Raising his hands over his head, Willis gave a mighty stretch, his taut frame's many muscles constricting as he cracked his back.
Although completely naked, the cool air caressing his genitals, he didn't feel cold at all, and indeed, his nudity felt refreshing, liberating.
Patting down his fur, Willis approach his home's sliding glass door, his dark, mahogany eyes wandering out to the wild forest beyond the backyard's rim. Could that be where Dan went? After he realized the transformation could'nt be reversed? Little did Willis know the true, and much more complicated story of his brother and his friends...
Thick fingers reaching for the sliding glass doors' knob, Willis found it difficult to grip.
One thing Willis hadn't anticipated in desiring to be a Minotaur was the bestial urges that had also been implanted in his soul following his transformation: animalistic fury intermingled with the most primal emotions of lust, rage, and hunger.
Right then Willis wasn't feeling particularly aroused or hungry, however; he was feeling ANGRY. Angry that Dan had left him without telling him what had transpired, without saying good-bye. Angry that his fingers were now too thick to grip the door's handle. Angry that he was now a freak, a monster, and although he felt slightly turned on by his larger, more powerful, feral body, he feared his ability to ever lose his virginity and actually find someone capable of handling his "needs," a concern which nagged ever present in the back of his mind. After all, no human woman could hope to handle his new "equipment." He /certainly/ wasn't enthused about his hand being his sole source of all future relief.
Snarling, his rage building, channeled into his muscular frame, Willis smashed his fist into the sliding glass door, shattering it with a bovine howl, his tough hide preventing even a scratch from the falling shards.
Stepping out onto the lawn, hoofs crunching glass beneath them, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, Willis gave a quick scratch to his long, wide, furry sheath, pleasurably shivering before his still pounding fury finally suppressed other wrangling urges, becoming dominant.
Stomping forward toward the forest, the huge Minotaur Willis set out to find his equine brother Dan and his transformed friends/lovers.