Ben let out a deep grunt in annoyance at the error. He hadn't wanted to take on this systemic of a change, especially since it was his first experiment with the software, but the longer he though about it, the more he liked the feral bovine power coursing through him. Regardless, there were plenty of other options to work with, and if his current situation was an error, it was best that he undo the changes and continue from an "uncorrupted" form.
Reaching out for the keyboard, Ben had a hard time trying to work the touch pad with his huge, leathery digits. He spent the over a minute trying to click the "Undo" button in vain. Just when he was about to succeed the options disappeared, and the error message changed.
DNA sample acquired. Processing...
"A new DNA sample?" Ben thought to himself. "Where did that come from?"
Slowly a counter began working its way up. 1%...2%...3%... Ben licked his chops, struggling to think where this new data would have come from. His laptop had remained untouched throughout the transformation, and it had no external devices attached. There didn't seem to be another way to input the information... And then it hit him.
The saline taste of his own semen at the back of his throat.
The huge quantity of his own DNA he had ingested.
It had all just reached his stomach.
Ben was horrified, unsure of what would be in store for him. The site had already reported an error just reaching his current form, and now it was unexpectedly sampling his own minotaur DNA. He frantically considered his options, but they were limited and none of them good. As the counter reached 80%, he knew he had to make a quick decision.