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A new tattoo. That's pretty much how it all started. One moment, he's enjoying his new tattoo of a pixelated Charmander, the next; he's covered in fur and orgasming onto a wall. I might be getting a little ahead of myself though. Let's start at the beginning...

At the tattoo parlor, Kyle winced slightly. Getting the tattoo was going to be awesome, no doubt, but he could have probably done without the stinging pain of the needle each time it pierced his skin to inject the dye. He had chosen a Charmander--a pixelated one at that--to be drawn onto his right calf.

Each poke of the needle filled the top layer of his skin with orange dye, the black outline having been finished a few hours prior. It only took a few more pokes and ink injections and the tattoo was finally completed. After inspecting his handiwork, the tattoo artist put down the tattoo gun. It looked alright, the image shimmering with fresh ink. The scales of the Pokémon a bright and cheery orange color, the tail flame a blaze of red, yellow and orange.

Standing, Kyle walked over to the full body mirror and turned around to admire his new tattoo. Sure, it had hurt, but it also looked pretty damn cool. After having his leg wrapped up with a piece of gauze, he paid the tattoo artist and walked out into the bright Arizona sun. He didn't think he'd need his car today, his college not being too far away.

As he walked down the street, the tattoo began to itch. At first, it was bearable (and probably normal for having a new tattoo anyway). The gauze wrapped around his leg had soaked up some of the dye and blood from the tattoo and probably was irritating his skin. No big deal. Soon however, the itching got worse with each and every step.

Knowing he probably shouldn't, Kyle just couldn't help himself. Reaching down, he rubbed his hand on his calf, the gauze rubbing against his irritated flesh. It only helped for a moment before the irritation became unbearable, the human stopping in his tracks.

Maybe the tattoo gun wasn't cleaned properly or the ink stale? Maybe his body was rejecting the tattoo somehow? No. How could that even be possible? Whatever the reason, Kyle knew he had to do something and fast. As he turned to return to the tattoo shop, a slight pain pulsed from his leg causing him to stop.

He ducked into the nearest alley and started to remove the bandage. He knew it had to heal but he just had to know what the hell was going on. As he removed the last piece of gauze, Kyle gasped. Where the tattoo of the Pokémon once was, a light brown patch of fur now sat. Blinking, Kyle poked at the fluff. Soft and warm against his fingers, he wondered how the hell something like this was even possible.

Suddenly, the fur started to expand across his entire leg. Shocked, Kyle stood and looked around, bracing himself up against the brick wall behind him. The fur spread across his crotch to his right leg. The skin itching with each new inch of soft, tan striped fur.

Groaning in discomfort, Kyle knew that scratching probably would just irritate it all even more. He gripped the wall as best he could as the fur overtook his lower half. The shorts he wore hid the fur around his crotch but there was no mistaking it--his entire lower half was now coated in a nice soft, tan fur. Kyle briefly wondered if that would be it and he'd just have fur on his lower half like some kind of centaur before the lower part of his tummy began to itch as well.

Lifting up his shirt, Kyle looked down as the fur started to make its way up his stomach, replacing skin with fur. He wasn't exactly sure how far this was going to go but he also worried that this would somehow become permanent. How could a simple tattoo cause all of this anyway?

Slowly but surely, the fur completed its apparent take over...at least up to his neck anyway. The furred human looked down at his now much softer body and grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. So what if it was possibly permanent? At least he wouldn't be cold anymore during the winter. Maybe he could even get away with not wearing clothes or something...

He gasped as the fur started to slowly slide up towards his face, his cheeks and skin itching furiously as the fur poked through the skin. Closing his eyes, Kyle felt the fur completely cover his face. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, it was actually nice and soft on his face.

Thinking it was finally over, he breathed a sigh of relief as things seemed to quiet down. Suddenly, his scalp itched badly. As he reached up to scratch, he looked over into a window across from him and noticed his hair growing. Not only growing but changing color as well.

Each dark brown strand changed to an even darker shade, almost black. The hair grew longer and more unruly...sort of like a mane. More and more of the hair seemed to suddenly appear, coming in clumps instead of strands. It gathered under his jaw, growing down the front of his chest where it tapered off, making a poof of fur in the middle of his chest. The fur also grew midway down his back as it fluffed up more than before.

