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Trevor walked down the hall towards the bathroom. Even while traversing that short distance, his erection became more persistant with every step he took. By the time the Goth had closed the bathroom door, his member felt like it was going to burst if he didn't get it out right this minute. That was exactly what Trevor intended to do. Fumbling with his belt (which felt oppressingly tight now), he groaned out as his pulsing meat rubbed against the fabric of his underpants.

After what seemed like an eternity, Trevor was able to force the pin out of the notch in his belt and unbuckle it. He made short work of the button and zipper of his fly after that. Breathing an audible sigh of relief, he tugged the front of his grey briefs down, his seven-inch shaft bobbing slightly as it was freed from its diabolical cotton cell. Wait, seven inches? Trevor lifted his shirt up to get a better look.

Sure enough, his cock had visibly grown at least an inch and a half; it was slightly thicker, too. No sooner had the Goth discovered his endowment had improved, then his heart began to pound out of his chest, as if trying to force more blood into his already unbearably swollen penis. The prominent, aching veins running along its length practically overtook all definition of its surface, and his shaft lurched upwards. The gentle curve of the ravenous member tightened as the tension forced it to point almost straight up, resting neatly against the stubble of Trevor's shaved pubic region.

The Goth cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He had to cling to the edge of the vanity just to keep from falling over backwards. Each pulse that wracked his length made him shiver with its intensity. Before he had even gotten a chance to lay hands on it, a violent burst of precum exploded from his tip, carving a thin, sticky stain up the front of his shirt.

Trevor was able to get his wits about him just long enough to realize that it would be best to get out of his clothes if he didn't want to have to pick out a whole new outfit. He probably would have stripped anyway; the black attire felt hot and uncomfortable.

Panting excitedly, the Goth peeled his shirt off and threw it over by the door. His pants were the next to go; though he forgot to take his boots off in his haste. He got his pants and underwear caught around his ankles, but that didn't matter to Trevor, so long as they were out of the way.

He couldn't help but admire his naked body in the mirror for a moment. His lithe, pale figure was carefully trimmed of excess hair, even his plump testicles (which he noticed had, like his cock, grown significantly) were completely smooth. His right hand went up to his nipple. A silver ring ran through it, identical to its counterpart on the other. Trevor's finger and thumb threaded themselves through the metal loop, and twisted it back and forth, making the sensitive nub of flesh it was attached to harden.

The Goth brought his left hand to bear on his engorged cock. Unfortunately, he found he couldn't even touch it. It had become so hard, and so sensitive, that the pleasure that reverberated through his shaft was actually painful. Trevor gritted his teeth, drawing a ragged breath through them with a loud hiss. Another powerful burst of precum escaped, clinging to the mock wood of the vanity cabinet.

Trevor sank to his knees, his chest heaving. His hand, having failed in its endeavor to grasp his throbbing shaft, moved to occupy his other nipple. The warmth and pressure behind his bursting member slowly crept up through his body, traveling through his veins and settling underneath his skin. Goosebumps sprang to attention all over his pasty white flesh as the electricity of arousal and...something else...occupied his entire body right down to his mortal soul.

It had been less than two minutes since Trevor first entered the bathroom, and already he could feel himself about to blow his load. Gasping, he stared down at his pulsing length in wonder, unable to figure out what was doing this to him.

That was when he remembered how he got hard in the first place. Raghib, that big, sexy jackal standing in front of him, a gargantuan erection the centerpiece to his ebony figure. The Goth's mind began to wander, imagining how the experience would have played out if his desires were welcomed by the genie. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his engorged orbs tightening as he envisioned himself sucking on that gigantic canine cock, feeling that massive girth plowing up his backside, doing the same to that tight, fuzzy tailhole.

Trevor leaned back, reaching his breaking point. The orgasm that followed was so intense, so amazing, he couldn't even open his mouth to scream. He managed a few muffled grunts, his hips thrusting forward as his swollen tip erupted with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum. He coated the bathroom wall with his potent spunk, creating a chaotic design like some perverted avant-garde painting.

Things began to get strange after that. Not only had it been the best orgasm Trevor had ever experienced, but the load he had just blown all over the wall was the largest as well. It took almost half a minute for him to spend it all. As his climax winded down, his cock refused to yield. It pulsed and throbbed harder still, and the Goth could hear a cracking sound coming from it.

