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Chuck grimaced as he attempted to lift the bar above his head, body straining from the weight as he could feel himself struggling. It was only a hundred pounds but to the bulldog it might as well have been a thousand as he felt it slowly lowering down to his chest despite the best efforts of his thin arms. “Whoa, hey there buddy!” a voice near Chuck could be heard along with the running of heavy footsteps as he saw a stripe-furred hand reach down and grab the bar by the middle, hoisting it up and essentially racking the weight for him. “Don’t overdo it, especially without a spotter.”

As the bulldog slowly rose up from the bench he saw the rather buff tiger that had helped him out. It was one of the trainers for the gym that he had signed for, Simon if he remembered correctly. “I… hardly did it,” Chuck replied dejectedly. “That was my first rep.”

“Oh, hey, it’s alright,” Simon said as he tried to give the other man a reassuring grin. “Everyone grows at their own pace, why don’t you take some time and do a few body weight exercises to build up some endurance first before tackling the weights? And next time make sure that you have someone watching over you, last thing you want to do is hurt yourself and hinder your progress even more.”

What progress, Chuck thought bitterly to himself as he thanked the tiger for his help and got off the bench. He could almost feel the stares of the others as they watched him leave and knew that they were all thinking the same thing. Why was such a weak creature like him even trying… and though the reason was probably rather foolish it had been an aspiration of his for a long time. He wanted nothing more than to be a wrestler, to be in the ring taking down other guys, becoming the top tog as the crowd cheered.

But it had been several months of trying and so far the only thing he had done was drain his bank account. It felt like he hadn’t gained an ounce of muscle in all the time he had been working and he was just as skinny and twig-like as ever. As he walked through the woods that separated the gym from the neighborhood that he lived in he wondered if he was just barking up the wrong tree. While the birds chirped around him and he was confronted with his own thoughts he just wished he could not only be a wrestler but one of the most powerful wrestlers that had ever graced the mat.

“A wrestler, huh?” a voice said, Chuck jumping as he had been so lost in his own thoughts he hardly realized that someone had been next to him. “Quite the endeavor, a show of not only strength but technical skill as well. Often undertaken by those with a strong need to completely dominate their opponent.”

Chuck found himself looking at the one that was speaking, the blue furred creature sitting underneath one of the large trees that he had been passing. The man had the face and overall body features of a wolf but also sported a pair of horns and scaly hands along with a set of draconic feet. “Oh, sorry, didn’t realize that I was talking out loud,” Chuck said with a bashful grin. “Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Oh, no apologies are necessary,” the creature said as he slowly stood up, flashing a grin that highlighted his fangs as he stepped closer. “In fact, I think I have just the thing that will help you out. I happen to deal in goods of a more… arcane nature then most are used to, and if you want to become a monster in the ring then I have the attire that will help to get you there.”

“Really?” Chuck asked in disbelief, watching as the dragon-wolf suddenly was clutching some sort of shiny fabric in his hands. “You’re offering me some sort of magic suit?”

“In the loosest of terms yes,” the wolf-dragon replied. “Wear this and you will be the biggest, baddest creature out there, no one will be able to stand up to you.”

Though the offer sounded ridiculous Chuck couldn’t help by be intrigued as the other man unfurled the cloth to reveal a simple singlet along with a wrestler’s mask that were both a red and blue color. “You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe some stranger that I met in the woods offering me something like this.” Chuck stated finally. “Even if I did believe that this suit could do what you say it can, how much is such a thing going to cost me?”

“First of all let me introduce you that my name is Kona,” the wolf-dragon responded, causing Chuck to look at him in question. “Now we’re not strangers anymore, and as for the compensation for this rather lovely item I don’t really deal in traditional forms of currency. Essentially you’ll get this for free so that your wish can be fulfilled, though such things do come with stipulations.”

“It’s free?” Chuck asked, his mind glazing over the other words that Kona said as the hybrid nodded in response. “I mean, I guess I’ll take it off your hands if you’re just giving it to me.” Though the bulldog had tried to keep up a stoic demeanor he found himself desiring the item just from the sheer hope that it did what Kona said it would, and at hearing it was free nothing else mattered to him as he was handed the garment by the grinning creature. “Hey, thanks man, see you later!”

Kona watched the bulldog practically run down the path after he had secured the suit as his smile turned to a smirk. “Oh no Chuck,” Kona said softly as he watched the eager canine run, the runes on his head glowing softly along with his eyes. “Thank you…”

Chuck was winded by the time he got back to his apartment, the suit still clutched in one hand as he locked the door behind him. Even though he felt a little silly believing that this suit had magical powers that would help him fulfill his dream he found himself clinging to it as he kicked off his shoes and walked into his kitchen. As he set the suit and mask down on the table he found that there really wasn’t much that made it look special even though it did look rather well made for a wrestling singlet and it had good stretch to it. Even if this didn’t work he had gotten a pretty decent suit for free and even with his skinny frame it looked like it might fit him too.

