Andrés/Andy was a little uncomfortable as he looked over his changes. On one hand he remembered being like this all his known life. But on the other, he had morphed from a sort of scrawny teen to a studly hunk with a package that could satisfy a whole herd.
Bo had cleaned himself up and come out of the restroom a lot less bashfully than he had entered it. "You haven't nursed like that since you were about eight or nine. I guess you wanted a walk down memory lane."
"Yeah, uh sure Uncle Bo." Andres said in a sort of mutter. It was his turn to be embarrassed as he realized he was still starting to get hard as he looked at his uncle. "I should probably clean up too."
Andrés pushed past his uncle and went into the shop's restroom still clutching the tablet. He hit the lock on the door and caught a good look at himself in the mirror. Damn he looked good. Of course, he remembered seeing himself as he got out of the shower this morning but he felt the need to fully explore what his modifications to his and his family's past had done to him in the flesh. Checking that the door had actually locked, Andrés started by pulling off his shirt. He felt his hefty pecs and his larger, and longer nipples. He had never tried milking them but there was definitely something more tearlike about his nipples than the pair his uncle had. Looking down his frame, he noticed his abs, well defined but partially obscured by the bovine variation in his skin color.
He took a breath and kicked off his sneakers, wincing a bit at the gross feeling of stepping on either some cast off milk or spilled water from his uncle's cleaning.
He hopped on one leg as he started taking off the baggy pants he was now wearing. When he gracelessly removed the pants he saw what he was most excited to look at. A tightly packed jockstrap that looked like it was homemade. Of course, it was homemade. His grandma had made undergarments for his dad and gramps and himself since the changes had occurred. Before pulling down the jock and seeing the beef he knew was contained underneath, he turned, a strange concern still left over from his former life. Turning around, he saw his pert, muscular ass but there wasn't a hint or idea of a tail.
Breathing a sigh of relief and then laughing at himself, Andrés turned back around and pulled down the massive jockstrap he was wearing.
The first thing he felt was the weight as his balls hung low in their leathery scrotum. Andres shifted his weight and felt them swing. He hefted one and could feel his heartbeat in it. It didn't fully fit in his palm.
Andrés felt the blood start surging with greater vigor to his bullish cock. It pushed from its darker sheath and the pinker head made itself known. Andrés/Andy felt as the engorging organ expanded in his hands. He was a little awkward at first but he quickly fell into a familiar rhythm born from years of practice. The organ tapered to a sensitive pink point. Andrés was more surprised by the earthy smell of the organ. He thought for a moment about slipping the organ in his mouth but he didn't. Instead, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw what he was. A young man, with the body of his dreams pumping a massive organ. He felt his nostrils flare and then he was shooting all over the mirror in front of himself.