Great. Kyle HATED long hair and now it was even longer than ever. Kyle blinked as a sharp pain hit him right in the tailbone. It was almost as if it was growing. He turned his head and saw that there was a bulge forming, pushing his shorts slowly down his waist. As his furry butt was slowly revealed, the bulge grew bigger, starting to pull away from his body.

Watching it grow, Kyle realized that he was now the owner of a tail, though not one that he had ever seen on any animal before. It almost as long as his leg, and just as thick, covered in striped, tan fur which ended in a curled tip as dark as his mane. As his tail finished growing, he noticed that his shorts had fallen completely down leaving him exposed to the world. No longer concerned with modern convention, since his new fur coat grew in, Kyle kicked his shorts off against the wall of the alley.

Now free from the shorts, he noticed a slight stinging as his nails darkened and sank into his fingertips, growing longer and sharper. Parts of his hands ballooned outwards, becoming paw pads. He could feel the same happening to his feet. As his new claws finished growing, he held up his paws in amazement. All this from a tattoo? Looking at his new striped, tan fur coat he looked back at the calf his tattoo had been placed on. Apparently, it never left...or it had at least adapted to his new form. Instead of being dyed into his skin, it seemed to be permanently dyed into the fur itself. Interesting. At least future tattoos wouldn't hurt anymore. If he could find anyone who'd tattoo a...well, he didn't know. He had the mane and fur coloring of a lion, but the stripes suggested a tiger. And the tail? It was too thick for either, almost as thick as a bear's tail, though much longer.

Watching his tail grow out, he noticed that his hearing had all but disappeared. Reaching a hand up, he realized that his ears had started to move up the sides of his head. As they moved, they became less complex, rounding out as fur grew on them. His hearing flickered as his ear canals moved, until they came to a rest near the top of his head, the round ears of a lion.

As the changes stopped, Kyle noticed that his shirt seemed smaller, tighter around his arms, chest, and stomach. He watched as his arms gained more muscle, becoming thicker than most of the body builder's he'd seen at the gym. His chest gained muscle, becoming more defined even under a coat of fur. All over, he seemed to be gaining an incredible amount of muscle. His shirt, already stretched to its limit, tore along the seams, revealing the changes that had taken place. Soon after, his bones started to ache all over, like growing pains, only more intense.

As his body gained more muscle mass, it also started growing bigger. His height of 6'5" was a thing of the past as he started to reach the 7' mark, his arms growing to match his new increase in height. As he reached 7'2" he felt the pain start to recede, only to be focused on the lower part of his face. He watched as his face pushed out into a feline muzzle, his teeth changing into those of a carnivore. As his face pushed out, his nosed turned up, becoming flat. As the skin darkened, his upper lip seemed to almost split as it was drawn up towards his changing nose. As the pain faded away, Kyle realized that he now had the face of a lion...a 7'2" striped lion.

As the changes sank into him, he felt a strange sensation, almost as if his body was beginning to inflate. He watched in awe as his new muscles started to become less defined as fat grew over them. His stomach pushed outwards, hanging over his waist, as his chest started to grow flabbier. His cheeks and jaw also started to round out, giving him a friendlier look as the fat continued to grow over muscle. The sensation of inflating stopped just as suddenly as it had started. Kyle was now a 7'2" chubby striped lion.

As he grew accustomed to his new size, his attention drifted downward. He saw his human member still hanging between his legs, his balls covered in fur but tiny compared to the rest of him. As he watched, his balls began to swell, becoming the size of large oranges in a matter of minutes. His penis began to harden with the attention it was now receiving, standing at full attention in front of him. He began to purr softly to himself, the sight arousing him a bit.

Reaching down, he wrapped his furred paw around his 8" shaft. It felt harder than it ever had to begin with, and as he started stroking it, the member in his paw started to grow longer and thicker. As it passed 10", Kyle could see that it was slowly becoming redder, and pointed at the tip. As he continued stroking it, tiny barbs formed near the head of his shaft, pricking his palms. As his penis grew, the base of the shaft grew a fold of fur-covered flesh - his new sheath. His penis continued to grow, just passing the 14" mark while becoming as thick as a beer can. The new striped lion had a shaft to match his new size.