His excitement at seeing what this suit might actually do for him caused Chuck to forget anything else for today and strip down right in his apartment, getting completely naked before grabbing the singlet to slide it over his body. As he sat down and put his legs through the top the feel of the material was rather nice and had a warmth to it even before his body heat had a chance to do anything. His feet slid easily through and it didn’t take long before he was pushing his legs through the holes. Once they were in place it was just a matter of sliding the rest of it up over his body and getting the shoulder straps in place.

When he finished up Chuck looked down at himself and even with his thin build it did kind of make him feel more like a wrestler. He really didn’t see anything magic about it though other than it conformed to his body rather well, feeling himself blush slightly as his gaze was brought down to his groin. It was almost a little too tight down there but he figured with a jockstrap it would hide the details that were exposed as he noticed that there were three blue lines on it. As he stood there looking at himself Chuck found himself feeling increasingly foolish as the power or magic that was supposed to suddenly turn him into a superstar wrestler didn’t seem to happen.

After a few minutes Chuck sighed and was about to take it off when he noticed the other piece sitting there out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps he needed the entire outfit on for the magic to work, he thought as he grabbed the mask and looked it over. Like the singlet it was well made but appeared rather ordinary, the material also some sort of spandex or rubber as he turned it over in his hands. It was a half-mask that he could easily slide over his head and the shape was for a canine muzzle that was rather serendipitous. Chuck just decided to pull it on to finally dash his hopes completely or potentially get what the mysterious Kona had promised him would happen.

It took a little adjustment but eventually the bulldog got it where he could see clearly out of it. Once more he did feel a bit more like a real wrestler but didn’t seem to do anything except hide his face. With the complete outfit on he was curious to see how it looked and made his way towards his bedroom where there was a mirror. Along the way he found that having the singlet pressing against him was starting to do more than just highlight his form, and as he looked down while he walked he saw the outline of his maleness was starting to twitch from the stimulation. Definitely going to need some sort of jockstrap, Chuck thought to himself as he got to his bedroom and saw his own reflection.

Still the same weak, puny bulldog staring back at him, the costume making him look like he was a parody of a wrestler instead of an actual one. He should have known that it was too good to be true and sighed before holding up his thin arms. As his shoulders shifted the material began to stretch slightly, Chuck feeling the movement on his fur but paying it no mind as he tried to make his bicep bulge. As he gave it a flex like he had seen others do before he suddenly felt a rush of energy and his eyes widened as he saw the muscle thicken and grow, swelling out his upper arm and shoulder!

The change had been so shocking he hadn’t even realized that the blue of the singlet was starting to stretch even more, tendrils of the material starting to form and slither out of the edges as something was happening to his chest. As the singlet tightened against his form he grunted and gasped as his pectorals practically popped out with such force that it caused him to stagger forward slightly, the maroon fabric morphing and inflating with the muscle underneath. It was real… the singlet really was magical, and it was starting to give him more strength than he had ever imagined as larger tentacles of the fabric formed around his thighs and began to curl down them. As they squeezed around his upper legs he almost fell over as they practically exploded with growth, giving him an almost comical look of these somewhat toned muscles on top of the quivering sticks that his legs still were.

The reason his legs were also shaking was because the sudden increased weight of his body was making it hard for him to stand on the untransformed feet he had underneath him. As he continued to huff loudly he tried to get to his bed but ended up stumbling and falling to the floor. At the moment all Chuck could even focus on was his spine stretching as his entire frame grew, his grunts of surprise being mixed with groans of pleasure as he looked down at his arms and watched the bloating spread all the way down towards his hands. It was like someone was filling him with air and the more his body grew the more the singlet stretched over his body.

It wasn’t just the singlet that was spreading either, as he swayed back and forth from feeling his stomach muscles twitching and his sides filling out the mask on his head was also starting to change. With his mouth being opened in pure shock it allowed the rubbery tendrils to push inside, coating not only the outside of his muzzle but the inside as well. A sensation of suction could be felt on his nostrils and in his ears too before there was a popping feeling and suddenly he could breathe and hear better than before. As tendrils of the substance wrapped around his tongue and started to coat his throat his singlet was also changing in another way, his thickening hips thrusting forward as it felt like tentacles were wrapping around them.

As a wave of pleasure swept through him Chuck found himself turning over onto his back, and as he did he saw the reason for the feeling around his shaft was because there were tentacles slithering out it! As his partially covered arms went down to press against it he was stopped as his shoulders popped and limbs lengthened, his entire body practically quivering as his already sizable pecs swelled up and caused his chest to lift up in the air. More writhing could be seen on his stomach where his skinny, almost sunken in stomach was stretching, his growing cock bumping against the muscles as he saw the washboard abs that he had dreamed of but never could develop forming right in front of him.

Another cascade of both intense euphoria and muscle growth swept through him that caused his back to arch and his head to lean back, his feet pressing against the floor as they swelled out while the spandex tentacles wrapped around his growing toes. His legs were mostly covered by that point and as his feet were enveloped he kept feeling the muscles within spasm and tense, the singlet making them grow bigger and his limbs longer. Chuck was so lost in the pleasure of his transforming body that by the time he had climaxed he hadn’t touched himself once, his trembling spandex covered fingers gripping into the carpet as his new larger cock throbbed hard while the suit collected the result and seemed to reabsorb it.

