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The thin walls of his tent did little to keep out the cold, yet ice and snow never bothered a Typhlosion. Perhaps that’s why he found solace in setting up his home among the snow-smothered pines. It didn’t do any favors for Rachel as she was already sore and freezing from the trek, and worse yet the assaulting stench of Digaro’s brew threw her off balance as she entered, causing her to stumble loudly over a nearby set of clay pots.\n\nThe Typhlosion froze, looking up and locking eyes with his new guest.\n\n“Oh! Uh, good evening, sir. I’m Rachel from the-”\n\n“Yes, yes, I know you’re from the guild,” Digaro said as he went back to stirring his cauldron. “They already informed me of the tragic truth that they’d be sending me a girl, and a human, no less. You’d think being close friends with the guildmaster would grant me some connections, but I see that is clearly not the case.”\n\n“W-well, sir, with all due respect, I am one of the top ranking mercenaries in the guild and-”\n\n“Oh, really?” Digaro asked, adjusting his glasses as he sized the girl up. “I suppose your short stature, weak frame, and the fact that you’re shaking like a leaf is meant to drive fear into even the meanest predator?”\n\n“H-hey now that isn’t fair t-”\n\n“Please, save the excuses. I only mean to point out the obvious so we both know where we stand. Time is of the essence and I must depart on my journey in the morning, though I very well can’t go without a bodyguard. However, in your current state, you simply will not cut it. I don’t doubt your knowledge or experience, only your evident physical capabilities. Thankfully, they can be augmented.”\n\nBefore Rachel could question that, Digaro scooped some crimson dust from a nearby crucible and sprinkled it into his mixture. The ingredient shot up a plume of thick red smoke that spilled across the floor like a fog. As the smoke crept along the floor and swallowed Rachel’s ankles, she could spot dark trails of black swirling like eyes among the red clouds. The more she stared, the more she felt drawn to the smoke. Drawn to the now enticing aroma filling her nostrils. Drawn to the power emanating from Digaro’s cauldron.\n\nDigaro clapped his paws together. “Hey! Don’t go getting lightheaded, now. You’ll need to be completely alert for your test.”\n\nRachel rubbed her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. “A test?”\n\n“Indeed,” Digaro said, plunging a bottle into his cauldron. After a moment, he pulled the filled vessel out and wiped off the excess goop. All the while, Rachel could not take her eyes off of the bottle. “The test is simple: if you drink this and live, you pass.”\n\n“...And what exactly am I going to be drinking?”\n\nThe Typhlosion came around from his cauldron and pressed the warm potion into Rachel’s hands. “Consider it like a ‘performance enhancer’,” Digaro chuckled. “If this works, you’ll become big and strong like me.”\n\nLike him? Like Digaro? Would that mean…becoming just like him? Or something more? She looked back up at the Typhlosion towering over her. She hadn’t realized just how tall and sturdy the Pokemon was, but now up close, Rachel could clearly see she was out of her element here. How could she hope to protect her client when she was so dwarfed by his size? And now, so close to Digaro, the scent of his thick musk mixed in with the smell of the potion, and Rachel’s mind began to tell her that she desired both. She wanted the potion, for the potion led to the body she craved. And yet, would there be any going back after this? Would she even want to go back?\n\nRachel found it hard to weigh the odds. The scent of the potion overwhelmed her. The bottle was so close to her mouth now. If she wanted power, all she needed to do was drink a simple potion.\n\nThe answer was clear. In one clean gulp, the human girl downed the entire potion.\n\nDigaro gave an approving nod. “Goes down smooth, huh? Now, relax while the potion takes effect and- Hey! Be careful with that!”\n\nRachel couldn’t hear him. As she stumbled back and felt her knees grow weak, she haphazardly tossed the bottle somewhere beneath the red smoke. A nearby shelf barely caught her fall as she slumped against it. Breathing became a chore as her mind raced. Her eyes felt hot. With every blink, the world around Rachel became tinted crimson, yet it didn’t seem to impede her vision. In fact, in the brief moments of clarity she could find reprieve from the reeling motions of her body reacting to the potion, Rachel noticed just how crisp her vision was now. How much she could see. How well she could hear. Even the sound of her own racing heartbeat couldn’t escape her. \n\nThose sensory changes elevating themselves well beyond human capabilities were certainly the most noticeable to the girl, but that just left the new formations of her body to continue on unnoticed. That is, until her hearing picked up the odd sound of new hair shooting up from under her skin. Using what little energy she had, she pulled her chin into her chest, staring down with wide eyes at the red and white fur now covering her hands and wrists. Not just normal fur, but thick coats of it bundling her new body up in its natural warmth. It puffed up the sleeves of her jacket, pressing against the material like the fur was trying to escape. All sense of feeling cold left her in seconds. Every inch of her human skin now bore her wonderful and lustrous new fur.