Laughing a little at his friends' change, Doug tried to grasp the dice in his amphibious hand. He found it hard to reach over and grab the dice, as they always slid away from him. The others laughed as Doug struggled. Glancing at the board, he noticed he didn't need to bother: his piece had already moved to the red square with the others.
"So, Doug, what did you have for dinner?" Alex teased.
"We'll soon find out!" Joe declared.
Doug was about to say something when he gasped out in shock. His sticky, amphibious skin seemed to be changing back to normal. It wasn't sticky and green anymore, at least. His legs shifted back to seemingly normal as thick course black fur started creeping all over his body. Reaching up, the frat boy felt his face stretch out into a muzzle. Reaching up, he could feel two horns painfully force their way out. Looking down at his now massive manhood, Doug got a good view of his feet shifting and merging together into hooves. A tail snaked it's way out from above his ass.
The others stood in aw as Doug grunted, the final changes occurring. His hands morphed, become hoofhands with two thick fingers and a thumb on each.
Finished changing, Doug looked himself over. He was bigger and stockier, but not particularly more muscled. He still had his gut, it was just....bigger.
The others stared as he stood.
"Uh, I had a few cheesburgers...." the new minotaur said a little embarrassed.