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“Call or text me when you get to the hotel so I know you didn’t crash in some ditch or get abducted,” Jordan told his boyfriend Raymond as they hugged in the driveway.

“I will give you a call. I’ll be fine. You’re always a worrywart,” insisted Raymond with a throaty chuckle. “I’ll be gone for four days. I’m sure you’ll be having a lot more fun than I will be stuck in meetings that could have been emails I received at home in my undies with you,” he added as he squeezed Jordan tighter.

“You tell them that tomorrow first thing,” Jordan sardonically suggested, followed by a kiss before they separated and Raymond got in his car.

Jordan waved goodbye to his longtime boyfriend as he backed out of the driveway and drove away on a long planned business trip. He waved until Raymond was out of sight being properly sad to see him go. That passed as his own plans for the weekend could finally be put into motion. Rushing back into the house and grabbing wallet, keys, and phone he put in the address for the shop. He’d have to leave soon if he’d get there and back home to get all his prep done for what he planned to do with the house all to himself.

The two had been a couple for a few years and on most things they shared a common interest or love. It’s what pulled Jordan and Raymond together and kept things going strong. Only on a few matters did they diverge. One of which led Jordan to undertake his plan without Raymond’s knowledge. Something born from a simple desire to indulge in something that his partner had no interest in. Perfectly natural for most relationships. In Jordan’s case it was fetish for transformation that his boyfriend didn’t go for. Definitely not enough to take the same plunge Jordan was gearing up for thanks to the discovery of a shop a few towns over that could allow him to live out a long time fantasy: an pleasurable transformation into a full-fledged rhinoceros.

Within the hour Jordan reached the town, found a place to park, and tried not to look too eager as he neared the shop door. He was in his late 20s, stocky, bald, with green eyes and a pleasant disposition. It wasn’t typical for him to sneak around with something like this so Jordan was cagier than usual. Once he was inside the cozy shop he relaxed and could approach the front counter and the store’s gregarious owner.

“Right on time, Jordan. I love punctuality in a new customer,” the red haired, rosy cheeked shopkeeper greeted with a smile. Sitting on a high stool in scarlet dress, leg crossed, and petting a large, purring Bengal cat on the counter. Very much as Jordan has met her the first time.

“Well I am on a bit of a schedule. Not that I’m wanting to rush you. I’ve been looking forward to this so much since I was last here,” assured Jordan.

“That’s pretty common actually with first timers like yourself. You’ve been wanting this a lot longer than two weeks ago, I’ll bet,” the shopkeeper surmised with her trademark disarming manner. It’s how she got all the details from the man last time. So that she could prepare the perfect item to realize his fantasy.

“Heh, you’ve got me there. You’re really letting me live some stuff out I’ve been imagining for, wow, a long while. And here you solved it in two weeks,” Jordan remarked while he watched her take out something from under the counter. A small, red rectangular box that, in its mundanity and given the shop he was in, made Jordan all the more excited for what awaited him.

“That’s me. Professional problem solver. If Ember could see herself out of the way, I’ll let you see what I’ve come up with,” the shopkeeper promised. Prompting the cat to get up and flop at the far end of the counter to clean herself. “Thank you, hun. Now, as for your order, I’ve come up with a savory treat for you.”

The box opened and the shopkeeper unfolded a purple cloth. Inside were eight dark, dense baked cakes wrapped in thin wax paper. Taking one from the box and unwrapping it carefully in front of Jordan, the shopkeeper looked rather proud of herself.

“You wanted an arousal activated treat that works in phases to turn you into a rhinoceros and so I’ve baked up what I’ll call my double nut, double horny brownie. I wasn’t familiar with the recipe myself but after my assistant bun burnt several batches of an unenchanted variety, she called my first attempt ‘orgasmic’. And that’s without any magic but my skills in the kitchen,” the shopkeeper boasted respectfully.

“They look delicious! And just one will do the trick? How does it all last?” asked Jordan.

“Assuming you eat the whole thing in a quick sitting, for roughly three hours. During that time, the more aroused you get the more you’ll change until climax. The changes will last for two hours unless you push yourself into another stage, then it’s extended another couple hours. Four of those and you’ll be a rather large rhinoceros. So I hope you have ample room,” explained the shopkeeper while rewrapping the brownie and placing it back. “You’ll have enough human wits to know yourself but as I told you last time, there will be a heavy influence of instinct. And horny, heh,” she chuckled.

The shopkeeper’s affable candor had Jordan lightly blushing. “Wow, I wasn’t really expecting you to keep so close to my rambling request. Not too painful, right? And I change back pretty quick?”

“Pain is minimal while pleasure is dialed up to more than compensate. This being your first time experiencing this, expect some degree of discomfort. You seem like a sturdy guy so I’m sure you’ll be fine. As for the transformation back to your lovely self, a few minutes? You’ll barely remember it,” assured the shopkeeper. She’d tied a white bow around the box and placed it into a nondescript paper bag. “I’ve included these instructions as well as more and the shop’s direct number in case you need some assistance. Given you’ll be turning into a five thousand pound White rhino, try not to get on the news or stuck in a zoo. Me fixing any problem caused by not following my instructions or making a spectacle of yourself costs extra-extra. I say that with love. But seriously, don’t impale a toddler.”

“Heh, you’re funny,” Jordan laughed as he took out his wallet. When he saw the shopkeeper was being serious he quieted, cleared his throat, and tried to act like he hadn’t said that. “So out of curiosity, what happens if I were to eat more than one?”

“Well, if you ate two, that would push the changes to last nearer five days to a week. I dosed them with the idea of them being enjoyed separately, as you requested. So that is an estimate. I would not take more than that,” cautioned the shopkeeper as she took payment.

“I’m guessing it would be bad?”

