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The darkened, silent ArrowCave had been abuzz with activity only a few hours earlier, as the team worked to inspect and track down the smugglers of the alleged "enchanted" powder. Oliver certainly didn't believe in the magical properties the powder possessed, but he still didn't want it falling into the wrong hands.

Relaxed and clad in a casual pair of black briefs and a black tank-top, Oliver stood next to one of several metal drums housing the ivory dust. Metal scoop in hand, Oliver opened a clear plastic bag marked SAMPLE and scooped a handful or so of the powder into the sack. He wasn't sure how much he needed to get for the lab, so he filled the bag to the top and went to zip it, only to realize he had overfilled it. Oliver sighed and gave the bag a firm squeeze, hoping to relive some excess air. He's rewarded by a gust of white powder, scattering across the black fabric of his tank and clouding his vision. The hero attempted to fan away the cloud, only to lose grip of the bag and have it fall to the floor with a dull thud. A plume of floury fog rockets upward, getting in Oliver's nostrils and mouth as he starts to cough, white blanketing his briefs and streaking his chest, caking his exposed skin.

Squinting, Oliver purses his lips and puffs out some of the dust, smacking his chest to relive the fabric of the powder that has somehow managed to absolutely cover him. He fans harder, stepping back as he wipes his forehead and eyes, clearly unenthused as he backs up and lets out a loud sneeze. "Shit. It's everywhere." Ollie thinks to himself as he opens his eyes, only to find the bag landed upright and managed to coat him without touching the rest of the cave. He shakes his head and bends down to grab the bag, figuring he'll take care of it another day as he puts it in one of the metal containers and seals it up. "Shower #2, I guess." He groans aloud as he heads back to his locker room, annoyed as he outstretches his arms and scratches his shoulderblade.

As Oliver makes his way into the bathroom, his nose begins to itch. He sniffles and bunches his nostrils before running his forearm against it, figuring the powder managed to get inside. The dull ache intensifies as he grabs his nose, unsure of the sudden throbbing within. The dull pain intensifies, the sensations as if he had broken or bruised himself as he rubs at the bridge. The pain spreads to the front of his mouth, his jaw becoming tight as his front teeth begin to expand, a loud crack being heard. Groaning, Oliver hunches over against the black countertop and gazes into the mirror, focusing on the pops and snaps of his visage.

Gritting his teeth, Oliver watches as his nostrils broaden, the tip starting to flatten as his chest grows tight in his tank-top. His breath is short but builds in effort, his lungs filling but refusing to deflate, as his jaw and nose extends outward. His teeth clamped, Oliver's eyes widen as he sees his nose broaden, his nostrils rounding out as his nose recedes into his growing snout, a bump breaking through the skin of his muzzle and rising outward, expanding at the base as it tapers to a dull point. The hero grips his new horn as a second, smaller protrusion rips through his skin, extending into a smaller, thinner sister horn. His ears migrate up his skull, his hair tickling their surfaces as they curve over, spanning outward as the ivory skintone spreads down his neck.

The man's mind reels as his shoulders ripple outward, his triceps flourishing into bulbous rounded shapes, his traps rising up his neck as veins race over its surface. Oliver clenches his jaw, sputtering as his singlet splinters at the back, shoulders widening as his lean biceps begin to bubble and throb. His abdominal muscles convulse as the snowy pallor engulfs his body. Sinewy divots bunch beneath the tightening skin of his traps, his abs convulsing as they restructure and strengthen. The transforming hero knocks his head against a hanging light and opens his eyes, realizing he's gained more than a foot in height as drool starts to ooze from his wrinkled lips. His taut pectorals barrel outward, nipples darkening to a sleek silver as his pecs bloat, taking on new thickness and forming rounded, teardrop shapes.

A black protrusion snakes around his left thigh, betraying Oliver's fear as it begins to pulse and extend, inching further down as his toned thighs. He thrusts forward as blood suddenly rushes to his organ, sending it upward with a jolt, the head poking from the waistband of his briefs and revealing a new bright pink color. Blonde bristles sprout at the lip of his briefs, sprouting upward across his abs and trailing up between his new cleavage.

"Fucking... hell..." Oliver bellows with a deeper voice as length pushes further from his waistband, his thighs inflating as new strength flows into them, crevices highlighting the size and mass of the bowed shapes as they begin to push together. His slight glutes balloon outward, swelling the back of his briefs, jiggling slightly as the groove between his cheeks deepens. Oliver's cock slips further outward as he takes the girthy length into his hand, feeling them ripple and change in unison, his fingers enlarging as his shaft fattens. A small, wirey shape lengthens out of his tailbone, drooping down his ass as a tuft of blonde appears at the end.

A dizziness clouds Oliver's head as he strokes himself, thumbing the slit and smearing it with precum as his head begins to bob back and forth, his brain fogging. Each stroke of his member bunches skin at the ends, his cockhead morphing and becoming bulbous and slick as he gains a foreskin. Dazed, Oliver blinks several times and shakes his head, as if wires were crossing and reconnecting deep in his brain.

"Fuck bro! Ollie's lookin hot today!"

An incredulous smile crosses the rhino's maw as he throws his right arm over his head and takes a deep breath, inhaling the rough, warm musk of his sweaty pits and unveiling the moist dusting of blonde within. He pushes his snout closer in and takes a lick his cock jumping within his grip. "Smells like man, fuck..." Ollie squeezes the base of his cock, tugging his sack out over his briefs and letting his squirming testicles dangle.

"Fuck yeah!" The rhino licks at his sweaty pit, the musty warm stench turning him on as he tastes his musky sweat. He pumps his cock harder, precum bubbling from the tip and slicking his grip. He thrusts into his sticky palms, practically bucking, until he falls forward onto the counter and a fountain of thick seed gushes from his cock, splattering across the counter as he snorts. "aAHHHH YEAAHHH!" Ollie bellows and unlatches from his cock, moving to grab the edges of the countertop as he begins to hump the cum-streaked granite, his seed still gushing from the head as he bucks against the cold surface, smacking it wetly against the counter.

"Aww man... fuck that was hot." Ollie takes a few breaths and a couple more thrusts against the granite, streaks and globs of white painting the surface and seeping down into the sink drain. "mmm... Gun show!" Ollie brings his arms upward into a flex, allowing his richly defined and thick biceps to ball up. He leans forward to admire the striations in his back, only to shrug. "Fuck it!" Ollie leans over and tugs his briefs down his thighs and kicks them off his feet, backing away from the counter as he takes in a full view of his body.

"Fuckin swole bro! Mmmh!" Ollie's pecs begin to twitch, bouncing up and down... the rhino smirks as he bounces his chest muscles, letting them dance as he admires his form. "Needa get myself a piece of ass tonight, fuck. Where's a rhino gotta go to get his dick wet?" The rhino pats his abs, in love with himself as his semi-flaccid member begins to stiffen once more.