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Howdy howdy! This is my first decently sized story that I’ve made. Preeeetty bare-bones and rough but I thought it was fun. Hope you enjoy it a bit!

"Gah, why is this so hard to latch together?"

Dylan mumbled to himself as he tried to put on his keyblade necklace. The small metal clasp poked into his thumb as he held it open. After a few 'ow's and 'ugh's he managed to get it right, a small imprint still on his thumb from the poking.

Spinning back around in his desk chair, he grabbed his phone and slid it into his Jean pockets, only for it to vibrate once it was in.

After a slight pause and momentary groan, he pulled it back out and clicked the power button to check what the notification was.

A text from his friend!

“Yo were waiting for u here man u better get here fast”

Dylan sighed after reading this, Jes ALWAYS got to places way before the planned time. Oh well, at least she doesn’t show up way after the planned times. Sometimes she was the only thing to remind Dylan of where he had to be...ok, most of the time. That wasn’t the point though! He had to get over to the convention center to meet his friend.

 Dylan stumbled a bit trying to get his shoes on, when he thought he should check his clothes first and headed for the bathroom mirror. He had a pair of average looking blue jeans on, but he recently bought a new shirt that he was going to wear to the con. Good excuse to flex his new fit, right? The shirt was white with long red sleeves, his keyblade necklace dangling in front of it. He was hoping he’d grow more, so he got a bigger shirt size too. Everything looked pretty good...save for the copious amount of cat hair on the shirt.

“Yeah, that’s a negative on that. Jeez, why does my cat have to have black fur. Why can’t she just shed outside or somethin..is that even how that works?” 

Dylan mumbled that last part, opening the drawer to grab the lint roller. After groping around the drawer for a few seconds, he found it at last, and peeled off the used sheet. He did his best to get every last bit of fur off of his new shirt. He was really trying to keep it nice and pristine...so much for that. His phone vibrated once again,and he ignored it until it kept vibrating. This time it was a phone call from Jes.

“Hey hey what’s u-” 

His sentence was cut off by a short coughing fit. Rubbing his throat, he cleared it and tried to continue the conversation.

“Man, I think I got some cat hair stuck in my throat. Anyway, what’s up? I’m just about to head out.”

“Oh! Sorry, I assumed that you still needed some convincing to get yourself outta bed hehe”

“Yeah, yeah...suuuuper funny. How could I just sit in bed when there’s a convention to go to??!”

Jes hung up after that. A bit abrupt, as usual. Grabbing the keys for his car, Dylan began to head out. Well, ok, it was his mom’s car still. He had just recently gotten his license to drive. Jes really wanted him to drive her, but Since he juuuust got the darn thing, he wasn’t allowed to have other minors in the car with him. 

Dylan headed down towards the convention center, the amount of funky hair colors and costumes started spiking as he got closer and closer. 

“Gotta love cosplayers, man. How do they even make those outfits?” 

Dylan wondered to himself as he pulled into what he hoped was free parking. 

Unfortunately, it was not. Dylan reluctantly brought up the cash to the little meter by his spot. These machines really have authority over us, don’t they? He then proceeded to cough his guts out.

“Hey hey, come on, man. This stupid cat hair has been stuck in my throat this whole time?” Dylan’s voice sounded scratchier and a bit lower than normal.

“Jeez that’s definitely a negative.” He moped.

Regaining his composure with a quick clearing of his throat, he made his way through the doors of the convention center, amazed at all the fans, cosplayers, and fans of cosplayers milling about inside. He made his way to the front and paid his way in, they slapped a stamp onto the back of his hand so he could access convention panels and such.

“Yo! Dylan! Over here!” Jes’ bright voice stuck out among the sound of light chatter and shuffling.

“ Hey hey! There ya’ are, Jes!” Dylan’s face lit up once he saw his friend walking towards him.

They began chatting as they made their way through the convention center, looking at the little brochure map multiple times to remember exactly where they were.

Dylan continuously would rub his throat and cough a bit, the “cat hair” never leaving. 

Entering the giant vendor’s hall, they made their rounds, looking at all the merch. Shirts, posters, little doo-dads, even some premade cosplays for people to buy. Jes wanted to go and get an autograph from a voice actor for her favorite show, and she made a point of reminding Dylan every few minutes so they wouldn’t forget. Once the time came for said autographs, they started heading their way out of the maze of merch, Dylan coughing all the while. Jes stopped abruptly to tie her shoes and left Dylan to either stand and watch her, or stand and look around. He opted to just look around.

Dylan noticed a booth that sold cosplay wigs, but there was no attendant to be seen. He had noticed all the mannequin heads with their multicolored and multi styled wigs atop them, but there were maybe 3 or 4 heads that were barren. Dylan laughed to himself a little.

