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It all started with that damn backpack I bought the other day. Ironically, school was almost over. I would step into junior high and be with the big kids, and I'd feel like a grown up. At least a little bit, anyway. Oops, almost forgot to mention. My name is Jake, Jake Greene. Some call me "G.I. Jake," but that doesn't really mean much to me sometimes. It's a cool nickname and all, but it's just a nickname. I was only gonna be thirteen this June. Man, I'd have the coolest birthday party for a thirteen year old you would see. I'm talking inflatable slides and bounce castles, music, tons of junk food, and sweets to go around for everyone.

Wait...I'm getting off topic. Where was I before? Ah, the backpack. One day my backpack had been so worn and torn for years that it just stopped working and fell apart, my science book probably the cause. It was the only book I had in there at the time so my guess would be that. The next day we, my mom and I, were grocery shopping. I saw a backpack that looked like a spiky-green shell. My mom, getting confused with some things easily, thought it was a Teenage mutant ninja turtles backpack, with the shell being green and all. She bought it for me because it was less than five bucks, but it looked like it was worth more than ten bucks and so on.

When we get back home from grocery shopping, my mom urges me to try the new backpack. Of course I said no at first and wanted to play my videogames. We came to an agreement that I'd try the backpack on and I would get some treats afterwards. I can be spoiled and rotten sometimes.

Trying the backpack on, it was a good, comfy fit. And it looked like it can fit a lot of stuff in there. The straps weren't constricting my shoulders so that was a good thing too. I didn't look like a dork with it on, so I figured I world keep it and use it for school and stuff. Then when I tried to take it off, the shoulder straps were gone. It was stuck to my back.

At that point, I was confused, and kinda worried. I didn't want to have this thing on my back 24/7, but some part of me told me I would. My "inner voice," my conscience. The backpack felt heavier and heavier by the minute because it was turning into an actual shell. Not only that, but it felt real too, and it was growing to cover by back in it. As this happens, I feel myself growing taller and bigger as my back grows and widens to make more room for the expanding shell to cover up.

My bones cracked like crazy and my muscles were spasming, some of them surging and growing. My legs bulked up as well as my back, keeping me balanced and steady for my changing body. My skin hardened and became yellow, thick scaly hide, with rippled, apricot-like colored skin on my chest and belly. My face was developing green scales, and I saw some spiked bands and braces form on my neck, and my wrists.

I looked at my hands as I saw one finger shrink into my hand and disappear, making me have four fingers per clawed-hand, and I also looked at my wrists. No way, I thought. This can't be right. I know who has spiked bands like that ok their wrist. But before I could process the thought completely, I felt my arms and torso beef up and swell with surging, pumping, and powerful muscles. With Heath heartbeat, now sounding a little louder, faster, and deeper, I felt the blood reach all throughout my body during this weird and unexpected transformation. It was...a new feeling I had. I couldn't describe it in words exactly, partially because I felt I wasn't finished yet.

My arms and legs were huge, and I saw and felt my head change into that of Bowser, one of the coolest and more popular and favorited villain in video games. My spine extended a little to grow out a tail with two spikes on it. I swayed it a little to get blood flow back there. My feet had changed, having three toes per foot. Both my hands and feet had some short, sharp claws, sharp enough to scratch any itch on my new scaly skin.

I felt a swelling in my belly. Unlike a swelling of muscles or anything, it grew out to be a little bit of a potbelly, or musclegut as some call it elsewhere. It was big, but not too big for me to see me over it and see my feet and legs. My bigger pecs had a little bit of the fat added to it, but they didn't lose any significant definition muscle-wise.

The only piece of clothing I had left was a pair of blue boxers that looked a little too small. Well...way too small. I grew so much and so much bigger that when my "bulge" started to grow out and increase in size, it shredded my undies to pieces. Not only that, but my privates also changed and grew. But I could care less for that at the time.

I stood there, panting in my childish voice, but my vocal chords stretched and stretched, deepening my voice every minute. Pretty soon I sounded like Bowser, indistinguishable from any recent game with him in it.

It was over, and I felt weird, opening my ruby red eyes, blinking a few times. Man, I've never seen such sharper picture and more colors than the T.V. in the living room downstairs. My ears were little holes, but I could hear so much now, even the lawn mower a few houses over. With my new nose, I could smell the sweat I built up, my torn, sweaty socks more than needed, and I could smell the groceries we picked up earlier.

I got out the measuring tape and sized and measures myself up. I grew to be 7"2. I was much taller than I thought. And with this incredible amount of strength, muscle, and a little tummy chubbiness, I guessed I would be at least a couple hundred pounds. And that doesn't even count my shell on my back.