Chuck was panting heavily as he felt the mask that had been taking over his head completely envelop it, the tentacles that had been slithering downwards linking up with the ones that were coming up from the singlet to merge them together. The result was the mask and singlet had formed into a bodysuit that covered him from head to toe, his shiny maroon and blue body glinting in the light as the skintight material highlighted every new muscle in his body. Even without seeing himself in the mirror Chuck could tell that something had drastically changed in him, the room feeling much smaller around him as he recovered from his transformation and orgasm to finally get back to his feet.

As he managed to stagger up from the floor he caught a glimpse of himself and almost thought that someone else was in the room with him. The creature he saw was almost alien in nature and as he got himself fully in front of it he could still scarcely believe that he was looking at himself. Gone was the little runt that had hoped that one day he might be able to enter a wrestling arena without being self-conscious, instead there was a stud of a hound with a ripped physique that would strike fear into the hearts of those that he wrestled against. The best part was that his suit was so perfectly skintight and contoured to his body that it showed off every inch of the new him as he realized that he had grown almost two feet in height as well.

Part of Chuck wanted to go back and try to find the guy in the park to give him a hug but instead he hopped on his bed, hearing the frame creak and groan in protest to his new weight, and immediately began to look at places where he could sign up for a wrestling tournament…

Two weeks later Chuck found himself standing in front of the gym that was hosting the wrestling tournament. It was just a small invitational, but he needed to try out his new form somewhere and this was the only place in a hundred miles that was hosting anything. As he stood there he let the warm breeze ruffle the tank top he wore, watching as those that passed by took more than a fleeting glance at the muscular bulldog. Even though he had managed to retract the suit and also get the mask off of his head most of the bodysuit had returned to a singlet that was on underneath this clothing, which after his initial wearing he didn’t even bother to take it off.

With his work being remote Chuck was able to spend all day in the suit that made his entry into this tournament possible, and though he didn’t understand how it turned him from a puny runt into a muscled beefcake he wasn’t going to ask. He had attempted to try and find that wolf-dragon again but after several visits to the park he had given up on that too. At the moment though he knew he had far more important things to do and went inside the facility in order to get signed up. The registration was rather easy and once he had completely signed in he was told good luck and that the locker rooms were to the left.

Not that he needed to get changed, the bulldog thought to himself as he could practically feel the material shifting about underneath his clothing. He just needed a locker to stash his stuff and mask up as he walked into the prep area for the tournament. When he got inside he found another dozen or so men that were just finishing up their own preparations, some of them still putting on their singlets while others were merely chatting to one another. As he walked in he noticed that none of them really had a mask like his, but that was alright as not only would it make him look unique but also potentially disguise who he used to be in case anyone saw past the muscles.

When he walked to the lockers he felt a bit of trepidation as he felt eyes take a look at him, but much to his relief and joy they merely just gave him a nod or a small good luck before going back to whatever they were doing. That was almost as much validation as actually going out to wrestle and he found himself grinning from ear to ear as he put his stuff away while looking around at his competition. He couldn’t wait to get these guys pinned down on the mat, though in reality he just hoped he could survive the first round. As he grabbed his mask though he saw something that caused him to immediately put it on and turn around, a new fear manifesting as he saw the face of a familiar tiger walk into the locker room.

It was Simon.

While he wasn’t sure he made that much of an impression Chuck quickly made sure his mask was on correctly before getting out of the locker room. He had already put his stuff away and he could see others were looking at his singlet and the muscular body it contained before he walked out. Unlike the full body suit that he had gotten during his transformation he had managed to make it a more traditional singlet with a maroon body that turned blue at the shoulders and went halfway down his bicep. The same was for the shorts that covered half his thighs to not look too strange as he went out into the small arena that was set up further inside.

Though it was just a local competition it felt like the Olympics to Chuck as he walked out to the sound of clapping and cheering. His brush with someone that he potentially knew quickly evaporated from his mind as he got into the mindset of winning, stretching out his new body like he had practiced as he waited for his round. Ever since he had gotten used to this more muscular form he had spent every day making sure that he wasn’t awkward with it, and while he usually felt better with the entire costume enveloping him this worked well enough. The first two rounds went by rather quickly and then it was his turn, which caused him to breathe deeply to try and calm his nerves before stepping out into the ring.

On the opposite was a rather large lion man in a green and silver spandex outfit, the feline doing a few stretches before walking in as well. This was it, Chuck thought excitedly, this was his first real opponent! All the years he had spent learning wrestling would soon finally be matched with a body that would be able to use it, and as they got into the first round he found that while the lion put up a good fight he managed to get him into a pin right away. Though he tried to be a good sport he couldn’t help but smirk at how good it felt to get the man down on the mat. The second time he was even more eager than the first, and though the feline managed to get a good counter on him it ended up being broken and he had the lion down on the mat.

Fuck it felt good to pin him down…

To hold this dominant man beneath him in victory…

The third time Chuck didn’t even really care about the point, the only thing he could think of was wanting to get this strong, powerful man down on the ground underneath him. Thoughts raced in his mind on how best to do it, the position to get him in to make him most vulnerable. As the seconds ticked by he was almost frustrated that he hadn’t gotten the lion down even though the other man was getting tired. All he needed was to pin him down and infest him…

…wait, what?

