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Flynn wandered around a large crafts fair looking for anything of interest. Several booths had typical things like paintings, glass sculptures, and clothes, but Flynn wanted to get something unique. He looked over noticing one booth that seemed to have several metallic objects. "Hm?" He walked over curiously, seeing metal boots, helmets, and various accessories. But what really stood out to him was a silver gauntlet... "Wow.." He stared. "You like it?" A voice said. Flynn looked up seeing the man running the booth.

The man had glasses and a white jacket over his upper body. He was medium size with a bit of a potbelly to boot. Combing through his brown short hair the man picked up the gauntlet and marveled by its beauty. "Ain't it a nice work of art? This took me hours to get down pitch-perfect. Though I'm pretty sure I got it patched up nice and tidy for someone like you." The gentleman behind the booth said as he handed the gauntlet to Flynn. "No charge. Just give me a good show, alright?"

"Huh?" Flynn blinked confused. Nevertheless, he took the gauntlet and put it on his right hand. It felt comfortable, and rather light on his arm. As he secured it into place, he wiggled his fingers feeling how well it moved. It was surprisingly easy for him to wear it. Something began to stir in his mind. Why wouldn't it be easy? He had it his whole life. His arm started to throb and slowly began to thicken and grow. The growth spread into his chest and made its way towards his other arm.

Sitting in his booth chair the man watched Flynn's right hand growing inside of the gauntlet. The once small gauntlet now turning massive as each one of Flynn's fingers cracked and snapped back into place. Both of his arms were swelling as the sleeves of Flynn's shirt was struggling to hold on. Once thick red fur was appearing out of the torn-up sleeves Flynn was scratching at his chest while he looked up towards the man. He looked confused as he placed a hand over his head as if Flynn was beginning to have a headache. "You alright there, kid?"

"I don't know..." Flynn groaned rubbing his forehead. His hair shortened into fur wth a slight mohawk coming from the top. Flynn's chest swelled and stretched outwards in all directions. His shirt started to tear, and Flynn scratched at it uncomfortably. "Why am I wearing this thing anyway?" He said as he grabbed it, and ripped his shirt off with one quick tug, exposing his chiseled abs and pumped up pectorals, which continued to grow.

Flynn started rubbing his own nipples within his confusion. He groaned once he was feeling pleasure from within himself. At that moment he noticed his pants were getting tight with his dick pressing against the material while his ass was ballooning out of proportion. The young man kept growling as he could hear the back of his pants exploding outwards as his ass flung out into two perfect spheres. As Flynn was touching his ass because of how sore it was the gentleman behind the booth was smiling. "Seems like you are enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Flynn said with a cocky grin. His voice grew deeper and more manly. His ears stretched out a little and moved higher up on his head until they were pointed and flopped down a little. His feet swelled up too, bursting out of his shoes and socks to support his growing body. His pants may have been gone, but his underwear still clung to him, desperately holding on for dear life. This wouldn't last much longer, as below his dick, Flynn's ballsack began to fill up and grow out like a water balloon.

As the underwear was stretching to its limit Flynn's ballsack was growing to the size of cannonballs. He pulled a hand into his underwear and rubbed his dick now poking its head out. Each stroke made Flynn feel good as his mouth region pulled out into a masculine muzzle with his nose moving upwards and forming into a small black snout. "I feel pretty hot, to be honest with ya." The hunk mumbled as his eyebrows grew thick and brown. Once his blue eyes turned green his dick and balls finally emerged from his underwear and plopped out in two large packages. "Thinking about hitting a few guys around here. Know a few good places I can find some?"

"Pretty much anywhere." The man shrugged. "Thanks." The human wasn't a human anymore, he was a large and in charge bandicoot, who could do whatever he wanted whenever and wherever he wanted. "By the way, names Crunch." He winked at the man, before turning and stomping off. Scrotum swinging, and butt bouncing, ready for some REAL fun.