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The sharp sound of a buzzer roused Nat from his game as he realized someone was calling for him from the front door of his apartment. Not expecting a package, Nat nonetheless raced out to greet the visitor. He didn't want a potential mailman to drive away and leave him empty-handed. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd experienced a ding-dong-dash with a delivery person!

ThereThankfully, there was indeed a package waiting in the hands of the mailman in his apartment's lobby to his delight. Signing the slip, Nat took it up to his apartment eagerly. Taking a knife to the edges of the box, he carefully opened his parcel. To his shock, the box inside was a rare Amiibo of Wolf O'Donnell from StarFox that he'd ordered months ago but simply forgot about!

He carefully took it out of the package and set it down to admire the craftsmanship. Wolf was in his standard game position, his weight shifted onto his left leg and his right claw hanging in the air, in a fighting pose. Nat loved it!

As he went to take out the cardboard box, something else inside caught his attention. Reaching inside, he was shocked to pull out a pair of gloves that looked identical to the ones that his Amiibo was wearing! They were purple, the fingers opened up to give space for Wolf's claws, a near-perfect facsimile.

Nat picked them up, surprised that they'd been included. He didn't think that it had said on the website for him to expect them. But, Nat wasn't one to turn down a free gift. Besides, they looked amazing!

Heading over to wash his hands thoroughly, he dried them and then went to don the gloves. Thankfully, they looked a little large for him, meaning there was little chance of him accidentally ripping them when trying them on.

As he slid his hand into one of the gloves, a tingle played over his skin, running up from the hand to his arms. Thinking it was just a bit of static electricity, he put on the other glove, the same sensation assaulting his other hand. His fingers easily slid through the holes on the fingerless gloves, and he flexed them a few times, getting comfortable in his new arm-wear. They fit, well, like a glove!

Nat continued to twitch his fingers, wondering what it would look like to have actual claws sticking out of them. It was a silly thought, he knew, but not one that escaped his notice today!

The tingling sensation had not subsided the entire time, making Nat a little concerned. He figured there was something on the inside of the gloves that were generating the annoying static. Therefore, he decided it was best to remove them for now. They looked cool, but they were more of a collector's item and he would only take them out for special occasions. Hell, maybe he might give them a try for Halloween with the rest of a costume!

Yet, as he did, he realized that the gloves were stuck. Gently tugging on them, for fear of breaking them, still failed to remove the gloves. Worried that either they were indeed too small for his hands, or that some glue or sticky substance on their insides was preventing him from taking them off, he examined them carefully. To his dismay, nothing obvious caught his attention.

The longer the gloves remained on, the worse the tingling sensation grew, to the point of irritating Nat's skin. In particular, his fingertips were starting to ache, as though the nail was being removed from the bed. As Nat lowered his gaze, he could see them rising, confirmation they were doing just that!

Nat stared with rapt attention as the nails soon extended past the tip of his finger and began to curve slightly. The translucent keratin started to darken towards a muddled gray as they continued their sudden expansion. Soon, all ten of his fingers had the same, elongated nails, sharpened at the ends into points. They looked identical to claws!

A light pricking started to play over his fingers as new hairs suddenly poked at the surface. Unlike his usual brown, these hairs seemed to be gray as they steadily obscured the skin on his fingers and the backs of his hands. "W-what's happening?" He muttered, shocked as the hairs soon completely covered both hands. His palms were spared, though the skin was beginning to dry out as the shade darkened before his eyes.

The sensation of tingling soon encompassed his hand as the gloves around them grew a little tighter. It was as though the muscle underneath had swelled, torn from an injury. But there was no pain as the flesh underneath continued squirming, adding almost an inch to the total diameter. There was thankfully no pain from the process, though it was incredibly uncomfortable to feel how tight they already were in the custom gloves!

By this point, Nat was becoming more than a little concerned for the fate of his hands. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the process had progressed well beyond the stage that it could be considered a hallucination. Whatever the gloves had done to him was occurring in real-time as Nat watched on helplessly.

Deep down, Nat had an idea of what was transpiring, as impossible as it should have been. The Amiibo and gloves, in tandem with the claws and fur, made the process rather obvious. His hands were turning into hand-paws, much like the character whose gloves he had donned. Though lacking the artistic contours of the character, he was nonetheless turning into a real-world version of Wolf ODonnell!

