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John was excited. He had just gotten himself a new pack of Digimon cards. John was really into nerdy things like this. It would often cause others to stare at him. Sometimes, they would tease him about it. John didn't like that and did his best to ignore them. Despite it all, no amount of confused glares or teasing words would or could keep him from loving all things nerdy.

As John was making his way to the bus stop for his journey home, he couldn't keep his eyes off the new cards, still wrapped, he had in his hands. He knew he should wait until he got home to unwrap them, a pack of cards was easier to carry when they were all wrapped up. Then again, the journey home would mostly be on a bus and the bus stop was just ahead. Surely, it wouldn't be that bad if he opened the pack now.

The temptation was too great, John tore open the pack. There wasn't really anything worthwhile in there, just a few common cards that he had plenty of in his collection already. John was disappointed but knew that was how the game was played. He stuffed the cards into his pocket just as he reached the bus stop.

There wasn't much else to do while waiting for the bus so John took the time to look over his surroundings. Not many people were out, the buildings looked the same as ever, there were a few trees and other greenery here and there and there was a Digimon card on the ground.

There was a Digimon card on the ground? John didn't hesitate to pick it up. It couldn't have flown out of his pocket; it was too dusty and old to be one of those. For as worn as was, it was still in pretty good shape. John flipped it over and his heart skipped a beat. It was a Leomon card; a muscular, anthropomorphic, lion-like creature. John didn't have one of these cards yet and wanted one a lot. He was so excited to have found one at long last and began looking it all over to see how good of a condition it was in.

As he was flipping it, a gust of wind seemed to come from nowhere. It took hold of the Leomon card, slid it along John's finger and out of his hand entirely.

"Ouch!" exclaimed John, clutching his finger. "Paper cut!" A split second later, he realized something else. "My card!" Forgetting his small wound, he chased after it. Fortunately, the wind didn't blow it far and he was able to catch it easily.

"I'm not going to let you get away again," John said to the card and put it in his pocket with the others. It was then that he remembered his paper cut and quietly winced. At that moment, the bus arrived. John quickly boarded and admired the Leomon card all the way home. By the time he got home, the paper cut was little more than a faded memory.

John went to his room and laid out his new cards on his desk. Now that he had a fresh card to add to his collection, he had to think of how he was going to organize it now. He tried to but something was distracting him. It was then he took notice of his clothing; it didn't seem to fit right anymore. It was like it had shrunk all of a sudden. He tried to brush it off and concentrate on his new cards but it was getting increasingly harder to do so. What was even more distracting was how itchy he was under his shirt.

He couldn't take it anymore. He lifted his shirt up and was shocked to find that he had toned muscles. He wasn't the athletic type, the most exercise he got was from walking to and fro. What was even stranger was the sudden presence of orange fur over his muscles. That explained the itching. He honestly didn't know what to think. On one hand, it was so cool to have muscles like this. On the other hand, he had no idea where these muscles came from. He especially didn't know what was up with the strange fur. It was all rather concerning and more than a little overwhelming. He took a moment to sit down and gather himself.

It didn't last long. As if it were triggered by sitting down, John felt an odd tingle from the base of his spine. He didn't take much notice, at first and was able to get himself to calm down a little. Only for the calm to shatter immediately. Something was poking against the back of the chair, causing him to shoot up in fright. He didn't want to admit it but whatever it was didn't feel like something was poking him from behind the chair. Rather, a part of him was pushing against it. However, he couldn't (perhaps he didn't want to) think of what could've push against the back of the chair. He quickly looked behind him; he had to have just accidentally backed the chair into something. That wasn't possible, the chair was facing the middle of the room.

It was then that John became aware of the fact that the tingling sensation at the base of his spine never went away. He grabbed at the area, hoping nothing would be there but he was wrong. Very wrong. He gripped a new, ropy appendage that was attached to his spine.

"I have a tail?!" John exclaimed, "No, no I can't have a tail! Humans don't have tails!" He ran in a circle in a blind panic and didn't stop until he whacked his shin against the chair. "Ouch!" John stopped and took a moment to breathe through the pain. Oddly enough, it was enough for him to calm down again and start thinking clearly. John knew that blind panic wasn't the best way to get through... whatever was happening to him. He continued in his circle but much more slowly and calmly this time. With each step, his ever-growing new tail swayed with the rhythm. It felt odd but at the same time, like he had had the tail for years with how naturally it swayed.

