You can't believe what's happening, your shirt looks like it was painted to your body it's stretched so tight. You can see a sharp defined 4 pack transform into a 6 Pack, and then into an 8 pack of hard chiseled abs. It's getting real tight under your arms and around your neck. Finally, a seam rips, and you decide to finish the job. It feels great to rip the confining black tee shirt from your body. Your muscles gleam with sweat. You're just standing there, but as you grow your muscles feel like they're working out.
You bring your hand to your face and neck, changes are happening there too. Your face and neck are covered with a thick stumble of hair. Your neck is huge, you feel the muscles. Your hands continue their exploration over your new sculpted physique. You think, This is incredible.
As you walk back toward the chair, you realize how small everything looks. You must be growing taller too. The seat of the chair used to come up to your thigh, now it's only up to your calf. You must be 7 or 8 feet tall, and the ceiling still seems to be getting closer.
Another ripping noise draws attention to your shorts, you can see skin through the stretched seams, and you know they won't last much longer. You look around the room for something to cover yourself with. There is an armoire in the corner. You goto investigate it, picking up your earlier discarded shirt, which you contemplate making into a makeshift loincloth if necessary.
The armoire is unlocked, and appears to be stocked with animal tackle for the adjacent farm and stables. Odd things to keep inside the house, maybe the owner is a bondage freak. You notice a stretchy thong is attached to one of the harnesses, and think, That harness would look cool across my new muscles, and I can just try it on for minute to see how it looks. You glance at the mirror next to the armoire impressed with the massive stud you're become.
You step into the harness, and adjust the buckles to your new physique. The pouch of the thong is nice and stretchy and contoured to show off your equipment, though there's a cold steel ring sewn inside that you can't figure out what to do with it. You realize that your penis and sac have grown proportionally with your body, so it doesn't look abnormally large until you consider that your hand must span over 12 inches now. Shit you realize you're hung like an animal. You never thought until now that maybe there was such a thing as too big. Nah, you'll just have to play it gentle with the girls. Then you realize that your cock is still flaccid, and you wonder how big it is when erect.
Only one way to find out! You smile and plop back into the tiny armchair, slide the pouch to one side, and take your expanding meat in your meaty hands. You begin slowly, and increase as your passions rise. The harness is getting a little tight, you must still be growing. You gasp out loud, "Man, I'm so horny!"
"You don't know the half of it!" a woman's voice answers from the doorway.
"Huh," you blush all over embarrassed at your predicament. You've still got a firm grip on your 18-20 inch erection, but you've stopped yanking it. You sit upright, and start to stand. You don't know how your club will fit back into that pouch. at least you manage to cover your hairy balls. As you look down to avoid eye contact you notice how your body is now dusted with a fine coat of quarter and eighth inch hairs.
"You must have come about my opening on the farm. I need a big strong fellow like you to get my fields plowed."
"Plow your fields," you mutter lasiviously. Man, she is hot.
She wraps a lock of hair around her finger, coyly playing with it. "Come with me. Oh, just a minute, your outfit needs one more item." She goes to the open armoire takes something from a drawer, and closes the armoire.
You pick up your clothing, and are holding them in your hands when she returns.
"You won't be needing those any more, they'll never fit. Just drop them and your old life in the trash can by the door, and follow me."
You don't know what she meant by that, but you do what you're told. You have to duck to get under the 8' lintel of the door. She leads you outside, and stops again remembering what she has in her hand. You see it is a shiny metal ring with a small opening. She asks you to bend over, and she reaches up toward your face.
You feel two minor irritations on either side of your head, as the ring snaps in place in your nose. She threads a piece of leather through the ring, and leads you through the garden toward the farm. Your can feel all the bones in your feet as you walk barefoot on the gravel path. It hurts, but you can't show weakness in front of the babe. By the time you reach the end of the garden path, you don't even feel any pain from the gravel. Something brushes your butt, and weirdly you also feel part of you touching your butt. You try to look over your shoulder, but you're just to massive. You reach with one hand, and touch a hairy tail, you can feel your hand with touching your tail. Your tail, you pull it around to see the end of a cow's tail. While you're staring down at the end of the tail, you notice your feet are now hooves. How could that have happened? You recall, feeling odd pains in both feet and backside as you walked through the garden, but your libido was totally focused on the woman leading you by the leather cord. Man, she is hot, you are still horny. Absently you start to rub your tail against your still erect penis.
The woman had left you standing next to an unplowed field and an old animal drawn plow. She breaks you from your silent revelry by introducing you to the young man following her, "Jack, this is my new minotaur. Harness him up, and let's get this soil tilled."
You look down at the man in tight blue jeans and plaid shirt. He is really solid, and has sunbleached blond hair, he can't be older than 25. His steel blue eyes tell you that he's the boss, and has to be obeyed. Even though he's smaller than you you recognize his innate superiority. Hmmm, did she just say I'm going to pull her plow.
"Minotaur!" you bellow sounding more animal than man, as you realize your predicament. The man reaches up and grabs the leather cord. He pulls on your nose ring, while trying to calm you.