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Nat opened the door to check if the mail had arrived and was surprised to see a package sitting on the doorstep. The human picked it up and looked over it. "I didn't order anything..." He muttered as he read the return address. It was shipped from somewhere all the way in Kanto. And the address was definitely his, with his name spelled correctly and everything.

The brunet adjusted his glasses with his leather watchstrap while still holding the box in both hands, before he took it back inside and closed the door. Nat carried the cardboard box into his bedroom and opened a pair of scissors to cut the tape and get the package open.

Beneath the flaps was a sheet of egg foam packing material, which he pulled up and away. There, resting in a divot in the paired egg foam, was a very large gemstone, looking like an orange opal. "A... a fire stone?" He spoke his disbelief to the silence of his bedroom.

As Nat stared over it, he felt the urge to lift it towards his light and look into it. He grasped the gem, broader than his palm and mostly flat and smooth, like a skipping stone would be. The underside of a ceiling fan in the bedroom housed the main overhead light. With the height of the ceiling, the light fixture was about seven feet from the floor, easily avoided by the average sized human. He used his left hand to tug the chain to turn on the light and held the stone between his eyes and one of the light bulbs.

The human smiled, turning the stone slowly in the light as it cast orange stripes across his face. He was so enthralled with this that he didn't notice that tip of his nose was growing darker in coloration. At the same time, the roots of his brown hair were lightening, spreading the change in a wave from his scalp. His brow was starting to grow more of this tan hair, and along the bridge of his nose. As his eyes unfocused behind his glasses, the irises shifted to a golden color.

Where he'd shaved to keep his stubble in check more of that tan fuzz was surging forth, covering his lower face apart from his nose's tip, which now glistened black in the orange light. A small patch of skin was left between his cheeks and brow, which framed his eyes and went back to his ears. It was almost as if the glasses had blocked the change. But then on that bare skin vibrant orange fuzz surged into being, swooping from his tear ducts, down, and up over his increasingly pointed ears.

His T-shirt was starting to bush up with a volume of tan fluff supplanting his body hair and growing thicker with every moment. From beneath his sleeves the shorter orange hairs swept down his bare arms, interrupted only with darker stripes appearing above the elbow and along the forearm. As the spreading softness wrapped up his wrist and along the backs of his fingers, Nat blinked in surprise and turned bodily away from the light to let it cast over his arms.

His fingernails grew darker and pointed, the cuticle getting buried in the fur covering the back of each digit. He looked over his arm, tracing it back to his sleeve, and then crossed his eyes to see that where once had been a perfectly human nose was a snout, covered in tan fur. He started, instinctually trying to back away from the large thing filling the lower portion of his vision.

Nat nearly overbalanced, bumping back into his desk. After looking back at it in surprise, his eyes were drawn to the orange fur with dark stripes along his slender arm. He adjusted his glasses with the heel of his hand still clutching the stone. Once he was sure they wouldn't slip off the new shape of the bridge of his nose, he turned his attention to his snout. He brought his free hand up to his face to feel the muzzle and gasped as he saw the paw pads that had replaced his palm and fingerprints.

As he stood away from his desk, he felt an odd tension growing in his spine. The seat of his jeans was feeling more and more taut. Then the surged seam there split with a sudden ripping noise. It was accompanied by a powerful release of tension the built that made him want to sigh in relief. Instead, he was focused on what had just burst forth from his rear.

He twisted to look around the opposite shoulder he had before, craning to peek over his new muzzle. It took him a little bit, thoughtlessly rotating to try to see that bit further, before the tan appendage came into view. A distinctly canine tail. He stared. A smile came over his muzzle and the new limb began to wag back and forth. It was only about a foot long, but it was still a tail! His tail...

Nat paused, and thought over the traits he had gained, putting them together in his mind. He gasped. "I'm... an arcanine?" He looked at the fire stone still clutched in his clawed fingers. "These are supposed to only do this to growlithes though..." As the former human thought about this, he raised the stone back up to the light, and sighed.

This time when the stone's casting of light on his body began to change things, he noticed. Easy to do so when the first thing to change was that his hands were turning into large, powerful paws. The fingers crowded against one another, obscuring more and more of the giant gem. He raised his other hand and saw it was happening there too, and not just his fingers. His paws were swelling to twice the size his hands had been, with the palm pad broader than his whole palm had been as a human!

