Bringing his jeep to a stop, Brendon took a sip from his canteen before getting out with binoculars in hand. There wasn’t much out here by the road, but it was as good a place as any to stop and see some sights. And there didn’t seem to be any elephants around, not that he was overly worried about it. Animals in season weren’t to be trifled with, for sure, but this whole ‘curse of the musth’ thing had to be bullshit. Why he was told he couldn’t get a guide to take him out for well over a month, he didn’t know. Stupid superstition. If they didn’t want his money, fine. He’d save himself a few hundred bucks, and surely, it couldn’t be that hard for him to cross all the animals off his sightseeing list! The area was well mapped too, so the chance of anything bad happening to him was minimal, at best. 

To be on the safe side, Brendon looked up the word, not something he was familiar with before today. Apparently, ‘Musht’ was a special term for a type of male heat in elephants, when bulls became particularly aggressive while looking for mates. There had been some instances of attacks from elephants that might have occurred from males undergoing this hormonal balance, but elephant attacks were relatively rare regardless. Still, it was not fear of being attacked that seemed to set off the guides he had talked to. Rather, it was that a number of people who traveled out to the savannah during the time of the musth never returned, their belongings, equipment, and clothing left behind but nothing else. And with that revelation, Brendon found it impossible to hire a guide, left to fend for himself or not go out at all.

Still, in his rented jeep, Brendon was sure it would be easy enough to avoid any errant elephants. They were fast, for sure, but surely not so aggressive they would chase him down. In the end, he attributed it to more of a local superstition than anything, something that had no place in the modern era. And with as much as he had paid for his particular trip, it would not do for him to call it quits now. It had been nice, despite the heat, to get a look at the landscape, the endless sea of grasses dotted with sparse trees. Several hours out from the village was the perfect place for him to look for wildlife, likely not another human for miles. And while he did not see everything on his list, most likely hiding in the midday sun, there were still herds of zebra, gazelle, wildebeests, and a variety of birds that seemed rather undeterred by the presence of a jeep and a single human. It gave Brendon free rein to survey the landscape with binoculars and take as many pictures as he could. 

Even with how distracted he was, there was no reason he should have been encroached upon by a bull elephant without seeing it. Yet, the force of its tusks against his jeep was felt before it was seen, and Brendon barely had a chance to get out of the way before it was turned over several times. Eventually, he was thrown out of the way, pain ringing through his body as he hit the ground with a hard thud. He wasn’t injured, at least as much as he could tell. Something thick and viscous had covered his upper arm, though he was quick to wipe it away before getting up and preparing to run.

It seemed the bull elephant, enraged as it was, focused all its ire on the jeep itself. The vehicle was no match for the beast’s strength, tusks piercing it and leaving its gas tank leaking. With another violent shove, the elephant stamped the ground a few times, trunk waving and ears flapping. Hell, it took Brendon a few moments to realize it, but the elephant was disturbingly erect, its cock looking more like a fifth leg as it waved back and forth. The beast snorted a few times, eyes blinking in Brendon’s direction for a moment as he felt his blood run cold. He didn’t want to run to draw attention to himself and become his next target. But there was little he could do in the face of such a beast that could easily chase him down and trample him. Yet, as he approached, the elephant’s nostrils flared for a moment, detecting an odor that was left unaware to the shaking man. Turning around, the beast trumpeted again, before walking away in that oddly tiptoeing way that had allowed it to encroach upon Brendon without detection. 

Once his heart rate had gone down sufficiently, Brendon allowed himself to move toward the remnants of the jeep, hoping it wouldn’t explode on him. Thankfully, it didn’t, but that was hardly much solace with the reality of what had been done. There was no way he could drive it now, and, worst of all, his phone had been in the passenger’s seat. He found it on the ground beside the jeep’s remains, smashed as though likely stepped on by the elephant. It was quickly obvious he had no way to call for help and no way to return to the village, save on foot, however long that might take him. 

Grabbing his water and whatever else he could salvage, Brendon decided to head back in the direction of the road. He was literally vibrating, though not with rage at the beast or the village that had warned him. Why the hell hadn’t he heeded their warnings?! How the fuck could he know an elephant would trash his jeep, anyway?! Yet, there was no denying where his rage kept turning him toward, with no one to blame but himself. Walking back to the village should have been self-punishment enough, though the slim likelihood of doing so before dusk was ever-present in his mind. It was quite possible his foolishness would end his life, as much as it was luckily spared from the pachyderm’s wrath. 

As the wreckage of his jeep moved out of sight, Brendon had the thought to rub the area of skin that had been splashed with a strange fluid. He wasn’t sure what it had been, likely sweat or something that had flown off the elephant’s skin. The feeling against his skin was a little bizarre, stinging a little though no wound persisted. And there was an odd, lingering smell, one heady and musky, as though coming from the beast itself. It shouldn’t have been so pungent, but the more he walked, the stronger the odor came to his nose. Rubbing at the skin, Brendon was sure he could feel the stringy fluid, even though it should have long since evaporated in the savannah sun. 

Yet, as he continued to trace his fingers over the area, something strange met his touch, a texture that should not exist over his own body. It took him a moment before Brendon looked down, and a scream escaped his lips, wishing he hadn’t. The skin seemed strangely wrinkled, but that was hardly the thing that scared him the most. It was the bizarre ashen discoloration that made him panic, and the fact it was starting to spread from his upper arm, moving down his lower arm and up toward his shoulders. The texture was like nothing he had ever experienced before, leathery and warm and out of place on his skin. As the discoloration spread, the strange texture spread with it, his skin tightening as it altered into something clearly inhuman. What the hell was happening?! Was he hallucinating from the heat?