“They’re bald!” Dylan exclaimed to nobody in particular,

“They’re...huh?” Jes overheard him and stood up, having just finished tying her shoe.

Dylan pointed at the wigs and simply repeated what he’d said.

“I mean, yeah I guess, probably just because they were bought or something.” She replied in a dry tone, notably losing a bit of her patience with Dylan’s coughing fits.

Once Jes got tired of hearing him cough everywhere, she took him over to the built in starbucks in the building. Dylan has never really gotten much here, and he asked Jes what she suggests. To his surprise, she doesn’t know anything about the stuff here either. Dylan always assumed she was the type of girl to get drinks here.

They both bought whatever cheap drink looked most interesting to them and then took a hearty swig of it once it arrived.

“I think that might have done the tRiCK-” Dylan croaked.

His voice was back to normal for a moment before it cracked. He hit his chest a few times and then tried again

“Man I thought it- WOAh what’s up with that??” Dylan’s voice was notably deeper. Not by a whole lot, but you could definitely tell. He held his throat for a few seconds before putting his hand back down after seeing that Jes was looking at him.

Jes looked at him suspiciously, talking in between sips of whatever drink she had ordered.

“What’s up with you now?” She had meant it more as a joke, but Dylan didn’t catch that.

“Sorry, sorry I was just...testing to see if it worked, y’know?” he ended that incredibly awkward sentence with an equally awkward laugh, Dylan still wondering why his voice was like that.

Was it the cat hair? Could cat hair even do something like that?? He was mulling through the possibilities. But...things like this didn’t just happen to people-in real life, at least.

He was surprised that Jes didn’t notice it, unless she actually did and she was just not bringing it up to make him feel better. There’s no way she DIDN’T notice how self conscious he was feeling about coughing left and right.

They returned to their drinks and made a few failed attempts at small talk, and once Dylan sucked up the last drops of his, a feeling washed over him almost instantly. He had to piss. REAL bad.

Dylan jolted up out of his seat and looked around frantically. Jes jumped a bit at the sudden action and was about to ask him what was up again when Dylan interrupted.

“I-I’m so sorry Jes, I…” Dylan stumbled back, hunching over a bit from trying not to piss himself. His hands hovered awkwardly in front of his crotch before he pulled them to his sides, realizing that this was not the place to be doing that.

Before Jes could even respond, let alone process the situation, Dylan did an about face and bolted towards the nearest bathroom. Turning a corner, he spotted the destination, but there was a huge line curving around the hall. About ready to burst, he pushed people out of his way to get to the nearest urinal, stall, whatever he could possibly get into first. One stall opened and someone else was about to head in but Dylan grasped their shoulder before they disappeared behind the door and pulled them back. He made it inside and slammed the stall door behind him, the man he had just denied was slapping the door, yelling at him.

Despite how bad he had to piss, Dylan took a moment and closed his eyes, apologizing under his breath so quietly that even he couldn’t hear it. 

“UUNNH!!” Dylan was pulled out of his head by a sudden jolt of pain in his crotch. His knees buckled and he tilted his head up. Shuffling forwards toward the toilet a bit, he frantically scratched at his pants, his shaky hands having a hard time catching onto the zipper. Finally he caught it right and unzipped. He pulled the waistband down and used his other hand to swiftly whip it out.

“W-what the…” Dylan gazed in horror at his member in front of him. He had always been a little small down there, not too bad but not too amazing either. This, however, was  much bigger than what he was used to. Suddenly he was looking at a 6 inch rod being cradled in his hand.

“The hell is going on…?” His breaths were heavy, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts once more by another jolt in his crotch. He shut his eyes hard as he doubled over. His nuts suddenly grew from the size of kumquats to the size of large eggs in an instant. The now much heavier balls dropped and slapped against the inside of his thighs. Without skipping a beat, his cock released all over the wall in front of him with his own spunk.

“GaaAAh!” Dylan fell forward and braced onto the wall, not paying any mind to his voice cracking and trickling down another few notes. He felt his cock quiver, and Dylan hesitantly glanced down at the member. Right before his eyes, it propped up slightly, before lengthening and growing thicker, an intoxicating feeling of pleasure overtaking his mind. Now drooping down slightly due to its own weight, his cock remained still. Dylan snapped out of his momentary reverie and reached his hand down to grasp his meat, almost scared at how long and thick it was now. He had to guess it was maybe a solid foot long, maybe more. As he held himself for a bit, a subtle warmth spread throughout his body, like warm honey coating him. 