Nat had a strange feeling of vertigo as a surge of energy lanced from the stone in his palm right to his spine and down the length of his tail. He thought he was seeing things for a moment. The floor was getting further away. This wasn't just an optical illusion, however. Looking straight forward, he could see his eye level starting to creep its way up.

He looked back down to the fire stone, only to find it was missing! No stone to be seen, just his pads emerging from the fur and his dark claw tips. However, this drew his attention to his arms. His forearms were starting to swell as well, the flesh beneath the new fur visibly gaining muscle definition.

Nat stared in disbelief as this continued up into the cuffs of both of his short sleeves, which were losing the clearance they had on each of his biceps at a rapid pace. As he turned to look from one arm to the other, the fabric grew taut around each new swell of muscle. He could feel the straining hem at the end of each sleeve digging in around the increasing circumference, and his triceps just adding to the tension with their enhanced volume.

It was about this point that Nat realized... if his hands had become such large paws.... As he thought that, he felt the tension growing around his toes. He looked down over his body to see the form of his sneakers straining, the mesh taut. It was so tight that he could make out the individual toes as they continued to swell.

The left shoe burst first, what had been his big toe jutting out all at once. The dark claw at the tip jutted forth from orange fur. As he wiggled it in awe, a tearing sound announced the other toes breaking free. Nat sighed in relief from the tension, and stomped his other foot. All at once the right shoe burst out to reveal that fully formed foot paw. He saw his sneakers in tatters, framing a pair of large, orange foot paws.

At the bottom of his vision, Nat could see his jeans gradually growing taut as the legs inside swelled, and the encircled lightning bolt logo on the center of his chest began to deform as tee shirt grew tighter across what must have been growing pectorals.

Looking from his swelling chest back down to his legs, Nat saw the hems of his jeans starting to cover less of his ankles, clinging to his swelling calves like capris. Arching a bit further around, his jaw pressing into his new bodybuilder chest trapped in the taut fabric, he saw that the bottom hem of the white garment was no longer draping over his belt, leaving more and more of his tan belly fur exposed with every moment.

As he thought about his stomach, he felt the muscles there tense, like he was doing crunches. Nat watched, clearly able to tell the average flat stomach was gaining definition, even through the heavy fur. Before his very eyes abs materialized where they'd never been visible.

His fluffy head bonked right into the light fixture, sending the ceiling fan swinging. He flicked one of his canine ears and peered over his shoulder. The light was nearly eye level... and then it was eye level... and then it was below eye level. No wonder his clothes were fitting so poorly, that light fixture was seven feet off the floor!

Nat took a step away from the light fixture after a few more moments of tracking his growth by it and reached out with his right hand to steady the fan by touching one of the blades. He dropped his upper arms to his sides, feeling the new muscle groups crowding for space between his lats and triceps, while the tension at the seams of his shirt grew properly uncomfortable. He closed his hand that had formerly held the fire stone, and that mere flex sent the hem of his sleeve snapping, the seam on the underside splitting right open.

The former human inhaled sharply at the sudden release of tension, which caused his chest to swell. The seams on either side of the shirt creaked audibly. Purposefully, Nat flexed his other powerful arm, feeling the sleeve on that side give way fully, becoming a bit of fabric tenuously attached to his shirt at the shoulder. The shirt itself was just barely holding on, the bottom hem just barely draped off the underside of his beautiful broad chest. The frayed openings where the sleeves had once been were taut, revealing a good deal of each pectoral on either side.

He carefully tried to his leather watchstrap as he felt it was straining as well. Before his eyes, the taut hide was visibly restricting the growth within it from matching the rest of his arm's expansion. He fumbled with the strap with his large fingers, unable to get a proper grip. As the strap creaked in protest, he subconsciously tensed up. His watch strap ripped apart, sending his watch toppling to the floor beside his ruined shoes.

It was then that he heard an encore performance of straining leather. Nat's eyes widened as he felt the tension growing just at his pelvis as the taut obliques swelled between his hip and waist. It wasn't long before the belt in its loops on his jeans snapped. The surged seams of the denim trousers popped in surrender to the broadening dimensions of his thighs, the bottom hem hardly covering below the knee anymore. In the back the part already created by his tail surging into being was getting torn wider and wider as his hips and glutes gained muscle.