Gripping his new length firmly in his paw, his purrs turned to soft moans as he pulled his paw upwards and slowly dragged it down, the pads on his new paws causing sensations Kyle had never felt before. Pressing back against the wall behind him, he worked his paw over his cock, squeezing every so often as drops of yellowed precum oozed out from his pointed tip, across his fingers and slid down his furred balls to the ground below.

He gasped as his pads passed over his barbs, the sensations heightening than ever before as he squeezed himself firmly. Reaching down, he rubbed his other paw on his balls, rolling them in his palm as he closed his eyes. Kyle couldn't think of the last time it felt so good just to masturbate. He also couldn't remember the last time he did it in public but none of that seemed to matter to him now anyway. He sped up his strokes, precum splattering to the ground faster as his balls bounced in his paw.

Panting softly, he removed his paw from his balls and thought for a moment. He looked at his sharp claws, wondering if what he was thinking would be such a good idea...but fuck it, he was already masturbating in a public alley after turning into a stripped lion so why not? Opening his mouth, he slipped a finger inside, licking and wetting the fur. Taking extra care because of his claw, he reached behind him and felt under his tail, poking around between his big, soft cheeks for his puckered hole.

As he pressed his claw lightly against his hole, he murred softly, relaxing his muscles as his finger slowly gained entrance into his backside. The sensation of his hole spreading to accommodate his thick finger caused his cock to spurt more pre across his paw and balls. Yep, this was definitely a good idea, Kyle thought as he slowly worked his finger in and out of his rectum, pressing around to search for his prostate.

Working his paw up and down his cock faster, he presses carefully on his prostate, the pre becoming a bit thicker and gaining more volume. He closed his eyes, letting memories and fantasies of his boyfriend flood his mind as he slowly worked a second finger into his tight hole.

He grunted at the addition of his second finger, the striped lion's hole stretching farther as his orgasm neared. Gripping his paw tight on his cock, he stroked faster, the tighter grip providing a better "hole" of sorts as his balls twitched and drew closer to his warm body. With a loud roar, he aimed his penis upwards as spurt after spurt of warm cum painted his tummy, chest, and even managed to hit his feline nose.

Gasping, Kyle let his cock go, the rest of his semen hitting the wall across from him, thick tendrils of creamy, milky, yellowed cum oozed down the bricks as his orgasm continued. After a short while, his orgasm subsided, the wall in front of him soaked and dripping in fresh semen. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from his hole. The muscle contracting a bit before relaxing back to its former state--albeit a bit less tight.

Kyle looked down at himself, covered in his own cum and wondered exactly how it all happened...and what he'd do next. He looked at his shorts and wasn't exactly sure if those would fit on his new form, but he picked them up still since he couldn't just leave them there. Peeking his head out, he looked around outside the alley. Night had already fallen so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to get back home.

As he walked along the darkened alley, he was careful to not run into anyone who was walking through downtown bar crawling. He reached his house and quietly snuck inside and up to his room. What now? What will people think? As questions about his new, furred body arose, he dug around in the pockets in his shorts to find his wallet. As he pulled out his IDs he noticed something strange, the pictures and information had changed. He was now known as a large, furry lion with striped fur.

Laying back on his bed, Kyle allowed his mind to go through the events of the day. He wondered if the tattoo could've really caused all of this. Looking over at his laptop, he hit a few keys, bringing up his music player. Turning it on random, he closed his eyes as the music started. Rush, his favorite band started to play and his feline ears perked at the song. Cygnus X-1 Book One: The Voyage. He loved this song, maybe one of his favorite songs ever.

He had found what he'd like to be called. Why would a striped lion be named Kyle? The name was nice but it seemed to fit his old human form better. From now on, he'd be "Cygnus". "Cygnus the Striped Lion"? He wasn't exactly sure of his species...but for now, he was sure of his name.

Picking up his university ID, he blinked as his name changed right before his eyes from "Kyle" to "Cygnus". At least he wouldn't have to explain anything to anyone. They'd probably just accept it since everything else seemed to have changed. Smiling at this, he closed his eyes and yawned as he fell asleep. It had been a very long day. Maybe he'd get another tattoo someday...