I tried to say something, but it came out as a weak roar for the first time. I covered my mouth instantly after, scared my mom would hear a monster in her son's bedroom. Only this monster was her son. I turned around and saw my room and bed change. It was bigger and sturdier for me, and my wallpapers were now some lame first person shooters (advanced warfare and battlefront), pathetic MMOs (the division), and some Pokemon wallpapers. I had a laptop and a desk and everything. All my action figures in my toy chest I never gave up turned into a treasure chest full of consoles and video games. Next to that was some weights to lift. And a thought came to my mind. I was 27 years old...Or I am 27. But...I'm 13? Aren't I? Or was?

Then it hit me in my stomach. I was hungry, and my stomach was growling. I was really, really hungry, and I wanted to ask my mom. But...wouldn't she freak out and faint? And what's dad gonna say? He'll probably faint too! Great...now I had to decide.

I decided to go for it and have no regrets if this failed. I saw my clothes changed, now much larger sizes to fit me. On my bed was this blue pair of underwear. Shrugging off, I decided to only wear that. I care about my growling stomach more than putting clothes on at that time. I go out my room and walk downstairs. With every step was like a "thoomp" sound, and I had to duck my head a little so I wouldn't hit the ceiling above the stairs. I see my mom in the kitchen sorting out groceries and humming a tune. Walking up to her slowly into the kitchen, I swallow nervously, making a "gulp" sound, and I begin to ask her...

"H-hey Mom?" I was still shocked my voice was so deep, yet it was mine.

"Yes, sweetie?" She didn't look back at me.

"Uhh...May I have some lunch you could make for me?"

"Sure thing, honey. What are you hungry for?"

"Well...what do we have that we can make?"

She laughed a little, "Oh there's hardly anything I can't feed you and that you won't like, Bowser!"

That's when everything paused. The clock, the world, the hole universe. It all stopped and my mind had never been so white or blank since birth. Did she just say that? My name is Jake, not Bowser. What's going on? Why is this happening!? What's happening to me and my life!? (First world problem).

"W-what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just made a joke is all."

"Heh! Heh..." I chuckled nervously, still processing what's going on.

"Oh I know! We have some meat lover's pizza in the basement from the local gas station that makes pizza. You know what I'm talking about?"

As if on queue, I did know about it. I'd never been there, yet I remember going into it to get gas or get some pizza from there. It was weird. But the pizza came to mind, and my mind and mouth both drooled at the remembrance of that pizza. The cheese, the meats, the crust. All of which are heavenly delicious.

On that note, I nodded. "Yeah, I do. That sounds reeealy good right now."

My mom chuckled, "All right then, Bowsey! Just wait patiently and I'll get that pizza for you, fresh and ready to go!"

"Okay. Thanks mom."

She turned around and gave me her motherly, encouraging, and positive smile, "You're welcome, of course! I can't just have you starve around here now, can I?"

She hugged me and even kissed me. Of course I hugged her back, but I couldn't tell if I hugged too hard or not hard and embracing enough to show my appreciation. Either way, I didn't see her complain.

Ten minutes later, I see a fresh, hot meat lover's pizza on the table. Without hesitation, I grab my plate, grab three slices, put them on my plate, and begin to demolish and devour the first slice in my mouth. Tasting the pepperoni, the ham, Canadian bacon, the sausage, all of it. It never felt and tasted so good with all my new and improved senses. I wolfed down those slices like the beast I felt I had become. But my mother saw me eat like this and just smiled, as if this wasn't the first time she witnessed this. As long as it would keep me fed, she could care less about how I eat. Informally, at least. I knew I had manners before and after I transformed, but I knew much more after.

I ate the whole pizza, the king sized one, slice-by-slice. I was full and satisfied afterwards, belching and putting a hand on my belly.

"Thanks for the pizza, Mom," I said to her as I go toward the stairs, upwards and into my room.

"You're welcome, Bowsey. I'm glad you liked it!"

I spent time in my room flexing my muscles and exploring my body more. I did some measuring for my junkmail and all. Seven inches. I never knew what that looked like before until now. And "they" were pretty big to accommodate. It felt weird to look at myself like this, but I'll eventually get used to it. Feeling tired after digesting that pizza, I got into my bed and felt my eyes slowly close and get fired from keeping themselves open. I didn't know if I snored or not. But that wasn't the main address of the problem. What would be hard, maybe, was living my life. Not as Jake, but as Bowser.

I guess I'm a big boy now...