All of a sudden, the changes were over.
He couldn't help but think about the feeling this provided him, how strong it was. He
paused to admire himself. He was probably 240 lbs now, a 50 pounds gain of raw muscle
with the best definition possible. All fat was burnt, except in one place. His cock was half-
erect and didn't seem to be willing to ever go down. It couldn't fully grow, it was too
constrained in his pants.
He felt great, very great. No, not good, great, like he was the greatest of all men on this
planet. He might not have been the brightest, but he felt like nothing could stop him.
He couldn't pinpoint why, but it's quite simple really. All of what we know as stress, fear,
self-doubt, did not trouble him anymore. Well, he did press 5 times in a row on the
button.
He wanted the world to feel his supremacy. He wanted to dominate all humans, men and
women alike. He was pure beastial lust. Lust for power, for sex and control.