“If you consider unpredictability a bad thing, then yes. Three may keep you changed for a month or three. Four or more would require me to intervene. Or else find you a zoo. So trust me when I say, hun, take one at a time and enjoy responsibly. For your sake and mine,” smirked the shopkeeper while glancing over at Ember. The cat paused her cleaning to stick out her tongue.

“You can trust me. We don’t really have neighbors, have trees lining the backyard behind a eight foot fence, and put a kid’s pool out there in case I get thirsty. Plenty of privacy,” Jordan shared to reassure her.

“That’s wonderful to hear. Sounds like I won’t have to worry about you, Jordan. That’s my favorite kind of customer around here,” the shopkeeper remarked as she handed Jordan his bag. “Enjoy!”

“I plan to!” Jordan professed, unable to contain his long awaited excitement. He gathered himself and left the shop waving to the owner.

The drive home was difficult for Jordan since he wanted so badly to speed so he could get home a little quicker. Instead he busied his mind with what things he still needed to take care of at the house before he took his dose. Now that he knew the time frame and how things would work Jordan tried to plan out the next few days while Raymond was away. He’d want to change a lot but knew he’d have to leave time to clean up and message his boyfriend so he wouldn’t be suspicious. Jordan felt he could account for all the variables so that he could enjoy his special treats.

Once Jordan got home he spent the rest of the night preparing so he could wake and shapeshift. It was also good insurance in case Raymond’s trip was canceled at the last minute, which would have had him home late and cranky. Thankfully for Jordan’s plans Raymond arrived safe, had checked into his hotel, and had dinner with some coworkers. Jordan went to bed with everything in place. Getting to sleep with how excited he was. Rubbing one out did the trick and Jordan slumbered deeply that night.

Jordan woke up with all the energy in the world. A cup of coffee got him really going and he sped through all his final details. He talked to Raymond briefly in the morning and pretended to be still tired. That way his message about not responding to text while he went back to bed wouldn’t be very odd. With that Jordan put his phone on silent and took out the bad from the shopkeeper. As he opened and unwrapped the box he was greeted by the same fresh baked, deliciously chocolate smell from yesterday.

“Should have asked her to bake me a normal batch too. Glad she told me not to eat more than one,” remarked Jordan as he walked into his bedroom with a single brownie in hand. Excitement, nervousness, and years of buildup t had Jordan savoring the moment before savoring the brownie. It managed to taste even better than it smelled. “If the transformation is half as good as that brownie, I’m in for a good time,” he wagered with a smile.

The note that the shopkeeper left in the box said to wait five minutes and any arousal should get the transformation started. In that brief interlude Jordan decided to take off his socks but left on the older pair of jeans, briefs, and worn t-shirt. His favorite fantasies did always involve some ripped clothing. Easy enough to spare some old duds for the special occasion. Jordan paced the cleared area around the king sized bed he shared with boyfriend getting aroused already out of sheer anticipation.

“How do I tell normal horny from magical horny exactly?” he wondered aloud to himself while seated on the edge of the bed. Jordan was rocking a stiffy and happily thinking about the two things that got him turned on the most: Raymond and transformation. “If only they could mix,” opined Jordan. Who had many times wished his boyfriend shared his fetish.

It wasn’t long before Jordan felt painless prickling warmth cropping up in some interesting places. His crotch was one, unsurprisingly, as well as his ass, spine, nose, ears, and stomach. At first blush, the sensations felt triggered by his erection but really emanated from his gut. Where the brownie was working its magic just as promised.

“Well I’m definitely feeling something. Feels pretty good,” Jordan said as he ran his hands over his tingling bits. His skin was firming up in some places and softening in others around his ears and nose. Course the throbbing in his pants garnered more of his attention than anything. The sensitivity was going up and it felt to him his cock and balls were beefing up. Took all his self-control to not unzip and take out his cock then and there.

Within a few minutes the sizzling warmth spread throughout Jordan’s whole body. His clothing grew tighter as he’d hoped with his heart pumping and a sweat coming on. Where the changes truly budded first was actually the rear of his pants. The bulge there had escaped Jordan's notice as he had focused on the bigger bulge in the front. Jordan felt something wiggling into his briefs and down the crack of his ass. The bony, fleshy growth was already a couple inches long by the time he stood and stuck a hand down his pants

“This is fucking unreal. I’m growing a real tail! Doesn’t hurt either. Fucking weirdest I’ve ever felt. Heh, so far,” Jordan chuckled to himself. The skin of his new tail was tender but like so much else of him was quick to firm up. He enjoyed feeling it extend through his loose grip until his expanding rear and waist forced Jordan to yank it out before it was really stuck. “Oh it’s spreading a bit more now.”

That quickly proved an understatement as the transformation caused seams to pop and rips to open all over Jordan’s clothing. He hurried over to the full length mirror in the bedroom he made sure was cleaned beforehand. Jordan loved what he saw. Holes were forming all over his shirt as from his belly, chest, shoulders, and arms bulked with every breath. While his jeans popped at their seams or tore up from his expanding calves. Much of it was muscle, fat, and broadening bone structure that massed with a warm swell that further aroused Jordan’s senses. And that was only part of it.

Jordan’s skin thickened with graying layers. Making him lose some body hair while the skin grayed and grew rough. He wiggled and rubbed his fingers gleefully together feeling the coarseness develop with every passing second. Similar sensations had his toes curling and feet having to spread wider to make room for himself. Though he had to go on feeling alone as his expanding chest, gut, and thighs made them impossible to see. Not that Jordan minded.

“Mmmm, getting so big. So big and- muh face is getting bigger and, oohhh,” Jordan moaned excitedly as the changes swelled up his neck and head. The mirror let him see his ears getting bigger, face wider, nose fatter, skull expanding, and something he’d been expecting. “Horny,” he smirked.