\n\nFrom that fur came new muscle. In seconds, Rachel’s arms and legs bulged and pulsed with a crazy boost to their muscle mass. As her muscles continued to burst and expand, her old human rags were torn apart like wrapping paper. With all her fur, though, Rachel knew she had no need for clothing. Her body was protected enough from the elements, and she wondered, with how big she was getting, if anything could harm her now. \n\nWith the new warmth came new energy. Rachel’s breathing calmed down, yet with each breath she gave, her voice seemed to change with it. Not just that, but the accompanying little spurts and sprouting of new sharp teeth growing in her mouth. No longer a mouth, either, but a snout and maw now growing little by little to accommodate each new canine tooth her body required. A new wave of fluffy hair slithered up Rachel’s neck as it went over her top and back down over the center of her face. Her eyes darted in every direction as she tried to find a mirror, but all she had to go off of to see the progress of her transformation was the enraptured grin Digaro wore. \n\n“Yes…yes! It’s working! Your body is taking it well. However…one important change remains,” Digaro said, his voice trailing off as his eyes drifted down Rachel’s body.\n\nRachel followed his gaze. In her collapsed position, she had a prime viewing area of anything below her waist. From the incredible set of abs she had been bestowed, her chest followed suit: where she once had a passable set of boobs, now she presented a pair of thick pecs. And down further, between her legs, the last scrap of her femininity was slowly being corrected. Rachel grit her teeth and snarled as she felt something begin to slither of her. Like a man pulling out of her, but less detached. More like a new part of her body was finally being released. It just needed a little force to fully emerge, and Rachel was proud to oblige. \n\nShe clenched her eyes in focus. Then, in one primal moment, she exerted all her force onto her crowning cock. On the command, her new knot burst from inside her body and to full attention. It had long since absorbed her old pussy into its massive girth, the size of which even surprised the wide-eyed Digaro. Rachel’s mouth fell open in a pleasure filled haze as she watched her massive cock bob up and down on command. Not exactly prehensile as she would have hopped, but she’d make it work. She couldn’t even get an accurate estimation on how big her throbbing cock was, but she knew it was bigger than any man or monster she'd ever seen. \n\nRachel could feel the forces in her body beginning to relax. As she could breathe a little easier now, she dared to move her body. Just a bit at the start: seeing the expected result of her hands becoming massive thick paws and her feet a matching pair of the same. She clinked her claws together, noticing just how sharp they were. Then it occurred to her: Digaro said she’d turn into something like him, but it was clear to Rachel that she had gone beyond those expectations. As she took stock of her body once more, she realized what she had become. \n\nA Lycanroc. And because of the time, she was in the midnight form. \n\nNow fully completed and reinvigorated, the new Lycanroc stood up and let out a triumphant howl. The entirety of the forest rattled in the wake of the Lycanroc’s voice, yet none were more surprised by it than Rachel. How deep it now sounded. Unmistakably a male Lycanroc’s mighty howl. Suddenly, the changes from before all began to make sense. And what Figaro had said before…about becoming “big and strong like him”. How she was now he. \n\nAt the acknowledgment of that, the Lycanroc’s name was replaced as well, for what self respecting monolith of musk and muscle would be called “Rachel”? In that moment, all memory of being called “Rachel” was erased and replaced with a new name: Rioma.\n\nRioma put a claw to his chest, running it along his fur as he reveled in the sound of his breathing. Like a predator on the prowl. And now, as he realized he was standing at his full height, he looked around for a moment, trying to locate Digaro. \n\n“Yes! Splendid! You really are the perfect candidate! Perfect in every sense of the word! Perhaps the guildmaster wasn’t holding out on me after all~”\n\nThe Lycanroc didn’t see anyone. That is, until he looked down to see a Typhlosion at about his shoulder height cheering to himself and standing so close. Rioma’s eyes widened. Was that…Digaro? That puny thing barely bigger than a Cyndaquil? Rioma wondered just how small his old human self must have been, but he couldn’t remember. Whenever he thought of that body, the flooding thoughts of his new perfect Lycanroc form running for miles on the frozen plains or how he could rip through a tree with one slash filled his mind and told him who he really was. Rioma. Male. Lycanroc. Eager to demonstrate strength.