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Another dark and cold night in January. There were barely any leaves on the trees, but the ones on the ground were stained with brown and orange, looking like the dirt on the ground. The grass was not green and inviting. It was a pale dark yellow, dead blanket of depression, awkwardness, and despair. The trees, gray and leafless, standing there on the ground like gargoyles on churches, cathedrals, and other buildings with them. But with all that scenery, there was a house. Surrounded by a white picket-fence, it still proved to be a small house. It was really meant for one person to live in.

Inside the house, in the living room, was a dude named Max, sitting and leaning back on the couch as he gazed his half-tired eyes on the television. Scrolling the channels by clicking the remote each second, he wanted to see if there was anything good on. He looked to his wristwatch, it saying the time. 11:08 P.M. He sighed and kept scrolling on, hoping to not have his night wasted away.

"Man, there is nothing on. Guess this is why I use Netflix and YouTube more often. 'Cause there isn't shit on the T.V. anymore, especially this late at night."

As he scrolls onward, he sees an ad for a second, then changes the channel. He stopped. Odd enough, he was curious as to what the previous channel's commercial was. Scrolling back, he saw some stuff about one of his favorite things from when he was a kid to this day. Pokemon. Some nerdy fans that were also makers of materials and such, like the Daft Punk helmets or the Portal Gun, were selling some of their old items they never got back around to. However, one of those items was some big, fancy wrestling belt. It glinted, looking brand new and its metallic/gold section shiny. The belt also came with an authentic Pokeball that looked authentic and real, having some sort of accurate design to the one on the cartoon/anime.

"So call this number to get your dream Pokemon antiques! But hurry. These won't be here for long. Insanely fast free shipping and handling! Call now!"

"Huh," Max said, "Looks legit enough on the T.V. You know what? Why not get this belt? It looks pretty cool and stuff. I could put it in a case and place it somewhere." He leaned over to get his cell phone, dialed up the number on the T.V. screen.

"--Alright. Cool, thanks."

"Thank you for ordering sir! Have a nice day!" The woman working at the company said to Nathan, hanging up after.

Max waited and whistled for five minutes, looking for some news on his phone, until he hears his doorbell ring. He raises an eyebrow, looking away from his phone and to the door. Getting up from his couch and moving to the door, he opens it. Looking out into the dark outside, he couldn't see anything. Standing out there, rubbing his shoulders together to keep warm for a minute, Max started to think he got ding-dong ditched. That was until he looked down to see a box on the welcome mat in front of his feet. It was a medium sized box, taped and wrapped with Nathan's name tagged to it with his address. He picked up the box with both hands, went back inside, shut the door, and put the box down on the table in front of the couch.

"Huh. That was insanely fast shopping. Not bad for twenty bucks, I suppose."

Eager to open it up and to see if his money was worth it, he got out a kitchen knife and cut through the tape. He dug through some pink packing peanuts, he found the Pokeball and the belt that was shown on the T.V. advertisement.

"Woah. This thing is rad. I can't wait to put this in a case somewhere." Max said to himself as he held the belt in the light. He set it on the table and held the Pokeball in his hand. It was just as big as the ones in the anime, looking sturdy and endurant enough to withstand a few throws and hits to the ground. But there was something weird on it, a small inscription. He couldn't read it fully so he had to squint his eyes and hold the Pokeball closer to his eyes.

"'Number 68?' What the hell does that mean?" Before he could say anything else, the Pokeball opened up and flashed a blinding light to Max. He retreats back a few steps, trying to process what just happened, rubbing and blinking his eyes.

"Gah! What the? What was that?" Little did he know is that he started to feel off and odd. His vision blurred for a sec every several seconds, his heart started to beat faster. "Wait a minute...what's going on with my body?"

He looked to his feet as they grew larger, making his long socks look shorter by the second. Until his socks started to rip apart, revealing his bigger feet. Some of his toes shrank and moved closer to each other, until there was only two toes per foot. Not to mention the skin tone of Max's feet turn a light gray color. The change in Max's skin color creeps up his legs as they too change, muscles and bones growing longer, bigger, and sturdier. His legs were bulging, hamstrings, quads, calves, and all. Because of this, his sweats were extremely tight on him, to the brink of shredding from any sudden movements that required bending.

