A New Year of Electric Muscles (Preview)

“Here ya are!” The Delibird pulled out a small package from his sack, handing it over to the chubby anthro Raichu. It was about the size of a shoebox, the sender's name on it saying “Muscles R U Inc”.

The sight brought a smile to the Raichu man. “There we go!” He eagerly took the package from the icy bird guy and held it excitedly. “I'd say I was waiting forever for this, but this was a lot faster than I expected. I ordered it the day before New Year's!” Specifically, it was now the morning after New Year's.

“That's just the Delibird Express way!” the Icemon chuckled, “Always fast and speedy when it comes to deliveries!” He tipped his cap. “You have a nice day and enjoy that package!”

With that, the bird left as the Raichu closed the door to his apartment. He hurried the package over to his table in the living room and tore it open. Inside was a Machoke belt and a pair of Machoke tights. It was just what he ordered.

Kiba the Raichu had made his own New Year's Resolution. Looking down at himself, he pressed a paw against the shirt covering his soft, flabby gut. That weight? He wanted to change that. He wanted to slim down to a fitter, healthier shape. Perhaps maybe get fit and gain some muscle while he was at it.

Last year, he attempted that. He tried exercising more, eating differently, and all of that jazz. Luck did not shine upon him unfortunately. This year though? It would be different! He was going to try something out of the box.

Something a bit more unusual and perhaps a little… questionable. He had seen an ad for something called the “Muscle Belt”. It promised the wearer the strength, fitness, and gains of a Machoke. It didn't matter what mon they were, the results would be the same. There was even an option for Machamp, but Kiba settled for the step below that.

It seemed like a scam, but doing some research seemed to give him hope. At least, it was enough hope to try such a silly thing like this.

As such, he needed absolute, total privacy. Even though he was alone, Kiba checked his room and bathroom. He looked out the peephole of his apartment and then closed all the blinds. No need for anyone to look in on him.

Once he felt comfortable, he slipped off his pants and dropped his underwear. He put them in a pile on the sofa and looked back in the box. I feel silly. He took a deep breath, his belly raising in before falling back with a jiggle. But, let's do this.

Kiba grabbed the tights and slipped them on up his legs and over his crotch. Living up to their name, they were indeed fairly tight on him. Not too bad in the crotch, but they gripped his fat bum and chubby thighs a bit too much.

They also oddly felt warm, but that could've been because of the squeezing by itself.

He slipped the belt on and clicked it into place. He took a deep breath and relaxed, letting his shoulders droop. Sooo, how long is this going to-

That warmth below suddenly felt a lot hotter, and it wasn't because of the squeezing. In fact, his tights felt a tad more comfy on him, no longer chafing his lower part.

Then, there was the twitching across his body, followed by the vibrations. What the… His legs got it the most, wobbling like there on uneven, constantly shifting ground.

It forced Kiba to look down at them. The sight caused him to gasp. His fur was retracting. It slowly pulled back into his skin, leaving it exposed and perfectly smooth. Curiously, despite the lack of fur, his legs were still orange, the pigment taking on his fuzz's color.