His cheeks spread, Joe leans back onto tank of the toilet and relaxes his muscles for just a moment. At first it feels like any other visit he's made where he's had to sit down, minus the udder on his lap and breasts on his chest, until he feels something distinctively odd about it. Curious, he lifts the udder, which is by now more than just a saggy attachment, and spreads his legs to only see a spray of urine coming from folds where there shouldn't be.
Joe's eye grow wider than they ever have before and he nearly falls off the toilet. Instead he braces himself completely and finishes his act while his mind tries to fit everything together; unsuccessfully.
Breathing heavily he looks down his body differently than he had before. The udder twitched as it seemed to gain more mass in front his very eyes. He looked down his legs- his thighs were gaining weight too- down to his feet where he tried to wiggle his toe but instead the hoof just swayed back and forth. He looked to his right, down his arm that looked fuzzier than when he first touch the suit and following his back to his body and down to his chest the massive mounds there were gaining more life; the nipples gained a fleshy, warm tone as blood flowed to them.
His feet started to push away from his body and his spine cracked as it to extended to make room for his growing mass. His lips, now oversized, quivered at the thought of what was happening to him.