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"It's over" was the only message Setrak saw that morning from his now ex-boyfriend when he woke up. The small and slender chameleon made his greatest effort not to cry at that very instant, instead using that energy to write another message in response asking for the reasons behind such an abrupt breakup.

"I'm sorry, I just don't think this relationship will work for long. After all, you're not my type" was the response he got.

Setrak wrote more messages begging for at least another chance, asking to talk about the matter, but all those messages were left on read, without any response.

The poor chameleon threw his phone to a corner of his bed and buried his snout in his hands. His friends had warned him that this guy wasn't worth it, but he, apparently, had a masochistic streak. As it was, at first Ted, his now ex-boyfriend, hadn't paid him much attention; it wasn't until they had a more carnal encounter that he decided to give him a chance. The first days of the relationship were relatively romantic: they talked, occasionally went out to restaurants or cafes, watched movies, but as time went by, things grew colder on Ted's part. They never got into arguments; he would simply isolate himself and ignore Setrak's displays of affection.

Setrak noticed this behavior, so he redoubled his efforts, saw certain positive signs from Ted, and deduced that everything would be fine. He convinced himself that Ted simply needed his space from time to time, that he didn't like being smothered.

It took him quite a while to get out of bed completely. Despite the relationship having lasted quite short compared to previous ones, he cared deeply for that fox with an intellectual air. His phone wouldn't stop ringing with incoming notifications, none from Ted; they were mostly from his friends, who seemed to be worried about his absence and silence. He would have time to explain to them later, although, knowing them, it's very likely that someone already knew. It was always the same every time a relationship ended: he would lock himself in his apartment and cry inconsolably, avoiding all contact with the outside world, both physically and digitally.

Despite his sadness, his stomach demanded attention. It was already noon when he checked his phone's clock; he hadn't had breakfast, so it was evident why his stomach was complaining. He gathered all his strength and got up from bed to head to the kitchen. He checked what was in the refrigerator; luckily, he had several things left to make a quick lunch: he took some eggs, cut some vegetables, and made some rice in the microwave. Once his lunch was prepared, he went to the living room couch and settled in to eat while watching something on TV. He didn't pay much attention; his mind kept wandering about the breakup with Ted.

He fell asleep on the couch. Although he slept for the rest of the day, his mind stayed busy. He had several dreams, some beautiful ones where he walked through parks and city streets with his ex-boyfriend, others were horrible nightmares where he remained alone, everyone staying away from him as if he carried the plague. He cried, both in his dreams and in the real world.

What fully woke him up was his bladder. Fortunately, among the countless dreams he had, of which he only remembered a few, none were about going to the bathroom to relieve himself. It was very early in the morning; he would have liked to keep sleeping, but he wasn't sleepy. He went to the kitchen to prepare something; tea wouldn't be bad, maybe it would help him go back to sleep.

He picked up his phone for the first time since breaking up with Ted. As expected, he was flooded with thousands of notifications from his friends. He made a quick sketch of them. He responded to the most urgent ones, leaving the rest for later. On other networks, his influencers hadn't stopped posting; the world kept turning.

He took a good shower and returned to that comfortable corner of his couch. No sooner had he remained a few minutes in front of the TV when his phone rang, this time not with notifications, but with a call. Setrak extended his hand to the device, looked at the screen to discover who was calling; it was Rick. For a few seconds, he pondered whether to answer or not; in the end, he took the call.

"Setrak, thank goodness you picked up," spoke from the other end of the line the voice that belonged to a monitor lizard.

"How are you, Rick?" asked Setrak, his voice weak, lifeless.

"I'm fine, but I'm not calling about me, but about you," responded the monitor lizard. "I already heard that Ted broke up with you yesterday."

"News travels fast," a slight laugh escaped from his snout.

"I called because I know you must be feeling like shit."

"Oh, you don't say."

A couple of seconds passed before Rick spoke again.

"Yes, you're definitely worse. You're too sarcastic, but as a good friend, I have to swallow it to try to console you."

"Oh, come on!" Setrak raised his voice slightly due to that direct comment. "You were one of the first ones who said this wouldn't work out."

"And wasn't I right?" Rick said from the other end.

This time it was Setrak who took a while to answer. Obviously, all his friends were right; he was the only idiot who got involved with the neighborhood alpha, who, evidently, wasn't worth anything.

"Look," added Rick. "I didn't call to console you with words or say 'I told you so.' At this point, even you know we were all right about that. So I'll get straight to the point. This weekend we're thinking of going somewhere. I won't take no for an answer."

