Just as he thought his transformation was over, Marcus felt his cock get hard. His transformation was making him hot and flustered and sweat began to form on his face. He tried to aim his cock into the bathtub, but as his balls started to swell, he couldn’t help but bite his lip and curl up as he jizzed all over the wall. His dick didn’t get any smaller either as it tore through his jeans, doubling in length. His new girthy shaft was now the diameter of a large soup can and hung down to his knees. His balls were the size of apples, giving him a wide stance. He may have been a fat bull, but he was packing more than fat. He would need to change his outfit before going out, nothing he was wearing before was left in tact. He just stood there, admiring himself in the mirror. He had a nice mix of fat and muscle, pronounced but taut gut, large pecs, swollen arms, thick thighs, and a damn good ass for a man his size. Not to mention his name sake of bull dick and balls. He put on a pair of sweatpants that were a little tight on him and a shirt that accentuated his curves and walked outside. Where was he heading to?