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Tark - FA is Tarkndark. Tark is the sole property of myself.

Well this is my first attempt at writing a story piece period. Hopefully you enjoy it! If you have any feedback please don't hesitate to give it. As it's my first story, as I get more and more comfortable with writing I may revisit this piece to either rewrite it or expand it.

Special thanks to Iron99 (on FA) for their help in proof reading and input

*Click* *Click *Click*, the sound of the mouse as it lazily moved around the computer screen. First, *click* a music video, ten seconds later *click*. The music video had been replaced with a comedy sketch programme. Half paying attention, he watched a few minutes before *click* and the video changed once more.

Tark knew he was bored. It weighed heavily on him. Nothing seemed to grab his attention. Nothing was interesting him. How many websites had been on? How many videos had he watched only seconds of before clicking onto something else? He slid further down into his chair and sighed slightly. Just another day of lazy mindless internet surfing. It'd become routine really. He wished he could find something to alleviate the boredom.

Suddenly the clicking of the mouse was interrupted by a loud banging at the front door. "Shit... who could that be?" Tark thought to himself as he got up. He was mildly annoyed at the interruption but secretly happy to do something for a change. "Probably someone selling something or..." he huffed under his breath as he ran down the stairs to the door. The knocking had now been joined by an impatient ringing of the bell. "Alright! Alright! One minute!", Tark fumbled with the keys to the door, quickly giving himself a look over to check he was presentable. Jeans, t shirt, shoes. He was fine. He opened the door to be greeted with a deliveryman with a small box under his arm.

"Sign here!"

A pad was thrust at him by the deliveryman.

"Uh... ok", Tark quickly took the pen and scrawled on the paper. Handing the pad back to the deliveryman only to be roughly given the box. "Thanks!" Tark went to say but the deliveryman had already turned around and begun to walk away. Tark shrugged and closed the door behind him, the small box tucked under his arm. "Whatever it is, it's pretty light" he mused to himself, walking towards his living room. Turning the box in his hands, he noticed no name on the box, just the address scrawled on one side. "What the heck is it?" he thought to himself. Maybe it was another late night intoxicated Ebay purchase. He'd woken up one day to find he'd bought himself a William Shatner CD. He shuddered slightly at the memory still. He'd vowed to not drink that brand of alcohol again after that.

Throwing the box down onto the sofa, he returned to the box with a pair of scissors. They quickly cut through the tape holding the cardboard edges down. Tark grimaced slightly as his mind raced with possibilities of all the stupid purchases it could be. Looking into the box he saw... nothing. Just some scrunched up packing paper and a musty smelling box. Tark shook his head, confused. What the heck was going on? Had he just bought an empty box? He turned the box upside down onto the sofa and shook it. Brown packing paper fell out and... wait? What was that? Something small bounced out of the box and onto the sofa. Tark put the box down and went for a closer look. It was a pendant... a pendant in the shape of a Hyena's face, hanging off a leather cord. He picked it up in his hand and held it up to his face for a better look. It seemed to be carved out of bone, the detailed carving made it look like the face was partway grinning, partway snarling.

"Huh?!" Tark exclaimed, pleasantly surprised that it was something he could wear and use. Hyenas were his favourite animal so it was an added bonus. He congratulated what he assumed was his drunken past self for not buying something stupid this time.

Just when had he bought it though? The question passed briefly through his mind as he started to clear up the box and paper. He usually remembered later ordering things or at least would have an email about them. Maybe it was an old order that had gotten lost in the post and finally reached him? "Yeah, that's it" he thought to himself as he went back up the stairs, pendant in his hand. The postal service had always been notorious for their tardiness.

Settling back down into the chair in front of the computer once more, he put the pendant down next to him on the desk. With the excitement of getting a parcel delivery over, maybe now there was something interesting online for him to look at he chuckled to himself.

Once more the *click* *click* *click*of the mouse idly going through websites and links could be heard. This time was different though. Tark found his eye kept on being drawn back to the strange pendant. "Might as well try it on, see what it looks like", he thought to himself, picking it up.

Putting the leather cord over his head and round his neck, Tark stood up and walked to the nearby mirror. He examined his reflection, the pendant suited him he thought with a pleased smile. He grabbed it and put it under his shirt, satisfied with how it looked on himself. Not noticing the pendant's dull warmth.

