A big fertile bull

Why go half measures? If you're gonna make the world into your fantasy you might as well dominate it.

John felt his body tingle his skin twitching, his hands gripping at his arms, he'd already boosted his body a little but he now could almost feel his body expanding outward. His arms going from pasty white to a deep brown tan. His muscles surged, growing bigger and more pronounced under his cinnamon skin, he went from athletic to bodybuilder a matter of minutes his shirt tearing like he was Bruce Banner. As his legs and arms burst from his clothing John could feel the tickle of fur beginning to grow from his skin. A thin coating of brown and black spreading out from the palms of his hands spreading out like spilled water.

He could feel his feet changing toes curling up as his feet fused into giant black hooves. He felt the fur beginning to creep down his back ticking between his shoulder blades for travelling down his spine.

He shut his eyes wincing hard as he felt his spine begin to elongate the patch of fur running up the back of his neck at the same time as his tail long and spindly with a tuft of midnight black hair began to take shape.

He felt a surge of testosterone as his masculine assets began to swell, each testicle quickly growing to the size of an apple in his large and heavy scrotum.

His cock elongated gaining a flat tapered end as he reached out a meaty and clumsy hand to grasp it. He felt his tongue thickening his mouth his entire face beginning to push outwards. His nose and mouth fusing into a single bovine snout is John left the world of humanity and became the first of the minotaurs. Long curved hornstwisted from his forehead as he mooed emphatically. He could feel his balls boiling with tension, I need to breed almost overwhelming him.

John gazed upon Erica who had not stopped fingering herself, eyeing that bovine beefstick and then turned his attentions to Mel, fascinated to see what his fantasies fulfilled would unleash upon them.

(Suggestions welcome)