As Ben attempted to decifer the program's labrynthine interface when he noticed something. A blinking red sqaure was flashing the words 'in progress' in the corner of the screen.
"How much more of this can there be?" Ben whined.
He didn't have long to wait for the answer. The sensation of pins and needles spread across his skin. He looked down to see a coat of soft, brown fur climb across his body. His head began to tingle and a shaggy, brown hair obscured his vision. A mild ache blossomed on his forhead. When he reached up to touch it he felt two little nubs pushing out from his skull. He struggled his way up to his room. Bow legged he shuffles up the stairs, his heavy oversized balls getting in the way. They sway and bounce between his thighs, hampering his gait. The transforming kid can barely focus as he continues to morph. His vision blurs as his face stretches and his eyes shift in size. Waddling into his bedroom, he is finally able to see the changes for himself. Staring back at him was skinny little bull boy. His body is lithe and narrow shouldered. A mop of silky brown hair covered most of his head. His face had stretched into a blunt bovine snout and two stubby horns were poking on his hair. He now had big brown, puppy dog eyes peaking from under his thick head of hair. Instead of a hyper masculine bull, he was boyish little calf. Rather than strong and handsome, you could only describe him as 'cute' or 'pretty'.
He was humiliated by the prospect of being stuck as some furry fetish femboy. The only claim to masculinity was the freakishly huge cock and balls swinging between his legs. The scared little virgin was horrified at what sort of pervert life he could lead looking like this. Shame filled him as, even now, his giant bull cock slid out of its sheath, aroused from looking at his own fat and heavy balls.