\n\nWith just one step towards Digaro, Rioma shook the whole tent. The Typhlosion took a cautious step back, still chuckling to himself as he could feel the situation turn.\n\n“Hehe, well, I am quite happy to see that my potion did such a good job in bringing out your true self, Rach-”\n\n“Rioma.”\n\n“W-what?”\n\n“My name is Rioma,” the Lycanroc said in a low voice. \n\n“Oh! Yes, of course. Now, the potion should last you about twenty-four hours, but I’ll have plenty of it in supply if you need more.”\n\nRioma snarled. Trails of steam escaped his jowls as he stared down the Typhlosion. “Good.”\n\n“Yes! Quite good. Though, would you mind taking a tiny step back? Your, erm, manhood is taking up a lot of room.”\n\n“…Can’t help it,” the Lycanroc said.\n\nThe Typhlosion swallowed. “Ah, right. You must not be used to your body, yet. P-perhaps…I could help you with that?”\n\nDigaro inched closer. Close enough now to where the scent of Rioma’s musk struck him like an arrow to the head. How much the Lycanroc’s carnal aroma invaded Digaro’s nose and body and drove the potion maker mad with desire. He could not fathom the idea of this reversal, yet his body was already on board.\n\n“Yes….you can,” said Rioma.\n\n“Oh, good! How would you like me to-“\n\n“On all fours. Now.”\n\nDigaro just nodded as he took off his glasses and got down into position. No protest at all, much to Rioma’s satisfaction. A tiny smirk formed on the Lycanroc’s lips as he got down on his knees, priming his cock in front of the hungry Typhlosion. Rioma pondered just how many humans Digaro had done this too. How many had turned out bigger than him? How many ended up enjoying it so damn much? Rumors only spoke of the bad outcomes and the unhappy recipients, yet Rioma couldn’t have been further from that. He wanted to be this way, now. He wanted to have this massive cock to stroke, and best of all, he wanted to feed his cock to the greedy monster who made him this way.\n\nRioma let out a moan as he ran his paws down his knot. So lost in his own pleasure, Rioma nearly forgot he had an audience. \n\n“You like what you see?” He asked his submissive Typhlosion.\n\n“Y-yes…you look so amazing…”\n\n“I know,” Rioma chuckled. “Now, open your maw.”\n\nThe Lycanroc hardly waited for an invitation. Rioma pressed the head of his knot up to Digaro’s lips, finding out it would be a tight fit. With just how girthy his knot was, Rioma was uncertain just how much he could fit into his little scientist, but Digaro wasn’t backing down. He swallowed a fair bit more than Rioma expected, and even a bit more after that. No gagging at all. Pure skill and experience as Digaro worked over the cock flooding his mouth. He ran his tongue along the Lycanroc knot, tasting every delicious bit of Rioma’s musk and becoming enraptured by it. \n\nRioma kept a firm paw gripped around Digaro’s skull, making sure the good boy stayed on track. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth with such joy as he felt the wondrous new sensation of having his cock sucked. Even his stubby tail began to wag behind him as he stuffed his Typhlosion toy with more of his knot.\n\nHowever, with Digaro’s experience, the cheeky Typhlosion knew just what nerves in a distracted monster’s cock to exploit. Digaro let his experience and promiscuity guide his tongue towards the left side of Rioma’s knot, searching for a certain pressure point. After a couple moments of pressing the tip of his tongue into the beating cock, Digaro found what he was looking for. \n\nThe announcement of such a successful search came from the utter deluge of cum firing from Rioma and deep into Digaro’s throat. Such a rush even took Rioma by surprise as he placed his other paw on Digaro’s head and let out another roar. No human could have survived an orgasm of this magnitude, and Rioma barely hung on himself. The stream of hot seed escaping his body and flooding his toy made him wonder how the Typhlosion could take it all. Certainly, he had no idea how his body was producing so much cum, but it shot out of him load after load all the same. All he knew was that he craved for more. He wanted to cum more into Digaro.\n\nAs the Lycanroc pulled himself out, he took solace in the fact that he was still hard as a rock. He stared down his snout at the Typhlosion, eyeing Digaro’s now distended belly, no doubt full of the Lycanroc’s seed. Still, something felt odd to Rioma.\n\n“You…did something…” \n\n“Oh, not at all,” Digaro replied, staring up at the Lycanroc. “I’m just good about getting you monstrous boys to cum for me.”\n\n“Tch, sure,” Rioma scoffed. “But that was…too quick.”\n\nDigaro’s eyes widened. “Y-you want to go again? I don’t know if my mouth can take tha-“\n\n“Then turn around,” the Lycanroc snarled. “Same position.”