The momentary lapse caused the lion to reverse the hold and get him down on his back, giving the other man the point as Chuck laid there on his back in confusion. It wasn’t even from the strangeness of the thought but how powerful it surged forward in his mind, and he swore he felt his suit ripple as it happened. But before he could dwell on it the ref blew his whistle and instantly the bulldog’s mind snapped back to the task at hand. Get the lion on the ground… get the lion on the ground…

Chuck’s muscles surged with new strength and within a matter of moments he had his opponent flat on his back, winning the match amongst the cheers of the crowd. That didn’t matter though, all he could focus on with the wiggling feline before he heard him grunt to get off, which snapped him out of it and caused him to pull back. Even though he had stayed on a little longer than he should have the other man turned back and shook his hand as the bulldog was declared the winner. As Chuck could see his name move forward on the board it was everything he had ever wanted… so why was he so preoccupied with following the lion into the locker room?

With his next match not being up for a while Chuck figured he could get some water and a snack out of his bag, and as he did he found the locker room to be empty. Most of the others were probably out watching the match as he went to his locker. “Hey, great job out there!” a familiar voice called out behind him, Chuck spinning around to see Simon standing there with a grin on his face and dressed in a black spandex singlet. “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Simon.”

“I’m… Ark,” Chuck replied, cutting himself off before saying his own name on reflex.

“Well it’s great seeing you out there, you’re a real monster on the mat,” Simon said. “How did you manage to get him in that hold after he had grabbed your leg like that?”

Though Chuck had heard the question he had problems processing it as the word monster continued to echo in his mind. A monster on the mat, that’s what he wanted to be… and what good is one when he didn’t have anything to compete against him? There would be no challenge, nothing for him to conquer, and that was not what wrestling was all about. He found himself starting to breathe hard as he had enough sense in his mind to ask Simon if he wanted to see if he would like a quick lesson to see, which the tiger nodded and turned around to get into position.

Not only did it put the other man exactly where Chuck wanted him but also made sure that Simon couldn’t see his uniform as it began to spread out over his body once more. His muscles grew even thicker as he grabbed the man from behind and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him upwards while his other hand went down and began to rub against his crotch. Infest this one… he needed to make this one like him, and as Simon found himself getting pinned against the wall he not only felt his maleness getting stroked but something pushing up inside of him.

As the spandex coated the bulldog’s head once more his tongue had slithered out of his maw and pushed its way into the tiger’s muzzle, taking him even more by surprise than the pin he had tried to wiggle out of. Though it wasn’t the fairest way of winning against an opponent Chuck didn’t care, especially as he could start to feel the cock of the feline starting to get hard. He was already starting to succumb to the lusts as their spandex-clad bodies rubbed together, Chuck continuing to push up against him and keep the other body against the wall to rub in just how thoroughly dominated he was. Though the tiger initially seemed intensely confused by what was going on he was starting to get into it, especially as spandex began to coat over his mouth while his singlet wiggled and writhed before tightening around his body.

When the material suctioned into the rear of the tiger Chuck’s cock soon came after, though as it pushed in he found that it was tapered at the tip and much thicker than usual. He was so inundated with lust and these new alien instincts though the only thing he could focus on was the tiger, Simon’s limbs starting to have blue tentacles wrapping around them from the arms of the bulldog. He was also growing even bigger while the tiger’s already muscular physique was starting to swell around the intrusions. A growl escaped from Chuck’s lips as he could feel Simon trying to hump back into him, and though it was causing him more pleasure he needed to make sure that this one knew who the top dog was. Simon let out a muffled moan as a shiny black liquid started to drip out of his mouth while his tongue that was coated in the substance began to push out past his equally covered lips.

But just as Chuck began to hump into him there was the sound of the door opening, causing the spandex covered creature to look up in the air. He found his tongue sliding back into his mouth past golden teeth as he could hear someone approaching. With Simon still gripping the wall he pulled out of him and stalked his way towards his new prey, leaving the tiger standing there practically shivering in pleasure. The feline remained that way for a few seconds before he tried walking, though he fell over onto the bench panting heavily as the black liquid defied gravity and began to crawl up his muzzle while his singlet stretched over his still growing frame…

The lion that had just lost to the bulldog grumbled to himself as he finished his shower and walked back out into the locker room. While he had only been in the ring for a little bit he wanted to wash the stink of failure off of him and had taken a while to blow dry his mane before he walked back out. Since it was a single round elimination there was no reason for him to stay and he didn’t feel like watching the one that defeated him potentially get knocked out in the next round. As he went to his locker to get his clothes on and pack up his stuff he felt the presence of another and as he turned around he let out a gasp as he saw the huge maroon and blue bulldog standing there.

“You lost,” Chuck growled, feeling his muscles twitch in both anticipation and growth.

For a few seconds the lion just stood there in fear before a peculiar look came over his face, like he was confused for a second until a frown formed on his muzzle. “Yeah, I did,” the lion replied. “What of it?”

“You’re never going to win in this league with that body,” Chuck replied as gestured towards the lion, though while by normal proportions was quite big it looked almost puny compared to the bulldog’s ripped physique. “And you lost, therefore I can do what I want with you. Get on the bench and put your ass up in the air.”