A series of intense aches and pains assaulted his body just then, as though his muscles were tearing and reforming in rapid succession. They pulled at the skin, straining the tissue to the point of breaking. Thankfully, his skin was able to expand to keep up, though it was of a small consolation as it continued to turn ashen and wrinkled. It seemed to be spreading at a steady pace, an electrical tingling signaling its migration. With relentless purpose, it continued to move over his chest and down his belly, though Brendon was hardly in a place to look down. Part of him was convinced that he might be spared whatever fate if he didn’t watch, though he largely didn’t want to admit the truth to himself. As the hairs of his treasure trail fell out in its wake, pooling on the ground, there was no denying something foreign and terrifying was happening to him. What was the endgame? Was he dying?

 Whatever it was left him terrified as he started to feel his garments tightening all over. It took him a few moments to tell over the sweat covering him, but it seemed that the stretching skin and pulling muscle were adding a level of girth that he had never experienced. Not only centered in his arms and chest, the soreness within his muscles seemed to extend to his belly, his thighs, and most embarrassing of all, his ass. With a steady growth all over, Brandon panicked as his belly bulged somewhat more quickly, pushing his shirt upward and exposing more of that gray skin. Having a rather lean frame, it was disturbing to see a rounded paunch developing below him. Worse, perhaps was how bloated and gassy it made him feel, as though his organs were expanding within, taking advantage of their added space. Nothing he could imagine could be causing such a change, but the process was so visceral there was no denying he wasn’t dehydrated or facing some other ailment. 

Such was confirmed when something began poking from his spine, pushing outward and pressing against the waistband of his pants. As much as it scared him, Brendon was inclined to reach back to discover what was happening. The lump that met his touch sent a shiver through his being, not just for its mere presence. It was the fact it seemed connected to his spine that alarmed him, and as it continued to expand, he was affirmed that it was a part of him. Thankfully, he was able to pull it out, though as it continued to add inch after inch to its girth, he was hardly relieved. Its base steadily thickens, muscle and tissue swelling around the expanded bone and creating a protrusion that no man should possess. Lost in his focus on its growth, Brendon was left shocked when the thing started to twitch of its own accord. There was no denying that he was in possession of a tail, and the more it wriggled, the more terrified he became. Surely, he was intoxicated, but nothing he could imagine could cause such a growth to force itself from his backside. Yet, he could feel it now, playing over his ass and upper legs, twitching in fear or irritation.

Panting now, Brendon’s attention was drawn toward his head next, whatever happening giving him little reprieve from one change before subjecting him to another. A tingling in his ears made him raise his hands to rub them, afraid of what his fingers would report. The skin was warm, and flushed, as though dozens of additional blood vessels were forming to fuel their expansion. He was sure their contours were growing larger than he was used to, as impossible as any of the changes. Their bases were expanding as well, pushing at the skin from all sides as they grew. Brendon was scared of the implication, able to feel the weight of them and having no idea what it meant. Surely, the changes had some common thread, but in his moment of panic, Brendon couldn’t for the life of him understand what it was. 

As much as he didn’t want to know what was happening, Brendon felt a compulsion to at least look at his reflection as confirmation of the worst. His only choice was to head back to the jeep, the one remaining thing with mirrors that might show him the state of his ears. Even as he started to run, panting and sweating, the constant flapping of his ears gave him pause. He could almost see them moving in his periphery, feeling their pinnae expanding all the while. To his horror, they possessed the same ashen shade that was steadily covering his skin, looking nothing like the ears he was used to. The canals were still there, a little larger but nothing in comparison with how much their outer edges had grown. Where would it stop?

As he ran, Brendon became aware of two things, both of which raised his alarm. His overheated body seemed to be cooling a little, his massive ears continuing to flap of their own accord and directing air over his growing form. It would have been a boon if the implication wasn’t a series of other changes to follow, the ever-present tingling relentless. The second was that, while his added muscle allowed him to run faster, it was obvious his body was becoming heavier as well. He could feel his footfalls against the ground, a sign he had put on significant weight in the span of only moments. The muscle tearing and reforming under the skin, while not painful, was a sign he was continuing to grow. Looking down, he could see more of his belly expanding, especially as his shirt rode up further around widening pecs. At first, it escaped his notice, but his nipples seemed lower too, almost below the line of his shirt as though they had migrated. His hips and waist were pulling his jears tight around them, tail slapping against the back of them wildly. Even his shoes were tighter, every foot fall against the ground making him worry he would bust from them at any moment. 

 Though he had not made it that far from his jeep, it felt like an eternity to see it in view once more. His massive ears were still flapping wildly, and with how much he could make out their shape, the implication of their fate was not lost to him. Still, he was determined come hell or high water to see their reflection and confirm the worst. Approaching the jeep, the scent of gasoline burned into his nose, as though it was somehow more pungent. Though it carried some alarm, Brendon did his best to ignore the smell as he moved closer, the jeep on its side and various components scattered around. While both mirrors had been knocked off, one seemed unbroken on the ground before him, and Brandon braced himself, trying to still his ears before properly taking in their reflection. 

