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"Over here, Chief!" One of the lieutenants called out, waving him down from across the crime scene. Chief Bogard sighed audibly and carried himself over towards the eager young man. He had no business being out here, even though he was a captain. His promotion had been simply due to his ability to play bureaucracy. He had never been much for fieldwork as an officer, much preferring to focus on the day-to-day running of his police station since he'd gotten the position. His efficiency at filing reports and dealing with the press was what made him the perfect face of the department.

Yet he had a bit of a silent reputation on the force for being weak-willed. The officers in his precinct were used to a hard-assed, more commanding leader, someone out on the front lines with them. Bogard was none of those things. Normally he would not be concerned with such an accusation. Yet, he'd even heard mutterings from his officers that they considered him cowardly, unfit to lead the police force. As a result, he found it a troublesome task to command the loyalty of his team. Nothing that could be considered outright insubordination, of course, but enough to make him doubt his credentials for the position.

This conflict hadn't gone unnoticed with his superiors. The mayor had insisted he spent more time doing fieldwork to help boost the morale of his officers. Unhappy policemen did not sit well with the voting population, after all. The more Bogard had contemplated the idea, the more he realized it was the right thing to do. As much as he lamented it, part of his duty was to take charge and be a leader.

Thus, he found himself at the scene of a drug bust operation, hoping to have his officers see him in action. Sadly, depending on one's view, the operation was a bust. The perpetrators had all fled the scene, leaving their equipment and product behind. Simply put, there was no one to arrest. The chief hadn't had a chance to take charge at all, at least not in a serious capacity.

Sighing at the wasted trip, he walked over in response to the shout to examine a series of strangely marked canisters. Unlike the rest of the equipment in the building, left haphazardly strewn all over, these were meticulously stacked side by side in the corner. He examined one container closely, reading the words Babulus bubalis written on the label. Was it Latin? Further inspection showed that each container had a different Latin name that the chief couldn't readily identify. He wished he'd paid more attention in college!

"Any idea what might be in these, lieutenant?" The chief asked.

"The report says it's supposed to be an illicit substance mixed with animal DNA. Some kind of steroid? Apparently, in low doses, it goes undetected by drug tests. Potent shit," replied the lieutenant as he went back to cataloging the samples.

The chief turned to leave but suddenly tripped over a tool left carelessly on the floor. He struggled to maintain his hold on the canister but cursed as it fell out of his grasp and onto the floor. With an audible bang, the lid of the container broke. All at once a cloud of gas escaped the chamber and rose up around the chief's head, making him cough and sputter. He struggled to get away but a deep breath was all it took for the gas to be inhaled completely.

Feeling a little dizzy, Chief Bogard quickly sat down. Calls were made to the proper health channels while the members of his prescient scattered to ensure nothing happened to their chief. Bogard did cough and sputter a bit from the gas inhalation but yet felt no other immediate ill effects. After sitting for fifteen minutes he felt completely fine. One of his officers told him to go see a doctor, but the chief shrugged it off to finish his shift. He could at least feign toughness to his officers. He knew it was foolish but, still, it was a good opportunity to prove his worth

Yet when he arrived home sometime later, a feeling of stiffness and soreness assaulted him all over. It became more than a little uncomfortable to be in his uniform. It was almost as though he had put one on a size too small, or that he had grown larger in the past hour or two. He didn't chalk it up to the effects of the gas even though it was rather sudden and coincided with the exposure. Either way, he couldn't wait to get his uniform off and take a much-needed shower.

Yet his visage in the full-length mirror of his bathroom gave him pause. He was indeed massive, more so than what sat right on his frame. His already-tight uniform from years at the desk seemed a little too snug. The uniform seemed stretched at the shoulders, as though they'd become broader. The bottom was being pulled upwards by a belly that seemed more expansive than the one he'd had this morning. His belt was tight around his frame, the already strained loops threatening to pull apart. Even his shoes were a bit tight, the toes forced to the front as they seemed squeezed in the diminutive space. Yet Bogard was sure everything fit him this morning. What was going on?

