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All it took was a single click.

Before his computer sat a college freshman, taking advantage of a dorm room alone to himself for the rare opportunity he had. His roommate was out, he didn't know where, maybe some hot date, maybe stuck at practice, it didn't matter. The scrawny human had barely had a moment alone since their semester had started, and whilst he did his best to hide in the toilet and flick through porn on his phone, it just wasn't the same. He missed being able to idle through video after video, finding just the right one he could blow his load to, buck naked sat in front of the computer just like the old days back home where he could lock his bedroom door and wile away the hours lazily stroking his cock.

Angus hadn't had a decent release since he'd moved in, since he was stuck sharing his room with a guy that seemed the exact opposite of himself. Jackson was ripped, built like a brickhouse, tremendously tall too, and he carried himself around with that self-asserted swagger Angus had come to expect of his sort. The jock knew full well the kind of presence he had, he knew how attractive he was, and unlike Angus he wasn't shy about parading himself around in the nude or lording it over the lanky nerd that he got a lot more action than he did. Angus on the other hand barely topped over five foot, he could barely even lift a pile of books let alone any sort of weights, and there was nothing to hide his bones that poked and prodded through pallid skin.

He had done all he could to change himself, to reinvent his look, but nothing stuck. His facial hair refused to grow into a decent beard, he couldn't keep any mass on him as it just seemed to melt away, and all hope seemed lost. He'd scoured online for tricks and tips in trying to change himself, to no avail.

That was, until now.

He had lost interest in the video he had been watching. A rugged jock, still wearing his letterman jacket, was bent head first into the pillows as from behind a beast of a man railed him hard. The thumbnail had drawn Angus in, the hirsute thug posing behind the comparatively dwarfed athlete, with tags below that promised huge dicks, steamy bareback action, and college frat boys getting their comeuppance. Only they hadn't spelt comeuppance quite the right way…

What had stolen Angus's attention though was a small advert. He was no chump of a nerd, he had a blocking peripheral installed, which is why his eye had wandered. Across the blank spaces where adverts should have been, smothering the site in their flashing, distracting inane nonsense, only one had gotten past the firewall. As far as adverts went, it wasn't even a good one, a mocked up yes or no pop-up that simply had one question: do you want to change? It made no sense, he should have just ignored it, he knew better than to give in to temptation like that and risk viruses and malware.

But something about it drew him in, something that dazed the rational side of his mind and unconsciously had him dragging his mouse across, cursor hovering over 'yes', until he gave it just a single press.

Immediately his monitor lit up, a dazzling light that would have sent him reeling were it not for the embedded subliminal signals paralyzing his motor responses and leaving him fixed to the spot, staring dead centre at his screen, motionless. But that was just the beginning, a sedative so to speak to keep him complacent and obedient. From the centre of white bled a small spot of colour. At first it was indistinguishable, too tiny to decide what shade or hue it was, but as it grew, ebbing and pulsating, some small conscious part of Angus became mesmerised by the spectacle. It was more than just a rainbow of colour, it was a kaleidoscope, shapes and patterns oozing across one another and swimming, somehow like liquid yet hard edged as if geometric. White space surrendered to fantastic colour, and though it may have been limited to just the monitor's size, for Angus it began to creep and crawl through his vision, licking and stretching out around the screen, across the walls, over the desk, picking itself along by shimmering tentacles until his whole world was gone, leaving him adrift in colour.

In reality, Angus still sat in his room, staring at the screen, as the email continued to wrought its work.

As he sat there, the human's body began to change. Angus was fully aware of the process once it became clear something was happening. His body felt fuller, plumper, as his normally skinny, scrawny limbs began to fill out with flesh. Normally bony elbows and skeletal hands fattened with new form, ribs sunk into a healthy looking belly, and his legs looked less like and pins and more like trunks.

But it didn't stop there, it went passed the point of simply filling in his build, it began to add more to it. Where before his arms, legs and torso had been frail, swelling muscle fibres threaded themselves throughout his body and grew. Biceps grew and curled on his arms whilst triceps bulged on the opposite side, his chest and pectorals surged on his torso, calves and thighs thickening until it would have been impossible to wrap two hands around. His stomach gurgled and grew too, as if he'd eaten a tonne of food and then some, swelling out until it was a tight, muscled mound of gut. Never in his life did Angus think he would ever be bestowed the beauty of a muscled gut, but there it sat, a nice meaty hang that almost obscured his crotch, his breasts enlarging to match his newfound size. He kept growing, past the moot point of impossibility and beyond as he sat, hypnotised by the screen.

