A Minotaur

Upon waking up you can feel the difference, you are no longer what you were before. You feel physically powerful, bigger, with a few more appendages than before. Just as you begin to wonder what you have turned into, you notice a very large and reflective pond and make you're way over to it, what you see in your reflection both disturbs and excites you. You have become a minotaur, one that is buff and well-hung. You now stand at somewhere between 9 and 11 feet high, by your estimates. You have pair of menacing-looking horns growing from the side of your head and coming to a point a little over a foot from your face, your muscles make it look like Mr. Universe uses you as his inspiration to get stronger. And your penis so big you can almost swear it would make a horse jealous, the deep black meat rod isn't even hard yet and you're swearing it's bigger than an erect horse's. In short, you're bull that makes the prize at the county fair look like an adolescent.

You want to test your might, looking around the clearing you now find yourself in, you see tree easily three to four times your size, a good test of strength. You half-jokingly yell "Timber" in your new deeper, sexier, masculine voice and punch the tree before you as hard as you can, in one hit you fell the tree and it crashes into the trees behind, knocking over two or three more trees in the process. You are way stronger than you anticipated. You also feel an aching in your loins for two things, food and sex, food more than sex at the moment. You decide to go searching around woods you've found yourself in, hopefully, you'll find something to satiate both of your hungers. You should probably go looking for clothes, but you figure a body this fine shouldn't be constrained by attire unless absolutely necessary, and you figure you can make a better impression on everyone by just showing off your body in its entirety.