All of a sudden he was aware that it was sweltering in the small room, making him pant to try and alleviate the heat. He was sweating profusely now, the smell starting to make him feel a little light-headed. Bogard reached down to yank off his uniform, realizing all at once how tight it truly was. The fabric had seemingly been pulled taut by his warm chest and stomach underneath. There was nowhere for him to slide his fingers underneath to remove it. He didn't think it would come off now without tearing the material!

All of a sudden a sharp pain erupted in his skull, making him topple over and wince. It was as though something sharp and thick was pressing painfully against the skin, akin to massive pimples. The pressure was almost unbearable and Bogard was certain they would burst through soon. He reached up to rub the spot in time for the skin to give way and something underneath bloodlessly tore through the surface.

Trembling hands felt the surface of the torn skin until something sharp stabbed his hands and made him yelp in distress. Removing his hands revealed a sharp pair of bones that looked more in place on an animal. As he stared in disbelief they seemed to visibly flow from the tear in his skull. Within a few moments that had grown thick and heavy, the horns of some sort of beast if the chief didn't know any better. Bogard ran his fingers over their surface, feeling the smooth bone all the way down to where they had borrowed from his skull. Thankfully the discomfort seemed to dim as strange horns took shape. Yet soon he felt their size and weight uncomfortable without the proper muscle to support their girth.

Before he could reflect on it further, his entire face began to tingle. Bogard moaned, feeling a numbing sensation in his jaw akin to a dentist visit. He held his jaw in his hands as a powerful crack reverberated through his ears. To his shock and disbelief, his jaw began extruding outwards, making him grimace. Every inch of bone felt numb, as though the cavities in each were steadily expanding, reshaping his visage into something else. He could feel the ache in his teeth, his lower skull, and even his tongue. It should be impossible for something like that to happen to his face. Was it in the chemical he'd inhaled? Surely that had to be the cause of this, but how?

The burning and itching all over his were only getting worse. Bogard needed to see what was going on, even as terrified as he was. Slowly, he pulled his hands away from his mouth to take a deeper look in the mirror. A reflection of his open jaw revealed teeth that were far larger and bulkier than they should be. They were thick, much like his molars, flattened like the teeth of some sort of animal. He ran a thickening tongue over them, surprised they were real. The yellowed slabs had no place on a human face. And his lips looked different, almost black to match the texture that was steadily crawling over his features. They appeared almost rubbery as they thickened to hold his new teeth and jaw.

His nose seemed to go along for the ride as his flared nostrils began expanding the width of his new snout. Each nostril grew wider, breathing in the scents of the room with a clarity that frightened Bogard. The stench of his own male sweat was at the forefront of his nose but there were other smells in the small space that had escaped his notice until now. Scents of cleaners, toilets, showers, and chemicals that had not been used in days. Yet Bogard had no time to reflect on this, distracted by the sight of his nose growing dark brown as it spread across his face. It was massive, the texture appearing rough and moist.

Bogard had a sudden realization that his horns and mouth reminded him of a bull. They were clearly inhuman, there was no doubt about that. As to confirm his theory he watched his jaw pressing outward, making more space for his still-expanding teeth and thickening tongue. And his ears seemed to visibly move as he regarded his reflection, with more of a sense of wonder than fear now. They extended upwards, stretching into points that soon rose the length of his expansive horns. The edges seemed to curl in on each other as they surged outward, reaching out perpendicular to his still-expanding head. Soon they were covered in thick hair that matched the texture slowly spreading over his warped features.

As his nose widened Bogard was soon overpowered by a thick fragrance in the air, one that distracted him from the splits and tears of his new bulk against the frame of his garments. It was a heavy scent, like an intoxicating musk that seemed to be wafting off his own changing frame. Normally he would find the heady reek disturbing but for whatever reason, now it had the opposite effect. He felt absolutely entranced by it. The smell clouded his thoughts for a moment and allowed him to relax a little. So potent was it that he found his cock getting taut in his pants as it began to pound at attention.

Bogard stood there still for a moment until the realization of what he was doing hit him like a ton of bricks. The musk in the air was clearly bestial. Why was a sweaty bull's stink making him horny? Yet it was impossible to deny its effects on his body in tandem with the increased size his bullish features were providing.