Tark settled back down into the chair and returned to surfing the internet. Time passed with a blur of opened and closed links. "Is it getting stuffy in here?", he thought to himself. He started to adjust himself more and more in the chair. He just couldn't get comfortable. His skin started to feel very warm . He got up to open a window as the heat started to become especially uncomfortable. He just hoped he wasn't coming down with a fever or some other malady.

Tark reached out to open the window only to stop halfway, arm outstretched. He stared in shocked confusion at what he saw. The hairs on his arm were standing on end and... were there more? "No... No...", He shook his head, "...you're ill and hallucinating or something" he thought to himself. He just needed some air, that was it. Throwing open the window, Tark took a deep breath and got back to his chair.

Sitting down, the warmth didn't seem to abate. Something was seriously wrong he thought as he fanned himself with his hand. He stopped and looked at his arms once more. Was...was that fur he saw?

With this realisation, the warmth seemed to increase tenfold. Tark panicked. He threw himself out of the chair, making it fall with a crash. The "fur" (that was all he could think to call it) seemed to be spreading further across his body. Light brown fur! He needed to see what was going on! "The mirror!"he thought in a panic.

He rushed towards it to only trip over his own feet in his panicked rush to see what was happening to him. Picking himself off the floor, Tark realised that suddenly his shoes were starting to feel tight as if they were too small for him. He winced in pain, they were definitely too small for him! They felt like they were shrinking. He needed to get them off. He needed to get them off now! He reached out to grab them off his feet, vaguely noticing that black claws seemed to be pushing out of his fingertips, growing by the second.

With a loud *rip* his fears had proven to be well founded. His shoes lay in ruins as his "feet" ripped through both shoe and sock. The exposed toes growing stubbier and the feet lengthening as they seemed to take on a more paw like appearance. Dark brown fur began to sprout up, quickly engulfing them. He felt leathery pads begin to develop on the undersides of his paws, replacing the last vestiges of his human feet.

Tark tried to think rationally about what was going on. He was ill, it was a nightmare... thoughts flashed through his mind about what could be going on. All the while the warmth and the fur continued to spread on his body, the light brown fur developing darker brown "spots" in some places.

Although it didn't feel as uncomfortable as he initially had... it felt "good". He watched in mute amazement as his fingers began to follow his toes, growing broader, stubbier...more paw like following the example of his feet. He gave an experimental flex of the digits and was rewarded by a rush of endorphins. He felt guilty. Whatever changes were occurring to him, whether it be dream or otherwise, it was beginning to feel pleasurable . He could hardly believe what was happening anymore, what was dream and what was reality.

Suddenly Tark's head exploded in pain and his hands... were they even hands anymore? His paws rushed to his head. He felt his face begin to lengthen and stretch, a loud cracking of bone could be heard. His teeth began to lengthen and sharpen, becoming closer to the fangs of a carnivore. He howled in pain and terror at what was happening. The pain of his changing skull cutting through what pleasure Tark had guiltily felt. His face continued to stretch out further and further, settling into an almost muzzle like appearance. His nose quickly followed suit becoming black and compact. As he took short ragged breaths, he noticed that his sense of smell seemed to have increased tenfold almost.

Tark felt his ears begin to drift towards the top of his head, their shape changing, becoming more rounded. Then as suddenly as it began, the pain ceased. Replaced once more with the feeling of the all too familiar delightful warmth permeating his body. Tark gasped for breath. His panting echoed in the silence of the room.

Slowly he took stock of the situation. His feet and hands were gone. Replaced with what appeared to be large dextrous "paws" covered in dark brown fur. Tark dreaded to think what he would see in the mirror. As he looked, he could see the fur still spreading. Covering the few remaining bare parts of his arms and legs, headings towards his body it seemed. His shirt was ripped in different places and his shoes were ruined.

Shakily Tark got to his feet. "No... Paws?" he corrected himself. He stumbled towards the mirror. His new feet were taking some getting used to. They had grown much bigger than his old human feet. As he looked into the mirror he couldn't believe his eyes. Staring back at him, dressed exactly how he was... was what looked to be a 6 foot plus hyena bipedal monster. Brown fur, dark brown spots, creamy white fur on his front poking out from under the ripped shirt... He blinked and the hyena creature blinked it's brilliant blue eyes too. He opened his mouth, probing with his tongue the new sharp teeth that made their home there. The creature in the mirror showed off a toothy red maw and large tongue. Finally Tark reached out towards the mirror as did the creature. Their hands/paws touching at the same point. Tark hadn't wanted to believe it, he wanted to deny it but in his heart he knew the truth. It was him and he was it.

