"I don't remember being this hairy" he said to himself, scratching the little bit of stubble that was underneath his chin. As he did, a thick chinstrap beard begin to form. "Woah" he yelled stepping back from the mirror. "What the fuck is happening?" he stammered in a newly baritone voice. "What the fuck?"
Suddenly, his once lean frame began to bulk up. Layers of fat and muscle pilled upon themselves. His biceps exploded, his quads ballooned. . A thick coat of hair spread across his body, covering his once smooth chest in a pelt of fur. "Damn---this feels good" he said dramatically taking off his shirt to examine his body. He began to run his hands across his chest and stomach, as he did so they began to become more defined. Two leather wristbands appeared on him, while his shorts turned plain jeans to tight leather boxer briefs. "Fuck, I'm horny, where's that twink?" Yesterday Robert was picturing scenic weddings a boy he met, now each of those romantic thoughts devolved into lust and primal urges. Robert, or Rod as he now considered himself, began tugging at his crotch which now exploded in girth and size, growing from 7 inches to a full 11. "Hey, faggot!" He yelled out of the bathroom "Daddy needs his boitoy"