Sprouting painlessly from just behind the tip of Jordan’s nose with a few barely a trickle of blood was a pointed nub of keratin. It grew into the horn he knew it would as his nose swelled in what felt like every direction. Very quickly the weight of it made moving his mouth and breathing harder. Not enough to stop him smiling as a second, smaller horn pushed it way out from between his eyes. The beginnings of his snout drew the second horn down with it and allowed Jordan a glimpse of himself. With his eyes and brain actively adjusting to the horns in his line of sight.

“So… big,” Jordan hotly huffed at what he could see of himself. His bulking body had grown wider and taller from the transformation. Jordan was impressed by just what he could see from the neck down. He tried to squat lower to see his face and tore the seat of his distressed pants open. And from that hole his massive gray testicles bobbled down nearly to the floor. “Hehe, oops.”

Wits dulled by the transformation and an excess of lust, Jordan took a simple pleasure in using his meaty mitts to rip off the spindles of fabric that were all that remained of his clothes. Jordan’s bolstered strength made short work of his worn denim and left him standing with only white briefs. Inside of which, slung in the taught cotton, was his pink, throbbing foot long cock. It had retained most of his human shape in its considerable sizing up. The color and more pointed head are the only differences. Not that Jordan could ever mind that.

“Just one little…” Jordan said while gingerly tearing off what was left of his underwear. He grinned big time seeing his manhood so robust and clearly in need of his hand’s attention. The changes hadn’t fully set in for that first stage of things but that wasn’t going to stop Jordan. “Oh yeah, this is nice. I’m loving this,” he boasted in a deep, rumbling voice.

The transformation continued to reshape Jordan’s face out into a rhino’s flaring nostrils and elongated snout while he tended to important matters. Like bending down a little and fondling his balls while he stroked his ponderous erection. Jordan had no idea if it was the change or the brownie or just living his fantasy at long last that had him dumbly drooling from the sheer ecstasy. Jordan could pick up on his own heady, musky odor and that only fueled his bestial arousal.

Jordan staggered back from the mirror and all the way to the bed where he flopped onto his back. The bed creaked under his nearly tripled weight while he stroked and snorted merrily towards one hell of an orgasm. The changes were settling in now. Nearly every inch of his new taller, broader, thicker form was covered in thick, gray rhinoceros hide. Some of Jordan’s human face was there behind two horned grinning snout and under squirming, curly rhino ears. Those ears were twitching furiously as he sped towards his first heated climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” bellowed Jordan, his hips rocking energetically.

With the first stage of changes coming to an end Jordan didn’t hold anything back. The sounds he made grew into the barks, growls, and bellows of male rhino. He could feel the churning in his balls reaching a fevered level that had been building since the very few signs the shopkeeper’s magic was working. Vividly living his long time dream could have only been made better for Jordan if he had the company of his boyfriend.

When the orgasm hit Jordan couldn’t have prepared for just how intense and for how long it would last. Nearly a half hour had passed with him hardly aware that it was more than ten. A nearly minute long release of a thick, inhuman seed drenched him from navel to nose. Draining not just his balls but the remaining strength keeping him going. So as he milked the last few squirts onto his belly, Jordan sank into the mattress with the ends of his long lips curled into a deeply gratified smile. He let out a long, rumbling sigh as he briefly peered down at his partially transformed form.

“I like all of this. And it’s only the beginning…” muttered Jordan as laid his head back and let his heavy eyes close. “Could use a little nap first. Just a short one,” he said. Then, exhausted from it all, Jordan passed out. Where he lightly slumbered.

His body recovered strength and would wake in a little over an hour feeling reinvigorated. And ready for stage two. Jordan went to sleep assured that his planned private fantasy was going way beyond even his highest expectations. It never crossed his mind to check his cell phone on the nightstand, so he wouldn’t know that his plans would be derailed before he ever woke up.

Not one minute after Jordan put down his phone for the last time he received a missed call and flurry of texts from his boyfriend. ‘Food poisoning. The whole lot. Glad I didn’t order the fish! So I’ll be home soon with time off!’ sat unread on Jordan’s phone. He was busy undergoing his transformation and his phone was far from his concerns. Leaving him tragically unaware that Raymond was well on his way home by the time Jordan was going into his first ever post-transformation/climax nap.

Raymond was completely unaware of what awaited him at home aside from his boyfriend probably sleeping in bed. The closer Raymond got to home he went from hoping Jordan would wake up to call him and keep him company on the way home to wanting to wake him up himself in bed. It would be a cute gesture and catch Jordan off guard. Something Raymond enjoyed doing for fun when he could.

Arriving home and seeing his boyfriend’s car parked in the driveway led Raymond to think nothing was amiss. The first sign that anything was off were all the curtains in the house being closed. Not unheard of but odd to Raymond as he unlocked the front door. Inside was dark and the heat had the whole place stuffy. The more Raymond walked around the house seeing furniture moved around, waiting mugs of water, and the kiddie pool in the backyard he wondered what exactly Jordan had been up to.

A loud, throaty snoring from the bedroom confirmed that Jordan was definitely asleep in their bedroom. That was some assurance to Raymond, though it sounded like Jordan had a head cold. Which could explain some of it but definitely not all. Raymond was going to ask Jordan to fill in the blanks once he had a snack and something to drink after the long drive.

“Huh, what’s this?” Raymond wondered as he picked up the box of the shopkeeper's brownies. Which Jordan had left on the counter with the lid ajar. His curiosity grew when he saw they were brownies. The aroma alone was enough to entice anyone. Unwrapping a single brownie, Raymond shrugged as only human. “He probably got these for us anyway. I’m sure he won’t mind me having just one,” he reasoned before popping the brownie into his mouth. The taste only washed away any guilt he may have had. “Oh that’s really good. Wonder where he got these. I gotta ask for the recipe,”

Licking his fingers and washing it down with a fitting glass of milk, Raymond decided to pay his lover a visit in bed. Raymond was a little taller than Jordan, fatter, with smoother skin, short brown hair, and blue eyes. He was taking off his work clothes as he walked along and heard just how loud and inhuman the snoring really was. Whatever Raymond thought he might find when he opened the door, a four hundred-seventy pound naked rhino man covered in dry jizz was not on his bingo card.