His entire body itched as hairs started to multiply along the length of his chest and face. It was as though every pore on his body was opening up to allow more darkish color hair to sprout over his body. New hairs poked around the light peppering of beard on his face until it appeared he had not shaved in several weeks. He wanted to scratch his skin to alleviate the irritation but there was little point. He was itching all over as the black bovine hair rapidly covered him. Soon his chin was scarcely visible, expanding the length of his prognathous bovine jaw. His hand idly scratched at the thickening chest hairs along his treasure trail as the tingling of hair growth encapsulated his entire form. His arms, legs, and even the backs of his hands steadily grew a thick coat of dark hair. Was it fur?

The continued swelling of his chest left his shirt impossibly set against his protruding abdomen. The edges of his shirt were drawn further upward as his expansive gut pushed against them. They would not last on his form for long. Part of him was curious to watch such a change. The idea of being massive, powerful, and sexy was oddly appealing. A quick touch of his stomach and pecs was all he needed to know that although there was still some flab there, underneath was hard-packed muscle. Bogard had never been a small man, especially with his deck job. His position left him almost no time for the gym. The thought of gaining hundreds of pounds of muscle with little to no effort was strangely erotic!

With a pop and snap, the buttons on his uniform flicked away one by one, revealing a beer gut the likes of which he'd never seen on his body. Running his hands over the area confirmed the strength that lay underneath his warm paunch. Bogaard flushed with arousal. He was indeed becoming a very beast of a man!

As his stomach bulged forward his shirt was pulled further up his chest while his pecks painfully pierced the taut edges. The chief felt his shoulders widening and knew his increasingly uncomfortable shirt was not fated to last much longer. Instinctively he rotated them forward to try and alleviate the discomfort. The sharp notes of fabric shredding were all he heard for his efforts. His arms were greatly restricted from the mass that was steadily building under his new hide. Biceps, triceps, and deltoids all pushed against his skin insistently, making it nearly impossible for his bovine hide to keep up. A quick touch revealed a taut firmness he had not felt on his frame since college workouts. He was putting layers upon layers of thick muscle in mere minutes!

A tingling in his fingers was all that could draw his attention away from his bulging biceps. Bogard stared stunned at the sight of thick nails situated on each of his digits. They were gray, thickening visibly as he watched, looking like some sort of hard keratin. Bogard felt a strange sort of pressure as though some of the digits were being forced together. As soon as the layers of skin touched, the flesh started to merge as though fusing together. In a rush of fear, he realized that he might be growing hooves!

Yet further inspection revealed only that his pinky and middle fingers were merging with his ring and index fingers respectively, while his thumbs were simply thickening with hoof-like nails. Their formerly translucent keratin turned black as coal as it began to wrap around the girth of each digit. Soon he was left with only three thick nailed extremities on each hand, looking more like pseudo hooves than human fingers. He tried rubbing the flesh of his arms once more but was aware of the lack of tactile sensation he now seemed to have. Yet he could still detect the bulging firmness of muscle swelling underneath the strained substance of his uniform!

His shirt was starting to get impossibly tight now over his expanding bulk, yet the chief doubted his hands were sufficiently dexterous to get it off his swelling body. But that didn't matter. His protruding chest, bulging biceps, and swelling stomach were soon to take care of that problem!

It seemed that every inch of him was now pushing against the frail fabric of his clothing. His shirt was about to tear off at any second. His belt was pulled tight across his waist. His half chub was taut against one side of his uniform while something else started pressing at the other end, something Bogard couldn't readily identify. He reached back along his ass, feeling it, too, starting to press against his confining pants. His touch seemed to spur its growth until a sharp rip left him powerfully embarrassed. And a strange protrusion met his hoof hands, twitching on the inside of his undies as though desperate to tear itself free.