By now, the fur was starting to spread over his wrists, the peppering of patches prickling as it started to climb higher. Nat hardly had time to view the change to his skin texture before it was completely obscured. The spreading hair seemed to signal the onset of a series of ripples under the skin. Though painless, it felt like the muscles of his lower arm were pulling apart, adding mass as they swelled against the flesh. Nat didn't know what was happening at first, but it soon became evident that Wolf's arms should be larger than his own, and the process was forcing his arms to stretch to compensate!

Having finished covering his lower arms, the smattering of Wolf's hairs soon started lancing from the skin of his upper arm, before the swelling sensation proceeded them. His biceps, triceps, and deltoids all started to tear apart painlessly, like they would after a hard day at the gym. Yet, in this case, it took only minutes for the muscle to knit back together into shapes that nearly made his skin break from the sheer size of Wolf's physic.

Unfortunately, his hands were still swelling, even after they'd added almost an inch to their circumference. Wolf's gloves were starting to become uncomfortably tight from the size of Wolf's hands. Each twinge and spasm borough them dangerously close to damaging his new possessions!

"This can't be happening," Nat muttered to himself, still stunned that such a transfiguration was possible.

Yet, Nat was feeling more annoyed than afraid at this point. It was one thing to be changing into Wolf, but he was sure his gloves were expensive! He could tell the seams were pulling apart, about to burst from the sheer size of his hands as they continued to expand beyond the gloves. He wasn't sure why the changes would make him outgrow Wolf's gloves, especially since they were supposed to be a size fit for the character! Perhaps they were simply made too small? But, then, why were they changing him in the first place?

The itching of hair growth on his chest began to intensify, making him want to bring his clawed hands up to rub it. But Nat was afraid of tearing his shirt if he did so. Forced to suffer through the intense pricking, Nat could only watch as a peppering of grey fur started to coat his pecs, running down towards his belly as his own sparse human hairs lanced out into the wolven coat that he was soon likely to possess.

Nat could hardly handle the sensations of his muscles breaking apart and reforming, more tissue writhing against the skin as he added inches of mass that started swelling out against his meager frame. His pecs started to pull on either side, and Nat realized with a start that he could flex them if he tried. The skin prickled a little as it was proceeded by building veins and minor muscle twinges underneath.

His slim form started to stretch as the muscles in his stomach were pulled taut, drawing upward on his frame. More fascinated than afraid at this point, Nat pulled his shirt up to see what was happening. Though slightly obscured by the steadily trickling hairs, it was possible to see divot lines forming along the sides of his belly that drew up under his stretching pecs. Lines even began to form in the center into a series of creases that indicated the start of abs!

The tickling of Wolf's fur started to move lower, and Nat moaned audibly as the irritation of fur growth grew from his individual pubes as they started to lace forth into lupine hairs. They tickled the edges of his cock, making Nat desperate to scratch. Nat let go of his shirt to try and undo the buckle of his pants to relieve the irritating itch.

As he did so, Nat quickly realized that his shirt wasn't quite as fitting as it had been. While initially hanging down to its usual spot right above his groin, it seemed to be drawing up slightly as he watched, one inch, and then two. It had to be the result of his stretching stomach!

The sensations of twitching started playing over his torso as it continued to grow. His shirt was pulled up higher, exposing more of that gray fur and muscles squirming against the skin. Though Wolf's fur around his sides was that same dark gray, the fur coming up his belly was lighter, coming toward white as it continued to spread over every inch of skin.

The divots from the new muscle tone were becoming much more exposed as the tissues continued to build up bulk underneath, fueled with whatever energy was changing him into Wolf. The force was making his muscles swell just under the skin that was stretching to allow their growth! It looked like he was on his way to the bulge of a six-pack!

A twitching from his chest brought his attention to the swelling in his flattened pecs. Their growth soon began pulling at the edges of his shirt as it started to tug at the sides. Even his bulging biceps were putting pressure against the shirt sleeves, making Nat painfully aware that his shirt was steadily becoming several sizes too small for his frame. Yet, rather than fear for his possessions, Nat was starting to admire the growth of his body. He'd always wondered how the sight of such muscles would accentuate his frame, and the image of such real-life growth was more than a little arousing...