Setrak knew very well that you can't deny Rick anything when he makes a decision. So, even when he didn't want to leave his apartment, he would have to go.

A few minutes later, Setrak met with Rick in a nearby park. The fox approached him with that perennial smile on his face that characterized him, one of those that, even in the most desperate moment of your life, was impossible not to catch. That smile managed to brighten the chameleon's day somewhat, so much that he even sketched a slight one himself.

"As punctual as always," said Setrak as he extended one of his hands.

"My smile and punctuality are my greatest attributes," Rick took Setrak's hand and pulled him towards himself to give him a very strong hug. The chameleon was very grateful for that gesture deep inside.

"So," continued Setrak after letting go of that warm embrace, "what do you plan to do with me today?"

"Well, a fair recently opened in the city," responded the fox. "I don't think it would be a bad idea to stop by there."

"I don't know if I'm in the mood for that," answered Setrak, once again the shadow of depression settled over his head.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," the fox's smile became even more prominent. "I heard that not only are there typical fair attractions, but others not so common these days."

"Like what?" asked Setrak, curiosity had already bitten him.

"He, he. I know you too well to know that something like that wouldn't catch your attention," Rick laughed.

"Sometimes I hate you," joked Setrak.

"I know," Rick stuck out his tongue to show he was playing along. "Well, let's not waste any more time. If we take the subway, we'll get there in less than five minutes."

Immediately both headed to the subway station. It was a weekday outside of rush hour, so the place was emptier. They took the train and, as Rick said, in less than five minutes they reached their destination.

At first glance, it seemed like a typical fair, with its attractions, its games, the food, but when they had been walking for half an hour, Setrak laid his eyes on a rather atypical stand. Said stand seemed to be run by an elderly goat who, as soon as he noticed the young lizard looking at the place, greeted them.

"Welcome," despite being a slight old man, his voice inspired respect, not precisely because it sounded authoritarian, but for inspiring wisdom.

Both Setrak and Rick had no choice but to approach. No sooner had they done that than the chameleon's eyes lit up again, as it wasn't just any stand, but one of magical artifacts. Rick was definitely right; this fair wasn't an ordinary one.

"Here you can find whatever you desire, gentlemen," continued the old man while making a gesture to show his merchandise, "amulets, potions, even spells. For luck, good health, love..."

Those three words momentarily dimmed Setrak's interest. It seemed they were again that type of spells you could find anywhere.

"I think you have other things in mind, sir," the old man seems to have noticed the disappointment on Setrak's face. "Tell me what you're interested in and I'll help you."

Setrak meditated for a few seconds before giving an answer. There were many things that interested him; it was then that he remembered his ex and his tastes.

"Do you have anything to make someone incredibly strong?" asked the chameleon, looking fixedly at the vendor while formulating the question.

The old man smiled. He walked a few steps to the right, took a talisman, and handed it to Setrak.

"Of course, sir, here you have it."

The talisman seemed to be formed by a quite large tooth from some predator; Setrak couldn't discern which. It had certain incrustations of a very black metal, forming an unknown pattern, and it was tied to a cord by fibers of hair from another unknown beast.

"What you see there is a dragon's tooth with iron incrustations and wrapped with lion's hair," explained the old man. "If you wear it around your neck and recite certain phrases during a new moon night, you can be as strong as you desire, even other people."

Setrak meditated for a few moments on those words. All his life he had wanted to be as strong as the movie stars in action films or many athletes, but he never had enough motivation to do anything about it. It was very likely that all of this was nothing more than the vendor's nonsense, but what if it wasn't? Many times he had gone to similar stores or visited websites about magic; they all talked about the same boring spells over and over again; this time was different.

"How much is it?" asked the chameleon, his eyes full of resolution.

"$20," responded the old man with a smile.

"Give me one," added Setrak. "Also tell me what I need to do to activate it."

"As you wish," The old man took out a small paper bag where he introduced the talisman, then extracted a small sheet of paper, scribbled some instructions, and deposited it in the same envelope, which was subsequently delivered to Setrak. "Here are all the instructions. I hope you'll be completely satisfied with the result."

Both Setrak and his friend said goodbye to the old man and continued their way. Setrak had to endure Rick's sermons for a few minutes. Unlike him, he was quite skeptical about these topics, but the chameleon simply ignored him.

A few weeks later, when it was finally a new moon, Setrak was on the balcony of his apartment. It was a cool, silent night, with a clear sky that, if not for the light pollution, would have been completely starry. The thin chameleon was almost naked, wearing only his underwear and the talisman around his neck. Tonight he was going to perform the ritual.

