Ben Turnow sat panting in the middle of what remained of his apartment, bathing in the pleasurable glow eminating from his horn when he let out a groan of pain. Looking down at his crotch he could see that the horn now began to flare larger where it joined his body, the raised part begining to crawl up the length of the tusk.
Ben didn't hear his clothes shredding as his already muscular body began to bulk up to inhuman levels, the fragments of his room he sat on being crushed to dust beneath the increasing weight of muscle. He couldn't feel anything as the errotic joy the horn caused kicking up a notch.
Despite the fact all of Ben's attention was focused on his crotch, he didn't feel the wave that surged out from it that caused his skin to take on a thick, armored and leathery consistancy. Only the fact his tusk now had doubled in width at the base, while it's point had begun to extend.
As his horn now came close to two feet in length, Ben didn't notice that his voice got deeper and deeper, until it was a rumbling. He was in too much pleasure to even complain when his nose and upper jaw fused together, his nostrils flaring larger and larger as if in reaction.
If Ben had time to focus on anything other than the new girth of his tusk, he might have glanced in a mirror and realized he now looked to be a cross between an elephant, rhino and a man. But Ben reached a higher climax than ever before and let out a elephant like yell instead.
His eyes fluttering as he recovered, Ben looked about what was his home with disgust, nothing remaining that he could thrust into and derive pleasure from. Until his eyes focused on the apartment itself and not the items within. Ben got to his feet, his head just shy of scraping the roof and placed his hands against one of external walls.
With a smile Ben rammed his hips forward, the horn passed effortlessly through the brick wall, the sensation of destroying something so solid amazing. With a snort, Ben began to "hump" the wall violently, the brickwork no match for his jackhammering horn, sending sexual bliss jingling and jangling throughout his mutated form.
With a bellow Ben rammed home one final time and the wall collapsed, leaving a perfect escape for the leathery skined beast man to leave the spent apartment behind and search for other things to test his horn against...