\n\nThe Typhlosion could tell he had struck a nerve with that last move. Apparently his Lycanroc lover took his time seriously, and he seemed to be in no joking mood. Just a primal beast looking to get its rocks off by any means necessary. And right now, Rioma had his sights set on Digaro’s ass. \n\nAgain, Digaro complied without a word. He knew what buttons to push and also when to back down completely and let the beast do his thing. The Typhlosion got down on all fours again, but Rioma grabbed his thick hind leg and pulled him in closer. His body moved on its own, now. Ancient coding and programming kicked off their basic functions as Rioma eyed that hole beneath Digaro’s top coat of black fur. He readied himself, pressing his tip to Digaro’s entrance and he mounted the Typhlosion. Much to Rioma’s pleasure, his body completely eclipsed Digaro’s.\n\n“I-if you can, just be a bit gentleeeeEYAaahhh…”\n\nWith the Typhlosion’s back legs already spread out, Rioma spread them even wider, stealing all sound from Digaro. The mischievous Typhlosion found himself completely shut up and stuffed as the Lycanroc behind him slid his knot so deep into him. He frantically tried to look behind him just to get a glimpse of how his body was taking it, but Digaro found himself caught; with his head turned, it was just within reach of Rioma, who obliged his Typhlosion toy with a passionate kiss. A final scrap of his humanity manifested itself in that show of affection, but neither of the two lovers minded as their tongues danced in each others’ maws. \n\n“Ahh, fuck, yes…keep going...” \n\nDigaro’s pitiful moans into his dom’s mouth were lost to Rioma. He’d fuck his toy silly no matter what, but he did enjoy hearing the Typhlosion beg for his cock. To call out to him and beg Rioma for all that his dick could give him was Digaro’s role in all this. As his toes curled up and his stubby tail flared up along Rioma’s stomach, Digaro knew he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from all of this. There would be no doubts about how much of an insatiable creature Rioma was. \n\nAll the while, Rioma stayed silent save for a few grunts. Sometimes pulling at Digaro’s fur, sometimes biting his ear, but all to Digaro’s masochistic pleasure. Soon, though, Rioma began to feel his cock shake from inside his Typhlosion. He hardly noticed how close he was, but the now familiar sensation of precum spurting from his cock and into Digaro made themselves known again. All he wanted was stamina. The Lycanroc wanted to go forever like this beneath the moonlight, fucking all the smaller beasts, making sure they all tasted his cock. Making sure they all felt his knot deep inside them. Digaro would be a good starting point for Rioma’s conquests, and damn did that little Typhlosion feel so tight. \n\nThe Lycanroc lurched his body forward with a final few thrusts, nearly smothering Digaro beneath his body. Finally, Rioma let out an ecstatic and elongated moan one last time before holding himself deep inside Digaro and filling him up again with his seed. Rioma held his body close to his toy as he forced each new shot of cum into him. The Typhlosion could hardly keep his eyes open as he rocked back and forth across the floor. Too lost in delirium, Digaro wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew with this latest Lycanroc, but he had survived it. Despite how small he now felt, Digaro loved the feeling of being at the complete mercy of Rioma’s massive knot. And in turn, Rioma loved having this once hulking monster so submissive and even begging for his cock. \n\nRioma dropped his toy and pulled out unceremoniously. On instinct, the Lycanroc basked in the moonlight filtering in and glistening off the sheen of his lustrous fur. What power, too. Even just a simple clench of his claws sent his biceps pulsing with such might. Rioma truly felt unstoppable in his Lycanroc body.\n\nAs Digaro slowly pulled himself up to his wobbly legs and tried to reach for his glasses, he felt a claw jab into his chest and pin him down. Those shimmering crimson eyes of Rioma’s were staring back at him and oozing confidence. The Lycanroc snickered to himself behind his toothy grin.\n\n“Looks like my body really did take your potion quite well. So, you think I’ll be a good bodyguard now?”\n\nThe claw pressed into Digaro’s chest even more. \n\n“Y-yes! Yes! Of course~ I couldn’t think of spending my journey with anyone else but you,” the cowering Typhlosion cried. \n\n“Heh, good answer. In fact, I just might even give you a discount on your protection fee…as long as you keep providing me with more ‘performance enhancers’.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Roc Hard
-by XD4000
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Rachel dusted the fresh snow off her shoulders as she slipped past the dark tent flap to meet her new client: Digaro the Shifter. Even in madness and recklessness, crackpots like Digaro earn titles like they were sages, and yet Rachel was still plain “Rachel”. Nothing of note at all to her forgettable human form or unnoticed accomplishments, though she hoped all that would change tonight with her newest assignment.

