During a beautiful day out on the beach, Lewis walked down to the sand, wearing his blue swim trunks, while carrying around a shovel. He often digs the shovel onto the ground, often times trying his best to form the perfect sand castle. Even when he wasn't so great at building them, he always tried his best, especially to those who made fun of him for it. One day, he was tired, and frustrated, that he marched down to the beach, and began digging like a race car driver. The sand flew everywhere, falling from behind, and in front of him, while other passerby's watched with interest.

Lewis sighed. He often just dug a hole whenever he was frustrated to try and vent his anger. He was almost called down when he looked up and groaned as some jerks who constantly picked on him stomped over. "Hey look! The loser is digging a grave for himself so we don't have to see him anymore!" One person laughed. "That isn't my name..." Lewis groaned clenching his fist in irritation. "Of course it isn't!" Another guy sneered. "His name is dirtbag remember?" "You guys are the dirtbags..." Lewis mumbled. "What was that?!" The big guys glared angrily.

Lewis got up, gripping onto the boy's body, and yelled. "I said you are the-" Suddenly, the others grabbed him by the arms, and pulled Lewis away from the kid. He tried to force his way out yet he was too weak to handle their own strength. He groaned, hating how everyone seemed to pick on him, and only watch for his failures. He wants to be stronger, better, and more precise with his sand building, yet he wasn't good enough. The kid grabbed him by the neck and sneered. "Whip the sand off of your face, dirtbag!"

They laughed and smacked him. "Hey, if you love the sand so much, why don't you live in it!" They sneered as they swung his body, and threw him into the hole he had dug. They all turned and laughed cruelly as Lewis' head was nearly buried. He groaned and pulled his head out of the sand, shaking the loose bits out from his hair, and coughing. "I hate those guys so much..." Lewis clenched his fist and angrily pounded the sand, only to hear a thud. "Huh?" He blinked.

Lewis kneeled down onto the ground, examining a small item that seemed to be stuck in the sand, and began to dig it out with his shovel. Eventually, he caught on to what looked like a red miners cap, with a headlight above the forehead. Lewis was curious as to why a miner would be working around the beach when there was no sign of digging or even miners walking along the sand. He placed it over his head, looking into the waters, and watched his reflection.

He sighed and stared at himself. Its true.. he was a wimp... But as Lewis starred, his face began to change. his nose pulled outwards, stretching into a muzzle. His cheeks pushed out to the sides, forcing his ears to rise up and fold back some. Lewis' hair started to turn gray and pulled back into his head before it began to spread down across the rest of his face. He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them they were yellow.

He sighed and stared at himself. It's true... He was a wimp... But as Lewis starred, his face began to change. His nose pulled outwards, stretching into a muzzle. His cheeks pushed out to the sides, forcing his ears to rise up and fold back some. Lewis' hair started to turn gray and pulled back into his head before it began to spread down across the rest of his face. He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them they were yellow.

"I guess I am a dirtbag..." Lewis mumbled, his voice sounded older and comical. As the fur grew down to his arms, his shoulder blades rounded, with muscles firming his biceps, widening with each pull of his found strength, lengthening each arm to the size of logs. His hands pushed out, growing in size, fattening with muscles, while his fingers grew chubby and long. At this point, Lewis noticed his arms flexing with muscles, thick, and strong as he began to admire himself. "Well, I guess I got some muscle going on for myself, don't I?"

He grinned as he flexed his arms, feeling his biceps swell to a size around the size of basketballs. "I guess I'm not that bad after all." He smiled looking at his arms. Lewis didn't notice the feeling start to spread downwards to his torso. More fur started to sprout on his chest and stomach, but this fur was white. The gray fur continued to grow around it. Lewis' chest pushed outwards some as he gained muscle inside, and felt some abs start to pop out underneath his fur. "Hm, and I guess I DO have a good healthy stomach here!" He smiled knocking on his abs.

Lewis grimaced, a giant grey fluffy tail pushing out of his tailbone, flapping onto the ground behind him. "Strong to swipe my enemies off of their feet!" The grey fur moved down to his legs, with his thighs bulging with strength, causing his calves to even tense with muscle ballooning outwards. Lewis felt like he was strong enough to run a marathon if he could, as his feet grew from a size seven to a twelve, while his heels grew further back. His toes stretched, two of them merging into his feet, while his nails grew into claws and turned black.

As he grew, his clothes tore off from the strain of his larger body. He was left naked, but with his body covered in fur, it didn't matter to him. No one gave him a second look either. Lewis smiled as he stood up, with nothing but his miner's hat on. "Yeah," he chuckled. "I am Dirtbag!" He turned and walked further up the beach. As he walked, a boot started to form on his left foot, and tattered pants on his legs. His black pants also had a hole for his thick tail. "Hm..." Dirtbag looked down at himself "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to wear black pants on a sunny day, especially with all my fur." He shrugged it off and continued on.

Dirtbag adjusted his pants, not realizing a bright red belt formed around the straps, and locking into place. Eventually, he stopped trying to keep his pants up, especially when he already had a belt on. "Oh man! This sand is making me itchy!" Dirtbag proclaimed, scratching his abdominals, while his green worker vest formed around his upper body, with his straps wrapping around his shoulders. Suddenly, he placed his hand down, no longer bothered by the sand, as long as he had his trusty vest on him at all times.

He also suddenly found he didn't need to carry his shovel anymore as a large backpack formed behind him on the straps. With that on his back, why did he need to lug enough his digging equipment? "Hehe," Dirtbag grinned as he saw the jerks who were picking on him earlier. "Excuse me," He said tapping one of them on the shoulder. "Were you asking for me earlier?" "Uh.." They blinked and starred at the sneering mole, and how buff he was. "Whats the matter? afraid of some little mole who crawled out of the sand?" Dirtbag sneered.

"Wait, you are that kid we... How the hell did you-" Dirtbag quickly grabbed the kid by the head and stuffed him in the sand. He laughed, not caring for the kid screaming his head off since his voice was muffled by the minerals and rocks. Eventually, he threw him back up to the surface, allowing the kid to breathe, while Dirtbag laughed. "You kids crackle me up! The fact you even bully those smaller than you yet you can't face up to me. Heck, if you want me to show just how much better I am, then I'll give you a castle to play in."

Dirtbag grinned as he whipped out his shovel and other tools. He started by shoveling and making a large pile of sand. Thanks to his big strong body, it took almost no time and no effort on his part. People started to gather and watch as he used his chubby fingers, and even his tail to start smoothing out the sand forming walls. Once he had the general shape made, Dirtbag grinned as he extended his claws, and began to get to work on the detail.

His claws often smoothed out the edges, corners, and even curves that often obscure the structure of the sand. Dirtbag worked as a train professional, as the sand castle looked more like a fortress. Its buildings, pillars, and walls were wildly detailed as if you could actually live inside of the castle itself. It was pretty big as well, towering around six feet, with the crowd gapping at its design and beauty. Dirtbag smiled, watching the kids who bullied him earlier in total shock. "Guess you're the dirtbags after all, huh?"

He chuckled and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Yup, I'm pretty good at this" He smiled. He looked out to see the tide starting to come in. "Eh, oh well. Next time I can make a better one." He shrugged, knowing it would be destroyed soon. Dirtbag turned and stomped off, leaving his creation behind. But soon, the sands on the beach would become something else marvelous. When he returned the next day.