This is crazy, Willis thought again.
But his curiosity was far too powerful.
He held the words up high so he could read them in the moonlight.
He began to read them aloud, concentrating on the form of...of...of a, I dunno, a Minotaur.
Willis suddenly felt peculiar. Not in pain or discomfort just as if not all was right.
He became aware that his clothes- a dirty white vest and a pair of boxer shorts- were cutting into his skin.
Was it working?
He had to look at himself.
He dashed up the stairs, headed for the bathroom.
But about halfway up the stairs he lost his footing.
He tumbled down and crash-landed on his back, staring at the reason why he fell.
He was staring at his feet. Only they weren't feet any more.
He had hooves. Bull hooves.
And layers of brown fur were making their way up his legs.
"Holy Shit!"
He could feel it immersing him. It flowed up his thighs and over his groin. The feeling was tantalizing against his tight clothes.
And something was happening down there.
As he watched, a large bulge rose underneath his boxer shorts.
The strain was too much. The seams of his boxers tore and the futile pieces of cloth fell away.
His cock was now encased in a sheath that ran up his stomach.
And in a sudden swish a long tail shot out between his legs.
"This is incredible!"
The feeling was amazing. He was so shocked he couldn't move.
As the fur ruffled beneath his vest, his muscles began to expand. Whereas he'd been skinny and lanky before, now he was getting proper bull-like muscles. His vest was being stretched so thin that he could just see his furry torso through the material.
As his arms began to bulge there was a loud crack as his vest was thrashed aside relentlessly.
He looked at his body and was amazed. It was just like his fantasies.
The transformation continued and as his neck grew, his head banged against the wall.
He could feel his skull pushing against the skin of his face.
As his face grew a snout he grunted loudly in response.
Although he couldn't see the transformation he could feel his ears grow huge and large horns protruding from his head.
He felt his hair flattening and becoming a mane the flopped over his neck and face.
The transformation slowed. Then stopped.
Willis laid for a moment, trying to comprehend what had happened.
He slowly stood up, taking a moment to get used to walking on hooves.
He examined his body, contorting in bizarre positions to see it from every angle.
He was certainly a beautiful minotaur. He flicked his tail, just because he could.
He began feeling his face and chest, to see if they were real.
There was no doubt. It has happened.
He tested his voice and admired the deep qualities it had developed.
But then he saw the bigger picture.
He had proved what he had suspected.
If Dan knew about this, there was chance he was alive after all. Just transformed somewhere.
But then another thought hit Willis.
If that was true, surely there was some risk involved with this.
He didn't even know if he could change back now.
He inhaled slowly, filling his minotaur lungs.
Then, he decided what to do.