Nick ran down the sidewalk, ecstatic over what happened to him. He couldn't believe that just moments earlier he had transformed into a werewolf. And now he was off to find new recruits for his new friend Circe to change as well.
As he walked along he wondered who he could recruit. The question answered itself when his friend Peter walked around the corner. Peter had long had a love for mythological creatures, even wondered what it might be like to become one. This was something he confided in with only Nick. Nick smiled at the sight of his friend and ran over.
"Hey Peter!" said Nick, running up.
"Nick, hey man, what happened to you?" he asked, noticing his friend's dishevled apperance, not to mention his tattered pants.
"The most incredible thing. Here, come with me, I'll show you," said Nick, beckoning Peter to follow him. They both jogged back a couple of blocks to the Spelstorm Manor.
"Spelstorm Manor?" asked Peter.
"It's what's inside. Come on," said Nick.
The two walked up the pathway, up the steps and into the house. They lingered in the front hall.
"Hello?" called out Nick.
Circe appeared out of the back part of the house and walked into the entry way.
"Back so soon?" she said, "And with the looks of it, a new recruit."
"Yep," replied Nick.
"Nick, darling, in my presence I want you in your beastly form," said Circe. With a flick of the wrist, Nick cried out in pain and dropped to the ground.
Nick withered on the ground as all the familiar changes came over him in a more rapid fashion. Peter watched with wide eyed terror.
"New...new recruit?" asked Peter.
Circe turned her attention to Peter. "For my growing group of creatures, to help create a new reality."
Peter looked over to Nick again. Nick was on his back, His legs had already changed, now resembling the hind legs of a wolf, covered in silver and black hair. Peter watched as the last changes overtook Nick, as his ears grew pointed and his face pushed out into a snout.
"Oh my god..." muttered Peter, watching Nick stand up, now a full werewolf. He was trembling, but now it was more of excitement and less of fear. "What type of creatures?"
"Well," said Circe, "I think for you, I get the feeling something mythical.
Peter smiled, "I always liked mythical creatures."
"I need a guard for my house, something big, something strong. Ah yes, a minotaur," said Circe.
Peter smiled. He liked the idea of being transformed into a big, muscular minotaur. He braced himself for the impending transformation.
He felt as if his entire body was starting to swell and grow. His biceps and pecs started to rapidly grow. Peter ripped off his t-shirt, revealing strongly developed muscles. His skin started to darken and become rougher, almost leathery. His face had started to push out to more bovine proportions. His ears grew pointed and outwards. He dropped to his knees as his feet stretched and reformed into two large, hard black hooves. Two white horns started to grow out of his head. A thin, rope-like tail grew out at the base of Peter's spine.
Peter's pants split and ripped, falling off of him, unable to contain his gaining muscle mass. Over his black, leathery skin grew a light, coarse black fur. Peter's face finished growning out into it's snout and he stood up, finding his balance on his new feet. Peter caught a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror. He barely recognized himself. He now had the face of a bull, with two large, white horns jutting out of either side of his head. He let out a large snort and smiled, well smiled as much as a minotaur can. He held up his large hands, each of his five fingers significantly larger, with thick, black nails. He couldn't help but flex his new muscles in the mirror. Even his dick had gotten bigger.
Circe was pleased with her work She conjured up a leather loin cloth with a fur belt, which she fastened around Peter's waist. Now it was complete. Peter was the perfect Minotaur.