Wara wa?? s?? s?r?ojt t?ep?

Wara wa?? s?? s?r?ojt, Tetertup'

s???ara waz?dz?r??

t?ep?, a?irta aq'aza

ametallk?a r??,

Nartaa r??aza?

Iga stwei? eilaqw'aqw'ou upq'arta??

Aixa eip? irtw?

a????r eip? irpxatw'yp'

am _?a ????rp_??s sq'ats'a,

wa? dun? sq'ats'a.

Tetertup, aiba?ra ax,

ps?rakwa rq'?nt? sx? sak?itt'?,

sgw_? xats'arala itw?_

agwaz_?xwara amtsabz eikwts'a_

weiba?tswa rq'?nt? ze?? raasta iia?an? sqats'a

aiba?rei aq'ats'artei r?ntswaxwkwa,

s?b?? waz?dz?r??._ _

No sooner had he finished pronouncing these words than a warm sensation coursed through his body. It was as if his body was being bathed by the warm rays of the sun on a winter's day; however, it soon gave way to an intense heat, as if he had entered a sauna or a forge. Had he been a mammal, he would have started sweating, but he simply heated up. His skin acquired a reddish coloration, his muscles began to ache as if he had finished a long training session. He started panting, quickly entered the apartment, and turned on the air conditioning. He collapsed on the couch; despite the temperature, he still felt very hot. He thought about going to the bathroom to shower, but he was too tired.

At first, he felt an intense pain, as if every muscle in his body had contracted abruptly, then relaxed, simultaneously, as if his skin was about to tear from the sudden push of his muscles. But that pain quickly led to bliss, then to pleasure. His muscles continued contracting, but now slowly and rhythmically, as if he were slowly entering an exercise routine.

The chest was the first to experience changes. With each breath he took, it rose a little more. Gradually more mass was added to his nonexistent pectorals. They started as a slight elevation above his ribs, but as the seconds progressed, they first gained definition, then volume. Slowly they projected forward, his nipples downward. They had transformed into a pair of mountains, firm, but at the same time delicious to the touch.

Next were the shoulders and back. Although his pectorals had grown, they found themselves constrained between shoulders that were too narrow. Setrak could feel how his bones reorganized to accommodate his voluptuous pectorals, experienced the same pleasure when his shoulders rounded, his trapezius muscles rose, his back widened. In an instant, his rectangular torso acquired a magnificent V-shape, with broad shoulders and back and a narrow waist.

The arms at that moment looked ridiculously disproportionate compared to his torso. They were a pair of noodles hanging on each side of a Greek sculpture. But, in an instant, with a sudden desire to flex his arms, his biceps erupted in size. The veins immediately stood out beneath the chameleon's scales. His biceps were larger than his fists, the triceps broad and powerful, the forearms robust, the hands fleshy.

His abdomen didn't undergo as many changes, it simply became more robust. Since he had always been thin, his abdominal muscles stood out quite well. However, the legs did experience a change similar to what occurred in the upper part of his body. His quadriceps contracted rhythmically, with each spasm gaining more mass, it didn't take long for each thigh to become thicker than double its size. His calves, once thin and puny, became powerful, strong, capable of supporting Setrak's new body weight.

During the entire course of the transformation, the chameleon's brain was flooded with dopamine and oxytocin. A powerful erection formed in his crotch. He unceremoniously released the snake he had acquired for a penis and proceeded to masturbate. He was overwhelmed by the pleasure that this transformation was giving him. While with one hand he played with his member, with the other he explored every possible corner of his body. He liked what he felt, what he saw. He played with her breasts, kissed and licked her biceps, even smelled the pungent aroma her body was giving off. It was all too intense, too masculine and virile.

With every jerk of his member, it increased in size, not only in length, but also in girth. After all, such a portentous body also deserved a tool to match. After a few minutes, he reached the monstrous dimensions of 20cm in length and 16cm in girth.

Setrak gasped. With one hand he was masturbating, with the other, he was pinching his nipples, which, like his pectorals, had also increased in size. His tongue hung on one side of his muzzle, his gaze was lost in some undefined point. The transformation was over, but all those hormones that made him lose his mind in that sea of pleasure were still roaring in his system.

Finally he released the first load that came crashing down on the small weight in front of the couch. Setrak roared in his new baritone voice, but he wasn't finished, another ejaculation came to join the previous one, then another, then another. Ten ejaculations stained the small table, as well as the floor around it. Setrak could not remember any discharge as copious as that one. Once he had ascertained that he had finished, he collapsed completely on the couch, which squeaked from the new weight that the chameleon, or rather dragon, deposited on him. There he closed his eyes and sank into dreams.

