Purchase And A Half (Patreon Commission for Rioku)

TAGS: Kigurumi, TF/Transformation, Growth, Arcanine TF

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Probably the best thing he’d ever bought. A solid five stars.

That’s what he wanted to write, if not for the fact that his hands were a bit too big to use a keyboard designed for humans and not… whatever he had been turned into. It all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that he was still reeling from it, barely able to put to words what he’d gone through, but one thing was for certain: he was liking what his new body was like, even if it was hard to walk around without bumping his head against the ceiling.

It all started just a couple of hours earlier, when he first received a call from the delivery service letting him know they’d be sending someone over with his package. William, having spent the previous couple of weeks in near-perpetual excitement at his decision to finally buy the damned thing, could barely contain himself; by the time the delivery driver knocked on his door, he was practically jumping off the walls, his cheery attitude contrasting so wonderfully with the detached apathy of the man who’d brought him his package that the young man cursed his decision not to bring a camera to record the moment. Then again, it was just him signing a piece of paper and taking a large box into his home; maybe he was just exaggerating it?

No, he couldn’t be, this was exactly the kind of reaction that such an event deserved. After spending so much time stressing over whether or not he should spring for something like that, taking the steps required to finally purchase a kigurumi of his own felt far, far more fulfilling than it really had any right to. He wasn’t getting a new job, or moving out to a home that was roomier than his studio apartment, but that sort of childish joy at getting a brand new toy was so powerful that William practically beamed with sheer glee as he ripped through the packaging and retrieved the item of clothing from within. It was exactly as the pictures made it out to be, and even fluffier to the touch than he could’ve expected; part of him remembered that he should probably clean it before trying it on for the first time, but after seeing that Arcanine onesie in its full glory, he really couldn’t help himself. Two minutes later, he was encased by it, with the hood pulled all the way down.

It was even more comfortable than he expected it to be, like his whole body was being hugged by a being of purest, smoothest silk; at that exact moment, William felt like finding the nearest soft surface and just melting into it before drifting off into sleep, only to wake up several hours later. Indeed, the first thing he did was throw himself at his couch and wriggle around in ways that could charitably be described as undignified; not that it mattered, seeing as no one else was in the house. After he had his fill, with his limbs nice and loosened by all that thrashing about and his throat sore from all the moaning, he dragged himself back to his feet before heading over to his desk; he needed to show this to his friends.

It was here that things began to take a turn for the weird. Since the hood covered a large chunk of his head, and he didn’t have a standing microphone, William grabbed the top of it in order to pull it off to make room for his headphones, only to find that it refused to budge. Somehow, for whatever reason, he couldn’t find the strength needed to pull the hoodie back from his head, almost like it was glued on. He could feel it tugging at his scalp, though not painfully so; it reminded him of the few times he had pulled his own hair, oddly enough but he didn’t quite put two and two together until he tried to remove other parts of the kigurumi and found himself in the exact same pickle. Even worse, the gloves that he hadn’t put on had somehow snaked their way up to close over his fingers, and no matter how hard he tried, the young man just couldn’t pull them back!

It was so unexpected that all William could do was stand there looking at himself as he wondered how these things fit together. He couldn’t possibly be hallucinating, he hadn’t cracked open that bag or eaten any of its contents, but surely there was no way he was so weak that he couldn’t pull back a piece of cloth… and yet, no matter how hard he tried, the kigurumi only ever felt more attached to him, not less, something that got worse and worse the more he tried to take it off, until finally the first signs of the transformation made themselves known.

The gloves that came with the onesie didn’t have fingers on them, being a big chunk of comfortable cloth in the shape of a glove. It wasn’t supposed to make it easier to grab things, but it did keep his hands so snuggly that they almost felt numb… perhaps a bit too numb once he thought about it. Not only had the flaps placed themselves of their own volition, but he was panicking slightly at the prospect of suddenly becoming a limp noodle, so why were his hands numb? The fear he felt began to spike even harder once he lost all sense below the wrists, and it didn’t get any better when he raised those things up to see what was happening and saw that, where had once been two flaps of cloth designed to cover everything but the thumb, was now a full set of fingers. Four of them, in fact, along with the fifth jutting out from the side where it usually did, but rather than the pinkish colour that they were supposed to be, they were fire-red, far bigger than before, and completely covered in fur.

There was only one explanation for this, and William’s brain worked overtime not to accept it, because it just couldn’t be true at all; there was no way he was transforming into an Arcanine, that was the stuff of internet animations and kink fanfics, doubly so given the reason for it. A kigurumi, turning its wearer into the thing that it was supposed to represent? That was the kind of thing he jacked off to whenever he was bored, not something that was supposed to happen… and yet, somehow, he could still see it happening in front of his eyes, despite the hood having covered them a couple of minutes before and him not having realized it. In fact, it was only after he tried to touch his own forehead with his new digits that he noticed he shouldn’t be able to see anything at all, yet was still perfectly capable of doing so, which could only mean that the hoodie had somehow replaced his regular eyesight… somehow. He could still blink, despite the Arcanine head not having any eyelids (or functioning eyes), and as he ran his fingers across the top of the hood, he could feel them as though he were doing so over his own head.