“What the f-,”stammered Raymond as words failed him. Not seeing the resemblance to his boyfriend, it was just a strange, well-endowed rhinoceros man where Jordan should be. Raymond rubbed his eyes and got closer to the bed while wondering if he was seeing things. When he reached the bed’s edge the rhino man rolled over towards Raymond looking very, very real. He was about to call out again when the creature’s content sleeping face was that of his boyfriend. “Jordan? That can’t be you, can it?” Raymond wondered breathlessly.

Jordan’s elongated ears twitched to life independently at the sound of Raymond’s voice. Bringing Jordan out of his lovely nap to a very confused and frightened boyfriend behind his horns. He sat up, eyes wide, and tried to explain what was a truly bizarre situation for Raymond to talk in on.

“Raymond! You’re home early! This isn’t- I’m not- I totally can explain everything!” Jordan hurriedly pleaded as he got out of bed and tried to approach his boyfriend. Who promptly backed away.

“Wh-What the hell are you? You can’t be Jordan… you kinda sound like him and those eyes but, but, but he doesn’t look like this!” Raymond said with a screwed up expression. A naked combination of his boyfriend and a rhinoceros had him backing into a dresser.

“It is me, Raymond! I know I look a little different…”

“A little different?” stressed Raymond.

“Fine, a lot different, but it’s still me. It’s just a bit of magic and it’s not permanent or anything! I’m still your Jordan, Raymond,” he promised while attempting to take up his boyfriend’s hand.

Raymond hesitantly pulled his hand away. “You say ‘magic’ like that answers anything! When did magic become real? How’s this possible?”

Sensing Raymond’s displeasure, Jordan stepped back to give him room. And himself time to find an answer to a complex question. “I didn’t really believe it either but I learned about this shop and, uhhhh, the woman there, who’s really nice, sold me something that could let me live out that one kink I told you I had. The one you didn’t have any, umm, interest in? And I thought you were away for a few days and was just indulging it by myself so I didn’t think you’d mind if I did. It wears off in, like, ummm… I have to check the note that came with the box. Off the top of my head I can’t remember for some reason but it’s, like, a whole day. So there’s no reason to be mad or anything, see?” Jordan explained the best he could. Uncommon for him, Jordan had trouble finding the right words and would pause to scratch his brow, tail wagging between most sentences.

The whole thing raised many more questions for Raymond than it answered. One thing came to mind first when Jordan had finished. “Are you telling me you did this to yourself, willingly?”

“Well, umm, yeah?” Jordan innocently answered.

Raymond chuckled in disbelief before speaking frankly. “That’s… nuts! Totally fucking nuts, Jordan!”

“Heh, Double nut, actually, hehe,” Jordan dimly giggled.

“I’m being serious!” an exacerbated Raymond huffed.

“Sorry! I’m just saying it’s not that big a deal! I’m still the man I was. Just, heh, hornier. It’ll wear off and I’ll be back to my old, boring self,” Jordan assured.

“I sure hope you’ll be back to normal! And fast, because I have a lot of questions and I cannot take you seriously when you look like, like, like… you do,” Raymond insisted as he rubbed his temples trying to process it all.

“What? You say that like I look bad or something,” Jordan snorted proudly with chest pushed out. His hands slid over his hips, ass, belly, and down to his cock. Which stiffened up at Jordan’s touch and sent a shiver of arousal over him. The smile on his face grew as Jordan's waking nerves gave way to titillation. “I think I look really good. Have you seen what the brownie has done to my junk? I sure have, heh,” he bragged.

Raymond glanced at Jordan and saw him stroking his massive dick casually with dumb grin on his snout. “You look ridiculous, Jordan. I can’t believe you’d do this sort of thing behind my back. You’re practically a monster,” Raymond disliked confessing. Then his eyes narrowed. “What brownie are you talking about?”

“I’m not a monster! I’m Jordan with a side of rhino, heh,” joked Jordan.

“I can see that. But what does a brownie have to do with anything?” he pressed.

Distracted by his reflection in the nearby mirror, Jordan’s erection got harder as he realized Raymond said something. “Huh?”

“Jordan, try to pay attention! Maybe stop groping yourself,” Raymond told his boyfriend as he felt embarrassed for them both. “And I asked you about the brownie. You said something about a brownie?”

“I did? Ohhhh, right! The brownie was soooo good. The transformation is just the icing.” Jordan smacked his lips. “All this brownie talk is making me hungry on top of my horny,” snickered Jordan.

Raymond walked up and grabbed Jordan by the wrist. “Talk sense, Jordan! What do the brownies have to do with what happened to you? Give me an uncomplicated answer,” he urged.

“The brownie… did this,” Jordan answered, taking Raymond’s hand into his own. Moving it not so subtly to his own cock. “Magic rhino brownies that make you, heh, horny.”

“Hey! I’m trying to be serious here, Jordan!” Raymond tried and failed to yank his hand from Jordan’s solid grip. “Magic horny brownies? Those are what turned you into… this?”

“So far it has. Get me more worked up and let’s see how much more I change,” Jordan hinted while cozying closer to his boyfriend. Forgetting exactly how much bigger and stronger he was.

“The brownies in the red box in the kitchen? Those brownies? They did this to you?” Raymond asked as he grew flustered. He could still taste the brownie he’d eaten on his tongue.