To Nat's shock, he could feel that his cock was getting harder in his pants, pressing insistently against the fabric as though eager for release. Never before had he been so powerfully erect in all his life! The needs of his penis, in tandem with the mild admiration for Wolf's beefier body, made him shiver with arousal. Nat wanted to pull it out, maybe hump something in his apartment to try to relieve the pressure building up. Yet, with Wolf's claws adorning his fingers, he was too worried about injuring his cock to try!

At the thought of Wolf's claws, the throbbing tension in his hands became noticeably stronger as though his hands were continuing to grow. How much larger did he need to grow to become Wolf? The twinges from his hands had not abated. He had thought them to be Wolf's size already, but they were clearly destined to grow even larger.

It was then that Nat started to realize just how big he was already. Nothing he had seen in any media made him expect that Wolf's body would be more muscled than what Nat had become already. Yet, the tingling sensation in his body made it obvious he would end up far larger than any rendition of Wolf he had ever seen!

The swelling sensations soon emanated from his thighs, the muscles multiplying under the skin as they had in his arms and torso. Within a few moments, the skin was tight against his pants, as though the fabric was far too small to contain such meaty thighs. The ache of flesh against denim was preceded by that damned insistent prickling that made Nat tempted just to tear his pants off. His calves were adding at least half an inch to their diameter, pulling up his jean's cuffs enough that it was akin to wearing flood pants!

Finally annoyed enough to try, Nat reached down to take off his belt and hopefully allow the pressure to subside. Yet, Wolf's thicker fingers couldn't get between the clasp and the buckle to allow blessed relief. Frustrated, Nat was ready to tear his belt apart, snapping the leather in two with Wolf's strength now that he possessed it!

Despite the ache of tightening clothes around him, his erection did not go down. If anything, the tightness against the clothes caused the pressure to stimulate his shaft in ways that he could not have prepared for. The head was pushed exquisitely against his underwear and pants, as though begging for the coming release.

Never in his life did Nat need something more desperately than to tear off his pants and stroke his cock and cum. It was inconceivable that such a drastic change would make him horny. Yet, his leaking cock head needed nothing more than to blow the load forming in Wolf's testicles. It was almost painfully tight to feel the swell in his pants as the changes took hold of his groin.

Worried about Wolf's claws, Nat started to stroke his cock tip through the fabric with just his palms. It was as though his cock was stretching out to meet his eager hand, soaking through Wolf's gloves and fur and pads as he rubbed with vigor and purpose. Though he wanted desperately to touch himself directly, he figured this might be the best way to cum with his current circumstances!

Yet his efforts were distracted by a tightening in his shoes that grew more intense with each passing second. The discomfort from his feet took precedence, prompting him to reach down and try to remove the troublesome footwear. His feet seemed to be expanding, their diameter widening even as his heel began to stretch and pull at the back of the fabric. An ache at the end of each digit seemed to press against the weak leather, as though trying to push through. It seemed likely Nat's feet were turning into Wolf's paws, much too large to fit in the shoes!

To his chagrin, though perhaps not to his surprise, Nat found himself unable to pull the laces apart or to take the shoe off, even with Wolf's newfound strength. His foot was simply growing too large against the weak leather. They threatened to tear at the stitching from the sheer diameter from Wolf's growing lupine feet. Part of Nat wanted to see what was happening so that he might appreciate the alterations, but the other part simply wanted to somehow save his shoes from their current fate!

The fact of the matter was that Nat was simply growing too large for clothing. Wolf's physiology would likely force him to break free from the weak fabric as he grew into a beast far more massive than any incarnation of Wolf O'Donnell had a right to be. His shirt was already being pulled taut along with his protruding pecs, bulging biceps, and tight stomach as it rode further and further up his fur-covered frame. He could hear a series of micro-tears rippling through the sleeves as though they were preparing to explode at a moment's notice. Wolf's biceps had grown so large that even a slight flex would likely do away with the shirt sleeves covering them. Would that be the best way to solve the situation, or did Nat have another choice than to lose his shirt?

Somehow, the notion of destruction sat well with Nat's altering proclivities. The idea of being a small, lanky man and tuning into a muscled beast beyond fathoming was powerfully arousing. Best of all, it seemed as though his cock was in agreement as it started to throb even more insistently in his pants.