After a few moments, John felt ready to inspect his new tail again. He tried to do so without touching it but he only got a glimpse of, what he thought was, a yellow tuft. He sighed and psyched himself to grad his tail. It was such a strange sensation.

"Work through it, work through it," John said to himself. He managed to pull the end of his tail upfront to look at it properly. It did indeed have a tuft of yellow fur at the end while the rest was covered in the orange fur that now covered John's muscles. Something about the fur seemed familiar to him.

He wasn't sure why but he got an urge to check his new Digimon cards. An odd thing to think about, given the circumstances, perhaps. Immediately, the Leomon card caught his attention. He compared the tail on the card to his own tail, looking back and forth several times just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. John came to the conclusion that he was turning in Leomon. It would also explain where the muscles came from.

Before he could think more about it, there was a tearing sound. John looked down and saw the bottom of his pant legs ripping as his legs becoming more muscular. Now that he was aware of it, he expected his pants to feel tighter where he was gaining more muscle, just like what had happened with his shirt. Not this time. This time, his pants transformed alongside his legs. They stayed black but with his legs getting more muscular, his pants became bigger to better suit him now. Not only were his legs getting bigger, but they were also getting longer. Already, John was a foot taller than he had been previously. Of course, his pants grew in length too alongside his legs. The pants didn't escape tearing entirely. The sides of the pant legs had gashes running up the whole length. Fortunately... whatever was responsible for the transformation seemed to have accounted for this as several stiches appeared, sealing the gashes up; the only evidence they had been there being the stiches themselves.

The familiar yellow fur sprouted around John's ankles and the orange fur covered his legs and the rest of his feet. His feet themselves grew huge and more animal-like with large, powerful claws at the end of each toe. The pants finished their transformation by forming three belts. One was at the top and around John's waist; that made sense. The other two formed around the openings of the pant legs. John never understood why those belts were there but he had other things to worry about right now.

John gave his new legs a test. They felt awkward and stiff with all the new muscle mass. It didn't take long for him to get used to moving around with them. He never thought he'd be so grateful to have a tail. Without it to help shift his balance, he would've fallen over a few times.

He began to feel light-headed. Perhaps, he was disoriented from seeing things from his new height. Perhaps, all the transformations were starting to get to him. He took several deep breaths and felt his face. Based on the fur he could feel on it, he knew what was coming next. The fur seemed to be encouraging his nose to protrude further from his face, taking his jaw with it. It didn't stretch far, just enough to take on a feline appearance. His nose itself turned black and animal-like. John didn't dare touch his nose until he was sure that it was done transforming. It was textured differently than the rest of his skin. He didn't know if "leathery" was the right word for it but that was the only thing that came to mind. On top of getting a new muzzle, the features of his face became much more chiseled as well.

John's hair turned the same shade of yellow as around his ankles and the tuft of his tail. He only knew this because it suddenly drooped in front of his eyes. He quickly brushed it away. He figured his mane must be coming in. His hair grew longer and all around his head until it resembled a lion's mane. The main distinction being that it grew into a small beard as well.

At last, his ears started to shift. Lions normally have rounder ears but John wasn't turning into any ordinary lion. His ears did indeed grow bigger, as one would expect but they also grew longer and were more pointed than typical lion ears. They looked like they could belong to a jackal or even a bunny.

"Ouch!" John suddenly felt a pang of pain in his left ear. Naturally, he recoiled and held his hand up to it. He felt something round and metal poking from it. "An ear piercing?! I didn't want an ear piercing!"

John was upset. Up until that point, the worst he felt was discomfort, never any real pain. He was content with the fact that the ring was simply a part of Leomon's look.

Despite his core gaining big muscles, John's shirt had stayed intact (sort of) throughout the whole transformation. It was full of holes but still in one piece. That was about to change as the orange fur spread up John's chest and up his arms. Wherever the orange fur went, John's muscles grew beneath it. It became all too much for his shirt. It put up a good fight but as the muscles of his chest, triceps and biceps grew larger and larger, they finally ripped the shirt to shreds.

However, that wasn't the end for the shirt. The collar, which was still relatively intact, started to unweave and reform itself into a sturdier material. A blue gem formed in the middle of it (or rather just above his chest) and several teeth formed along the length of the new sturdy collar, all evenly spaced between each other.

John was always curious about the collar that Leomon wore. He went to reach for it or rather, he tried to reach for it. He wasn't used to his new muscular arms and found them just as stiff as his legs had been. Just like his legs, he tried to move them around a little bit and get a better feel for them. By the time they had loosened up, he had noticed that there were suspiciously less shreds of his shirt on the floor than there should've been. He also became aware of something tugging down on the back of his belt and no it wasn't his tail.