Yet, he could not have been prepared for the sight of them sticking out around his head, larger than the base of his skull itself and still growing. Their bases remained rather thick toward the middle, thinning out toward the edges, where he could see the outline of new blood vessels running through their entire surface. As best he could figure, his head could not support their full range of motion, at least, not yet. He was hardly inclined to experiment with them, rather staring in horror as they steadily expanded, the tingling finally ceasing. Their bases hung heavily down below his neck, and as they moved out to full width, the shape of them was nearly heart-like. And indistinguishable from any other animal, marking his fate to be the same as his assailant. 

Not wanting to touch his ears directly, Brendon could only stare in disbelief while the tightness in his clothing increased ever so slightly with his shifting mass. Muscles were continuing to push against his skin, growing well beyond the scope of what his body was capable of managing. Yet, the changes were hardly limited to the surface, bones evidently thickening and organs gradually expanding to match his growing physique. His pants were pulled impossibly taut across his hindquarters, making him grunt his discomfort. Similarly, his shirt had pulled up over his pecs now, exposing his barreling belly and the ashen skin that had taken it over. His shoes, too, were precariously tight, though, with the size he had added, he couldn’t manage to bend down to remove them. It seemed he was subject to the whims of his changing body, likely to burst out of them if the changes progressed to where they likely would end up.

Looking around in panic, Brendon longed for something, anything to come forth and free him from his torment. It was some solace the elephant did not return, Brendon thinking its presence would make things worse. But there was nothing else around for miles, and all he could think to do was to stare at his reflection, not wanting to change but needing to see it nonetheless. An ache in his gumline prompted him to reach up, and he was alarmed to feel most of his incisors and all four canines start to pull into his gums. They seemed to be dissolving entirely, their material being repurposed by whatever unholy process was changing him in the first place. However, the force of his remaining incisors expanding rapidly gave him pause, taking all the added space in his mouth before it could grow to keep up. He wanted to push them back into place but they were strong for him. Parting his lips slightly, the two teeth began to curve outward, weighing on his gums. It was annoying he couldn’t close his mouth all the way, Brendon left drooling as his tongue and lips tingled with change. Expanding all the while, his two teeth were soon too large for his mouth, aching his jaw and making him whine with annoyance. Yet, the implication of what was happening left him trembling, wishing to imagine the weight of them away. The ears, the tail, the tusks…he was turning into a fucking elephant!

With some horror, crossing his eyes could clearly make out his forming tusks as they continued to extend impossibly large for his frame. He wanted to call out his lament, but the quality of his voice seemed distorted, and he was quick to cease his efforts. All he could do was feel the massive tusks pushing further from his jaw, curving upward and becoming part of his line of vision, possibly forever. Rubbing them with trepidation, it was obvious they were not simply comprised of the same enamel he was used to, new layers of tissue forming over them and giving them an odd shade. Had he been in a better state of mind, he might have recalled elephant tusks contained ivory, a tempting prospect for any poacher. It mattered little with the reality that they were a part of his anatomy now. He could only imagine they were a fraction of the size they would reach if the change carried on unabated. 

A tingling in his nose prompted him to cross his eyes once more, this time out of reflex. Reaching up to touch it, a dry, wrinkled sensation met his fingers where the bridge of his nose sat. The moment his fingers brushed against it, it seemed to expand rapidly, pushing outward as the nostrils connected with the base of his lips. Brendon was afraid to touch it once more, thinking it might spur on further change. But he could still feel it pulsating against his skin, the bridge expanding and enlarging to the point he could perceive the weight of it, as bad as his ears or tusks. With all the rather jarring anatomical changes happening, Brendon had a hard time fully parsing what was happening. While much of his face remained human, his reshaped features looked comically out of place, making it hard to think he could possibly function this way. For the first time, he could only hope he changed all the way lest he was left a freak for the rest of his life!

As the skin of his nostrils continued to merge with his lips, a rapid swelling of muscle tugged his upper lip outward with it. It was powerfully uncomfortable, and Brendon reached up futility with his hands to push it back in. Yet, the protrusion continued to work its way outward, now easy to see in front of him. It was massive, unruly, hanging there within any ability to move in its present state. Yet, the level of muscle and strength it seemed to possess overwhelmed him, especially as he tried to breathe through it. Already, the increased nasal capacity had him inhaling scents that went beyond his understanding. Nerves from his face were surely expanding within it, though such intricacies evaded his awareness. It was all he could do not to cry out as his fingers explored it, the sensitivity far beyond what he was expecting. It was more akin to having grown a new limb than anything he was used to, and it was quickly expanding beyond the scope of his human arms. 

Ignoring the nasally quality of his cry, given his lack of an upper lip, Brendon was hardly prepared for his new nose to move at his prompting. It was as though it had opened up to him all at once, the muscles and joints popping into place and eager to be used. Its range of motion went beyond even his limbs, able to move it in all directions and curl itself upward. He didn’t want to admit he possessed such a thing, but there was no denying the appeal of playing with its abilities. Brendon tried to remove his focus from it, though as its surface peppered with a series of patterned hairs, the itching was enough to make him scrunch his facial muscles. Stranger still was the twitching coming from the tips of his nostrils from several unexpected muscles, allowing it to flex the skin around his nostrils. Akin to fingers on a hand, Brendon was perplexed at how flexible the tips were, almost able to converge on each other in a grabbing motion. It was far beyond what he could imagine, and the tip of the iceberg for the changes to come!

