You've gone full brute

Your eyes slowly open, not only does the world look blurry but your mind feels fuzzy too. The transformation brought about by your last wish seems to have fried your brain to a crisp. You don't even register the newly grown saber-like tusks that have sprouted from your extremely widened lower jaw and fattened lower lip that manage to peek into what little of your vision that isn't obstructed from your heavily carpeted belly mountain and watermelon sized cheeks. Or the broad chiseled brow that protrudes from your head, making you look more like a caveman. Your cock has grown into a monsterous rod that stands high and mighty shooting out from beneath your amorphous whale-like body complimented by an equally enormous pair of balls, endlessly erupting with an infinite geyser of thick and sticky cum that collects in a massive reservoir in the floor beneath it. Any semblance of intelligent thought is completely drowned out by an endless and impossibly intense high of orgasmic pleasure that reverberates through you at all times, reducing you to a beast of pure animal instinct. Even if you could form words, your voice has become so impossibly deep anything you say would just sound like bassy grunts and growls to anyone that isn't one of your servants. Not that very many of those exist, mind you. Your servants have become so in tune with you and your father's primal ways they know exactly what you want even without you having to say it.

Speaking of your father, he seems to have received the same treatment that you have, though he only manages to be half your size, becoming a mammoth, fur covered brute with a colossal cock that rubs against your own as it gushes its own unending river of cum into the pool beneath it. You can only hear his deep guttural moans in between meaty belches and juicy lip smacks as the servants shovel more food into his greedy maw, suck on his fat nipples, and massage his enormous shaft and balls. The only thing louder than his eating is the deafening nuclear fart that explodes out of his gargantuan hairy ass that further toxifies the unbreathable musk that fills the room. A stench so noxious it could kill a lesser man but you and your servants revel in it and its corrupting properties.

Anyone exposed to you and your father's musk slowly start to transform into hyper-masculine brutes like you. All your servants have gone from smooth muscular hunks to hulking muscular hairballs with cocks far too big to fit into any conventional form of pants and tusks starting to peek out of their broad chiseled jaws. Not only do they seem to worship you two, they also seem to worship your semen. Collecting it in a giant basin to drink and bathe in. You're unaware but your cum has a strange iridescent quality to it that's much similar to the wishing powder. You don't know that you've consumed so much of it that your body has become infused with its magical power. Permanently imbuing you with the power to make wishes without needing the powder but also infusing that magic into your cum.