Because it was his own head. Or at least his new head, judging from how things were going; it didn’t make a lot of sense, and he was starting to become convinced that he’d accidentally dropped the wrong kind of mushrooms into his stew, but he was looking through the hoodie’s eyes… eyes that seemed to be moving upwards, judging from how his field of view was changing. Despite everything that was happening, it still took him far too much time to realize that he was growing, not just “melting” into his kigurumi, and it was only after he tried to get up from his seat and nearly knocked his desk over with his legs that he truly realized just how big he’d gotten.

Tripping backwards was an inevitably at that point, though the fall was cushioned somewhat by what he assumed, at that point, to be the cursed (enchanted?) onesie’s own softness. After a few moments of writhing around trying to get back on his feet, however, William realized that it couldn’t possibly be the kigurumi itself; whatever had been underneath him when he fell onto the floor, it was big, soft and fluffy, but most certainly separate from his clothes. Putting two and two together made it extremely easy to figure out what it might be, but he still took the time to twirl around in his spot a couple of times to confirm that he did, indeed, have a tail now, and it was just like an Arcanine’s!

The young man couldn’t help it anymore: he started laughing. It was less joyful as it was the kind of cackling that happened when one saw something so absurd and unrealistic that one could only react with the sort of amused incredulity that served to protect oneself from how farcical the situation was. Except, for William, it didn’t just go away; he didn’t just change a tab, or look away, or blink his eyes to dispel the illusion, but rather continued to live it very much in the flesh, with the sensations fed back to him intensifying the longer he tried to deny that it was happening. If it was an hallucination it was an incredibly vivid one, and if it were a dream of sorts, then he’d need to start keeping a journal by his bedside just to make sure he didn’t forget experiences as amazing as those. One thing was for certain though: he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could, because even if it wasn’t happening, what reason did he have not to milk it for all it was worth?

He got back up to his feet, stumbling around for a few seconds as he adjusted to his new center of gravity, occasionally bumping into something that stood in the way and having to extend his arm upward in order to anchor one of his hands on the ceiling in order to balance himself. That he was placing a hand in the ceiling didn’t quite register with him until after he’d done it a few times, and by that point the transformation was so well underway that William’s brain completely filtered out whatever amazement he might’ve once felt for it; of course it was normal that he could reach the ceiling, he was a massive Arca-hunk mid-transformation. It’d be weird if he couldn’t flatten his palm against it, what kind of mini-giant would he be if he didn’t have to struggle with fitting into person-sized rooms?

By that point, he had far better things to worry about than where his head was getting; hell, if his only concern was his scalp brushing up against the ceiling, then that would’ve been wonderful, but it absolutely wasn’t. Perhaps fittingly, height was at the bottom of his priority list, somewhere beneath a whole bunch of details all rendered inconsequential by the sudden emergence of fur from his… skin? It was the kigurumi still, or at least that’s the way his brain interpreted it, but he could feel it as if it were his own body; with his fingers already turned over to his new form, William ran the tips of them across what he knew to be felt and fabric, and yet could feel as they transmitted tactile sensations into his brain. Did he even have a skin underneath it? Did his old body even exist at all? These were the questions he should’ve been asking, but wasn’t, because he had fur now.

It was such a simple statement, and yet one that took him far too long to make to himself just because of how absurd it sounded. Still, it was undeniable: the previously smooth surface of his onesie, now turned into a second (or was it only?) skin had erupted with multiple tufts of fur in varying shades of orange, red and yellow, a beautiful pattern that brought to mind the Pokémon that the kigurumi was supposed to represent, the one William was turning into in real-time. He could barely hold himself back, his mind demanding that he keep stroking himself; his fur was soft, silky, and begged to be rubbed gently so as to be appreciated to its fullest, and with no one around to do that for him, it fell on the transforming young twenty-something to do that to himself. The result? Plenty of noises for his neighbors to try their best to ignore, having learned not to interrupt anyone when they were moaning so loudly.

If only it were so simple a process, though, that fur would be the highlight. Reality had better plans for him, bigger plans, and whatever anomaly had decided to take his clothes and fashion from them a new body for him obviously had some kind of penchant for other, more intimate concerns. It wasn’t altogether surprising that William’s shaft had been at full mast for quite some time already, but what was unexpected was its size and girth; not only was it significantly larger than before, owing to the general size boost he’d received, but it had growth further in excess to its old proportions, leaving him with a cock that was about half as long as his torso was and girthy enough that he needed two hands to wield it properly… two hands that William made sure to place at the best possible spots to feel as his new, thick knot emerged, popping into existence just before the first ropes of cum began to fire off from his brand new tip.

Like clockwork, the finishing touches were being placed at about the same time as he underwent the first climax in his new form, almost like he was sealing some kind of pact and that immense spurt of spunk was his impromptu signature. Just as his juices splattered across the wall in front of him, the last vestiges of the kigurumi’s constituent materials were absorbed into his new body, with it now resembling, in every way, shape and form, a humanized Arcanine so utterly enormous that doors would be a very big problem going forward. Not that William cared, of course; why bother with doors when he could just rip them off hinges? His new body was certainly ripped enough that he wouldn’t have any trouble with it… though that bit of a gut he had developed at the same time might end up being a slight issue, assuming he couldn’t rely on his stout strength to just break through any obstacle.

Questions for later though. For the time being, he had an orgasm to enjoy, a release that lasted for long enough that he began to wonder if it was even going to stop, powerful to the point where he had to deliberately aim away from his computer in order to spare it the flow.

After all, he had to leave a review. Absolutely worth the purchase. A solid five stars.