With him being the epicenter of the magical forces permeating the atmosphere it was only a small voice in the back of Chuck’s mind that told him something was wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted, he just wanted to wrestle and not dominate other men or infect them with anything… right? But as the lion did what he said he could see the defeat in his face and knew that this one was his, that at least for now he belonged to him. The increasingly dominant voice in Chuck’s head told him that this was what the feline got for losing, but fortunately for him he could make it so that he actually belonged to this league as he lowered his growing frame down over him.

Even with the bench being rather high Chuck found himself able to be on all fours in order to still be on top of the lion with his feet being on the ground. As he could sense the lion’s submission to him it was intoxicating, almost as good as pinning someone on the mat as he wiggled his hips and let his new prehensile cock slide down into the exposed tailhole. With claiming another Chuck found himself gritting his sharpening teeth as his body began to change once more, his eyes squeezing shut not only from the pleasure but also his muzzle starting to push out even further. A pressure could be felt on his head and as the lion underneath him began to pant from being penetrated all the bulldog could focus on was the horns pushing out of his skull.

Chuck’s jaws snapped as his teeth pushed out even further, the gold glinting in the light as his muzzle went from canine to a distinctly lupine shape. This was his true form, this was what he wanted more than anything else. He was the monster that dominated the ring and all these creatures under him yearned to even compare to him, which was why he made sure that not only he gave him something for their efforts but also to remind them of their place. With the lion being naked his thickening hips became even more apparent as green latex started to creep over his cheeks that were stretched out by the monster cock above him.

There was a cracking sound as Chuck’s fingers dug into the tile floor beneath him, but as his body convulsed and his hands swelled out the cheap flooring rippled out while shifting into solid granite. It quickly started to spread outwards and began to creep up the walls as the bench that he was using to plow into the growing lion beneath him went from wood that hardly held his weight to thick, hardened steel. As the fabric of reality began to shimmer with the power coming from the singlet the creature that was on top was quickly forgetting that he had ever been such a puny, pathetic version of himself as his elbows bent backwards and his thick wrists popped into their new quadrupedal configuration.

Chuck’s arms were the only ones that did that while the lion below gasped and groaned as his cock-filled stomach began to become so distended that he was rising upwards. Thick cords of muscle flowed from where the monster was penetrating him down into his limbs, it looked like he was being filled like a balloon as thick dark green liquid spandex spread over his tan fur and assimilated it. When it reached his belly that was stretched with every thrust of the monster cock into him it went from green to silver, and as it coated his erect shaft it swelled with such vigor that it caused his transforming hindquarters to push back against the growing spandex dire wolf and be hilted.

He was getting so close to claiming another, though as he huffed and snorted while causing the modified bench to shake he stopped when he heard something coming their way. When Chuck opened his eyes he found a second set doing the same, located just above the first pair as they glowed with a golden light. Underneath his thick, meaty pectorals the head of the lion blearily looked up as well more of the shiny green and silver goo dripping out of his mouth while his neck had thickened considerably on his meaty shoulders. It was Simon, and as he began to stagger forward he had his hand on his head that had been completely covered with black spandex just like Chuck.

“I’m feeling… really weird…” Simon said, though both could see something was going on with his muzzle as he talked as his lips curled up into a sneer. “I… I need…” the tiger’s face scrunched up as he let out a hiss, his muzzle opening not only along his mouth but also from splits in his jaws that caused it to peel back like the petals of a flower while two tentacles could be seen pushing out of his shoulder blades. “Need… to fuck… something… to pin it down…”

“Have you competed yet?” Chuck asked, the growing creature shaking his mutated head while shaking in pleasure from the two tentacles that stretched out even further. “Take his mouth, he did so poorly that he needs all the help he can get.” Simon’s purple eyes lit up and he practically clambered towards the bench, his back cracking while two more sets of smaller tentacles pushed up from the sides of his spine. Only his legs were any indicator of what he used to be and as his ropy tail stretched out he could see that the limbs were thickening so much that they were almost a hindrance until a split formed down the middle of them.

As Simon’s hind legs split into two he wasted no time in shoving his own prehensile cock into the dripping maw of the lion, which caused his transformation that had already started at his head to speed up. As the spandex assimilated his maw the muzzle became more angular while his head continued to be pushed forward by his growing neck, Chuck feeling a pair of horns press against his chest while he continued to press down on the growing creature. A gurgling sound came out from underneath them that was mixed with some kind of growl as the spandex on the former lion’s body adopted a scale pattern to the material.

As the long neck of the one underneath them bulged lewdly, the former lion’s stretched muzzle becoming more monstrous and draconic by the second, the one thrusting forward leaned in towards the one that had transformed him. Simon didn’t even remember that Chuck had been the one that infested him in the first place, to him and the other two he had already been a monstrous creature as his muzzle clamped around the lupine one and completely enveloped it. Though there was no match between them and his domineering desires were already being satiated by the draconic creature beneath him Chuck still shook his head a bit as he felt something push past his lips. It wasn’t just one or two, but four tongues that slithered into his maw as the bigger tentacles on the back of the man looped around with one coiling down one of his legs while the other began to push inside of him.