True to form, Digaro hunched over his bubbling cauldron as the hulking Typhlosion stirred some sinister looking concoction. Every moment or so he’d pause and snort a few streams of fire to keep the heat of his pot going strong in the mid-winter conditions. The thin walls of his tent did little to keep out the cold, yet ice and snow never bothered a Typhlosion. Perhaps that’s why he found solace in setting up his home among the snow-smothered pines. It didn’t do any favors for Rachel as she was already sore and freezing from the trek, and worse yet the assaulting stench of Digaro’s brew threw her off balance as she entered, causing her to stumble loudly over a nearby set of clay pots.

The Typhlosion froze, looking up and locking eyes with his new guest.

“Oh! Uh, good evening, sir. I’m Rachel from the-”

“Yes, yes, I know you’re from the guild,” Digaro said as he went back to stirring his cauldron. “They already informed me of the tragic truth that they’d be sending me a girl, and a human, no less. You’d think being close friends with the guildmaster would grant me some connections, but I see that is clearly not the case.”

“W-well, sir, with all due respect, I am one of the top ranking mercenaries in the guild and-”

“Oh, really?” Digaro asked, adjusting his glasses as he sized the girl up. “I suppose your short stature, weak frame, and the fact that you’re shaking like a leaf is meant to drive fear into even the meanest predator?”

“H-hey now that isn’t fair t-”

“Please, save the excuses. I only mean to point out the obvious so we both know where we stand. Time is of the essence and I must depart on my journey in the morning, though I very well can’t go without a bodyguard. However, in your current state, you simply will not cut it. I don’t doubt your knowledge or experience, only your evident physical capabilities. Thankfully, they can be augmented.”

Before Rachel could question that, Digaro scooped some crimson dust from a nearby crucible and sprinkled it into his mixture. The ingredient shot up a plume of thick red smoke that spilled across the floor like a fog. As the smoke crept along the floor and swallowed Rachel’s ankles, she could spot dark trails of black swirling like eyes among the red clouds. The more she stared, the more she felt drawn to the smoke. Drawn to the now enticing aroma filling her nostrils. Drawn to the power emanating from Digaro’s cauldron.

Digaro clapped his paws together. “Hey! Don’t go getting lightheaded, now. You’ll need to be completely alert for your test.”

Rachel rubbed her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. “A test?”

“Indeed,” Digaro said, plunging a bottle into his cauldron. After a moment, he pulled the filled vessel out and wiped off the excess goop. All the while, Rachel could not take her eyes off of the bottle. “The test is simple: if you drink this and live, you pass.”

“...And what exactly am I going to be drinking?”

The Typhlosion came around from his cauldron and pressed the warm potion into Rachel’s hands. “Consider it like a ‘performance enhancer’,” Digaro chuckled. “If this works, you’ll become big and strong like me.”

Like him? Like Digaro? Would that mean…becoming just like him? Or something more? She looked back up at the Typhlosion towering over her. She hadn’t realized just how tall and sturdy the Pokemon was, but now up close, Rachel could clearly see she was out of her element here. How could she hope to protect her client when she was so dwarfed by his size? And now, so close to Digaro, the scent of his thick musk mixed in with the smell of the potion, and Rachel’s mind began to tell her that she desired both. She wanted the potion, for the potion led to the body she craved. And yet, would there be any going back after this? Would she even want to go back?

Rachel found it hard to weigh the odds. The scent of the potion overwhelmed her. The bottle was so close to her mouth now. If she wanted power, all she needed to do was drink a simple potion.

The answer was clear. In one clean gulp, the human girl downed the entire potion.

Digaro gave an approving nod. “Goes down smooth, huh? Now, relax while the potion takes effect and- Hey! Be careful with that!”

Rachel couldn’t hear him. As she stumbled back and felt her knees grow weak, she haphazardly tossed the bottle somewhere beneath the red smoke. A nearby shelf barely caught her fall as she slumped against it. Breathing became a chore as her mind raced. Her eyes felt hot. With every blink, the world around Rachel became tinted crimson, yet it didn’t seem to impede her vision. In fact, in the brief moments of clarity she could find reprieve from the reeling motions of her body reacting to the potion, Rachel noticed just how crisp her vision was now. How much she could see. How well she could hear. Even the sound of her own racing heartbeat couldn’t escape her.