As he watched, his member began to grow even more. Groaning, he managed to grab hold of the base of his shaft, feeling the tissue expand beneath his fingers. The pulsing extended through his whole body, sinking deeper into his muscles. The Goth's attention was drawn to his arms and legs, which were beginning to swell and gain definition. Panting harder, Trevor flexed his biceps, watching them grow larger and tighter, having more to flex each time.

He stood up to look in the mirror again. In a matter of seconds, his build had developed to a point that would put Alex to shame. Even then, he continued to change. A dull ache filled his bones as they cracked and stretched. Trevor watched in awe as his field of vision rose away from the vanity. His ribcage tightened and reshaped itself, and his tailbone began to fold outward.

Reaching back and touching the lump on his backside, Trevor recognized what he was becoming. It seemed that he would be replacing the genie shortly. He found this rather appealing, and very arousing. The Goth grinned, his teeth lengthening themselves into razor-sharp fangs. Another surge of pleasure coursed through his morphing body, causing Trevor to fall against the sink, his thickening hands gripping the porcelain.

Consumed by lust, Trevor used his newfound strength to rip the bathroom mirror from its bolts. He set it on the floor, leaning against the far wall. The changing Goth sank to his knees, grasping his expanding member once more and stroking it furiously. Precum exploded from the twitching tip, making zig-zags on the glass that helped Trevor watch his transformation.

It was around this point that Trevor noticed that his clean-shaven body was growing back all its hair. It looked different, smoother and thicker than his regular body hair. It started around his genitals, and rapidly spread down his legs and up his chest like a carpet being laid on a bare floor. His muscles hardened to their full size as the soft, thick coat sprang up to cover them. At the same time, Trevor felt his boots getting uncomfortable. Before he could react, his toes exploded out of the dark leather, the buckles on the sides popping as his feet stretched.

The budding tail popped and cracked as it lengthened and developed more joints. His painted fingernails shattered. Fresh, white claws forced their way out from beneath them. The same happened to his toenails. Trevor flexed his fingers and toes as his claws grew out to replace his broken nails, his face tightening as his skull slowly began to push outward.

A sudden drop in his swollen furry scrotum caused his balls to touch the tiled floor, which pushed him right onto the edge, another orgasm imminent. Trevor fell onto his side, pumping his cock harder and faster, preseed squirting out constantly. The insane amount of pleasure he felt made him raise his left leg straight out into the air, his powerful legs shredding the pants and underwear still entangled around them.

When his climax finally hit, Trevor let out a loud, throaty howl, as if truly renouncing his humanity in favor of this new form, this new life. His right hand went up to tug on his nipples, which had thickened and turned black like the rest of him as the fur encircled them and moved on to his neck. His spunk was even hotter and thicker than before, carrying a potency that no human was capable of achieving. He thrust forward as he came, sloshing his heavy blasts of mutated semen all over the mirror. Midway through, he rolled onto his back, squeezing the base of his cock as the rest of his load plastered itself onto the ceiling.

Trevor got back onto his knees, still panting hard. This orgasm had lasted a full minute. His teeth clenched tightly together, the jaw muscles quivering as change was stimulated in them. His ears began to gain more dexterity, and their shape became more drawn out, ending in tapered tips. Had he not been wearing black lipstick to begin with, Trevor would have noticed his lips changing color. His nose broadened, also beginning to turn black. He reached up and touched it with his newly-sensitized fingertips, which had developed dark calluses. It felt rough and leathery.

Trevor's attention returned to his throbbing shaft, which had grown to well over a foot long and two inches wide. Despite having two orgasms, he still had a raging hard-on that begged for more. Up until this point, Trevor's member had looked like an oversized human penis; the fur ended at its base. Now he felt a tugging sensation on the base of his cock. The flesh on the top of his shaft was getting pulled against his pubic region and fusing. The skin all around the base thickened and folded in upon itself, and the fur that was now overtaking his stretching face rushed to occupy it. Within seconds, Trevor had a fully formed sheath.

His penis itself changed next. It looked as though it was developing bruises along its length. At first, the Goth thought some of the veins in his cock had broken from the strain on them, but then he remembered what Raghib's member had looked like. Soon, he'd be the proud owner of a big black canine dick.