Jordan nodded as he tilted his lips down and he tried to kiss and lick Raymond. “Sure did,” he smiled.

“Damn it, Jordan! I ate one of those!” Raymond cried out, trying to get through to Jordan.

“Huh, why’d you do that? They make you horny. And, uhhh, actually horny. Like me!” Jordan happily remarked.

“I didn’t know they were magic until you just told me! I’m not into this stuff like you- Hey! Wh-What are you doing!” gasped Raymond as he was helpless to stop Jordan fondling the front of his work slacks. With a mere tug, Raymond’s belt snapped along with the button, zipper, and the front of his slacks. Before Raymond knew it his pants were around his ankles and Jordan’s massive hand was cupping his junk through his boxers.

“I’m getting you all warmed up, sexy. You’ll enjoy it if you let yourself enjoy it,” Jordan promised with plenty of snorts. Thoroughly aroused, Jordan could feel his body buzzing with the triggering of his next stage of transformation. His proportions swelling in some areas like his thighs and waist already.

“Jordan! I don't want to change into anything! You’ve gotta let m-m-me go before you do something stupid,” Raymond tried to insist. He couldn’t overpower Jordan and he didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend either. Even if he wasn’t thinking clearly. Despite his shock and resistance, Raymond could feel himself getting turned on. Jordan’s hands may have been rough but they knew what they were doing.

“What’s stupid about loving my boyfriend? And wanting you? Nothin’. Now come on. Let’s play,” Jordan gruffly told his boyfriend.

His body bulging with strength and arousal dulling his wits, Jordan surprised Raymond by next lifting him up by the armpits. Jordan walked him over to the bed while sloppily licking Raymond's face and hair along the way, and set his boyfriend down roughly on the far side of the bed. So he could lower down and use his enlarged tongue on Raymond’s nethers. To great effect.

“Jordan! S-S-Stop, man! Wha’s g-g-g-got into yoooOOoOOOOUUU Ohhhh…” Raymond moaned despite trying to put his foot down. His boyfriend’s longer, wider rhino tongue in addition to the brownie’s aphrodisiac influence had Raymond toes and feet curling from the pleasure with just a few heated sloppy licks. Raymond couldn’t protest when he could only moan, gasp, and grunt hotly from his oddly tingly mouth.

Unable to free himself, talk Jordan down, or to stop himself enjoying it, Raymond let his eyes flutter shut. That saved him looking at what Jordan had done to himself. Which prevented him from seeing the beginnings of the same changes manifesting in himself as the sizzling transformative heat soon coursed through his whole body.

With every breath Raymond took now his body bristled larger. The bed creaked as the pair’s weight ballooned as their forms did. Raymond’s undershirt and short sleeve button down dress shirt grew tighter and tighter. The buttons of his shirt shot off into the roof before the shirts themselves came apart in shreds.

‘You’re buying me a… a new shirt, sexy fucking jerk,’ Raymond did think to himself, eyes still closed, while it was happening. He didn’t quite equate the tightness and tearing to himself changing but rather the roughness of Jordan. An early sign of the subtle dumbing of Raymond’s wits brought on by his transformation.

Jordan’s ready submission to pleasure meant he was already seeing the magic at work. Hisframe had already visibly added pounds, growing wider and bulkier around the shoulders and neck. Jordan’s skin was getting thicker and grayer in parts too. A gradual merging of fingers and toes would turn five digits into three thick, hoof-like ones. His feet come to more closely resemble a rhino’s as opposed to the somewhat human hands. The latter’s changes requiring Jordan rely on his tongue, lips, and head to pleasure Raymond. Something he quite enjoyed with his uncomplicated animal reasoning.

Having to decide between continuing his blowjob or moving lower to tongue Raymond’s plumping asshole was the hardest decision Jordan could handle. The bigger his boyfriend’s rear got the more Jordan favored a rimjob. However as the transformation progressed it swelled the size of Raymond balls and cock just as it did everything else. Jordan would vacillate between the options. Lathering on the saliva at a time Raymond’s skin was showing signs of going rhino gray.

To Raymond it felt like his erection was just getting bigger and bigger with no end. For Jordan it was just more to lick and love. His own genitals had been dangling off the end of the bed from the start. With Jordan’s changes revving up more his balls would swell up ever larger until hitting the floor, where they’d fatten up further beneath a wagging tail. Jordan’s already enormous cock showed signs of flaring at the head like a rhino’s but would not progress as far along as the burgeoning sheath would. It gathered at the base and kept his dick from drooping to the floor. So it hung, hard as stone, rubbing against the edge of the bed every time he moved. Explaining the puddle of pre-cum Jordan had going under him.

The blended smell of sweat, cum, and their collective bestial passions hang heavy in the air. That aroma filled Raymond’s growing nose where it smelled so much sweeter. He kept his eyes closed to focus on taking more whiffs of the air. Becoming so indulgent for a time that the stretching out of his swollen face into a rhino’s snout or his ears getting elongated and pointed didn’t make him open his eyes. But when the first of his horns broke the skin, it and the snout it sat on were what Raymond finally opened his eyes too.

“Muh face?! It looks just like- OOooOOOOOOO!” Raymond bellowed as Jordan’s lengthy tongue found the right spot while rimming. He caught flashes of himself, of the bigger, more rhino-like Jordan, as he arched his back. Once the initial shock wore off, Raymond’s body flopped back down on the bed. Some metal supports and crossbars under the bed bent and buckled but the frame barely held.

Raymond wanted to be mad but was too close to climax for it to stick. Forcing him to ride things out with his mouth agape and his own enlarged tongue hanging out from pleasure overload. When the second horn was pushing out was also when Raymond discovered his tail. He let his head flop to the side to avert his gaze from his own transformation. However the mirror Jordan had set up to watch himself change now let Raymond truly see what had happened to him. Jordan’s foresight to spend a little extra on a fog proof mirror assuring it was the only surface not steamed up in the room.