Brendon hadn’t been aware of it over the fascination of playing with his truck, though the persistent tingling of growth had been pulling at his clothes, bringing them closer to the perceived breaking point. Had he tried to run once more, he was sure his clothes wouldn’t last the attempt. Still, they were unlikely to remain against the force of his growing bulk, beyond his ability to really comprehend how large a several thousand-pound body really was. He was currently a fraction of that, though steadily growing and expanding all over. Part of him wanted to search for a way to change back, but such was fleeting. There was hardly a sign of what might have changed him, save something the bull had done to him prior. And without him near, little Brendon could imagine would allow him to escape his fate.

As fixated as he was on avoiding further change, a bizarre tingling in his groin almost went unnoticed at first. Yet, a surge of arousal made Brendon cry out as his cock became suddenly painfully confined in his pants. There was no obvious source for any arousal, and Brendon was left to grunt his discomfort. To his dismay, it seemed his penis was expanding rapidly against its confines, as though the change itself was a source of his lust. A part of him figured he should perhaps consider pulling it out, though the embarrassment of such was enough to make him pause. And with how tight his pants had become, even the larger bulk of his upper arms would not be enough to do so. He was then forced to feel it pressing annoyingly against his zipper, pulling it down as it rapidly outgrew his underwear. 

With the popping of his zipper and a loud tearing in his underwear, a fatter cock that he could imagine surged forth, bobbing up and down in the warm savannah air. He had no idea what an elephant’s penis looked like up close, save for what he’d briefly seen while being assaulted. It was amazing the sensitive erectile tissue was stronger than the denim, though with the force of his massive hips wearing them down, Brendon wasn’t too inconvenienced. His member continued to grow, foreskin pulled almost painfully down toward his groin, exposing a pinkish shaft that was steadily turning gray. As it continued to grow, Brendon felt himself go light-headed, too much blood was required for its growth. 

His testicles, too, were beginning to swell, the sack now voided of his hair as it expanded to keep up. His groin, too,  quickly shed its hair, the skin around it turning wrinkled and gray to match the elephantine flesh running down from his bulging belly and over his thighs. But it was his sensitive cock that took precedence, and Brendon was surprisingly eager to rub at it, feeling it leaking from the contact. The head was changing slowly, its cleft flattening out and the tip thickening to become uniform with its length. But it was the size of the thing that really alarmed him, as much as he was able to think through the fog settling into his mind. Such a shaft needed quite a bit of blood, and it was all Brendon could do to touch himself without passing out.

As the erectile tissue continued to expand, his penis started to curl at his touch, enough to make Brendon jump back a little. It was moving of its own accord, much like his truck, as though trying the reach for something. Brendon was stunned by the range of motion it possessed, moving as though working toward his hands. The strength it possessed was almost too much for him to push away, though he soon found he was unable to resist his new elephant meat. It was warm, throbbing violently at his touch. To cum from such a massive cock…it was beyond any man’s dream. And even with how scared he was over the changes and what they meant for his future, there was no denying his present pleasure and need to get off!

Yet, a sudden swelling in his testicles seemed to stem his release, as though they were being squeezed. Brendon couldn’t be sure, but his sack seemed to deflate somewhat, pulling his testicles toward his groin. They hung there heavily, waving as they filled with what he figured was elephant cum. At least they were free of his pants, the rapid tearing through the inseam was a sign of the space they needed. It was enough to make him moan out, the sound more like a trumpet with his nose in his current state. He might have thought to bemoan the loss of his voice, but with the pleasure in his penis at its apex, there was little energy for thought. 

Grunting and drooling, Brendon quickly felt himself getting closer and closer. While he still moved to stroke off, marveling at the scope of his maleness, such was hardly needed. His cock had a mind of its own, pushing against his hands as though eager to get off of its own accord. And with the pressure building within his testicles, he was sure there was little time left before he exploded. At the moment, nothing else mattered, wanting to seek any release that might save him from this torment. He would cum, then wake up and recall all this as a distant dream, albeit one that ended wet. And it was easy to let his mind go in the moment, eliciting a bestial bellow as his eyes whited out and he saw stars out of the corner of his vision. 

“”EEEEEEEGGEGGRRRGGHHHH!”

The force of his orgasm was nearly enough to knock him over, especially with the drastic changes to his stature. His cock shot semen like a fire hose, much of it getting on his hands and arms from the force of it. He had little control over its trajectory, though it mattered little as what had to be his human burden and that of the pachyderm he was becoming was expelled with force. The sensitivity within his cock was enough to make it impossible to think through it, and Brenden was left a mess, trying to come to terms with reality.

It was a tingling in his hands that brought him back to the waking world, and with it came a shock of fear the likes of which he’d never imagined. Of all the changes thus far, even with the loss of his voice, the tingling in his hands was perhaps the most alarming. He wanted to twitch the fingers, but while the bones within seemed to expand, their ability to move was lost to him. What was perhaps most disturbing was the swelling of skin at the tips, forming a thickened webbing of sorts that left them stuck together. The cum still dripping off them was acting like a catalyst, making it impossible to part them. They continued to expand, rounding over the tips of his fingers and leaving only the nails, which themselves were enlarging, taking on a more knarled and dirty appearance. By the end, they were left massive and sat on heavy wrists as they continued to grow even in relation to his larger body.

