcher finally seemed to release from his cheeks and pulled out, causing a groan from the Arcanine from the sudden emptiness. But there was still so much for his body to absorb that was forced inside of him. He was still growing, at an alarming rate. His height increase was quickly starting to slow, his muscles and cock quickly outpacing it. What was worse, it was getting harder to think straight, to remember what he was even doing before he came to the shop. He tried to turn his head left or right, but all he saw was his orange fur covered muscles bulging thicker into view. And with each passing second, it was more of a struggle to just turn his head. Before long, he was forced to look straight forward, his upper and lower canines beginning to extend further from his snout, turning into saber-like teeth. He tried to lift an arm, but the muscles barely allowed even the slightest bend. He could barely twist his wrist even as the muscle continued to pile on.

His brow thickened as he tried to think of something to do. But it was so hard to just think, and too annoying and difficult. He couldn't even remember his name now. But why did that matter? There was so much more to experience with just the simple pleasure of growth and power.

The belt around his snout finally snapped off, but with so much bulk being pushed up into his face, he couldn't open it anyway. Not that he needed to anymore. Words were a foreign concept to him, his mind throwing them out, only to use grunts and growls of lust that never actually left his maw, but were stuck in his throat. His mind completely faded into a haze as he just swam in the bliss that was his new size and strength…

The Butcher sighed as he returned to his normal size, snorting a bit. Before him was a massive lump of pure muscle and beef of orange fur with black stripes, with a tail barely noticeable from above the rear. Hands and paws were barely a thing, so tiny compared to the muscle that surrounded them, you wouldn't be blamed for missing them upon first glance.

What couldn't be missed was the gigantic black cock pulsing underneath that mass of muscle. Veins thicker than a normal Pokemon, quaking and throbbing, a thick spurt of pre erupting from the massive head that extended well beyond the front of the muscle mass. The force and range of just a simple spurt shot forward far enough to coat the first few trees of a nearby forest.

The Butcher grabbed a rag off a water barrel, wiping hands and cock, heading back indoors.

“I warned you my meat was too strong for you Traveler. Let this be a lesson to you and anyone else I warn."