A surge of pleasure from his cock drew his attention down to his tightening pants. He could see the outline of his formerly modest member pulling at the damp denim. It was already moist, leaking from the pleasure of his changing form and the thick masculine musk he was steadily drinking in. The delectable aromas wafting from the straining phallus only served to make his member surge forth with further growth. How big was he going to get? It was clearly much larger than the penis he had had before the change started. Bogard needed to see it!

Reaching down with his beefy hooved hands still left him unable to get a proper grip on his pants as his expanding frame pushed tighter and tighter against them. Fortunately, the issue was soon to resolve itself. He could hear the button on his pants popping off as his belt pulled tautly. The frail leather tore away from the indent that years of fastening the last notch left on it. Soon, the fake leather strap tore in two and came out through the loops from the sheer force of Bogard's expansive bulk. His zipper burst apart as his straining cock separated it from the strings that attached it to his pants. Now there was nothing physically keeping him from the sight of his engorged member!

Bogard's moist underwear and long thin cock flopped out into view and released a whiff of potent male pheromones into his thick blackened nostrils. His cock looked a little odd, much longer than it had been though perhaps a little thinner if such a thing was possible. Was this what the penis of a buffalo looked like?

He had little mental energy to focus on it now. The sweaty musk wafting off his body made him dizzy with lust. He only wished to be finally free of his useless garments to drink in all his changing body had to provide. A resounding tear was soon to signal his wish had been granted as his shoulders expanded well beyond the ability of his clothes to contain. He flexed his upper arms, the briefest motion able to tear away the rags of his powerful form. His pointed curled ears flicked at the delightful sounds as his clothing popped off his massive frame, falling in shreds around his powerful body.

A sharp rip from his shoes joined the cacophony of clothes rending away. Stiffness in his toes signaled a similar fusing as in his fingers, though his big toe no longer remained, unlike this thumbs. He tried to twitch each of them but soon all the tendons and joints had dissolved into nothing as what remained of the bone retracted into Bogard's foot. His stretching heels and thick-nailed toes were almost exactly like the hooves of an ungulate. Yet he didn't feel unbalanced even with his new digitigrade stance. It was as though they were made specifically to hold up his hybrid form, supporting his massive girth without any effort or strain.

The more his sweaty hide poked out through the split fabric, the more his nostrils drank in the odor of his maleness, and the greater his excitement rose. Never had he felt so manly in all his life! Bogard flexed again, posing in the mirror as more of his shirt tore off his back and revealed a thick layer of gray body hair. It was impossible to see the skin as he itched all over. His entire body was covered in a layer of thick hide accented by the short gray hairs.

The sights and scents of his masculine frame made it impossible to hold back the urge to touch his cock. He was the muscled man of his dreams, with a bulky physique and a long cock to match. What man could resist in a similar situation? Bogard reached down, messaging his taut member through the extended fabric, grunting from the waves of ecstasy that his penis provided him. Even the tiniest touch was electric to his sensitive new flesh!

Bogard could feel something waving back and forth in his undies and instinctively reached back to let his new tail free to thrash around in appreciation of its release. Yet his fingers had difficulty freeing the new appendage. It was pressing tightly against the backs of his underwear as it added inch after inch of length. Bogard grunted as he tried to straighten the thing and have it push against his last restriction. Almost there...

With a satisfying pop, his new tail tore a hole in the center of his undies and started flipping back and forth uncontrollably. It was as though it held a mind of its own, just happy to be free. He reached back to touch it, unable to feel its details but aware of the length it had stretched to. He spent a few moments, feeling his thickening tail pull more and more at his undies. It even managed to play over his thick puckered black anus that had moved to be underneath it. Having such a bestial appendage only served to turn him on even more!

His needy cock threatened to break through its own confines at any moment. Bogard focused all his attention on his penis, how long and hard and massive it was, imagining it ripping through his undies and into view. How he needed it!

Grunting out loud, he willed the length to burst forth and greet his dull brown eyes. With an audible rip, his member poked out into the air, exposing the red pointed length into the light of his bathroom. He gazed in shock at the long thin rod, the hairy ball sack covered with fuzzy black flesh, and the bestial sheath attached to his groin. The head was gone, replaced with a pointed tip atop a shaft that was almost three times the length his human member had been. The entire shaft was a bright red, much different than his normal human penis. it was the cock of an animal, and suited the bestial form that the chief now sported!