The continued changes to his hands, while mostly internal, were bizarre by any metric, and all he could do was stare helplessly as they altered. Most of the flesh that had subsumed his fingers was made of muscle and spongy tissue, working around them and forming a flattened bottom that continued to expand to the size of a dinner plate. The skin was steadily wrinkling, turning gray to match the rest of his skin. While the bones within his hands persisted, their widening girth did not match their length, which remained relatively similar within the mass of his front feet. It was akin to wearing a pair of shoes, though not ones he could ever take off again. One of his finger bones was gone entirely, though the rest seemed present, albeit it left immobile and forced only to hold his weight when it was time for him to be down on all fours. 

The moment the tingling in his hands ceased, a warmth seemed to burn through his entire being, muscle and bone and skin expanding all at once. His precariously tight clothing was pulled toward the breaking point, needing only the slightest stretch from him to remove. As meddlesome as they were becoming, Brendon was desperate to get them off, though he no longer possessed the ability. He could only look down in horror at the stubs that had become of his hands, leaving him entirely helpless. The pressure soon pulled what remained of his shirt across his chest, tearing it down the back. Hunching his shoulders, the remainder of his shirt tore down the center, falling off his leathery skin. His pants, already having split from the size of his cock, burst out from the back as his hips swelled beyond anything human clothes were meant to hold. And as they parted, Brendon’s puckered anus was forced on full display, kissing the air and making him shiver. Worse was when his tail brushed against it, making him wish to jump forward, though he had no ability to do so.

Perhaps the worst tightness came from his shoes as his heels were pushed upward, bursting the material from the back. Once more forced to stand on the tips of his toes, Brendon could feel the skin merging between them as did his fingers. The force of their growth quickly did away with the laces, bindings, and stitches, popping outward with a flurry of material. For a moment, he could detect the ground below him, though it seemed the spongy material of his new feet was not designed to have much tactile ability. As the bones within thickened, Brendon was vaguely aware two toes were being removed rather than a singular one as had happened with his hands, but it mattered little. The thick muscle of his hind feet soon took over, more oval in shape compared to his front feet. He could barely perceive even that, however, Brendon soon found it difficult to even look down at how massive his body was becoming.

Naked now, Brendon was well aware almost every inch of his skin was covered with thick, gray elephant hide. It was warm, wrinkled, and mostly hairless, save for the tip of his ropey tail. As it started to move up the back of his skull, Brendon was a little alarmed to feel all the hairs on his head falling out, floating away in the wind. It was hardly the strangest thing to happen to him, but the sight of his bald visage in the mirror was rather disturbing. His remaining forehead turned gray as well, wrinkles forming down toward his nose, accenting his still-human eyes. Bulging around the base of his trunk forced a series of further wrinkles down its surface, though, with the steady rate it was growing, Brendon was thankful for the support. Even the rim of his chin became wrinkled, and the remaining hairs of his beard were lost forever. With some surprise, Brendon found that some sparse hair remained around his head, albeit it was wispy and scattered. Even more alarming were all the hairs that seemed to pepper the surface of his trunk, tingling a little from the breeze playing over them. 

Yet, he was hardly left with much time to focus on it as the weight of his bulging body became too much for him to remain standing. His chest was rapidly barreling, and as much as he couldn’t see it, he could perceive the remnants of his nipples rotating down toward his belly. It was hardly a concern when compared to all the uncomfortable changes within his torso, though noticeable nonetheless. His bones were growing massive, the meat and muscle swelling around them to make sure his structure would remain functional. The result left him teetering on the edge of standing, and as much as Brendon couldn’t imagine himself falling over onto all fours, there was little he could do to stop it. With resignation, Brendon allowed himself to kneel forward, a heavy thud echoing from his weight as he did so, likely forever. 

With that, his belly and chest continued to expand at an alarming rate, allowing his internal organs to swell to elephantine proportions. He had little idea what was happening, save for the gurgling from within and the discomfort that came with it. A massive heart, cavernous stomach, and lengthy intestines to allow a vegetarian diet to ferment longer were all possibilities. Brendon was forced through a series of uncomfortable gassiness as his organs took shape, not killing him thankfully though transitioning him to an entirely different diet. An ache in his shoulders forced them forward, though Brendon hardly had the ability to lift his legs any longer to resist. With their movement came a realignment of his upper arms, pushing them inward and leaving his front legs directly under his body. He was becoming so large that Brendon hardly understood how it was happening to him, only able to stand there and hope it was all a dream.

A strange sensation from his crotch made him sure he was not imagining things. The slight peeling of the skin alarmed him for a moment as his testicles ached and seemed to be shoved upward by some phantom hand. The sensation was jarring, leaving him to wonder if he was in the process of losing his maleness. Such was unlikely, but there was no denying the discomfort as his mammoth orbs were drawn within him, sitting there and leaving him queasy. The experience was further alarming in that a slit was starting to form at the base of his penis, retracting its now-flaccid length within him and leaving it to tease the edges in a bit of arousal. Brendon found the whole transition alarming, but having no real idea of bull elephant anatomy before now, he figured it was par for the course, whatever that meant for his life going forward. 