Dylan brought his hand back up to the wall to let himself calm down and breathe, but he then noticed his hands. Resting against the wall were big, burly, hairy hands that had no place on his thin arms. Giant sausage-like fingers connected to his brawny palm with large knuckles. As soon as he made this realization, his forearms began to pulsate and lengthen. Soft pops and cracks filled the air as his arms became longer and longer. Dylan balled his new fists against the tiled bathroom wall and turned his head to the door behind him. 

People have been rapping on the small stall door this whole time, and Dylan had tuned it out due to these transformations. Now more anxious and scared than ever, he darted his head back around and saw hair crawling up his arms before they began to bloat.  Stick thin arms started to look more like hairy bowling pins, many small veins snaking up towards his upper arms.Dylan’s biceps gurgled as they began to inflate like a balloon, soon becoming as solid and large as watermelons.

All Dylan could do here was watch as his arms morph into gigantic instruments of strength and groan. He saw those same veins take a stroll up his biceps, but this time they were thick as power cords, and he inadvertently flexed them in shock. This action made his triceps blow out on the backs of his arms, making the sheer size of his arms unbelievable.

“Haahh...haahhh…” Dylan was breathless, but this growth did not stop. He leaned towards the wall and shut his eyes, not wanting to look anymore. Despite trying to block out the transformation, the tickling sensation of hair growing on his shoulders came and went before his deltoids blew out of his t shirt, cat hair flinging into the air. Guess he couldn’t get all of it off with that lint roller.

The straw was being twirled in the cup, making the liquid inside spin around. Jes sighed as she stood up from her seat and went to throw the cup away.

“He sure is taking his sweet time in there.” Jes murmured to herself. “I’ll just go back to the vendor’s hall for now. He can text me when he’s all done in there.”

Jes checked her phone as she tottered on her heels, noticing that it’s only been about 3 minutes since he made it into the bathroom. Must’ve been the longest piss ever...or maybe it just didn’t agree with his stomach, she reasoned. Walking up to the entrance of the vendor’s hall, she raised her wrist to the employee showing that she was an attendee, and was let inside.

“This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening,” Dylan’s head was pressed against the wall looking down, if his eyes were open he would have had quite the view of his massive rod and bull balls down below. His back muscles tensed up a bit, Dylan taking a sharp breath in preparation for the worst, and his shoulders began extending towards the walls in bursts. This was the cue for his back muscles to start up, wide lats shooting out under his arms, back rounding out like a turtle shell. His traps puffed up immensely, pulling his neck out and giving him a stout tree trunk connecting his head to his body. The keyblade necklace he had put on that morning snapped off, his neck put too much strain on it.

Within just a few seconds, his chest puffed up, the ribcage expanding, and his shoulders shot out once more to even wider proportions. Dylan was beginning to fill up the small stall with his mass, shoulders hitting against the walls no matter what he did. There was a pressure in his spine as he gained height at an incredible rate. Growing a solid foot, Dylan lifted up his head towards the ceiling, and he could now see over the stall doors, briefly noticing the same crowds in his peripheral vision.

“Oooooohhh….” A low, rough rumble escaped his lips, his voice as deep and gritty as one could get. Down below, he tilted his hips forward as the pelvis snapped and readjusted for a much wider waist.

Everything felt so thick to him. All of his body was covered in such big muscles, he could barely grasp onto what was happening anymore. It felt so wrong, this body felt so wrong, but...did it really? Was this wrong? What was right??  What was his name? Dylan let out a gruff grunt, trying his best to get his thoughts under control.

“My...m’ name…” Dylman relished the sound of his own voice. His shoes began to creak, before bursting open due to the large feet he now had. His butt went from being as flat as a plank to something akin to a couch cushion, the size of it shaking growth into his thighs and calves, which were starting to look like redwood trunks.

“I know who I ahm,” Dalmon’s voice filled the stall with its rumblings, followed by another grunt as his chest puffed out. 2 mounds began to grow on his chest, and grow they did. Dalmon’s pecs were rounding out, starting to resemble bowling balls themselves. He started slowly bouncing his enormous muscle tits and growling, his small tic tac nipples being replaced by 2 thick corks. 

Bristly hair grew out all over his burly chest, and moved down towards his stomach, which gurgled as a 6 pack grew out over it. The sight didn’t last long though, as Dalmon felt pressure building up behind said abs, before bursting out into a major gut before him. All the new size  excited him, and boned him up again, snaking up against the underside of his rotund stomach.

Standing 6’6 and now squished between the space in the stall, Dalmon was a large man with the head of a child. He was thinking hard about why he was there in the first place, and reached up to scratch his head.

