Slowly but surely, the light formed a silhouette as the light grew in size. Shrouded in the vibrance of the golden light, it grew taller, much more than he was. He had to look up as the form that should've been the head rose higher, and if he had been average for a 17-year-old, this thing must have been 8 feet in pure height alone.
The human-shaped light began growing wider, and from what he could see, it was all muscle. The midriff of the shape grew larger and thicker, as the legs pumped up in size. Arms bulked in strength, biceps pulsing into melon-sized bulges as the fingers took form, thick and powerful.
From the facial features, it began to stretch forwards, changing and molding into what seemed to be a bull's face, and Ambrose realized what the shape was becoming.
It was becoming a Minotaur.
His suspicions were correct as two pointed horns erupt from the head of the minotaur, it's length being at least 12 inches long if he had to guess.
Fear dissipated into wonder as his dreams were coming true. He was about to meet a real-life Minotaur! A tail slithered free from the backside of the creature, waving in the air as if swatting flies.
Thick muscular neck, bulky muscular figure, and such a manly form displayed in front of him, and Ambrose couldn't wait to speak to this magnificent being any longer!
But his excitement was replaced by fear once more as not only that the form did not materialize, he, while still being surrounded by the golden light, felt a sharp pull all over his body.
Ambrose, shocked, began to pull away. But the force was much stronger. His feet were dragged on the ground as the golden light brought him closer to the formed figure.
He fell to the ground, now terrified for his life. He didn't want to die here for whatever reason! His little brother was sick and his ass of a stepfather was going to psychologically torture him!
"No! NO NO NO! was all his mind could scream, for when he tried to scream for help, nothing came out.
His voice was lost.
Having fallen to the ground to increase his friction surface, Ambrose clawed the earth to find purchase, to stop or at least slow down the process. But the light, as if unable to wait any longer lest it was interrupted, took a more forceful way.
Ambrose found himself lighter, and his panic doubled. He continued to claw and kick at the earth, hoping.
But he knew it was of no use. Still, he wouldn't give up.
Andrew was waiting for another story!
He regretted following this light.
As soon as his back touched the chest of this powerful Minotaur form, everything flashed white.
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"HAAHHH!"
Ambrose panted in fervor, finally able to breathe after the terrifying few seconds of being unable to. Within that light, he could feel his flesh stretching and repositioning. It wasn't painful, but the fact that he could feel it was of no laughing matter.
He was looking at the ground, on all fours, seeing his hands.
But they shouldn't be that thick, or even furred. Or the fact that the forearms connected to them were thicker with muscles, leading to the bulging and muscular biceps.
"W...what happened to me!"
Ambrose quickly shut himself with his hands, disbelief at hearing his new voice. Deep, tough and full of bass. Quickly getting into kneeling position, he inspected his body.
Just like the silhouette in the light, his body was the exact copy. But instead of being made of light, he was flesh and blood. It was his flesh and blood reformed over the form. Brown fur covered his whole body, and he could see the muzzle of a mouth in the center of his vision.
The horns feel comfortably weighty on his head, and curious hands touched them to feel it's texture and strength.
He could see the reformed clothes on his new body, the same as he had worn but altered to fit comfortably. The shoes, however, were gone. In place of feet, hooves greeted his sight.
Standing up, Ambrose needed a second to balance himself, but he found out that he could stand normally as if he had always been this way.
He needed to return home, and tell Andrew about this. Maybe he could help, he's the smarter of the two after all.
Thick hooves stomped the forest ground as Ambrose ran to his house, hidden from view of the humans.
If he had seen them, the pedestrians and people, he'd know that he wasn't alone with this problem.