The changes had all the while been adapting his appendages for the final, massive frame he was growing into. He was so massive already and still felt he had already had much more to go if becoming an elephant was the objective. Already he could flap his ears of his own accord, creating a small breeze against his shifting hide as they continued to expand. His tusks felt massive in his mouth, easily seen past his vision as the rest of his teeth pushed back in his triangular jaw. A thick tongue lay within, and he figured with some effort he could work his lower lips and jaw to eat, pulling food back into his grinding molars. Such was little consolation for all he had lost, but if he was going to be an elephant, Brendon still wished to remain alive and functional. 

Unable to really grasp the scope of his size, Brendon reflexively raised a massive foot, stamping it against the earth and feeling it shake underneath. He was unfathomably large, though the tingling of growth was starting to subside somewhat. Taking a tentative step forward was a nightmare, followed by another as his mind raced to rework his new body. It was so surreal, so visceral, that any heat-related stress could hardly account for it. He really, truly was an elephant, changed in body into an entirely different animal. A massive one, unable to account for the vast difference in size or the totality of girth that had been added on. And more to the point, how had this happened? Surely there was no validity to the man’s words in town, such not being a known phenomenon. Still, there was little in the way of explanation for the missing people, and no denying the correlation to what had happened to his body.

Yet, not his mind, much as Brendon was slow to realize. He was still himself, still human, without a trace of the animal he had become in his thoughts. There was no way an elephant’s brain could support the human he had been, yet there was no denying his sense of self persisted in this new body. And with that came a whole host of other issues. A part of him might have thought being an elephant in mind was better, thinking of himself as another animal in his element rather than a human in the middle of nowhere. With no way to communicate or no idea what had happened to him, Brendon was sure there was no returning to civilization for him. Worse, perhaps was that the closest village was aware of this possibility and had issued their warning with that in mind. Why hadn’t they told him the truth? Yet, even if they had, would Brendon have listened?

Changes done, he was left standing there late into the afternoon with no idea of where to go. Moving parts of his body was rather difficult, especially with how articulate his trunk and his tail were. He could walk rather ably, at least, but Brendon figured there was little point. He was starving, he was thirsty, but without any idea of what to eat, he didn’t think doing so was safe. Then again, what was he to do? A part of him hoped the bull might return, though that prospect scared him in equal measure. After all, the male had attacked his human self, and would likely do the same to a rival male. Brendon had no way to defend himself, not wanting to be an elephant but not wanting to die, either. All he could do was to stand there, a sense of despair coming over him at his misfortune. What had he done to deserve being an animal?!

A low series of vibrations slowly became aware to him, and looking to the distance, he could see not one, but several dozen of his new species walking in his direction. Part of him didn’t want to be discovered, though he knew instinctively that they could hear and smell him as well as he could with them. Scared, Brendon let out a yell, more akin to an elephantine trumpet. Yet, the sounds in reply were in calmer, lower tones, and somehow relaxing. Brendon had no idea what he was hearing, exactly. But something about the cadence told him they were attempting to be friendly. 

With that, Brendon stood there, allowing the beasts to approach. Without realizing it, his tail was thrashing widely, likely a sign of his agitation or nervousness. Yet, the moment one of his new peers reached their trunk out in greeting, Brendon felt any sensation of trepidation relieved. Being touched was wonderful, filling some void of loneliness and fear that had pervaded his thoughts. He allowed himself to rub his trunk against their bodies as well, the action sitting well with him. Their bodies, their smell, and their vocalizations were all a bit overwhelming. Yet, as comfortable as he gradually grew in their presence, Brendon was sure he was safe in their number, and relieved they seemed to welcome him after the change. 

Soon after, the herd started to move on, heading in the opposite direction from his wasted jeep. It was further from town and any help from the human world that Brendon might have hoped to receive. And yet he was far more inclined to follow his new kin now, unsure of what help the village could provide. He still had no idea what to do in his new life, of course. But in order to survive and thrive, all he could think to do was to join them, do as they did, and learn to adapt to a new body and new way of life…

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As the days passed, Brendon started to slowly grow accustomed to his new existence, for better or for worse. He still lamented his lot in life, not wanting to be an animal and having to give up all he held dear. But with little understanding of how he had changed or what would become of him, he slowly forced himself to adapt. There was little chance he would transform back, and while he had no confirmation, he was certain at least some of the elephants here were once human. Be it something about their demeanor or the way they approached him, Brendon couldn’t say. It made sense they had met the same fate as he, and even if they were acting more like elephants now, it was likely they hadn’t lost their human minds. It did little to reassure him beyond the reality they had made the best of their new lives. They were still stuck as elephants, and it was more and more likely Brendon would spend the rest of his days in this new body as well. 

It wasn’t so bad, in some ways. He was an animal in the wild, living with his own kind, and within a social group as well. Something inside him told him to keep some distance away from the main herd, which seemed made up of cows and their offspring. But there were many males as well, and he was comforted by their presence as he went about his days. He found himself wondering if naturally born elephants lived with several males so close to a larger herd but had no ability to ask in such terms. It didn’t matter in the end, given the closeness he was greeted with by the rest of the herd. 

As little as he knew about them, Brendon could not have guessed how social elephants were before now. He could even talk to them to some degree, though he had a hard time making sense of it. Bellows and trumpets were hardly used, much to his surprise. Such sounds were akin to aggression or distress and hadn’t come up during his brief tenure as an animal. Many of the sounds they made were new to him, likely so deep that humans would not be able to detect them. It took him some time to parse through what he was hearing, though some of the calls belonged to the distant females, beckoning those who were away from the herd and listening for their responses. Telling the herd to move on, or even to let Brendon’s male herd know they were too close were other easily recognizable calls. Some of the sounds were so nuanced that Brendon found himself wondering if they were calling each other by individual names, but such was beyond his ability to understand, at least for now. 