Tark was brought out of this reverie by a feeling of a pain towards his back. The last few exposed patches of skin were being covered with fur and it had spread steadily, moving towards his torso. He reached to the back of his jeans, somehow he'd managed to keep them on. His paw gingerly touched the back and felt what could only be described as a nub. Grim realisation fell over Tark as he realised... it was a tail. And it was growing.

Tark winced in discomfort as he felt the new addition becoming constricted in his jeans. He fumbled to get them off, managing to rip them down along with his underpants in his haste. He didn't question where this new strength came from. His priority was to get the jeans OFF. He managed it just as he felt the tail fully form itself. The spotted tail swished as if happy to be free from the confines of its denim prison.

The relief Tark felt was instantaneous. It had felt almost like trapping a finger or other appendage. He ripped off the ruined shirt too for good measure, exposing a chest of creamy white fur. It was no use to him now anyway. He spotted the pendant and tried to give it a tug but it refused to move. The leather cord around it seemed to have shrunk! It was now close to his neck and didn't appear to be coming off anytime soon. He put it to the back of his mind, more pressing concerns existed anyhow.

Tark looked himself up and down in the mirror as the final patches of human skin began to transform and disappear, only to be replaced with spotted fur. As the fur spread he could still feel that pleasurable warmth. Tark realised as he felt a pleasurable tingle that for the moment there was one area that was still human. For the time being...

He looked down at his crotch, fearful curiosity becoming tinged with a degree of anticipation. There was no denying that the change felt good. In fact it was starting to feel exceptionally good... arousing even...

As if on queue, the pleasure began to centre on his crotch and with wide eyes, Tark watched. The skin of his shaft and the glans began to blacken, becoming darker and taking on an ebony colour. He began to huff and puff as the changes continued and the gratifying tingle increased, becoming crashing waves of pleasure.

He'd always been modestly sized but now, as he watched, his penis began to grow larger and longer, plumping up before his eyes. 8 inches... no 9 inches! A crude smile formed as he proudly watched, the pleasure increasing steadily as his new member's growth finally began to peter out around the 10 inch mark. It was almost as thick as his wrist!

Not to be left out it seemed, the blissful warmth began to be felt within his scrotum. He tilted his head for a better look at his newly creamy white furred ballsack. It began to pulse and swell, each testicle growing to the size of large hen eggs and pulsing larger still, rapidly swelling with hyeanidae seed. He could hardly believe his eyes.

Finally, the growth seemed to stop and the tingling with it. Tark's newly enhanced shaft throbbed in front of him... invitingly. He licked his newly formed chops as he considered his next move. Before he realised what he was doing, his paw was reaching down to his crotch . He experimentally hefted his ballsack and let it drop back down relishing in the new heavy weight of his balls. Lust addled his mind as he went for his cock, groping and kneading the thick shaft in his meaty paw. Each pump and stroke along his turgid shaft felt to the newly transformed hyena like pure ecstasy. He caught sight of himself in the mirror as he stroked his new thick hyena meat. "Damn... " he thought to himself, he looked good. He no longer cared if this was a dream or a nightmare. There was only one thing on his mind, to pleasure himself.

He curled his toes as he felt all the heat and tingling centre on his genitals. His toes dug into the floored carpet. Tark was getting close to the edge now, he could feel it. Lost in the pleasure, he had no idea how long he'd been stroking his cock. Pre began to dribble out of his large member, lubing it and aiding in his stroking. He growled in delight as he felt his tennisball sized testicles clench and his cock stiffen even more. His tail went rigid, toes digging into the carpet of the floor. His vision became pierced with white as he experienced the most mind blowing orgasm of his life. Ropes of thick hyaenidae cum painted the mirror in front of him as he revelled in the moment, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He loved every second of it.

Finally the stream stopped. Tark basked in the afterglow, huffing , completely spent. His cock softened into a semi, steadfastly refusing to completely go down, steadily dripping cum onto the floor. As he caught his breath and tried to process what had just happened, he looked himself over in the parts of the mirror not currently painted in his seed. He seemed...bigger than he remembered? Almost as quickly as he noticed, the tingling returned but this time was different.