Nat tried to rub himself again, longing to feel the tightness in direct contrast with the growth of his member. Yet, soon, humping and rubbing against his hand was insufficient. He needed more, something larger.

Scouring the room, Nat's eyes settled on his bedroom down the hall, where he had several large, soft pillows. Maybe he could rut and hump one of those?

Nat hadn't realized it, but the larger he got, the more confident he became with his body. With, with a buff physique like this, he was sure Wolf would at least have confidence in bed. And Wolf certainly wouldn't hold back if he were horny, regardless of the location, right? It certainly felt that way!

Yet, before Nat could get very far, the pain of his foot's growth prevented him from moving. The strain of tearing leather was too much for his shoes to bear as the seams along the sides burst apart, one by one, making Nat groan his pleasure.

No sooner had the stitches given way, than he could feel the pricking of more hair growth along the base of his foot as Wolf's gray pelt spread over the skin. The sensation seemed to cause another surge of growth to his feet, forcing more of the leather to tear at the stitching all the way to the other end of the shoe. The same was happening to his other foot as well, Wolf's fur poking through wherever the shoe managed to give way. Nat was tempted to reach down with Wolf's claws to get tear off the rest of the way off, but there was little point with how much larger his feet still had to go!

The minute twinges of growth started back on his arms, the change seemingly happening in increments all over his form. His forearms gradually gained another inch in diameter, far larger than his relatively scrawny ones had been. His old-fashioned watch was already stretched to the breaking point, obvious strain on the leather visible as it was pulled across the width of his arms.

Though his watch was momentarily spared, it seemed that the gloves would not be. His hands were getting so wide it became an impossible task to keep them on as Wolf's sausage-width fingers clenched in irritation. A few more tears rippled through the fabric as the stitches gave way, and with a loud pop, Wolf's gloves fell onto the floor.

By now, Nat was relatively bulky, easily three times the size he had been as a human. And his changes were far from over. The itching of Wolf's fur growth was spreading up his neck now as it bloomed out into the beginnings of a wolven beard. It thickened quickly, forming a grey mane where sideburns would be. The fur was a lighter shade than the fur on his body, matching the pelt adorning his chest perfectly.

Nat's own hair started to lengthen somewhat, thinning on the sides and running down the center like a sort of mohawk. Its normally brown shade soon lightened to white, lighter than even the fur on his face and stomach. It stretched down to the back of his neck, a stark contrast from Nat's short haircut. Nat had to admit, it was rather fetching on his features!

Though not realizing it until now, his nose had been shifting slightly, drinking in the stink of his male musk as he continued to grow. But now, as the changes reached his face, Nat was aware that his nose was growing dark, thick, and moist with slits on the sides. A crack in his jaw forced his new nasal cavities to expand, allowing him to better drink in his maleness. His cock was on fire, the scent of it accentuating his need to cum!

"Feels...ggrrr... grrrooood!" Nat growled in a voice that was not his own. He tried again, an audible crack sounding as his vocal cords seemed to shift and alter. "I'm GGGrrr-So big...I'm-Wolf!" He exclaimed, loving how lower his new voice was. The thought that he sounded like Wolf from the games made his cock even harder, leaking in his pants!

Nat's jaw continued to crack forward, forcing his nose to descend towards blackening lips and lengthening fangs. After a few moments, Nat could even see it forming from his periphery, giving him Wolf's handsome muzzle as it widened to match his features. His tongue was flattened, licking his lips with hunger as he drooled a little, thoughts of his twitching cock making him excited.

A strange tingling from each ear made Nat reach up with his paws to rub at the flesh and cartilage. His ears were lengthening into points, thick triangles that started twitching of their own accord. The thick fur of his head spread into his inner ear, drinking in sounds in the direction that his ears moved. They stayed in their same position, rising higher as Nat's skull sloped slightly, a hybrid configuration to denote his anthropomorphic state.

Yet, all he could focus on was the needs in his penis that were building towards a crescendo. The force of the lust he was feeling made Nat white-out, his human self lost in a sea of new memories and senses. It was like Nat's psyche was being merged into the beast he was becoming. Yet, he welcomed it, aroused as he was by the idea that he was becoming Wolf. The notion of letting himself think as the character sat all too well with his new proclivities!