The pleasure that came from the insertion was so intense that Chuck let the one filling his throat with tentacles do so, especially as he began to feel something else ooze over his head. Though it was hard to see there was a mirror that was close enough that allowed him to view the black goo that oozed up over his snout and around his eyes before merging with his curled horns. It was a mask, but it looked more like the skull plate of a hound that gave him an even fiercer visage. With his two sets of eyes glowing with a bright red he couldn’t imagine another monster facing him without feeling terror as he eventually sped up his thrusts, feeling a second pair of arms push out of his sides and grip onto the bench with sharp claws as he came inside the one beneath.

The two remained like that for a while with the former tiger turned monstrous displacer beast still pushing into Chuck’s tailhole, continuing to feed him pleasure which kept his huge tentacle-like cock inside the dragon beneath them. The spit roasted creature just huffed and snorted, shaking his head as best he could as his silvery mane finished cascading down his long neck. When Simon heard his name called though he quickly pulled away, tentacle tongues still embedded in Chuck’s throat until they were pulled out as he gave him a wink before padding out on his four legs while his arms flexed. As the door opened they could hear the roar of the arena outside and Chuck decided he wanted to watch, giving the one he was victorious over one last thrust to let the dragon know who was the king of the ring before padding his way towards the steel door.

As he looked around he saw the locker room that had undergone an extreme transformation; not only were the floors and walls replaced with solid granite stone but the ceiling above was black metal complete with spikes that pointed downwards. There were no lockers or anything but there were benches for those that were victorious to bend over the losers if they so choose. Chuck found himself smiling and licking his lips with his fat tongue as he remembered so many that he had done that too, always wanting to make sure that he had total victory over those that he had pinned to the ground. As he went over towards the solid steel doors that separated the holding pen from the arena itself he could also hear water running down in areas where those that had just finished up could bathe their massive forms.

Chuck took his thickly clawed hands and pressed them against the door, slowly opening them as the tentacles on his body wiggled from the exertion. While not nearly as long or impressive as the ones that Simon donned they were great for ensuring that his prey was completely captured, even other monsters like the dragon creature that he had taken down just a few minutes ago. When the doors opened he found more black wrought iron bars that separated them from the screaming, cheering fans that filled the rafters of the outdoor arena. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky that meant it was the perfect day for those in the city to come in and watch their favorite sport.

Monster wrestling.

There were two tunnels that connected to the holding pen and Chuck saw that the gate that led into the arena itself was closed. Simon had probably already gone out and was awaiting his opponent since he didn’t hear the snarls and roars of battles as he was diverted to a secondary cage. It was a place where those that hadn’t competed yet could watch the others fought while still being completely enclosed and safe for the public. While such measures were not necessary it was deemed important to make sure that those who came to see them would feel like they weren’t going to be on the menu.

As Chuck took up a spot in the front where the match could easily be seen the others that were in the cage gave him a respectful distance, something that he had gotten used to since being the champion of the arena. While some had gotten close, like the huge two-headed wolf that had one looking out to watch the match while the other continued to stare at him, none had managed to get him pinned to the ground. He had personally converted and infected quite a few of them, remembering that they used to be human or something like that until either debts or the thrill of the fight pushed them into giving up their humanity in exchange for the chance of fighting for ultimate domination.

Monsters and fans alike watched as Simon faced off against a monster that had been brought in from the other side, some sort of avian creature with two sets of wings. As the match started and the displacer beast quickly sprang into action before the other monster could fly up towards the top of the massive cage, which encircled the entire arena, Chuck heard someone trying to get his attention. The seats near the cages were often those reserved for those who were hardcore fans and while they were told not to disturb the fighters it often went unheeded. As the devil dog turned his head to rebuke the one that was bold enough to try and get his attention he found that it was someone that he recognized, though he wasn’t quite sure where he knew the name it came to his lips anyway.

“Kona?” Chuck asked.

“The one and only,” Kona replied with a grin. “I just wanted to see how the singlet was working out for you.”

“Singlet?” Chuck said in slight confusion, tilting his huge head to the side while he licked his golden fanged maw.

“Yeah, the one where you wished that you could be the most dominant tentacle monster in the ring,” Kona replied, his smirk widening as he got a blank stare from all four eyes before shrugging his shoulders. “Ah well, must have been mistaken, seems that would be quite the frivolous wish anyway considering that you are already. Champion of the ring, biggest, strongest, baddest monster around, this is quite the set-up you have yourself.”

While the creature wasn’t exactly talking a lot of sense he just smirked and gave Kona a nod. “You better believe it,” Chuck said as he flexed his four arms, showing off the heavy muscle contained underneath his tentacled hide. “Now, did you want an autograph or something?”

“Maybe later,” Kona replied. “I hear that we’re in for treat here soon.”

Though Chuck was left slightly baffled by the exchange he just blamed it on the proclivities of his demon friend. There was no need for wishing as far as he was concerned, and while he might at some point get pinned it wasn’t going to be for long. He found that the one that had the best chance was his protégé that was out fighting in the ring, hearing the roar of the crowd as he managed to pin the avian creature onto the ground and had his shoulder tentacles stuffing the opposite ends of him. That was a pretty clear win in his favor and another one that he would be adding to his roster, something that made him even more valuable to those betting on the action as the match was declared over.