His hind brain had long since taken over at this point, his new meaty fists sliding to his crotch where he found that no part of his anatomy had been left uncorrupted by this transformative power. His member, once just below the pitying average, now throbbed at twice its length and thrice its girth, whether by science or magic it had grown it didn't matter as senseless arousal took control. Fingers wrapped around his fat cock, pulsing veins thrumming under his fingertips and hot blood coursing through his body, Angus began to furiously jack himself off, his other hand finding his balls. Where once they might have been barely any bigger than a grape, their upgrade had left them swollen fatter than a grapefruit each. Though they rested atop his chair he could feel their sheer mass in his palm as he fondled them, his other hand smeared in pre that drooled from the tip of his now monstrous cock. Blind lust powered through him as his fist flew over his shaft, squeezing and massaging his fattened nuts as he gave in to whatever strange thing was happening to him.

He was becoming the man he had always dreamed of, a man much like the beast he had seen in the video not minutes before, and whether this was some bizarre fever dream or hallucination he didn't care. It was hot, it felt amazing, and his whole body tingled with some raw energy he had never felt in his life. Hair had begun to sprout over him, appearing first as a slow fuzz until it exploded, flourishing a pelt across his hardened gut, over his now thick, bountiful chest, and over his crotch. His forelimbs threaded themselves until they looked like truly masculine forearms, legs bushed all the way to his groin. He could not see for himself, but he could feel the prickles of rough, coarse hair running over his chin, his neck, and about his mouth, all to join in the makings of a much-adored beard he had always longed for.

Part of him wondered when it would all end, if he would stay the way he was or wake to find himself back to the old, unwanted Angus, but the sensations didn't once abate as he transformed. He continued to feel himself grow, adding inches, even feet to his height, to his waistline, to every single part of himself it seemed. Nothing had been left untainted by whatever power was at work, and only then did it set in some lingering waking part of him that this might be bad, it might never stop. But as quickly as the feeling came, it was snuffed out, the dancing colours working at his mind and reprogramming what remained. The old Angus was now gone, almost in his entirety, and what would soon be left would be very much the different man that had first clicked before.

Even that which was human was being wiped away. Body hair soon turned to fur, skin transforming into hide, as Angus's body began to reshape and form in the most animalistic way. He was rendered unconscious for the experience, eyes wide open but glazed, no signs of intelligence left as they reflected the mesmerising lights show. His instincts, dwindling as they were, flared when protrusions began to push their way out of his skull. Calcified growths that grew outwards, pointed, until they curled upwards towards the ceiling, only stopping once they had finally formed a prominent, proud set of glossy white horns. Angus's face likewise began to stretch, mouth and nose pushing away from the rest of him, inch by inch, as teeth reworked themselves into order and his jaw reconnected itself, leaving him with a stout muzzle; his once human nose lost its curve, it flattened and bubbled into softer, leathery skin, and darkened until almost black.

His pelt continued to spread, like some kind of infection, peeling away across his body and replacing human skin with thicker hide. His body hair, already black itself, grew tighter, meshing itself together until it made blocks of colour, shinier under the light and smoother as it spread across him. His torso had been hit first, a small patch that had grown, starting from his chest and stomach, but now it spread on his limbs too, his feet disappearing as they shrunk into his ankles. They were replaced by hooves, toenails left behind reconstituting themselves as a far harder substance, curving and toughening until Angus no longer had feet, not in the human sense. His hooves scuffed and scratched against the soft carpet as his body jerked and heaved, until every square inch of soft, pink human flesh had been consumed, leaving behind Angus's new hefty hide.