His other senses were just as strange, far removed from his human experiences. Tactile senses were of the utmost importance to elephants, something he was quick to discover as he rubbed his trunk tips against various surfaces. Some of the elephants in his herd saw it fit to touch their trunks to his own on occasion, and Brendon welcomed the contact, touching them in return as a sort of greeting. His sensitive trunk was also important for feeding especially since various foods felt different and there was some instinctual need to test his food before eating it. Certain things were repulsive to his senses, and if Brendon paid attention, he noticed his herd mates avoiding those same kinds of food. This new life was largely relegated to learning by example, his waking hours busied enough that it was hard to find the time to mourn his humanity. 

Day-to-day life took some time to get used to as he learned to act like an elephant. Satisfying his hunger took over much of his time, and he traveled with his herd, watching to see what they did and eating the same foods as them. He was constantly staving, making it almost impossible for him to feel full, much to his chagrin. It felt distinct from his human hunger, less a nagging persistence and more a persistent state of being, one that compelled him to feed without the expected discomfort. His herd partook in a variety of foods, leaves, fruits, branches, and other delights that he would not have expected an elephant to enjoy. Taste was an important factor in his diet, and Brendon found it delightful to try a variety of things, learning what now appealed to him and what didn’t. Still, with as much as his trunk was able to shove into his v-shaped muzzle, he soon found he couldn’t be very picky. The amount his herd required compelled them to move great distances in the span of a day. His newly found favorites would need time to regrow, and he could only hope to discover similar tastes as they made the trek around their sizable territory. 

Their path was largely dictated by the river, water something that Brendon also needed in large quantities. He was at least able to get used to sucking up water with his truck, though not too far, given it was not intended to be used as a hose. Rather, he would suck up water part way, feeling a bit of irritation whenever he had done too much, before moving it to his mouth and releasing the tension. He’d first tried to blow it in, but that came with a rather unpalatable amount of mucus as well, and Brendon knew better not to repeat the attempt, relaxing the muscles to allow it to happen instead. It took several large trunk fulls before he felt he was done, and he generally drank as long as the herd stayed near the river. They would return several times a day, needing such quantities for their massive bodies. The muddied taste was a little repugnant at first, but Brendon allowed himself to get used to it, knowing there were unlikely many cleaner sources. After seeing one of his herd mates trying it, Braeden was eager to experiment with blowing his trunk load over his back as well, giving himself a semblance of a bath. His skin was firm and thick, though not entirely a deterrent to pests, and it felt nice nonetheless to hose himself off from time to time. 

Of course, such dietary needs came with a fair bit of excretion as well, one of the more difficult things for Brendon to get accustomed to. Having to raise his tail and drop a massive pile of elephant dung several times a day was embarrassing at first, not to mention the amount of flatulence that came with his vegetarian diet. The smell was almost more than he could bear, though he was thankful the herd didn’t stay in one place for too long. Having to piss as much as he did was equally shameful, his dangling elephant dong sliding from its home with little ability to control himself. He hated how easily it splashed up on his legs, though his skin could hardly feel it. It mattered little in the end, and with the regularity of his body, Brendon soon found himself putting it out of his mind as would any such animal. He had so little control over the urgency his body required to relieve himself, and being a dominant herbivore, there were few times he was not relaxed enough to let go.

As bizarre as his new life had become, there was something about living on the savannah that actually began to appeal to his sense of wonderment. Not that he wanted to be an animal or anything of the like, and he still mourned for his humanity. But given his stubbornness, Brendon was compelled to make the best of it. The savannah was beautiful, and dynamic, especially across the span that his herd traveled each day. Thousand of animals were all going about their lives in a way that they would never be comfortable acting around humans. Some he would see regularly on his daily journey, others were there one day and gone the next. It was a unique perspective, perhaps shared if some of his new herd mates had been human. Knowing some of those in his herd had been human like him gave him solace, and if they were able to make it in their new bodies, then surely, he would be alright in the long term, even if he was never to regain his humanity. 

It was some days after the change that Brendon felt something was wrong. He was far from properly acclimating, he knew, though any anger or resentment was washed away with a timid curiosity about what his new life would entail. Yet, one morning upon awakening, he was filled with a strange rage, hating the presence of the other males around him. There was a peculiar odor around him as well, heady and pungent and only serving to increase his ire. A low, pulsating rumble seemed to emanate from him, an elephant vocalization he had not made before. Whatever it was seemed to dissuade any males from getting nearer to him, which was a blessing. He wasn’t sure what was going on, the instincts almost too much for him to really place a label on. Still, he was quick to notice that not only were the other male elephants avoiding him, but they suddenly felt smaller, perhaps weaker. None would challenge him, and he was free to take what he wanted, which was…what, exactly?

It took him several days of feeling this pent-up aggression to equate it to what he’d researched earlier on the effects of the musth. Aggressive behavior, an increase in reproductive hormones, and especially the tar-like discharge in his eyes gave it away. The taste of it was repugnant, trickling into his mouth on a near-constant basis with no way to avoid it. A swelling in the glands around his eyes caused a constant ache, making his eyes water and prompting him to trumpet often his agony. Reflexively, Brendon found himself digging his tusks into the ground to some effect, though it was only a temporary relief. While he had briefly researched this phenomenon, there had been no way to understand how aggravating it was to experience it firsthand!