Just as the next one was about to come out Chuck heard his name getting called out, or rather the champion of the ring which for him was the same difference. Since it wasn’t his turn yet he had an idea of what was going on, smirking at the others who looked on at him in envy as he sauntered his way out towards the gate. Once he was close to the holding area he watched as Simon made his way back into the holding pen with the avian monster creature in tow, practically dragging him in where he would be celebrating his victory. After he had passed by and the door to the holding pen closed he was allowed to come out and was led directly into the arena by the system of gates. He could already hear those that were fans of him cheering on his names, which were many that he had gotten over time as he came out into the wide-open space of the fighting pen.

While he suspected he knew what was going on the monster waited to see what was in store for him as he heard the announcer talk about his respectable career. He sharpened his four sets of claws against a nearby rock to the delight of the crowd and when the voice booming overhead finished up Chuck got his answer. It was a fight for freedom; someone bold or foolhardy enough that was incarcerated and wanted to try to get their record erased would be coming out for a survival match, which all they had to do was not get pinned. If they won then they would be allowed to go free, if not then they would be infested with the same thing Chuck had and turned into a monster.

In short, they were about to bolster their roster.

The one that finally entered from the other side was rather thin, the human man walking out completely naked as per the traditions. As he looked at Chuck with a determined stare he just licked his teeth and began to pace around. This one was probably going to be trying to hide, considering that he didn’t even look like he could lift up one of his paws much less his entire body it was unlikely they would try to win by pinning him instead. Most didn’t bother and just tried to run out the clock, which since he had become the champion of the ring no one had been able to accomplish.

Once the human was inside the gate closed with a large slam, the man looking back to see his only means of escape cut off. A short while later the horn went off that meant the match had begun as the timer started to count down. Three minutes until freedom… though as Chuck watched him nearly fall over while running to get behind one of the rocks he doubt that it was going to take that long as he heard the audience laugh. Sometimes they were rather fast and wily but this one clearly just didn’t want to go to jail as Chuck took one big leap and landed on top of the rock they were hiding behind.

To his surprise they weren’t there, and as Chuck looked up he saw that when they had made the leap they had sprinted to the next outcropping and ducked behind it. Not bad… though this was wrestling, not hide and seek as he bounded over towards where the guy was. This time he was ready for them to poke out as soon as he got close and as soon as he did they found themselves with a long sinuous tail wrapped around their waist. There was a loud cheer from the crowd as they were already getting psyched for what happened next as Chuck tossed him to the middle of the ring where there was a large white circle painted there.

“Do yourself a favor,” Chuck growled as those four sets of eyes bared down on the human that tried to scramble to his feet. “Give it a real go, come at me and give it your best shot to pin me.”

“Are you… insane?” the man asked.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Chuck asked, chuckling when he saw the eyes of the man look up at the clock. “Trust me, I know the time, we’re not going to be chatting long. Name, now.”

“L-Le-Levi…” the guy replied, swallowing hard as he suddenly found himself in the shadow of the much bigger creature.

“Alright Levi, so your plan didn’t work and you probably didn’t expect it to in the first place,” Chuck stated. “If you want to show me what you got then you have ten seconds to try and pin me to save some of your dignity. Otherwise you can try and run and I’ll have you infested before you leave this circle.”

The crowd seemed to catch on to what was happening as they started to chant to pin him down, and though the guy looked terrified he slowly stood up on his feet and faced him. Cunning and with a sense of honor, Chuck thought, even though he was probably one of the most pathetic humans he’s faced so far physique wise he never really cared about that anyway. With time running out Levi let out a shout and attempted to grab onto one of his forelimbs to pull him back…

…and was immediately countered and brought to the ground. With the huge paw pressed against his chest the human had nowhere to go and after a three count Chuck was declared the winner. “Not bad Levi,” Chuck said. “But a loss is a loss, now that I’ve pinned you it’s time for my favorite part of victory.”

The crowd started to go wild as Chuck used his lower arms to lift the smaller man up in the air while he put himself in a sitting position so they could see what was about to happen to him. It was one of the main draws when it came to monster wrestling and as the Devil Dog grabbed the human by the upper arms dark blue tentacles stretched from his skin and began to envelop them while the middle pair put him in position. He could feel the one he was gripping trembling, but to his surprise it wasn’t in fear as Levi’s feet pressed against his thighs and were immediately coiled around with more of the shiny appendages. It was… anticipation? Desire?

This human wouldn’t be the first to slip in and turn into a monster because of it, though most just volunteered. It didn’t matter much to Chuck anyway as he pressed the back of the human against his thick chest and groaned in pure pleasure as the tentacles of his monstrous form started to slither around the one in front of him. Even before putting his cock into other man he could see his muscles starting to swell where they touched. He was already starting to get infected and they hadn’t even gotten to the best part as he leaned his head down and slathered his tongue around the entirety of the human’s face.