The first thing he did upon waking up the next day was to order new clothes. What he had was useless with his new body. He also had to prepare a more substantial breakfast, his new body required many more calories. Later, he called Rick to go out again.

The fox remained for a long while with eyes like saucers and mouth completely open upon seeing his friend completely transformed. Setrak asked him if he was interested in something similar; Rick replied that he would think about it. After that, they took another tour around the city. They posted some photos of their meeting on social media and went on with their lives.

Setrak's life underwent several changes from that day on. The first was the countless number of calls and messages from all his friends asking him to explain what had happened to him, questions which he did his best to answer. Curiously, he was also contacted by some advertising, fashion, and fitness agencies to grant him some interviews and propose certain business deals. However, what surprised him most was that Ted asked for another meeting.

Ted was sitting at a table for two in the café he had chosen to meet with Setrak again. It was the same one where they had had their first date. He had arrived early, something usual for him, and was having a coffee while checking his phone as he waited for his ex to arrive.

A slight murmur of voices made him take his eyes off the phone screen; he had to hold his breath for a few moments. In front of him, advancing slowly, was Setrak. He had already seen his photos on social media, but seeing him in person was something completely different. He thanked heaven that he was sitting, as the erection that formed under his pants was immediate.

"Did I keep you waiting long?" asked Setrak in that voice so alien to his former self, but so tremendously seductive.

"No, you know I always arrive early to places," responded Ted.

Setrak took a seat across from the, at that moment, small bear. He hadn't yet fully adapted to his new body, so he was somewhat clumsy with his movements. Ted found it endearing.

"Sorry, I had to see you in person to make sure those posts were true," the bear began to speak. "Wow, it's an impressive change."

"Don't worry, I get those comments all the time," said Setrak while sketching a smile. "Even I don't believe it sometimes."

"You look really good, honestly."

Setrak couldn't contain a smile of satisfaction upon hearing those words. It was evident that the bear was very interested in him now; of course, now he was his type.

"How did you achieve such a radical change?" Ted continued after taking another sip of coffee.

"A bit of magic," answered the chameleon, shortly after calling a waiter to place his order.

"Really?" incredulity and amazement were evident on Ted's face, despite having lived with him for such a short time.

"Yes," Setrak extracted the talisman from under his tight shirt (even XXL clothing was quite small on him). "You see this here? I bought this at a fair that Rick took me to try to lift my spirits after our breakup."

"Oh, sorry about that," Ted lowered his head slightly in a sign of shame. "I was stupid in the way I treated you."

"Don't worry, I don't hold a grudge," Setrak showed him his best smile.

"Do you know if that vendor is still around?" continued Ted.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid the fair is over," he lied. "I don't know if the vendor is around."

He could see his ex's face of disappointment. He too wanted to be equally muscular, but, contrary to Setrak, he was of chubby constitution.

"However," continued Setrak, making sure to recapture the bear's attention. "I can also change other people at will. The vendor told me how."

Ted's eyes lit up.

"Do you think...? Well..." he stammered.

"Of course," Setrak knew perfectly well what the bear wanted to say. "Though it won't be free."

"What do you need?" Ted was anxious, finally seeing an opportunity to fulfill his dreams.

"That we try again," the chameleon answered immediately. "I suppose with this body I have, there won't be any problems with you."

"Of course!" said the excited bear while watching how the chameleon flexed one of his arms.

"See you then on the next new moon."

They were both in Ted's apartment. It was midnight, there were few pedestrians in the streets, only those people who either were leaving work at those hours or simply wanted a night of fun. It was a cool night, without moon, full of stars unable to be contemplated due to light pollution.

Ted was half-naked, only wearing underwear, sitting on his couch; Setrak, imposing, in front of him, with the talisman between his hands.

"Ready?" asked the chameleon.

Ted nodded.

Setrak closed his eyes, took a long breath, and recited the enchantment, with some variations. He had managed to find the vendor again and he had told him what to say.

_"_A?amtaz? idzaajt' art apsaxrakwa, " he concluded the enchantment.

As had happened to him also the previous night, nothing occurred in the first moments, but, no sooner had a few seconds passed than Ted started to feel very hot. The sensation was stronger, possibly for being a warm-blooded being. He asked Setrak to lower the air conditioning temperature, but the chameleon didn't move an inch, as he knew it was useless.

As had happened to him a few weeks ago, first the bear was overcome by a sensation of pain, then pleasure. Each muscle group began to grow dramatically. The mixture of hormones in his system caused him a very strong erection. He panted and moaned, the fat of his chubby body dissipated and redistributed, an increasing muscle mass appeared under his skin.