Those sensory changes elevating themselves well beyond human capabilities were certainly the most noticeable to the girl, but that just left the new formations of her body to continue on unnoticed. That is, until her hearing picked up the odd sound of new hair shooting up from under her skin. Using what little energy she had, she pulled her chin into her chest, staring down with wide eyes at the red and white fur now covering her hands and wrists. Not just normal fur, but thick coats of it bundling her new body up in its natural warmth. It puffed up the sleeves of her jacket, pressing against the material like the fur was trying to escape. All sense of feeling cold left her in seconds. Every inch of her human skin now bore her wonderful and lustrous new fur.

From that fur came new muscle. In seconds, Rachel’s arms and legs bulged and pulsed with a crazy boost to their muscle mass. As her muscles continued to burst and expand, her old human rags were torn apart like wrapping paper. With all her fur, though, Rachel knew she had no need for clothing. Her body was protected enough from the elements, and she wondered, with how big she was getting, if anything could harm her now.

With the new warmth came new energy. Rachel’s breathing calmed down, yet with each breath she gave, her voice seemed to change with it. Not just that, but the accompanying little spurts and sprouting of new sharp teeth growing in her mouth. No longer a mouth, either, but a snout and maw now growing little by little to accommodate each new canine tooth her body required. A new wave of fluffy hair slithered up Rachel’s neck as it went over her top and back down over the center of her face. Her eyes darted in every direction as she tried to find a mirror, but all she had to go off of to see the progress of her transformation was the enraptured grin Digaro wore.

“Yes…yes! It’s working! Your body is taking it well. However…one important change remains,” Digaro said, his voice trailing off as his eyes drifted down Rachel’s body.

Rachel followed his gaze. In her collapsed position, she had a prime viewing area of anything below her waist. From the incredible set of abs she had been bestowed, her chest followed suit: where she once had a passable set of boobs, now she presented a pair of thick pecs. And down further, between her legs, the last scrap of her femininity was slowly being corrected. Rachel grit her teeth and snarled as she felt something begin to slither of her. Like a man pulling out of her, but less detached. More like a new part of her body was finally being released. It just needed a little force to fully emerge, and Rachel was proud to oblige.

She clenched her eyes in focus. Then, in one primal moment, she exerted all her force onto her crowning cock. On the command, her new knot burst from inside her body and to full attention. It had long since absorbed her old pussy into its massive girth, the size of which even surprised the wide-eyed Digaro. Rachel’s mouth fell open in a pleasure filled haze as she watched her massive cock bob up and down on command. Not exactly prehensile as she would have hopped, but she’d make it work. She couldn’t even get an accurate estimation on how big her throbbing cock was, but she knew it was bigger than any man or monster she'd ever seen.

Rachel could feel the forces in her body beginning to relax. As she could breathe a little easier now, she dared to move her body. Just a bit at the start: seeing the expected result of her hands becoming massive thick paws and her feet a matching pair of the same. She clinked her claws together, noticing just how sharp they were. Then it occurred to her: Digaro said she’d turn into something like him, but it was clear to Rachel that she had gone beyond those expectations. As she took stock of her body once more, she realized what she had become.

A Lycanroc. And because of the time, she was in the midnight form.

Now fully completed and reinvigorated, the new Lycanroc stood up and let out a triumphant howl. The entirety of the forest rattled in the wake of the Lycanroc’s voice, yet none were more surprised by it than Rachel. How deep it now sounded. Unmistakably a male Lycanroc’s mighty howl. Suddenly, the changes from before all began to make sense. And what Figaro had said before…about becoming “big and strong like him”. How she was now he.

At the acknowledgment of that, the Lycanroc’s name was replaced as well, for what self respecting monolith of musk and muscle would be called “Rachel”? In that moment, all memory of being called “Rachel” was erased and replaced with a new name: Rioma.

Rioma put a claw to his chest, running it along his fur as he reveled in the sound of his breathing. Like a predator on the prowl. And now, as he realized he was standing at his full height, he looked around for a moment, trying to locate Digaro.

