Ben blinked at nthe reflection facing him in the mirror. He was only partially suprised that the reflection blinked back. This was him!
He began to rub his 3 fingered hands over his heavy pecs. his skin felt leathery and the black hair slipping through his fingers began to turn him on, his semi-hard cock began to swell as he pinched his down turned nipples.
Ben watched himself as his hands travelled all over his new body. He guessed he was about 7'5", probably taller if you counted the horns. He felt so good, so powerful. There was a strength in these muscles, a power he had never felt before. His right hand brushed against the base of his gigantic penis. A shudder ran though him and he moaned a little in a deep rumbling voice and then snorted as he spotted something that annoyed him.
His balls were hidden inside his boxers. Although he could feel how far down his legs they went- nearly to his knees- indeed the sack was split down each leg of the straining fabric he could not SEE. Ben flexed his thighs and a satisfaing ripping came for the legs of his silks. He grinned and snorted again. He relaxed and flexed his tree trunk legs again, noticing for the first time just how thick and heavy his legs were, even with his the thick coating of fur he could see the heavy muscle shapes. He began to relax and flex, humping the air a little as well, his thick bull cock waving in the air, his hands on his chest and pecs.
The ripping continued up the legs and across the back of the boxers, finally the elastic gave and the boxers fell away from him in pieces; his balls bounced down onto his legs, pleasure shot though him. Ben could alomst see them swelling with cum. His 2 foot dick throbbed, from the base to the flaring cock head it stood out from him magifcient and hot. He flared his nostels and drank in the smell of himself, of his eariler load; the smell of the beast.
As Ben marvelled over himself he realised that something was wrong behind him. He half turned to see what it was, but the thickness of his neck and seer expance of his back made it impossible, so he turned in the mirror looking at himself side on. A deep laugh escaped him as he realised he was so thick though he nearly filled the full length mirror. Using the mirror he realsied what it was behind him. It was his long black tail, he flexed it a few times and tried grabbing it, but could never get his massive arms (his biceps were the size of his old thighs he noticed) round the mass of his lats and back enough to capture it.
Playing with himself and twisting around like this gave him an appreciation of how big was was. He stamped his cloven feet loving the heavy clomping sound his hooves made. He lifted one foot up to inspect the hoof but the thickness of his legs and abs meant he could not bend enough. Accidently he pinched his balls between his thighs and he fell snorting to the floor with a thud that actually moved the oriments and made his laptop jump on the table.
As Ben landed his fat cock slapped upward hitting him in the snout. He breathed deeply of the small and licked his cockhead. A thrill went though him and he began to lick and pump his hands up and down on his litre bottle thick shaft. Precum began to leak, mixing with his sliva, lubricating his hands. The pleaseure was intense and he began to thrust up and down with his hips, then he was lifting his midsection off the floor, the muscles of his claves (bulls?) and shoudlers pumping up as he worked them out.
He was reay to cum. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to hold out too. He humped, he licked, he got harder, his balls swelled as he tried to hold back. His rythum got eratic and he began to pound the floor with his hooves as he got closer. He was snorting and then suddenly it stopped. He hung for a second and then came, the white liquid rushing up his cock to expolde into his mouth. He took huge glupfulls of his seamen but could not contain it all, it slashed out and down across his face, chest and abs. He began to thrust again to get it all out of his cock. He let out a massive bellow as a second, then third wave of orgasum washed over him.
Ben came and came, this body seemed made to cum and cum so he did. He covered himself in his juices. The carpet beneath him was soaked. Finally he began to exhuast even his supply of cum. Slowly the torrent slowed and finally stoped. His cock slowly soferning. He rose shakily to his hooves. Ben looked at himself- the juices he had pumped onto himself empathised his muscle. He was pumped, his muscles thicker, his dick bigger. He rubbed the cum into his fur like a lotion. He felt fantastic.
A small bleeping interupted his satifised thoughts. He turned towards the sound. His computer had a blinking message onscreen. Recultantly he stepped away from the mirror. He felt the power in each heavy step he took and woundered how strong he was now. Flipping the laptop round with a thick finger Ben read:
"We are sorry, but the Change parameters you selected has devolped an error and will be terminated. To continue please pick one of the
following options"