"Harmful Roc" - Lycanroc Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Midday Lycanroc Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Jack walked through the forest in search for berries or shrooms in the worst case. He walked until he stumbled upon a weird place that he never noticed before. It was full of what appeared to be ancient architecture. Although unfortunately it appeared like most of the buildings around were in ruins, which still had its charms.

The man walked around the place making notes and even sketches of the most interesting structures. It practically seemed like a forsaken city. Jack wondered why nobody in his town even spoke of this place or further examined its hidden mysteries. Jack didn’t know that was precisely the point, most elderly people didn’t tell anyone about this place because they deemed it cursed.

Unaware of this Jack continued to explore for a while longer. He knew he’d need better gear and equipment to fully uncover the secrets of this place. At some point he was ready to leave and so he turned on his foot, made a step. Instantly his foot, sock and shoe got pierced by an incredibly sharp needle-like rock. “Gaaah! What in the hell…?” – He exclaimed in pain and looked down at his skewered extremity.

It hurt like hell, but the strange rock wasn’t overly thick, so Jack decided to just pull his foot off. “Gh, should’ve been more careful. Ugh-nghah!” – He screamed once more when he managed to pull off his foot off the spike. The man glanced at the spike and saw his blood all over it, which almost shined in the current light.

Jack shook his head and pulled off his shoe to wrap something around his foot to stop the bleeding. He would’ve done that if not for what he saw. Through his sock there many strange hair were sticking out and they didn’t resemble his body hair in the slightest. They were white and constantly lengthening. “Was this spike poisoned or something? This can’t be real. How did this hair get into my freaking-“ – Jack muttered as he took off his sock just to reveal his foot, albeit covered sparsely in the white hair.

“No… Just no. I must be hallucinating…” – He said to himself as he leaned against some tree and touched his foot to make sure his theory was true. Unluckily for Jack he felt the hair were real and they started covering his foot and leg more densely turning into actual fur. “Fur! Oh shit, I- I’m growing actual fur. Please tell me its reversable…” – He groaned as he started taking off his other shoe.

To his horror his other foot was changing similarly, it was getting furry and what’s worse both of his extremities began to ache and make the man wince in discomfort. The bones in his lower legs and feet began to grind against each other and lengthen slowly forcing the man to stay solely on his tiptoes. “Noooo! It’s getting worse, I need to get help. I-“ -Jack stopped when he felt his hands start to cramp.

He gulped and brought his hands closer to examine. His fingernails were darkening and turning somewhat thicker at their cores. Jack’s hands began to tremble, not only from the shock and terror, but also because the bones in them began to change. The man stared speechlessly as his thumb and pinky fingers started to shrink and shorten. They didn’t hurt much, but mainly because all the nerves in them dissolved along with every other tissue until they got completely absorbed by Jack’s hands. The man was left with three fingers on each hand, but worse yet he noticed how his altering hands began to resemble something animalistic – A pair of paws, pokemon paws…

Jack started to hyperventilate as he stared at his mishappen hands. His remaining digits shortened as well, while the nails took increasingly more space. At the same time his dark nails started to sharpen and gradually turn into full-fledged claws. “How is this happening to me?! There must be a w-way to stop this!” – Jack yelled and started looking around for the rock that pierced his foot, but it was nowhere to be seen as it was hiding in plain sight.

The man looked down and noticed how his feet were now resembling paws similar to those that his hands turned into. His toenails were now strong, resilient claws and each of his foot had only three digits. Jack tried to make a step and start looking for the stone, his only chance to possibly stop the changes. His plan failed almost immediately as walking on two legs proven impossible and with a gasp followed by a thud the man fell onto his belly and chin.

“Ughhh… On two legs or on all fours – Doesn’t matter. I’ll get to that damn stone and retrieve my humanity…!” – Jack announced and started clumsily walking on all fours, as much as the unpleasant changes allowed him to. He felt his entire skeleton alter. The fur that initially started covering only his feet has now spread further and covered his entire lower body. It itched, but thankfully with a few more steps Jack’s trousers and underwear slid off his thinning down legs and narrowing hips.

Despite it allowing him to move better it felt bizarre to suddenly lose some of the crucial clothing he wore everyday. It also felt like losing his clothing meant losing more of his human body, so it was demotivating in a way. Jack looked back and gasped when he noticed something strange. A subtle bump formed above his butt and now that he realised it was there, he felt it throb and lengthen.