“Come on, horny boy. Heh. I’ve got you,” Jordan loveably snorted at his boyfriend. All while taking both of their pre-cum dripping cocks into either of his three fingered hands. Where he’d tug and stroke with careless vigor. Getting himself off being the cherry on top. The real treat for Jordan being the sight of Raymond sharing his fetish to orgasm and looking sexy as fuck while doing it. Jordan paused before taking Raymond’s cock his mouth after catching him staring in the mirror. “Fuck we look good,” remarked Jordan with grin. Then went right on to sucking Raymond’s dick.

With Jordan’s tongue at him, Raymond lasted a few seconds more and then came the biggest load of his life, which Jordan swallowed hungrily as his own orgasm triggered. Jordan’s changes had finished with him bigger, dumber, and with few human features left. His partner’s changes were in the slow down phase and would finish while Raymond basked in the afterglow of climax. He had the same changes to him that he’d walked in on Jordan with and despite all outward appearances of being deeply pleased, Raymond didn’t forget how mad he was. It was just hard to be mad when Jordan lovingly pulled him off the bed to lay beside him as they both grew tired.

“Don’t think I’m not pissed at you, Jordan. You’re going to fix this,” a yawning Raymond attempted to rebuke. “After a quick nap.”

“Mmmmm. Whatever you say,” Jordan replied. This as he played a cuddly big spoon.

A little over an hour later Raymond woke up to find himself alone and still on the floor. He got up slowly and approached the mirror to see himself. The surreal sight required a lot of maneuvering to catch every side of his new form in the limited mirror space. Raymond didn’t hate what he saw entirely but it wasn’t enough to win him over or douse his justified anger with Jordan.

Hearing banging in the kitchen, Raymond gingerly made his way there. He never realized how narrow the doorways and low the ceilings were until he had to navigate it now. So Raymond was back to agitated when he found a snacking Jordan.

“Hey, Raymond. How ya feeling, good lookin’, heh,” Jordan greeted with a mouthful of berries and lettuce. He was leaning against the counter with their largest mixing bowl fixed with a hasty mix of greens, fruits, and berries. Raspberry and strawberries mostly.

“Good looking? I’m a rhino freak monster! The same as you!” Raymond yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

Jordan chuckled. “We’re not the same. I’m, like, a lot bigger than you. Horns are bigger too. That makes you sexy and me, ummm, sexy plus. Heh, I like that. Then for the next stage, you’ll be sexy plus and I’ll be… sexy, ummm, plus… plus! Yeah, even better,” Jordan carried on. Not picking up on Raymond’s anger at all.

“Stop acting like you don’t know! This is your fault for getting those, ummmm, the… the… the magic snack you got. The chocolatey one. If you hadn’t found those I would have never- Hey! Are you paying attention to me?” Raymond huffed after storming right up to Jordan didn’t so much as phase his eating.

“Brownie,” Jordan answered.

“Wha?”

“It was a brownie. The nice shop lady sold it to me.” shrugged Jordan. “They were just for me so, umm, if you ate one then… then… then you owe me at least… one magic brownie. Or I’ll settle for an unmagical batch that tastes as good,” he offered.

“It did taste good…” Raymond agreed, licking his lips and forgetting his point. When he realized how easily he’d been derailed he got flustered. “Damn it, Jordan. This is serious! We can talk about why you bought brownies that turn people into lusty rhino monsters after you’ve given me the antidote or cure or whatever magic thing fixes me! There has to be one for this sort of thing, right? Right?!”

Jordan chewed his food and swallowed as he tried thinking. “Ant-dote? Cure? I think she said it, ummmm, wears off? Maybe?”

“You think? Maybe? Is your brain turning to mush, Jordan?” Raymond accosted his boyfriend as he shook him by the shoulders. “This is important! I don’t want to change anymore! I want to go back to being human me. That must have been your plan too, right? You weren’t planning on staying a rhinos-rhin… rhinoceros forever, right?”

“Pfffft! Nahhhhh. I would change back,” giggled Jordan. In his mind Raymond was just having some fun and was getting cozy by grabbing him. So he started to caress Raymond back to show how frisky he still was.

“Change back how? Don’t tell me I have to wait. Or change more…” Raymond worried while trying to ignore Jordan getting handsy.

Jordan didn’t say anything. He just kept trying to grab Raymond’s cock only to get his hand batted away.

“Stop it, Jordan! I asked you something!”

“Sure, but you said not to tell you if, like, you’d have to wait. Pretty sure that’s it. Or something weird with the brownies, I dunno,” Jordan hastily recalled as he got himself worked up. “You smell real good, heh.”

“Hey! Stop smelling and keep your hands to yourself! This is super serious! If there is something with the brownies that can fix what I look like you gotta tell me, Jordan! Calm down and try not thinking with your dick,” Raymond begged as he pried himself away.

“Awwwww. We’re having fun,” Jordan objected.

“You’re having fun! I feel like, like, like… like I’m losing my mind over here! And you're not being any help,” Raymond told his boyfriend.

“That’s fair. My memory is not so good right now. Can only think about food,” Jordan revealed as a devious smirk spread across his snout. “And fucking, heh.”

“Is that all this version of you thinks about? Sex and grazing?” Raymond admonished as he turned away from Jordan.

“You say that like it’s a bad sorta thing,” Jordan waved off. Not wanting to waste his arousal, Jordan turned to stroking himself.

That kept Jordan well occupied as Raymond puzzled for a way out of his predicament. He grabbed the box of special brownies and took them to the nearby oak dining table. Raymond smartly avoided sitting in one of the chairs, knowing it would break under his added rhino bulk, and used that to assure himself he hadn’t been dumbed down like Jordan. He decided to just lean on the table. Which he accomplished with awkward, graceless fumbling of his unfamiliar body. Bent over on his elbows, ass stuck in the air, legs spread, and tail slack was where Raymond settled for comfort.