“Yes! Splendid! You really are the perfect candidate! Perfect in every sense of the word! Perhaps the guildmaster wasn’t holding out on me after all~”

The Lycanroc didn’t see anyone. That is, until he looked down to see a Typhlosion at about his shoulder height cheering to himself and standing so close. Rioma’s eyes widened. Was that…Digaro? That puny thing barely bigger than a Cyndaquil? Rioma wondered just how small his old human self must have been, but he couldn’t remember. Whenever he thought of that body, the flooding thoughts of his new perfect Lycanroc form running for miles on the frozen plains or how he could rip through a tree with one slash filled his mind and told him who he really was. Rioma. Male. Lycanroc. Eager to demonstrate strength.

With just one step towards Digaro, Rioma shook the whole tent. The Typhlosion took a cautious step back, still chuckling to himself as he could feel the situation turn.

“Hehe, well, I am quite happy to see that my potion did such a good job in bringing out your true self, Rach-”

“Rioma.”

“W-what?”

“My name is Rioma,” the Lycanroc said in a low voice.

“Oh! Yes, of course. Now, the potion should last you about twenty-four hours, but I’ll have plenty of it in supply if you need more.”

Rioma snarled. Trails of steam escaped his jowls as he stared down the Typhlosion. “Good.”

“Yes! Quite good. Though, would you mind taking a tiny step back? Your, erm, manhood is taking up a lot of room.”

“…Can’t help it,” the Lycanroc said.

The Typhlosion swallowed. “Ah, right. You must not be used to your body, yet. P-perhaps…I could help you with that?”

Digaro inched closer. Close enough now to where the scent of Rioma’s musk struck him like an arrow to the head. How much the Lycanroc’s carnal aroma invaded Digaro’s nose and body and drove the potion maker mad with desire. He could not fathom the idea of this reversal, yet his body was already on board.

“Yes….you can,” said Rioma.

“Oh, good! How would you like me to-“

“On all fours. Now.”

Digaro just nodded as he took off his glasses and got down into position. No protest at all, much to Rioma’s satisfaction. A tiny smirk formed on the Lycanroc’s lips as he got down on his knees, priming his cock in front of the hungry Typhlosion. Rioma pondered just how many humans Digaro had done this too. How many had turned out bigger than him? How many ended up enjoying it so damn much? Rumors only spoke of the bad outcomes and the unhappy recipients, yet Rioma couldn’t have been further from that. He wanted to be this way, now. He wanted to have this massive cock to stroke, and best of all, he wanted to feed his cock to the greedy monster who made him this way.

Rioma let out a moan as he ran his paws down his knot. So lost in his own pleasure, Rioma nearly forgot he had an audience.

“You like what you see?” He asked his submissive Typhlosion.

“Y-yes…you look so amazing…”

“I know,” Rioma chuckled. “Now, open your maw.”

The Lycanroc hardly waited for an invitation. Rioma pressed the head of his knot up to Digaro’s lips, finding out it would be a tight fit. With just how girthy his knot was, Rioma was uncertain just how much he could fit into his little scientist, but Digaro wasn’t backing down. He swallowed a fair bit more than Rioma expected, and even a bit more after that. No gagging at all. Pure skill and experience as Digaro worked over the cock flooding his mouth. He ran his tongue along the Lycanroc knot, tasting every delicious bit of Rioma’s musk and becoming enraptured by it.

Rioma kept a firm paw gripped around Digaro’s skull, making sure the good boy stayed on track. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth with such joy as he felt the wondrous new sensation of having his cock sucked. Even his stubby tail began to wag behind him as he stuffed his Typhlosion toy with more of his knot.

However, with Digaro’s experience, the cheeky Typhlosion knew just what nerves in a distracted monster’s cock to exploit. Digaro let his experience and promiscuity guide his tongue towards the left side of Rioma’s knot, searching for a certain pressure point. After a couple moments of pressing the tip of his tongue into the beating cock, Digaro found what he was looking for.

The announcement of such a successful search came from the utter deluge of cum firing from Rioma and deep into Digaro’s throat. Such a rush even took Rioma by surprise as he placed his other paw on Digaro’s head and let out another roar. No human could have survived an orgasm of this magnitude, and Rioma barely hung on himself. The stream of hot seed escaping his body and flooding his toy made him wonder how the Typhlosion could take it all. Certainly, he had no idea how his body was producing so much cum, but it shot out of him load after load all the same. All he knew was that he craved for more. He wanted to cum more into Digaro.

As the Lycanroc pulled himself out, he took solace in the fact that he was still hard as a rock. He stared down his snout at the Typhlosion, eyeing Digaro’s now distended belly, no doubt full of the Lycanroc’s seed. Still, something felt odd to Rioma.

