Your body obeyed before your mind could fully understand what was happening. The last traces of resistance melted under the sheer, relentless force of the change—every muscle, every sinew, every pulsing vein surrendering to something older, something inexorable. Lust, the hunger for sex, roared through you, not in waves, but as a tidal flood, consuming every inch of flesh, pouring into your bones, stretching, reshaping. You barely recognized the sound leaving your throat—a guttural, primal groan, half agony, half exultation. But it was your voice, you owned it as you eventually would this form.
Greff stood over you, a silent witness to your rebirth, his golden eyes steady, unwavering. He had seen this before. He had lived this before.
And now it was your turn. He was beating his own rod too, enjoying what he saw and reliving the experience that had welcomed him into this beastly life.
Your spine twisted, pulling, cracking under the weight of its own evolution. A shuddering jolt ran through your back, forcing you onto all fours as your body adjusted to its new proportions. The width of your shoulders expanded again! Locking into place as your torso barrelled forward, each breath heavier, deeper. The human frailty you once carried had long since been purged, leaving nothing but hardened power in its wake. Body hair thickened as you reached for your cock and continued to revel in everything happening to you.
A sharp, undeniable pressure clenched at your toes, curling them inward, fusing them into something new. You gasped, clawing at the dirt beneath you as your heels lifted, rising—changing—until they no longer felt human. When the last snap resonated through your limbs, you knew without looking.
Hooves. Your hooves. You rose onto them, not stopping your masturbation and instead owing the strangely defiant and horny imagery. The ground felt different beneath them. Less foreign. Less temporary. This terrain was yours now.
Your breath hitched as the horns came. It wasn't painful, it was powerful. You gasped—shuddering as bone pushed through flesh with effortless precision. The spirals formed, curling outward in grand arcs, undeniable, inescapable. You could feel them settling into place atop your brow, heavy, absolute.
Your fingers traced the ridges—strong, imposing, ancient. You were human no more. Greff’s hand landed on your shoulder—a steadying grip, a silent confirmation.
"You are complete," he murmured, his voice rumbling deep with satisfaction. "No more hesitation. No more doubt. Only strength.
And with that the two of you embraced, lost in pleasures and thrusting and fur against fur. You revelled in it, coating your new fur in layers upon layers of spunk, filth and sweat. At last, with one final release that ended all remainders of your human essence, did you collapsed onto your heavy back and grinned.
You did not plan this life, how could you? But you sure as hell are going to enjoy it...