“It can’t be it… A ta-tail…?!” – He gasped and stared as his forming appendage grew longer and started sprouting white fur like that on his lower legs. Slowly the tail reached full length, which meant its tip touching the ground almost. Jack realised that his tail fur was very bushy. Besides that his tail was instinctively lifting up and staying in such an iconic position without going down much.

Jack opened his mouth in shock when he felt the light brown fur climb his chest already. At the same time the man realised that he wasn’t really able to move his arms like he would formerly, mainly because the joints in them were less rotary. Jack felt several snaps and he quickly realised that those were his legs gaining more digitigrade shapes and alignment.

Jack felt his pelvis crunch which meant that he wouldn’t get onto two legs any time soon. His stomach caved inwards and gave his form a more agile appearance. When Jack felt his ribcage start to reform he decided to quickly take off his shirt, which wasn’t easy with his paws. His chest barrelled out slightly while retaining a lithe, canine look.

Long tufts of white fur started to sprout from the man’s shifting neck. His neck was becoming more flexible and slightly longer, while at the same time shifting at the base to fit his quadrupedal form more. At the same time Jack’s torso got fully covered in light brown fur. “I’m done for…” – Jack yelped expecting his head to change next, but to his shock he felt odd throbbing in several spots of his neck.

As long white mane of fur finished growing around his neck something else started to push out of it as well. Sharp, dark brown and bony spikes began to grow out of Jack’s neck in four spots. They were sharp at the tips and thicker at their bases so they stretched his flesh unpleasantly as they grew, but when they fully formed the pain stopped. Jack stared at the intimidating protrusions in awe as he finally realised what he was turning into.

“I’m turning into a lycanroc! This lysn’t sroc bad. Ly? Lyc- Lycanroc!” – Jack was so caught up in the realisation that he failed to pay attention to his voice, which completely turned into pokemon calls. Lycanroc certainly wasn’t a bad pokemon to turn into, but it was a pokemon nonetheless and that scared Jack. He would preferably regain his human form, but it was too late now. As he tried to scream for help again it all came out as simple pokemon calls.

His remaining human hair that he had on his scalp started changing colour and becoming light brown fur. Jack blinked in disbelief that this was really his end as a human. As he did his eyes turned light blue. Fur slowly crept all over his face and it was mainly white around it. The man’s ears started to thin down and move to the top of his shifting head where they became pointier and decisively more canine.

Jack stared at his nose cross-eyed as it slowly turned darker and turned moist. Jack felt his tongue loll out of his mouth as it began to lengthen. In the meantime his teeth started to sharpen and turn into sharp fangs. His lips darkened and turned glossy. Jack growled in discomfort as his face started to push out into a muzzle. He began pawing at it, realising that his entire head was gaining more canine form. Thankfully the growth didn’t take too long and Jack was finally able to take a breather as his muzzle fully pushed out.

Jack collapsed onto his side, exhausted and defeated. Just to feel the transformative throbbing somewhere unexpected. His eyes widened and he looked down between his hind legs. His manhood was still there, but mostly unchanged. The foreskin was already looking inhuman as it began changing into a fluffy sheathe. Despite it being worrying, the sight was also strangely arousing.

Jack stuck out his tongue and watched as his cock slowly came out of the sheathe that began to attach itself to his belly. His cock looked different, the tip started sharpening and the flesh was turning red. Jack moaned as he felt something form inside of his canine prick, a penile bone which made his red rocket stiffer. His cock tilted upwards a bit into more feral position, its tip turned tapered and decisively canine. The entire shaft came out of its warm pouch and Jack noticed that the base of his cock was swelling. A bulbous knot was forming and making him harder than previously.

The changes slowly ended, but Jack’s lust didn’t. With a whimper Jack bent over and started sucking on his red rocket. It felt like a bittersweet reward for the fact that he endured the changes. Now he wanted to claim his prize and so he caressed his complex manhood with his prehensile tongue. The movement of his muzzle and occasional rubbing of his teeth against his manhood did it for him. He felt his balls pull up in the furry sack. His cock started to throb and pulsate inside his warm maw as it began to shoot loads of cum. Jack threw his head back in pleasure and licked his glistening lips clean, then laid his head on the ground to rest for a bit.

He was so spent that he fell asleep. Only to wake up hours later when it was dark as his sensitive ears heard human voices. Jack jumped up onto all fours and started whimpering, realising that he was still a lycanroc – It wasn’t just a dream that he changed into one. The footsteps got louder and Jack noticed two people coming in his direction. “Look what we have here! A midday lycanroc…” – One of the trainers said with a chuckle…