After a quick inspection of his person, he thought he could deduce what had happened. Several large shreds of his shirt had reformed into different material, just like his shirt collar had done. It had formed a beast sword and a hilt to house it in. Said hilt then latched itself to the back of John's belt, just like how Leomon carried it. The collar had made some sense to John, though he wondered about the logistics of a shirt turning into a sword. Probably about the same as a human turning into a Digimon.

The transformation was coming to an end as Johns hands started to shift. Like the rest of him, his hand grew much bigger and more muscular. His fingernails first became more pointed as they moved to the tips of his fingers. Once there, they became thicker and stronger as they turned into claws matching those on his toes.

It was then he felt something on the side of one of his fingers. A forgotten pain, if you will. It stung badly and he gripped his hand. At that moment, the last of the shreds of his shirt shot up to his arm and formed three belts that wrapped around it. A final shirt shred latched to his knuckles, creating a sort of brace across them.

Again, John had always wondered why Leomon wore three belts on his arm but this was not the time to question it. His attention went back to the pain in his finger. Thankfully, it had dulled down and didn't sting as badly. What piqued his interest was the location of the pain. It was where had gotten a paper cut early that day. The paper cut he got from the Leomon card he found. Could that be why-?

"Ow!" John's train of thought was rudely interpreted by his head bumping the ceiling. He hadn't noticed that his chest muscles were becoming more defined too. With bigger muscles, his torso stretched upwards. That coupled with his longer legs made him much taller than before; too tall to even fit in his room. He wouldn't be able to think straight in this cramped space. He couldn't think of any room in the house that could fit him. He'd have to go outside. That didn't sound like it'd be a problem; he walked through his own house plenty of times. Of course, he never walked through it as a huge, muscular, anthro lion-like creature.

John's head scraped across the ceiling. It was starting to give him a headache, so he opted to slouch as he walked across the room instead. It worked out well, until he reached the door. Like most doors, it didn't reach the top of the ceiling so John would have to stoop down even lower to get through. The muscles may have increased John's strength but they did nothing for his flexibility. As he tried to bend down, he found he couldn't get low enough to fit. He kept trying and eventually he tried so hard that his body forced itself to straighten out and his legs slipped out from beneath him. He landed flat on his stomach.

"Oof!" exclaimed John. He took a moment to get his breath back then looked up at the door. "Well, I can fit through now." He spoke too soon. John started to crawl through the doorway. He soon realized that his body was not just tall but also wide. His torso wasn't even halfway through when he found that he could go no further. His body was wedged in the door frame.

"Oh, come on!" He pushed hard against the wall with extra force from his feet to try to get himself free. With a lot of great effort, John was able to pop himself out. He tumbled head over heels into the hallway.

Well, he was out of his room. Now he just had to get through the rest of the house. Fortunately, the hallway was just wide enough to fit him and it was taller than his room.

BUMP!

But not tall enough for him. Still, it was a straight shot to the backyard now. Giving his bumped head a quick rub, he set off down the hall.

The only tricky bit would be getting by a table up against the hallway wall. It had a vase that sat atop it. John turned himself sideways and carefully skirted by the table. One moment, he thought he was going to make it easily. The next, his tail knocked against the vase sending it to the ground with a crash. Instinctually, John turned to where he heard the crash and squeezed the table against the wall, causing it to splinter to pieces.

John was both panicked and annoyed with the mess he had just made. Without thinking he pushed the pile of debris back to his room and shoved it inside. He'd deal with it later.

Without that table in the way, it was now a true straight shot to the backyard door. John didn't know what came over him but he felt the urge to just run towards it. He did so but not as fast as he had anticipated because of his stooped state. Perhaps it was for the best. He didn't really like the idea of bursting through a sliding glass door.

He learned from his previous experience. He opened the door and crawled on his side to get through. At last, he was outside and he could stand up straight and stretch his body to full size.

The shock of the transformation had worn off and now John could look over his new body properly, using the glass door as a mirror. He was really impressed with his new muscles and thought he looked cool. He couldn't help but flex a little. It was weird seeing his tail move in his reflection but he couldn't help but smile at it. Once he got it out of his system, he bounded away from his house, ready to test the capabilities of his new body. As he did, John couldn't help but wonder what kind of adventures he'd get up to.