Trevor's enlarged tongue slipped out of his mouth, long strands of drool oozing off it. His cheekbones ached as his nose and mouth pushed out from the rest of his face, forming a short muzzle. His ears were forced to move up the sides of his head, approaching his scalp. They enlarged and swiveled forward, taking in a myriad of subtle sounds the Goth had never noticed before.

His keen sense of hearing was not Trevor's concern at the moment. His paws (they hardly resembled hands anymore) gripped the base of his member again, ready to blow another load. It continued to grow in his grasp, the flesh now completely black. The mushroom head flared and lengthened, a sharp point rising out to form a spear shape. All the Goth could do was sit there and enjoy the feel of his cock's transformation.

Suddenly, a swelling appeared inside of his sheath. Trevor watched wide-eyed as the bulge grew larger and larger. Finally, his sheath stretched open to let the large object out. It was a knot the size of a tennis ball. The Goth growled, baring his teeth as his muzzle completed its transformation. The long, thin snout snapped itself together with an audible crunch. The unbelievable musk that filled the room made his eyes water as his smell became keener.

His metamorphosis nearly complete, Trevor gave his knot a squeeze. The anthro jackal yipped and moaned, precum and seed from his previous two orgasms oozing out over his belly and down his legs. He stood up, clumsily at first. Trevor quickly got used to the new configuration of his feet, and was able to maintain his balance. Bracing his Herculean legs apart, his paw flew along his obsidian length.

As he approached his third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes, foreign thoughts and memories began to infiltrate his mind. Raghib's mind was becoming one with his. Fortunately, the Goth was in complete control of the genie within, and Trevor remained the sole personality. Knowledge of his magical abilities and his strength materialized in his brain. Raising a paw, Trevor aimed at a shampoo bottle on the side of the bathtub. An arc of energy blasted from his claws, disintegrating the plastic vessel and leaving little behind.

This gave the Goth an idea. Looking down, Trevor grasped his pulsing knot firmly in both paws and tugged hard. At the same time, he channeled an intense burst of his dark aura into the base of his cock. This unleashed the queen mother of all orgasms. Trevor shook the apartment with what sounded like a cross between a growl, howl, and roar. It was loud enough to cause neighbors on either side of the room to pound on the walls.

None of that mattered to Trevor now. He could only quake in ecstasy as he whitewashed almost every square inch of the bathroom. The smell of his own cum rewarded his sensitive nose with a symphony of flavorful odors. The Goth manipulated his cock, shooting a spurt of seed in every direction.

Before his orgasm got a chance to wind down, Trevor hoisted the dark meat up and sent another blast of jackal cum up over the soft fur of his hard belly. A large quantity made it into his gaping maw, which he swallowed hungrily. As the waves of pleasure slowly died away, Trevor scraped some of the seed off of his chiseled pecs, licking it off his fingers. He tasted delicious.

The new genie frowned as he surveyed the bathroom. It seemed as though he had made a complete mess of the place. Remembering that he had magic at his disposal now, Trevor waved an arm across the mess, uttering a spell under his breath. The incredible lake of spunk pooling on the floors, sliding down the walls, and even filling the bathtub vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place.

Trevor finished his cleanup by hoisting the mirror back up to its rightful place, willing the bolts to heal and once again hold the glass. He even thought to restore the shampoo bottle he destroyed. The bathroom was now as pristine as when he first entered.

The Goth looked at his final form in the mirror. He looked almost exactly like Raghib, with a few important differences. The fur on his head maintained the texture of his human hair, and it remained spiked with blue streaks. His nipple rings and face piercings were intact and in place. The nude jackal looked over new additions to his anatomy, thinking he might be able to add piercings in unique places now.

It was then that he noticed his cock was still hard as steel. Trevor sighed, not wanting to jerk off again after cleaning the place up. Fortunately, opportunity called in the form of a certain room mate.

"Hey Trev! I forgot my lucky baseball bat!" Alex yelled as he opened the apartment door. "Could you be a good little queer and get it out of my room?"

A sly smile slowly spread along the length of the Goth jackal's muzzle. Oh, he'd get it alright, but he probably wouldn't enjoy where he got it...