More cheers were coming and with his augmented hearing Chuck could hear some trying to figure out what this one was going to become. Already he could feel the face of the defeated human changing and as his entire head started to grow bigger the tip of his tentacle tongue pushed down into this mouth. With him being so small he had to wait a bit until he could properly break this new monster in, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his fun while he waited. As his huge tentacle cock teased the exposed opening of the man it also slithered up between his legs and coiled around his maleness, which had grown fully erect from the stimulation as Chuck could feel the thighs of the man growing thick.

As the tentacles of his groin started to slither around Levi’s hips Chuck realized that his legs were doing more than just becoming bigger, especially as he could feel them tightening around his thick pole. As he pulled himself back he saw that while the flesh was even lighter than before, becoming an unnaturally bright white, he could see that in some areas where it was pushing together the synthetic flesh was knitting together. The monstrous devil dog seemed to realize what was happening and as he pressed his own legs together to get the limbs of the transforming man as tightly as possible he took the tip of his cock and shoved it inside.

The effect of the thick tentacle inside of him caused Levi to squirm in the grasp of the one transforming him as his body reacted by ballooning with new muscle. Sometimes the change was hard to see at first but as more of his tongue slithered down into the throat he could feel fangs forming while his chest went from scrawny to having mountainous pectorals that were almost as big as his own. Though it was hard to tell with his stomach being distended from the two feet of monster tentacle cock inside of it he was becoming far more defined there as well. It was a relatively humanoid shape for Levi’s upper body, but that would end at his hips as his cock bloated and stretched out in the air to become massive until it split down the middle into two wiggling shafts.

The hands of the transforming man were shaking as Chuck continued to pump his tentacles into him, basking in the euphoria as he created yet another monster to join him in wrestling as the legs of the human began to stretch. Soon he could feel the throat muscles go from squeezing against his tongue to pulling it in deeper as Levi’s body continued to stretch until his lupine muzzle was pressing against a serpentine snout. He was becoming quite the dazzling albino cobra nodded, and from the shouts of the crowd they agreed that their new wrestler was going to be quite fun to watch in the coming matches. His muscle was still filling out as Chuck was able to pick him up and still walk towards the holding pen, feeling a coil of Levi’s new lower body wrap around his chest to make sure he was still hilted completely.

The roars of the crowd began to die down as the show was over, no doubt chatter of the newest monster to hit the roster already making it outside the area as Chuck brought Levi into the holding pen and brought him down on the bench. His tongue had long since pulled out of the fanged maw of the still-growing creature and after he got the ripped upper body of the naga on the bench he started to thrust down into him once more. With the transformation wrapping up the devil dog could feel the other man’s body growing longer and longer until a second and third coil looped around him. It gave this monster a rather unique condition and with a nod from Chuck he let out a hiss of pure pleasure as he felt one of the two thick tentacle snake cocks slide inside his own tailhole.

“Looks like you got someone that’s going to be hard to pin,” Simon said, Chuck seeing the displacer beast monster coming up with his own cock still softening while his avian opponent lied outstretched on the bench. “I know that if you pin him you win him, but considering this one is new will you be taking him under the proverbial wing?”

“This one has a lot of potential,” Chuck replied as he looked down, watching the cobra naga eagerly nod his head as his forked tongue flicked out past his lips. “Actually gave a whole-hearted attempt to pin me down, which if you had seen him coming in you would have been impressed. What do you think Levi, would you like to train under the champion of the arena?”

“I would be honored too,” Levi quickly stated. Chuck nodded and then released him from his own tentacles, letting the naga get a chance to get used to his new form while Simon had a chance to look him over. Another monster for him to mold and shape, and considering the stock that he had started with the cobra had a decent physique already. Of course they could always get bigger, always get stronger, and with a body like that he had the chance to get a lot of wins under his belt.

But as the two continued to talk and fawn over this new interesting monster Chuck heard his name, the devil dog perking up before nodding to the two and making his way out into the arena. He had been so preoccupied with the one that he was going to train alongside Simon that he hadn’t realized that it was time for his turn, quickly flexing his muscles and stretching the numerous tentacles on his maroon and blue body before heading back out. Once again he was greeted by the cheers and shouts of those that were looking forward to watching him once more, except instead of this time he would be fighting an actual monster instead of some weak human. All he could think about was to pin him down, just pin him down and show these creatures who was most dominant tentacle creature in the ring…”

As Chuck got into the arena everyone was on their feet, but for Kona it was for a slightly different reason as he began to make his way out of the stadium. He had already seen everything happen; not only the fight of the monstrous creature from before but also when he had been human in his first ever match. While he had not expected the magic of his singlet to warp reality around the area so strongly he did know that the puny bulldog he had met before really wanted to get his wish granted, which allowed him more power in order to get it done. Of course just being the best wrestler around was rather boring so Kona did as he usually did and spiced up the wish a little to make sure that Chuck was happy, which made him happy too.

It also didn’t hurt that now he knew of an area where he could bet on monster wrestling, Kona thought to himself as the smirk grew on his muzzle as he conjured his demonic energy once he was clear of people. There would be people that would pay a pretty penny to see such a thing… not to mention those that would pay even more to be a part of it as he disappeared. So many wishes, so little time…