Dalmon’s hair had more give than what he expected. He grunted before slowly and carefully grasping onto his hair and simply pulling it right off his head.He held what used to be his hair in front of him, head now as bald as Mr. Clean.

“Thats...thats…” Finally, like a beam of light in the darkness, Dalmon gained a sense of clarity of his surroundings.

“Ah know who ahm. Ah ain’t no dense fucker who can’t eve-yn 'member his own damn name.  Mah name is Damon!” Damon exclaimed this to himself, but prompted the people still waiting outside to respond.

“I don’t care what your name is! You took my spot in line and now everybody is waiting on you! Get the hell out of there!!” the man was clearly fuming from having his spot in line usurped from him like that, but Damon didn’t care.

Damon needed to take a break from the vendor’s hall. Yes, that’s right. He runs the wig stand at this convention. He needed to clean this one in particular because he had forgotten to do so beforehand.

Damon began to turn around, which was a struggle given his mass. Reaching for the stall door, he realized that he was butt naked. He glanced over the stall doors, which required nothing more than a turn of the head at his height, at the crowds waiting for him to leave. Out of nowhere, Damon began to get a migraine. He growled a bit before grasping his head with his paw. Unbeknownst to him,the ripped fabric began to swirl in the air, forming new clothes for him. Leather boots adorned his new feet, which led into thick blue Levi jeans which were heavily strained by his ass, legs, and bulge. A simple grey t-shirt donned his magnificent form, and an apron flowed down the front of his body, the strings tying themselves behind the small of his back.

This all happened bottom to top, and once it reached his neck, Damon’s head finally began to feel the effects. The small boyish jaw cracked to the side before reforming as a giant wide slab, the rest of his head expanding to match his stout neck. Cheekbones and brow snapped outwards, and his small nose grew into a solid, masculine one with a ridge in the middle, making it dip downwards slightly. Teeth rearranged perfectly as his lips thinned and mouth widened, creases appearing beside his mouth, eyes, and forehead. Damon moved his mitt to rub his new jaw, and found it rough and gritty like sandpaper. Above his mouth grew a large bushy mustache that reached just past his lip.

Damon opened the stall door and looked down upon the man that was criticising him as he eased his way out. The man wasn’t short, but compared to Damon he only reached about chest height. He eyed him and the rest of the crowd, who stared back at this immense man who was wildly different from the boy that entered not so long ago. The feeling of power satisfied Damon, his cock hardening and snaking down his left thigh. He was a man with a dominating presence, because of his stature, and also his experience.

Dylan didn’t have the experience he was thinking about, but Damon did. The folds on Damon’s face got heavier, skin became thicker and more weatherbeaten. silver strands of hair were speckled around his body, making sweet accentuations to his dark brown body hair. As everyone eyed him, Damon’s chest raised and lowered with each of his deep breaths. The awkward silence filled the room.

“Ah would appreciate it ifin' ya moved so ah can finish uhp mah business” His booming voice sliced through the atmosphere, and everyone started fidgeting around like they were beforehand. The man in front of Damon was too shocked to move, so Damon slapped his large mitt onto his shoulder and moved him aside. Once Damon could pass, he made a sly smile at the man and patted his back. Damon has been gone too long from his booth. Making his way back into the vendor’s hall, he raised his mighty arm to show the stamp on his hand, and then proceeded towards his booth. There he saw a young girl looking around at the wigs he had on display.

“Howdy thair young lady, how can ah help ya today?” Damon eased his mass into the small metal chair that was given to him at the start of the con. With how much the chair creaked under his weight, it's a miracle that i didn’t collapse.

Jes was shocked to see such a large man working at something like a wig booth. The air around him smelt of pine trees.

“O-oh yeah! Yeah, no I was just- I was just looking around. I was waiting for someone but I think he left early so I’m just here now y’know?” Her nervousness was apparent in her voice, but Damon didn’t want to frighten her at all, even if he happened to scare quite a few people away.

“Hey Hey alraahyt ah git it.” Damon gave a hearty chuckle, “Well look for as long as ya’ld like, no pressure at alll young miss. Didn’t mean t' scare ya, I swear. So ya think ya were ditched by that partner awf yours? Well that dudn make a convention too fun now does it? I’m here all day so ya can always come here eend chat with ole damon ifin' ya’d like!”

“Oh! Well, thank you for the offer! I still have some money left over so I’ll probably just walk around some more. I’ll make sure to stop by before I leave, though!.” Jes found this man oddly familiar, though she didn’t understand why. She had never met this man, or anyone like this man either.” she turned away, and with a quick wave goodbye, she walked off deeper into the convention halls, glancing back at the giant man at the wig stand one last time.

He said "hey hey", didn't he?