You stare down at your swelling cock in amazement; even after
the Maturation Station it seemed big, but not THIS big. Wrapping
your huge hands around it, you're nowhere near the head, and it
seems to be darker, and, wait a minute, you've got a foreskin!
Amazing waves of pleasure erupt as you hold your growing and
throbbing dick in your hand, but you're not so distracted that you
don't notice how hairy your lower body has become, in spite of
your new chest hair. You can barely see the skin on your hard
muscles as the hair has grown so closely together, a shiny black
in color.
You stumble back away from the bar in shock, and as you do,
your feet come out of your shoes, which you now see have been
split down the sides in your sudden growth spurt. Your toes
cramp up slightly, and you pull a sock off your left foot to
massage them, only to see that somehow they've fused
together, the nail(s) growing into one darkening mass.
More confused than scared, you pull the sock off your other foot
to see the same changes happening there.
You glance up at the bartender again, and he's come around the
bar to you.
"Don't freak out," he tells you, and somehow this is calming
enough, though you have to ask:
"What's happening to me?"
Again, the new deep voice of yours strikes you as so sexy you get
a wave of pleasure just hearing yourself. You reach out with your
heavy arms to wrap around the bartenders shoulder, and your
dick stretches even longer, as your new foreskin attaches itself
to your lower abs, forming a sort of pouch.
"Don't you like it so far?" the bartender asks, temptingly, and for
the first time you notice the small bumps he has barely
protruding beneath his curly mop of dark hair. Are those horns?
Before you can ask the bartender about this, you feel a sudden
pressure at your hips, and you look down to see a pair of lumps
forming at either side of your inhuman cock, not to mention the
distracting churning of your enormous balls in their swelling
sack, now covered with soft black downy fur.
Your feet, now completely hooves, stamp at the ground as the
bartender helps hold you up, your sensitive cock head rubbing
against his naked (!) chest. Didn't he have a shirt on moments
ago? You feel your legs twist themselves into a new shape, and
suddenly it feels as if your knees are on backwards as you
attempt to move away from the bartender, but somehow you are
stretching.
You look back over your shoulder to see your tight young ass
moving farther away from you, and it's beginning to swell, as
well, growing larger, and even more muscular, even as a wave of
dark hair sweeps over it, and you feel your spine stretching out
even farther. Somehow you've managed to back your legs away
from the bartender a few feet, but he's still holding you up.
And your cock isn't rubbing against him any more, so you look
down, shocked to see that the two protrusions from earlier have
elongated into forelegs, with hooves... and you get your balance
back as they touch the ground, suddenly placing you on four
legs.
There's a moment of pain as a tail quickly sprouts from above
your ass and grows, and you are suddenly aware of the dark
mane of hair that has stretched down your back.
"You're beautiful," your bartender says, stepping away from you,
and you see his goatlike phallus jutting proudly from his fur
covered legs, ending in shiny cloven hooves.
You stumble a bit on your new legs, as they fight to hold up your
now massive weight, and you managed to bend to see at least
part of your reflection in the mirror behind the bar. You have to
agree, you ARE beautiful.
For a centaur.