Admiring the beautiful form he was gaining distracted him from the other part of his body that was growing. His tail was making wider and wider arcs as it grew longer and fluffier, starting to audibly swoosh as it neared the desk behind the former human.

Then Nat felt something hit a part of his body he didn't quite recognize. He turned to look over his increasingly bulky shoulder and gasped. The lego set he'd worked so hard on had been toppled from the desk by his big bushy tail. No time to think if he wanted to save it from destruction!

Twisting around and lunging destroyed the last of his clothes. His shirt tore right down the center of his back as the last seams of his jeans ripped apart, causing the tatters to be left in his wake as he dove to save the model. Behind him he could feel something else hit his tail, the feeling of the new appendage now fully mapped in his mind. The impact sensation was followed by the bedroom door slamming. He reached out with both paws and grasped, bringing them together on the model building just before it could strike the ground. And his paws kept moving together, the whole assortment of plastic pieces crumbling.

Nat whiiiined in a decidedly canine fashion, kneeling for a moment over the pile of individual legos. His glasses had fallen off in the lunge, one temple looking like it had snapped from being bent the wrong way. He sighed a bit. "Well... I can always rebui..." He trailed off, blushing a little. His voice was so much deeper now! He had to look in a mirror. He stood up and perked as his ears brushed against the ceiling. He pivoted to face the door and grasped the doorknob.

With a squeeze and a twist he crushed the knob instead of turning it, ripping it right out of the wooden door. He stared down at the scrunched up metal in his paw, and his cheeks flushed. Was he really that strong now? He tossed the destroyed knob aside and stood fully upright. His head properly bumped the ceiling and he turned his eyes up to the painted drywall resting against his skull with a low growl.

Nat stooped and put a finger through the hole in his door, using that to carefully pull it open. At the end of the hallway was a full length mirror. He had to duck to get his head under the doorframe and grunted as his broad shoulders got stuck for a moment. He twisted to slip through and stood upright again, facing the mirror at the end of the hallway. A bulky furry mass was shown there, but the details were hard to make out. He used the tip of one claw to lightly poke the light switch, and the overhead light came on.

At first he squinted at it, since it was between himself and the mirror. He placed one paw against the ceiling to shield his eyes from the bulb and gasped.

In the mirror he saw an enormous arcanine, a beautiful specimen covered in tan and orange fur. On his arms and legs were darker stripes, and his four paws were tipped with dark claws. But what had taken him aback was through the soft fluff, he could see the powerful musculature covering every inch of his body. What had once been a fairly slender human being was a powerhouse of potent Pokémon.

Nat grinned, raising his free arm to flex and watch his bicep ripple the stripe atop the muscle group. He twisted and brought his arm down into a traditional bodybuilder's pose, looking over the triceps as well. His tail began to wag, the fluffy appendage thudding the wall hard enough to make the picture frames all along the hallway rattle. The arcanine didn't care though, extending a leg and flexing his thigh and calf.

"Wait 'till the guys get a load of me." He growled smugly in his new rich baritone. He twisted, clutching his immense hand paws together in another traditional pose up against his side, flexing. His eyes widened. He had friends who were coming over soon and he had quite abruptly realized he was naked. He ducked his head to slip back into his room, opening up the closet.

"Guh, do I even have anything that'll fit..." He strained and ripped a couple shirts just from grabbing them off the hangers with his powerful grip. He growled in frustration, and shoved shirts aside. He remembered the largest thing he had was a big old hoodie that he'd bought because swimming in a big jacket is cozy sometimes. When Nat pressed it up against his chest, it barely reached across his v-shaped torso when pressed flat. He'd certainly stretch it out trying to wear it. And he was sure he didn't have any pants that would fit.

Tossing the hoodie on the bed he reached to pick up the phone he'd left on his desk. The flat device that he'd had trouble wrapping his thumb across before now was easily palmed in his big new mitts. He tapped at the screen to try to enter his pin, but his broad paw pads registered as two or three numbers at once each time he pressed down. Nat growled, shifting his grip to hold it between his thumb and first digit, bracing its back along the rest of his knuckles. He raised his other claw and jabbed down firmly, trying to hit only one number. The claw struck hard enough to send cracks spiderwebbing across the screen.

The doorbell rang. Nat looked up. This might be a problem.