Immediately he grasped his cock with his thick-nailed fingers, unable to resist the need to touch it. What man could? The motion of stroking himself off was difficult with his changed hands. He couldn't even feel the warm flesh of his penis but that didn't matter. The delight flowing from his cock from even the simplest touch was more than enough to make up for his absent tactile ability.

Bogard started rubbing himself with a rhythm, loving the bestial shape of his cock and how powerful and masculine his new body made him feel. Every stroke made his churning bovine balls throb with the need to cum. They were so full of seed it was almost painful!

Even as he stroked Bogard could feel them growing heavier and heavier with their load. It was agony, feeling them pull downwards as his shaft swelled beyond anything a human could ever handle. But he was hardly human anymore!

It took almost no time to bring him the much-needed climax he'd been craving ever since he'd first breathed in the lovely musk of his new body. Bogard could feel a familiar tingling in his member and increased the tempo of his thrusts. The tension in his balls was building and they were soon to release their potent load. Bogard couldn't hold back even if he tried, and he certainly didn't want to.

It was happening... oh god it was happening!

"OOOOHHH FUCCK!" The chief yelled as the tension in his balls grew uncontrolled and shot stream after stream of cum all over the bathroom mirror. The ecstasy was beyond anything the former human could have fathomed!

An impossible quantity of jism enveloped the mirror, the floor, and the torn remnants of the chief's uniform as he rode the waves of orgasmic release. Never in his life had he been so virile, not even in his youth when first experimenting with his sexuality.

Slowly, he panted, coming down from the incredible orgasm as the last dribbles of cum leaked from his cock. His needs satisfied for the moment, Chief Bogard stared at his face in the mirror, admiring the handsome countenance that greeted him. It looked like a creature out of fantasy, something that should not exist in this world. Yet he couldn't help himself from finding his new body handsome as hell, especially the swelling expanse of muscle he seemed to possess.

He flexed his massive arms, brushing off a piece of uniform that had remained on his massive frame. Turning sideways, Bogard got a good look at his muscled visage as he posed, admiring how much a simple motion accented his already powerful form. His chest was a hard-packed curve, his pecs meaty, and sides ridged with the divots of muscle. The bestial horns and hooves served to accentuate his new body well. His flicking tail only served to make him smile with glee. And all that hair. He was hot as hell!

Reflecting on the events of the day, Bogard finally realized the meaning of the words on the canister. He would have googled it, had his fingers been able to work his phone or keyboard properly. But he was certain it was Latin for "Water Buffalo." Whatever the stuff was, it had changed him into some sort of half-buffalo man! He needed to call the station to alert them of the compound's mutagenic properties and check in with the hospital to make sure his changes were stabilized.

When he was done admiring himself in the mirror, of course.

******

"Settle down and listen up!" Chief Bogo growled, and everyone in the room sat at attention. No one dared talk back to him now with how big he was. Not that he would ever hurt anyone, save a perp that got too out of hand. But his men didn't need to know that!

A few months later, Chief Bogo was back to work full-time, currently addressing his officers for their morning briefing. He had only been back on the job for a short time, yet there had already been noticeable changes in the department. Everyone in the precinct looked up to him, standing at notice the moment he barked an order. It was almost as though they were a little fearful of his massive imposing figure. The chief had to admit, he didn't mind the respect!

The name "Bogo" had quickly stuck, apparently a reference to some cartoon he hadn't seen, but the chief didn't mind. Whatever made him more approachable to the men. They got a chuckle out of it but quickly froze the minute they knew he was in earshot!

It wasn't a bad life, all things considered. He wasn't sure if there was a cure for his new form, but he honestly didn't think he wanted one. Sure, he had to have his uniforms custom-made. He got plenty of odd stares from people on the street, though soon enough the locals were aware of his condition and his presence only served to intimidate others, which was welcome. And every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but pose, enjoying the wonderful contours of his body and thinking of all the ways he would pleasure himself once he got home each evening.