Saul blinked and sneezed as a light, white powder puffed out from the box, settling on his hands and face. He coughed and waved his hand in front of his face to clear the cloud of dust. Timothy just watched, curious as to what would happen, now.
The euphoria he'd felt at being in such unsual circumstances seemed to have peaked and -now- he was starting to worry since he had no idea what would happen when Saul opened the chest with one of the other buttons...
Certainly the dust was new...
"What's this?" Saul asked, peering into the box. "There's nothing in here; nothing but dust..."
Timothy shrugged and walked forward, putting the key that corresponded with the middle button back with the others. "I'm not sure... But opening the box with this key," he indicated the one he'd been holding in his hand, "had made my cock grow bigger ... and even let me control its size by verbalizing my wants..."
The dust didn't hang in the air for long but no sooner had it faded, Saul stepped back from Timothy, itching at the back of his hands. "Well, couldn't you have warned me? What *is* this thing...?" He sounded angry as he shivered reflexively and looked from the small chest to Timothy.
Timothy looked up, apologetically at Saul, his recent playfulness now giving way to the reality of what he may have just subjected his friend to... "Look, Saul, I don't know what came over me... I was just..."
"...just horny and not thinking straight..." finished his ex-lover for him. He shivered again, feeling his skin crawl and his stomach tingle. It was an odd sensation and he was getting a pain in the center of his forehead. "Where did this thing come from...?" he asked, looking back up at Timothy's face again.
Timothy was staring.
Saul caught himself before he yelled at his former lover again and lowered his voice. "What...?" he asked. "What're you staring at...?"
Timothy could only gasp and point at Saul's face.
Saul blinked. There was a shadow growing beneath his field of vision and his jaw felt ... strange. So did his nose. He put his hands up to his face and felt.
There was a lot more of his face.
In fact, as he moved his hands along what felt like a muzzle pushing forward from his head, he looked at his hands. They were getting more delicate ... longer-fingered and covered with a light, downy, white fur... "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, looking at himself, "What's ... what's happening to me...?"
All over his body, his muscular form was changing. His muscles grew gradually more defined and his skin slowly grew an even, white covering of soft fur or hair. He shook his head, trying to clear his vision, but the very motion made him all the more aware of the extra mass on the front of his face, now...
The extra mass that *was* the front of his face, now...!
"What's goin' on...?" he half-whinneyed as he felt a pressured pain stabbing at the base of his spine and in the front around his balls.
Timothy could only watch and stare as one of Saul's shoes fell off revealing what appeared to be a newly-grown, broad hoof in his stocking-covered foot. As the salvage yard owner watched, Saul slowly changed, gaining more and more equine characteristics ... becoming more like a slender blend between a human and a horse...
Finally, as Saul's now-solid-silver eyes stared at Timothy in shock, a slender, spiraling, pearlescent horn grew from his forehead, spiraling upwards to a foot-and-a-half length...
The overly-masculine humanoid horse soon stood before Timothy, looking shocked and trying to get his painfully-bound-up tail out of his pants... "Timothy! What the fuck did you do to me?!!"