Ted stood up, the couch creaked after being freed from that monumental load, when he felt the transformation had ended. He had become imposing, a perfect mixture of fat and muscle that accentuated his virility, with a monstrous penis completely erect that secreted pre-seminal fluid incessantly. The sweat that had moistened his fur highlighted his attractiveness more.

"How huge!" exclaimed the bear in a bass voice that resonated in that apartment that now seemed too small for him.

Setrak watched in wonder, unable to contain the erection under his pants. He watched the bear inspect himself closely, whether by touch, sight, or smell. It wasn't long before he joined in the inspection.

"I want to fuck," Ted said in an attempt at a whisper.

Without waiting any longer, he pushed the chameleon against one of the walls, grabbed both his wrists, and kissed him. Setrak could feel the heat radiating from the bear, his tongue thrusting without permission into her lizard mouth, the display of savagery and brutality from her once-boyfriend.

"Ted, I think..." she tried to say.

"Don't talk! -Ted commanded in his new thunder voice, then tore the chameleon's pants and underpants with one swipe of his paw.

Setrak's eyes widened as Ted's titanic penis entered him smoothly. He was grateful for the copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid he had produced earlier, otherwise, that entry would have been much more painful.

"It feels good," the bear growled in his ear. “This force, this hard-on, this momentum. It feels even better to fuck someone so muscular, too."

Setrak didn't answer, but moaned, it was a strange mixture of pain with pleasure. His insides were still adjusting to the penetration.

The bear stopped for a moment and threw the chameleon face down against the couch, subsequently pounced on him, and penetrated him savagely again. Setrak was grateful for the new strength he had acquired a few weeks earlier, otherwise he would have been crushed to death. Ted pressed Setrak's head against the couch, while the chameleon kept his ass up.

"I've missed this," Ted confessed. "I missed dominating you."

Setrak simply groaned.

"And you like it," a smug grimace appeared on his face. "No matter how strong you've become, you're a fucking masochist who likes to be used and then thrown away like a used condom. I did it to you once and you still come back as a lapdog.

Setrak went on without speaking, just moaning. Part of what Ted was saying was true, he liked to be dominated.

"Your ass is as tight as I remember," Ted continued. "As pathetic as you are, I haven't come across many asses like yours."

Ted leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"And I look forward to using it as many times as I want."

The bear kept ramming the chameleon again and again, each time at increasing speed and depth. Setrak didn't utter a word, his brain was so flooded with pleasure that he couldn't think of anything but enjoying the moment. Ted, on the other hand, was panting from the effort, his fur was completely drenched in sweat, so much so that it was even dripping down his lover's back. He was in a frenzy, holding on until the last minute not to ejaculate.

Half an hour later he ended up ejaculating. It was so much that it even spilled out of Setrak's rectum. Just as had happened to the chameleon, it took several shocks to completely empty everything his testicles had generated during the transformation. After feeling completely satisfied, he collapsed beside the chameleon, the couch eventually breaking as it could no longer support any more weight. The bear fell asleep instantly, Setrak, on the other hand, grinned mischievously.

Ted woke up when the sun's rays hit him in the face. After waking up, he realized, first of all, that he was all alone. Setrak had left long before he woke up. Secondly, he was back to his old self, the same old chubby bear without an ounce of muscle. He quickly panicked, but the familiar sound of a notification made him redirect his attention elsewhere.

"I hope you enjoyed that night with that body because it will be the last time you'll do so," read a message from Setrak.

"It's true that I like being dominated and being a bit masochistic, but that doesn't mean I forgive what you did to me a few weeks ago," he wrote again.

"I gave you yesterday a taste of your most sordid fantasies, enough for you to want more, but know that it's impossible for you to achieve it."

Anger was accumulating in the bear's small head.

"Tell me, what does it feel like to taste deification and then descend dramatically to mortality?"

"You know that, even if you want to, you'll never be like that bear who fucked me wildly last night, just as it will be practically improbable that you'll find a titan who wants to be with you."

"Have a nice day."

Ted roared from the depths of his being. He immediately tried to write back, to call, but he had been blocked. What Setrak had said was true; he didn't want to have this pathetic body he had now, he wanted the one from the previous night. But he knew that, unless he found that vendor, it would be impossible to get it again.

In another part of the city, two paragons of masculinity were enjoying coffee. They were a chameleon and a fox, both talking cheerfully with their thunderous voices, holding hands.

Nayar Leng