“You…did something…”

“Oh, not at all,” Digaro replied, staring up at the Lycanroc. “I’m just good about getting you monstrous boys to cum for me.”

“Tch, sure,” Rioma scoffed. “But that was…too quick.”

Digaro’s eyes widened. “Y-you want to go again? I don’t know if my mouth can take tha-“

“Then turn around,” the Lycanroc snarled. “Same position.”

The Typhlosion could tell he had struck a nerve with that last move. Apparently his Lycanroc lover took his time seriously, and he seemed to be in no joking mood. Just a primal beast looking to get its rocks off by any means necessary. And right now, Rioma had his sights set on Digaro’s ass.

Again, Digaro complied without a word. He knew what buttons to push and also when to back down completely and let the beast do his thing. The Typhlosion got down on all fours again, but Rioma grabbed his thick hind leg and pulled him in closer. His body moved on its own, now. Ancient coding and programming kicked off their basic functions as Rioma eyed that hole beneath Digaro’s top coat of black fur. He readied himself, pressing his tip to Digaro’s entrance and he mounted the Typhlosion. Much to Rioma’s pleasure, his body completely eclipsed Digaro’s.

“I-if you can, just be a bit gentleeeeEYAaahhh…”

With the Typhlosion’s back legs already spread out, Rioma spread them even wider, stealing all sound from Digaro. The mischievous Typhlosion found himself completely shut up and stuffed as the Lycanroc behind him slid his knot so deep into him. He frantically tried to look behind him just to get a glimpse of how his body was taking it, but Digaro found himself caught; with his head turned, it was just within reach of Rioma, who obliged his Typhlosion toy with a passionate kiss. A final scrap of his humanity manifested itself in that show of affection, but neither of the two lovers minded as their tongues danced in each others’ maws.

“Ahh, fuck, yes…keep going...”

Digaro’s pitiful moans into his dom’s mouth were lost to Rioma. He’d fuck his toy silly no matter what, but he did enjoy hearing the Typhlosion beg for his cock. To call out to him and beg Rioma for all that his dick could give him was Digaro’s role in all this. As his toes curled up and his stubby tail flared up along Rioma’s stomach, Digaro knew he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from all of this.  There would be no doubts about how much of an insatiable creature Rioma was.

All the while, Rioma stayed silent save for a few grunts. Sometimes pulling at Digaro’s fur, sometimes biting his ear, but all to Digaro’s masochistic pleasure. Soon, though, Rioma began to feel his cock shake from inside his Typhlosion. He hardly noticed how close he was, but the now familiar sensation of precum spurting from his cock and into Digaro made themselves known again. All he wanted was stamina. The Lycanroc wanted to go forever like this beneath the moonlight, fucking all the smaller beasts, making sure they all tasted his cock. Making sure they all felt his knot deep inside them. Digaro would be a good starting point for Rioma’s conquests, and damn did that little Typhlosion feel so tight.

The Lycanroc lurched his body forward with a final few thrusts, nearly smothering Digaro beneath his body. Finally, Rioma let out an ecstatic and elongated moan one last time before holding himself deep inside Digaro and filling him up again with his seed. Rioma held his body close to his toy as he forced each new shot of cum into him. The Typhlosion could hardly keep his eyes open as he rocked back and forth across the floor. Too lost in delirium, Digaro wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew with this latest Lycanroc, but he had survived it. Despite how small he now felt, Digaro loved the feeling of being at the complete mercy of Rioma’s massive knot. And in turn, Rioma loved having this once hulking monster so submissive and even begging for his cock.

Rioma dropped his toy and pulled out unceremoniously. On instinct, the Lycanroc basked in the moonlight filtering in and glistening off the sheen of his lustrous fur. What power, too. Even just a simple clench of his claws sent his biceps pulsing with such might. Rioma truly felt unstoppable in his Lycanroc body.

As Digaro slowly pulled himself up to his wobbly legs and tried to reach for his glasses, he felt a claw jab into his chest and pin him down. Those shimmering crimson eyes of Rioma’s were staring back at him and oozing confidence. The Lycanroc snickered to himself behind his toothy grin.

“Looks like my body really did take your potion quite well. So, you think I’ll be a good bodyguard now?”

The claw pressed into Digaro’s chest even more.

“Y-yes! Yes! Of course~ I couldn’t think of spending my journey with anyone else but you,” the cowering Typhlosion cried.

“Heh, good answer. In fact, I just might even give you a discount on your protection fee…as long as you keep providing me with more ‘performance enhancers’.”
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