In a brief moment of clarity, Brendon felt he had some understanding of his circumstances. The look in the bull elephant’s eye that day was a sign that he, too, had been under the influence of the musth. It was likely he had transferred the infection to him, and now Brendon was taking over the condition. Would he attack and infect someone as well if given the chance? It was certainly likely, given the constant state of irritation and near rage he was constantly subject to. But there were none as foolish as he to enter these grounds in the time of the musth. And he was left forced to deal with the irritation as much as the one who had changed him and those who had been changed before in turn. 

Perhaps worst of all was the constant state of partial arousal that came with his abrupt alteration in mood. No matter where his thoughts took him, Brendon felt his penis dangling below him, often hitting him in his legs and making him moan in an elephantine baritone. Part of him was desperate for relief, and with some effort, he was able to work his trunk against the tip to some effect. The idea of masturbating his elephant dick was repulsive, though even his flexible trunk was unable to accomplish much. Release often seemed far from him, taking too much time and effort and leaving him all the more irritated. A strong part of him knew only one thing would alleviate the constant arousal in his penis. Yet, the idea of doing such, even with others of his own kind, went well beyond any notions of what he perceived as his morality. He couldn’t…mate with one of the elephants, could he? In the end, what choice did he really have?

It seemed that his low-pitched rumbling was soon to take the decision out of his trunk, so to speak. As much as he already has to piss in the span of a day, his partial erection was often dripping pungent urine, something that seemed to attract attention from the females, ones who had otherwise kept their distance. He could see them following him, sniffing and moving some feet in front before squirting urine of their own. As much as it disgusted him, the potent scent seemed to waft into his trunk, prompting him to walk back for a closer sniff. The acrid stench often sent an unwanted surge through his penis, making it slap against his legs and even the ground like a fifth limb. He wanted so desperately to get off, even if it meant doing so with another elephant. At least with the curse widespread enough to be known to the village, it was likely his suitors had been human as well, dealing with their own heat in a way that denoted an acceptance in their new lives. 

Sooner rather than later, it happened. One of the females that had been following him drew closer, and Brendon was not inclined to move away, rather intrigued by her scent and presence. His penis was certainly erect and ready, though he was not expecting her to move in front of him, reaching out to rub his skin with her trunk. The contact was pleasant, especially as she entwined the end of her trunk with his. Brendon shivered from the contact, embracing her as well. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt over the whole ordeal. Yet, in his moment of heat and lust, he was willing to follow her anywhere. He would do whatever she required of him if only to have the chance to alleviate the musth that had consumed his life these past couple of days! 

What he was not expecting was for her to move in front of him and raise her tail. Without regard for his presence, she started to piss, the force of which ended up splashing on Brendon’s trunk. The human part of him was revolted by the act, but under the heady stench was a barrage of elephant pheromones, ones that served to raise his lust to untold levels. His entire being was filled with her heat and need, overriding any human reason or rationale from his mind. He moved into position, the musth providing the missing instincts and prompting him to act like the bull in need he was. She was likely a former human as he had been, but in the end, Brendon had no way of knowing. And in his moment of heat, did it really matter? His instincts couldn’t be denied in the heat of passion!

Rising on his hind legs was surprisingly easy as he worked his leaking cock tip up the female’s backside. With his inexperience, Brendon wasn’t sure he’d be able to properly manage, especially in his worked-up state. But with his rather impressive flexibility, Brendon was able to rub his cock tip over her backside, feeling the opening of her moist folds, and eventually push his way inside. Feeling his penis straighten within her, Brendon proceeded to thrust as though nothing else in the world mattered. She was massive, tight, and rocked in tandem with his body as the two of them trumpeted their lust. 

As horny as they were, it took little time for Brendon to reach his end, feeling his internal testicles swelling and preparing to release their load. In the moment of passion, Brendon felt no reason to hold back, nor had any ability to resist as his penis went into orgasm. It was almost too much to cum from such a mammoth cock, even with his own impressive size. The copious quantities of jism he ejaculated were enough the backwash dripped against his cock. It was far removed from a human’s orgasm, more primal, and more fulfilling in its own way. Be it the musth or some human satisfaction, Brendon was greatly relieved with the act, pulling out of the female as his spent cock swished against the grass before starting to retract within him. 

To his surprise, the female was quick to come around, grasping his trunk in her own in a sign of companionship. He returned the gesture, not really sure what to think about things. He harbored no romantic feelings for her, the mating more primal than anything in his time of heat. Yet, he was able to understand through pheromones that she was in heat as well, and found himself hoping she would return for his company and his semen. 

With that, she moved back to the main herd she was part of, at least for the time being. Brendon was able to commit her smell and sight to memory, as much as he was slowly coming to learn the individual members of his new kin. He knew how to seek her out, mostly to satisfy his physical needs though hoping they would strike a friendship of sorts. It was unlikely he would act as a father, or even take part in the care of their offspring. That was something the females from several generations shared. Whatever was the norm for his new life, Brendon was there for it. Having accepted his new lot in life, he was eager to follow the group and do as they did, taking on the ways of an elephant and finding its own satisfaction and purpose.