His hands too reformed themselves, until they could no longer even be called hands. They were paws, beefy mitts that wildly and mindlessly ran across his transforming cock, oblivious to the more intimate changes taking place. His cock, once much like himself and made of soft, pliable skin, began to melt and mould in his fists. Bright pink turned dark, retaining something akin to a once human shape, but it was now unmistakably something animal. From what was remaining of his pubes, though now deciding where his body hair ended and his hide began seemed irrelevant, a sheath formed, pushing up just a little onto his shaft and creating internal space for when Angus wouldn't be erect – not that that would be any time soon, he was going to be far too turned on for an eternity until he got over his transformation.

As if the computer had relinquished some hold over his mind, Angus suddenly found the will to speak, though when he did, his voice was deeper, rougher, and thicker, as if he were now a man twice his age than before. To consider him a freshman would have been absurd, as he leant back in his chair and bellowed,

“Oh fuck!" His paws slid fast against his sensitive shaft, engorged flesh throbbing in his grip, “OH FUCK!"

However to consider him a man would have been as equally absurd, for no human sat in that chair anymore. With his transformation complete, the freshly born bull, as black as midnight, muscled like any heavyweight, and brimming with all his newfound energy, Angus was no longer a man. He felt like a god. His mind had been shifted, his personality augmented, now feverish with confidence and given a boost of arrogance, enough to stand up to the puny jock Jackson. He felt beyond sexy, in his primal lust he knew he could have any man he wanted, regardless of whether they topped or bottomed, who they were or what sexuality they had. They would all worship him as the beefcake that he had become, in perhaps its most literal sense.

The colours began to ebb away, as gradually as they had enveloped him, but in his mind didn't fear its loss. Somehow he was confident he would remain this way, a virile bull ready to mount and breed any cow that he saw fit. Whatever had reached through his computer and gifted him this miracle had one last gesture to bestow: a vision, of himself now in place of the mountain of a man from the video, with Jackson burying his face into the bedding, fists balling up the sheets, as Angus rode him hard. He watched himself, one leg upon the bed, the other off, driving his cock deep into the jock's upturned, bright red rump, smacking each cheek one by one on each side. He licked his lips as the rich sounds of Jackson's bleated moans, Angus now mooing and snorting like a true bull should, and the wet, satisfying slaps of his meat rammed into the jock's hole. It was if all the details, every sense, was in high definition, as if he were in the room with them both, as he could smell the thick stench of musk, his own blend now, an overpowering smell that just drove him even wilder with arousal. Jackson had already cum, blowing a load hands-free across the sheets as he was fucked into them, the tussles of his once well-kept blonde hair now sweaty straggles across his forehead.

Angus could feel himself sliding in, the tightness of the jock's ass clenched around his thick shaft, the enveloping warmth of the guts he rode in to. He snorted aloud, leaving his balls to pinch at his hefty nipples, hips bucking as he felt his orgasm rising.

“Oh fuck yeah!" He howled, “Take it, you slut! I'm gonna fucking breed you!"

Jackson mewled into the bed, sweat glistening across his muscled form, as Angus let loose on his ass once and for all. He bellowed out a hearty moo, the sound thundering in his ears, as the bull unloaded. Hot, thick seed flooded from his cock, the stream spraying all across his gut, over his chest, and further as he came in what had felt like an eternity. The tight burn of a good release warmed his abdomen as he continued to cum, a dozen more jets shooting their way over his muscled stomach until he thought he would never stop. Hips bucking, grinding his hooves into the carpet, Angus roared as he came to the peak of his climax, body shuddering under the sheer exertion as all that pent up need finally broke. The floodgates had drained, his balls now empty, and he collapsed into the chair – or rather, the chair and he collapsed to the floor, buckling under his giant weight – and panted, breathing deep as he mellowed in a puddle of his own seed.

His heartrate slowed as his mind tore away the shackles of his intoxication, observing now for itself the new reality he had found himself in. It wasn't a dream, it couldn't possibly be a hallucination, it was all too impossibly real. He flexed his hands, now paws, in front of him, still sticky with cum but undeniably his, sensation returning to the rest of him, to every new corner of his being, as he felt around his new form. The old Angus would have been terrified, he would have been scared out of his skin without a clue what to do, but old Angus was gone. New Angus didn't have skin, new Angus was cocksure of himself, and new Angus knew definitely what he was going to do.

He got to his hooves, cleared away the mess he had made, and waited for Jackson to come home.