Max's eyes widened and bulged as far as they could go, absolute shock and surprise was his facial expression. He couldn't even begin to say anything, let alone think as he sees what's happening to him. But all that is cut off as he leans over a little, feeling his abdomen pinch from the inside in a sharp pain. That quickly subsides as the little bit of fat on his stomach and abdomen sinks in, only to be shown out as a hard 6 pack forms. Other little muscles that go on his abdomen also form and fit to his new 6 pack.

Before anything else could happen to Max, he felt his back loosen, his nerves unraveling from being so tight from everyday life and stress of...well, everything. Max's back muscles swelled and grew immensely in order for the rest of him to continue through the unexpected changes occurring to him. As his back finished its muscular growth spurt, his torso grew and barreled out as well, his shoulders broadening and growing. His pectorials expanded and grew out, making a mountain of a chest, now with poppable pecs.

Next was Max's arms, the real guns of the show. Nearly all at once, every muscle of Max's left arm grew to fit with his much larger shoulder. His bicep must be as big as a football. Even his hands grew larger to fit with his arms, both turning gray and losing their fingernails. Losing them wasn't painful; they just popped right off. Max's right arm went through the same process, looking symmetrical to his left arm, identical. As all this was completed, the skin turned the same light grey as his legs and feet, Max's nipples turning a darker shade of gray. Max felt two bulges next to his shoulders. They both grew out from little appendages into another set of arms formed, as long and as big as his other two arms. Now all that was left human was his head.

Max gripped his head as it changed, making a little push of a muzzle, his lips swelling and turning cream-yellow-ish. Three ridges formed on his head, his black hair fell off, and his ears shrank until they were tiny holes of where they used to be. He closed his eyes and felt it finish. He opened his now red eyes, and panted from slight exhaustion. His chest and torso was exposed, showing all sheer muscle. As he tried to take a small step toward the couch, he heard his pants shred themselves to nothing. His undergarments were the only piece of clothing on, only they seemed to be different. Instead of simple white boxers, they were some sort of black, stretchy spandex. Like a Speedo or something. It was all he wore, and he blushed heavily at the sight, feeling somewhat embarrassed to see even himself wear that. But he had more to worry about than just that. One final change. His member and jewels grew inside the spandex, making a noticeable bulge in the spandex. Good thing it grew to make it fit him better as well. Otherwise it would be uncomfortable to walk around wearing that all the time.

Max was now fully a Machamp, one of the physically toughest Pokemon out there. He couldn't believe it. This was him and his body. So much physical power and strength coursed through his veins. Now standing at 7"2, taller than a normal Machamp, he looked even stronger and bigger than a normal one. He was ripe and bulging, some veins visible when some muscles were contracted or flexed. He then tried to say something.

"What...what just happened to me---" He covered his mouth, shocked to hear a much more masculine voice, deeper than his original one. His vocal chords must've stretched. "I'm...I'm a Machamp. A legit Machamp. I sorta sound like one, if it could speak English. Well...what now?"

Feeling awfully curious, he flexed his left arm, seeing the veins larger and bulgier on his bicep. A quick little jolt occurred and Max's muscles grew one last time, making them even bigger, but not too big for his head to be minuscule to it. Now his biceps were as big as basketballs. He smiled a little at the sight. He moved his extra set of arms around as if he knew how to work them professionally.

After flexing and posing in multiple ways, Max looked for the Pokeball he dropped when it flashed at him, only to accidentally step on it, causing it to break and shatter under his foot.

"Well, crap. Either it isn't legit, or I'm strong enough to break Pokeballs."

No going back for a refund now. That's when he looked to the belt hanging over one of the chairs on the table. That's when an idea light bulb the shape of a Voltorb appeared over his head. He tried it on, luckily finding it a perfect fit. Now he was a Machamp from head to toe, being powerful and buff as fuck.

"Hmm...Wonder what the 'real package' is like," he said to himself, having a naughty thought in his head. He headed to his room, closing the door and undressing himself with a smile on his face.

"Heh, well I guess it wasn't a waste of money after all..."

The bigger they are, the harder they are to fit through tiny rooms and entryways.