He blinked a few times in confusion, trying to come to terms with what was happening in his mind. It became impossible to separate himself from Wolf's being through his own. He was Wolf and had always been. There was a human here, but that wasn't him, right? Maybe something from a dream, but otherwise beneath Wolf's notice!

The twinges of muscle growth seemed to die down by now, a sign that his changes were nearly complete. His shirt was torn all over, nearly hanging off his frame as his exposed hair shone through. It was pulled up near his nipples now, which Wolf could see poking from his shirt in excitement.

Yet, of most interest was his ever-tightening waistband and jeans, partially due to how much his cock was struggling to free itself. His belt was pulled nearly to the end and about to pop at any moment, making the poor wolf-man moan from the incredible tightness. Pushing down with his gut, the pressure in his jeans was quickly relieved as his belt tore in half with a satisfying pop.

Wolf could hold back his need no longer. He had to see his cock, the only place where the tingles were still emanating from. Leaning against the wall, he grit his teeth as his cock started swelling painfully against his jeans. Grunts and groans of pleasure escaped his lips as his cock forced his pants tighter and tighter.

Finally, to Wolf's absolute delight the button flew off, the zipper soon to follow as it started to break as well. His underwear-covered cock pushed through the vacant space and Wolf moaned again. It was almost more than he could bear to breathe in the heady musk from his penis as it continued to leak its fluids.

By now, Wolf's bulk could not be contained in his pants as the tightness grew and grew. Meaty thighs and a bulging waistline forced the weakened denim to the breaking point. His massive muscled hind end pushed at the seat of his pants, popping the seams one by one until it prepared to burst from the slightest of flexes. Reaching back, Wolf could feel his own ass swelling until with a satisfying shhrrrriiippp, the remaining seams burst apart, leaving only stretched underwear as his massive hind made them part. The pressure from his thighs would not be denied either as the jeans started to split and tear in tandem with the continued growth. Wolf growled his delight, enjoying the sight of his body growing out of his pants!

Wolf almost didn't want his cock to tear it out of his underwear from how sexy it was to see it cocooned. But, as the tinglings of its change started to overcome him, Wolf would be remiss for not seeing them first hand. Carefully, with his sharpened nails, he cut a hole to the side of his underwear. He was able to adjust his penis as it pressed against the hole he'd made, the singing of fabric tearing music to his ears as his member pushed its way out.

It sat there, bobbing in the air as the changes overtook it completely. The entirety of the shaft was turning red, spreading down to the base under the foreskin that had peeled back, itching with the growth of fur. The head had growth pointed as the base swelled exquisitely with the development of a canine bugle. His bestial cock was beautiful!

"Mrrfff, play time's over," Wolf muttered, the phrase for one of the older smash games as he stared over his meaty rod with purpose. His touch was electric; the sensations of paw pads on his cock made for a tighter grip than Wolf was prepared for. He wanted to stroke himself off right there! But, his need to hump and rut quickly overtook any rationality. He wanted to hump and hump and blow his load like the big bad wolf he was!

Grabbing a firm pillow and holding it tightly against his groin made Wolf whine a bestial sound as the ecstasy rolled over his body in waves. The sensation of plush against his penis head and shaft was nearly orgasmic on its own, sending shivers all the way down to his swelling, furry testicles. He wanted to hold on to that sensation for as long as possible to allow for his maximum pleasure.

Pushing his cock head back into the pillow as far as it would go, Wolf held it there, allowing the tightening in his testicles to build as long as he dared before the bestial need to let go and fuck overtook him. The sensation of rutting carried over the near-orgasmic pressure that he had allowed to build up, making what felt like a facet of pre leak over the fabric of his pillow casing. His hips thrust faster than he could have imagined, pushing in and out in a steady rhythm that made it impossible to hold back. His entire body was alight with anticipation, as though he was ready to explode at any moment.

"I can't...let you do...that..." He muttered another classic line, trying to hold himself back as long as he could.

Wolf wanted the sensations to go on forever, the tingling in his balls radiating all over his body as his end drew near. But there was no chance of willing himself to hold back with the pent-up need in his fuzzy ballsack. Besides, he was Wolf O'Donnell now; there was no need for him to hold back. He would take what he wanted, what he deserved...