It was more intense and not just focused on one area. It began to feel like someone was pumping pure ecstasy into his body. He could feel it filling him, until he felt almost consumed by the feelings. Tark felt his muscles tense more and... were they growing? He growled in pleasure at the new development. Just when he thought he was finished, he'd been dealt another pleasant surprise.

Tark watched in mute anticipation as his body seemed to swell, to thicken. The pendant glowed slightly, feeding the change. First his calves, closely followed by his thighs, began to surge outwards. Definition he had only seen on bodybuilders appeared within seconds on his body. A few more seconds passed and he'd exceeded that too. He could feel the muscles pulsing with new life, inflating, growing. His calves and thighs soon had to fight for room, pushing his legs almost apart.

As his legs exploded in size, they were not the only changes happening to Tark. He moaned in pleasure as he felt his chest become tighter. His shoulders rapidly growing out to either side of his body, transforming into large, enormous muscle. His pectoral muscles begun to grow out further and further in front of him, becoming giant slabs of stiff unyielding muscle. Ballooning further and further until each pec seemed to rival a paving slab in size. His abs exploded, deep valleys of rock hard furred muscle appearing in mere moments as he could only watch in awe. If Tark hadn't been so rapt with pleasure and watching himself grow, he'd have questioned whether muscle of this size was even attainable through natural methods.

Tark felt his arms grow stiffer, swelling with new life and mass. His biceps bulged outwards, trying to catch up with his rapidly growing torso. Tark managed to bring himself back to his senses for long enough to give one of them an experimental curl. His bicep swelled outwards, roughly the size of a watermelon. As he watched it seemed to swell slightly further, the growth not stopping. Tark almost couldn't keep his arms completely straight against his torso. He was packing on so much muscle in such a short time. Rock-hard, unyielding muscle encased his arms completely bringing it line with the rest of his body. His body looked rather squat he thought to himself, in one of the more lucid moments of his pleasure addled mind. As if hearing his thoughts, the pendant glowed brighter for a second. With a jerk, Tark realised his body was beginning to grow upwards as if to compensate for the extra mass. His legs lengthened slightly and his torso followed suit. He began to experience slight vertigo as the room began to move further away from him it seemed, in line with his growth. He didn't want the growth to stop, he was enraptured with it. There was only the thought of growing bigger, stronger, more powerful.

A healthy erection bobbed in front of Tark, turned on as he was by the pleasure he was feeling and the sheer spectacle of his own growth. It was time for this intimate part of his anatomy to join the growth spurt it seemed. His maleness began to surge forwards in size and girth, inch upon inch adding to his already large member. The black shaft began to rise upwards, becoming as thick across as a keg almost and sitting somewhere just over 4ft in length. Where 10 inches before had seemed big, even almost excessive, his new size made it seem pitifully small. Tark huffed as he felt his balls grow tighter as they expanded once more, pushing his ballsack outwards and downwards. Growing to the size of over inflated beachballs, they roiled under his skin, filled with cum, just waiting for release. His new junk looked oversized for his new huge body, yet somehow, Tark felt he pulled it off

Finally, the growth petered out once more. The glow from the pendant fading, it's presence forgotten by Tark as he revelled in his new body. He flexed and posed, muscles rippling like liquid steel off his hyenadia body, revelling in the power of his new form. He quickly surveyed his room - his head now brushing the high ceiling. The ruins of his chair - crushed at some stage he couldn't remember. The ripped clothing still lay on the floor, looking pitifully small now. He was going to have difficulty getting out of the room he mused. A deep booming chuckle escaped his expansive chest as he thought of the mental image.

Tark flexed once more, feeling the immense power within his new found form and smiled, he felt like he could do anything! He felt big, he felt powerful... he felt horny. His newly sized member still stood, demanding attention. A thought came to him, putting two and two together. "If I grew this big from just earlier... how big will I get if I do it again?". An evil, lust driven smile cracked the heavily muscled hyena's face as he reached for his throbbing titanic member once more. He licked his chops once more as he brought the colossal shaft up towards his face, feeling how it rubbed against his immense pecs . He'd got what he wished for, the day had finally gotten interesting...

To be continued?