“Maybe there’s instructions in the box that are of more use than my empty headed boyfriend,” Raymond opined as he tried opening the box. His bigger hands and slowed mental capacity got him very close to getting the lid off but never enough. He could easily rip the box open but as mad as Raymond was at him, the box was still Jordan’s that he’d had without asking. Raymond would have kept trying until dark if an adoring tongue didn’t find and lick his asshole out of the blue. “What the fuuUUUUuoooOOck?!”

Raymond didn’t have to see to know whose tongue it was. ‘Jordan you jerk! What the fuck are you doing?! I’m trying to fix things and you’re trying to make them worse! You fucking jerk!’ he cursed in his head since he feared. Speaking risked moaning more and Raymond knew Jordan would take it as encouragement Not considering that Jordan had other ways of knowing his sudden rimjob was welcome. Like Raymond’s quivering knees, throbbing erection, wagging tail and ears, and toes curling into the carpet from pleasure. Better yet were those same toes showing the early signs of merging into a hooved trio more befitting a rhino. Being on all fours himself, Jordan having gotten himself going and triggered stage three, he had a pretty good vantage on Raymond’s feet. Among other parts.

“P-Please… Jordan you gotta… stop. Please d-don’t… stop…” Raymond grunted several times in varied orders when he was able. There was little to no conviction behind his garbled words. His grunts, huffs, heavy panting, and more bestial noises punctuated his speech as Raymond’s body swelled and changed. The transformation followed the same overall size increase and loss of human features and smarts at the expense of more horny rhino.

Jordan happily pleasured his partner without care for words or that he was becoming more beast than man. He’d gone on all fours to adapt to the internal shifting of his pelvis and hips. Then as his rump fattened and his shoulders shifted like his hips, Jordan’s broadened and contorted to steadily become forelegs. He didn’t understand that’s why standing had gotten so much easier but it did make his work easier. That led to his hands turning into sturdy and stout hooves capable of handling how much more of Jordan there was now.

The change that Jordan noticed and felt quite intimately was the one remolding the head, shaft, and hilt of his penis. His sheath stitched its way up his expansive gut as his cock joined the rest of his rhino parts in looking the part. Flush pink, with a central ridge, slight kink, and flared glans that made it fit with so much of the rest of him. And it wasn’t finished changing when Jordan’s first load sputtered and gushed out. With another coming not long after when Raymond gave in and orgasmed too.

The paired force and weight of the two climaxing semi-rhinos broke the legs of the dining room table. Its subsequent collapse barely registered for Raymond, who just went on all fours. And Jordan truly had no idea it happened with his face buried and mind miles away. Even after parting to recover from both orgasm and changes, Jordan failed to see or care about any damage they’d caused. That was a problem for some other day.

They dozed beside one another for around twenty minutes in peace. Raymond was the one to get up once the lust in his veins cleared. What didn’t clear was the fog and haze in Raymond’s head.

“Stupid idiot! You’re too horny for your own good,” Raymond huffed with resentment at the splayed two thousand pound rhino in the room.

“Heh, horny,” snickered Jordan in a raspy, distorted voice. Sounding as barely human as Jordan looked.

“Look at what you’ve done to me. To yourself, Jordan. You’re really into this sort of… thing?” asked Raymond, scratching the small patch of his old hair that remained atop his high brow.

Jordan nodded without hesitation. “You into too,” he alleged confidently.

“What? No I’m not! You said it yourself the, the… ummm, chocolatey, tasty, yummy, magic… snack-”

“Brownie,” Jordan practically mooed.

“Yeah, duh. The brownie is an afrodee- asfro- afpo- damn it. That’s making me turned on, not liking it! Y-Y-You’re the one that, ummm, that got us into this. Stupid. Gah, my head!” Raymond complained. His loss of intelligence lowered Raymond from figuring a way out. It also meant his stubborn pride could overrule reason, giving him the energy to at least remember what he had been doing before Jordan made things worse. “Do you see that red brown box anywhere? I had it on the- oh shit, Jordan. The table! That thing was a, umm, old. Shit, I really need that box, Jordan!” stressed Raymond.

“See it? Ha! You the dummy! Rhino’s have terrible vision,” Jordan pointed out with a smug laugh. “I see you though, cutie,” he flirted.

“Super. You know anything useful? Like, a cure or spell or fix for turning into a rhino? Because that would be, you know, like, really swell, Jordan. Would go a long way making up… a lot,” Raymond rambled as he searched.

“Fine. Let me think.”

“Forgive me if I don’t wait on you,” Raymond remarked as he doubled his efforts to find the box. He looked all around the shattered dining table without any luck. Raymond didn’t think he could be stupid enough to not spot the bright red box. He was at his diminished wits end when he finally spotted the ribbon of the box- sticking out from under his lounging partner’s back. “Jordan…” he growled.

“Wait, I think I remember something!” Jordan jolted his upper half up to declare. He’d lay right back down to continue, but not before Raymond had a chance to kick the crushed box out from under him. “She said eating a second brownie… was good! Or, I remember the feeling of good. Good means good, and good is cure for Ray!” he recalled with difficulty.

Raymond feared the worst opening the box, the lid giving him no trouble this time. The cloth was still folded but of the six wrapped brownies only two remained. Four had burst open and their crumbs littered the floor or stuck to Jordan’s thick, canvas like skin. Those two that survived were smashed but in one piece. Having half-listened to what Jordan said, fate might have smiled on them.

“One brownie to change and, and… and another to switch back. That makes… sense? Yeah, that tracks. Why’d you have to get so dumb to remember that detail? You’re lucky these two you didn’t squish. Box was under you the whole time, dummy,” Raymond made sure to call out.