"AAARRROOOWWWWWW!" He howled, really howled, as his cock blew over the pillow, his paw, and his groin. What felt like a torrent of cum escaped his shaft, spraying its way out and making him cry out with the release.

Nearly collapsing, Wolf felt the sheer force of pressure releasing more seed than he could bear. Immediately he felt the remnants of his clothes and pants being soaked with seminal fluids, coating his paw and the bed. The scent stank, filling his nostrils with the heady smell and eliciting more cum to slop from his cock at the notion of his masculinity.

Wolf stood braced against the bed, lost in post-orgasmic bliss as his cock dripped more fluid onto the floor and his paw. He stroked a few extra times, milking his member for all it was worth as the last bits of semen leaked out. Ther sensations assured Wolf with confidence that he was powerful, sexy, and horny as hell!

Standing up, panting, Wolf took stock of his body. He was massive, easily three times the size of his former humanity. A few flexes would probably tear the remaining rags off his frame. He fancied the notion of ripping out of them. His pecs were flattened, nipples taut, and sides patterned from muscle and ribs underneath. His stomach made a lovely toned six-pack, firm enough that he could grate cheese on them if he wanted!

It didn't take his searching hands to tell how meaty his things, glutes, and calves had become. And his wolven feet could no longer fit into the flattened messes that had become of his shoes. With his paw's thick padding, he hardly needed them any longer! Though, a nice pair of boots might be preferable...

Wolf looked down at the fragments of the shoes and wondered why they weren't his normal boots. He laughed at the frail fragments, muttering "those things wouldn't fit me."

Though one of the gloves had fallen to the floor, there was still a second barely clinging to his frame as he shook it a few times, trying to get it off. "Hmmmph, too small!" He growled as he threw it to the floor in disappointment.

Wandering over to a mirror, he looked himself over, still clad in shredded pants and a too-small shirt. It was hard to fathom exactly why he had donned such things. Sucking in a deep breath, he puffed his chest out, causing a tear to form in the center of the shirt. A barking laugh escaped his lips as he pulled off the remaining rags, tearing them off with ease. "That's more like it," he growled, flexing in the mirror and admiring the view.

Though his bare chest was exciting to look at, Wolf felt a little naked without something more form-fitting to cover his torso. Walking over to the closet, he pulled out a large hoodie, thinking it to be his jacket, being the only thing that could possibly fit him. Pulling it over his frame, he was annoyed at how much it clung to his back, barely able to squeeze down over his chest even with how stretchy the material was!

Yet, the notion of wearing clothes that were slightly too small, frustrating though it was, carried a sense of power with it that made Wolf slightly aroused. He was better than the human trappings before him, and the realization caused him to shoot another small load into his paw as he reached down to milk his cock for that last bit of semen. It felt right that he was beyond such things, in ways that even his sexual reaction could not fully quantify!

A wave of dizziness overcame him suddenly, as though another presence in his mind was poking at its fringes. It took a few moments, but the former consciousness of Nat pulled through, fusing with Wolf's own. The act of orgasm helped snap what was left of Nat back into the body that was once his. Such a potent release belonged to both beasts, after all.

With a sudden bout of realization, Wolf realized that these were his clothes, that he had been the human who had worn them. The realization was met with some disdain. He was far too large for any of his former things. Still, the sight of him in the mirror again did give him some pause. He looked hot as fuck, naked and furred like Wolf on steroids. Yet, he felt entirely natural, especially in the downstairs department!

Thinking to look online, Wolf picked up the torn gloves and tried in vain to see if anyone was selling a Wolf cosplay in extra-large. Nothing came of it, which disappointed the new sensibilities in his mind. All that he could find in the apartment that even remotely fit over him was the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, though both were uncomfortable, too short, and hardly stretchy enough to work. It was only a slight bit better than nothing!

Even though he was still enamored with his current form, Nat found himself what he was doing here in this house of humans. Wolf had other priorities. He knew that the gloves had changed him, or, rather, let him out. Could similar items affect others in the same way? That possibility sat well with his sensibilities and filled him with purpose. Getting himself a crew of other anthropomorphic beings, obtaining himself a fighter, working as a mercenary...the universe was at his paw tips!