“It was? Heh, oopsy.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You’re eating a brownie too,” Raymond promised as he shook the brownies free of their wrapping.

“Huh? No I’m not! I’m not done, Ray!” bellowed Jordan.

“Oh yes you are! We’re both eating, going back to people, and we’re having a talk about all this… horny business. Now open your mouth!” Raymond demanded, brownie in hand.

Jordan got up very slowly to argue better. “No! No change! You can human and I’ll horny until, I dunno, I’m done. Then I brownie. Then talk.”

“No and no. Open your mouth and swallow. I know you can swallow…” Raymond remarked off-handedly.

Processing the joke cooled Jordan’s temper completely. “Heh, swallow,” he tittered right as Raymond fed him the balled up brownie.

“Laugh now,” nodded Raymond while he swallowed his own. “I want serious, human Jordan for our talk later. Not this dummy animal you wanna be.”

“Uh huh,” Jordan nodded back. “So yummy.”

Raymond licked his three fingers clean of the chocolatey, nutty taste before replying. “On that, we agree,” Jordan felt smart saying, smacking his lips. “Did your magic baker lady say how long the, uhhh, number two brownie would take to, ya know, ummm… Un-change us?”

“Uhhhhh, yeah! I remember… two brownies, one week. So, one week,” Jordan avowed from memory.

“One… week? But I, you, w-w-we change after minutes! That can’t be right, d-dummy! Remember better!” Raymond demanded, grabbing hold of Jordan’s big horn.

“That’s what the shop lady said! Let’go of muh horn, Ray!” Jordan demanded right back.

“I won’t until- Ohhh wait, wait! I think… I think I feel…” Raymond trailed off as he released Jordan to better feel that unmistakable brownie magic flow down his arms, hands and fingers. “One week? Dummy, more like one minute! You really had me scared there, man.”

“Huh. Two brownies, one week seemed important… Heh, swallow.” The joke stayed funny to Jordan as he felt the magic spreading out from his belly.

Raymond stomped away with the idea of changing back by himself in his office or the living room or possibly outside. Before he could choose the second brownie’s real magic hit, and Raymond’s ambitions failed without launch. His hands rapidly cramping, deforming, and swelling into heavy hooves.

“No! This isn’t supposed to, to, to…Nrgggahh! Jordan y-you dumb-asssss!” Raymond wailed on his way to falling on all fours. Pinching in his hips and shoulders prevented Raymond from righting himself. As did the accelerated rate of change brought on by his and Jordan’s double dosing.

“Heh, assssss,” Jordan lisped as he blissfully submitted to the changes. He didn’t care he lost his voice, was packing on pounds, girth, length, and had white rhino’s distinct hump on the back of his neck. It meant he could better enjoy the arousal that came with it. While Raymond panicked at losing his wits, hands, and the sight of what was happening to his cock, Jordan found clarity.

Remembering his previous plans, Jordan waddled off to open the patio door before they had no chance to get out. He used his mouth to slide the door open, knocking over a few things in the process. Everything in the backyard was ready and from what Jordan’s shrinking brain figured, they could totally fit out the door- which they most certainly could not. But Jordan didn’t know that. He marched back to Raymond triumphant and confident they could get outside before they transformed fully.

Jordan walked in on Raymond slouched against the wall, well into stage three and cruising into four, licking the tip of his cock with a wagging tail. In all his running around, Jordan forgot about the horny factor in his simple plan. He was content to watch and let Raymond keep going but his transformation was far from done filling him out. Soon Raymond couldn’t reach or bend close enough, spoiling his fun. So Jordan stepped in with his own tongue to keep the party going.

Like everything else he’d planned that day, they didn’t manage to get outside before both men had fully transformed. There was a small gap in time when the fresh air from outside wafted by them and they could have gotten out with only Jordan pushing tons. However the thought never occurred to either man as Raymond, free of shame and full of lust, mounted Jordan. They had other pressing concerns. Like how hard it was for a still growing Raymond to find Jordan’s asshole with his new cock.

A lot of poking, prodding, and the completion of Raymond’s transformation, they finally got down to proper fucking. The floorboards broke under their weight, leaving them standing on cement foundation (and glad they didn’t have a basement. Or lived in an upstairs apartment) while the fucked liked horny animals. Their horns also punctured their drywall ceiling that day and many times over the next week as they traded who was on top. That first time caused the most damage by far as their passions and unfamiliarity with exactly how big they were caused copious collateral damage. Didn’t matter so long as it felt that good.

Raymond licked his lover’s backside in the afterglow of their first proper fuck as rhinos. Meanwhile Jordan panted with a deep satisfaction his dim intelligence couldn’t fully fathom. Just that it was better to have company than to be alone. And there was no better company than Raymond (and his tongue).

The favor was returned to Raymond not long after when Jordan arose with a single-minded desire to lick his partner’s balls, sheath, and cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore. That’s when Jordan, fully erect and edged himself, would mount Raymond and try his luck. He was able to find the mark faster than Raymond and proved a vigorous, snorting, drooling mess once Jordan was in a rhythm. While underneath him, Raymond rutted and dug yet another massive hole in the floor with his front legs. The thunderous bellows the two let out as they orgasmed rattled the chunks of ceiling loose. Not that they cared.

More problems for future Jordan and Raymond.

They were too simple minded and prone to fooling with each other that Raymond didn’t harbor, or remember, any ill feelings about what had happened. Those would definitely come later when cleanup came and they saw what a box of brownies really cost them.

It was a full year before Jordan felt he could return to the shopkeeper for another special batch of brownies. Rather than go behind Raymond’s back, his boyfriend came with him. Not as support, but as a fellow customer with a very horny fetish.