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"Those Dog Days of Summer"

We reflect on forty four individuals, and of them two who likely suffer every moment they are wake, knowing terror, and an unquenched anger at all who are human.

The recorded coffers tell of 44 who were not voluntary to becoming as Canine victims of Professor Haun and his understudy, a Professor Beaker.

This Professor Beaker was as insane as Frankenstein himself!

He saw those who came to the research foundation as mere flesh pots for him to evaluate, and then torture them with a horrible transition into meat eating animals.

His first and foremost group became as dogs; but the two that I thought were more horrified than the others, these two he made into Werewolves. A brother and sister pair feeling an exceptional willingness to help the advancement of science. Each did unwarily accept becoming as Giant Airedale conformation of Werewolves. Their mental attitude tainted with a narcissus enthrallment of each their own body. Then as an added thrill to Professor Beaker, he programmed them to lust for things sexual rather than desiring bloody meat and devouring flesh, especially human, since the Professor needed to work with them in close association for over a year.

Austin and Kirin were finally sold to a collector of the rare and weird. As Professor Beaker tired from watching his two were-dogs perform, they would tirelessly do a sexual act that made even Professor Haun pant for making his own Airedale were-bitch.

Somewhere in far back areas of the Yukon providence of Canada is a mansion with a cellar. There are two howling Giant Airedale were-dogs, knowing of what they are and for life shall remain. Each enthralled constantly, day and night with themselves, and their bodies.

Austin displays his red uncircumcised doggy shaft, thrusting it outward of his curly haired sheath, and waggling it in an offering to his bitch of a sister. forty two other exceptionally smart dogs. As per professor Beaker and his own sensual passions, most are male dogs, fully sexual yet, and capable of mating, bringing more of there new breed into being.

The antidote perfected and in a reasonable supply, Sybil comes out of hiding, travels again to Devon, England, and comes to visit at Pennyford Farm.

Unexpected by Miss Jane, Sybil walks to the private office, stands in the doorway and says boldly, "Miss Jane, can we talk?"

Miss Jane was hard at work editing her up and coming end of fiscal year report to her stockholders.

"Well, by all means please do come in!" responded Miss Jane.

Sybil sat down across from Jane's desk crossing her legs she took a large breath and began. "I've been doing some thinking, since Daniel has mentally digressed to almost that of common stallion there is not much reason for me to continue staying here about. I think its time for this ole' lady to return home and find comforts with relatives and old friends."

Miss Jane sat back in her swivel chair as she folded her hands and closer her eyes. She then took a deep breath and began to explain what someday she knew would be needed to tell.

"If I might suggest it could become a mistake to return to the USA and take up residence at or near the homestead. I have taken as they say you under my wing! In very much fact it is I that offers you my corporate managerial umbrella of protection, and it is that which keeps you from those working for Professor Beaker. He would in a moment have you injected and sent to God knows where and as only Prof. Beaker would dare say where. He has sent me different serum vials with the intent of strong arming me into injecting you, and have the only outside the company person silenced.

He is worried that with your present DNA if some official were to check they could still track down the whereabouts of Daniel. His plan was to make you a mare or maybe a cow and thus stop any communications.

I asked him one day why he might not just want to have you murdered? His response was predictable, he wanted to see you suffer as the transition commenced." So explained Miss Jane to a wide eyed Sybil.

"Then I can never leave here whether human or a mare!" replied Sybil choking back tears.

"I am sorry but that's the way it is, you stay here as Daniel's natural mother or take the chance that Professor Beaker doesn't issue the order to have you injected!" said Miss Jane.

Sybil stood up, walking over to a window, there she stood looking out at the green rolling countryside. Her face showed disgust and concern, as a wrinkled brow quivered and motherly eyes welled with tears.

Miss Jane watched and wondered what Sybil was thinking as she stood there quiet for a couple of long minutes.

At last Sybil turned to face Miss Jane, "Do you have anything of an age regenerative formula, something that would make me then as a young mare?" asked Sybil.

Miss Jane just about flipped over backwards in her chair.

"You kidding!" said Miss Jane.

"No! Why should I then not have for myself a true form of freedom rather than be around here waiting to be caged away? Think for a moment, what if something happened to you, what would the Professor do then? No, I'm quite serious! I have watched my son with his mares long enough, and since he can't remember me as his Mother he might find some love for me as his mare!" suggested Sybil.

"Do you prefer to be a mare for Daniel, or would you like to be a prize Arabian stallion, becoming then a stud animal of your very own?" asked Miss Jane as now it was Sybil's time to almost fall over.

Sybil stood wide eyed and mouth open, "Say what?"

"Now, we have now a special formula that makes the transfer of genus and gender in one major jump. A woman would become a horse but as an Arabian stallion not a mare!" said Miss Jane.

Sybil plopped down in the chair and folding her hands sat there thinking.

Miss Jane sat down and thought to let Sybil chew on her newest proposition before telling her what else she did not know anything about.

The thought of how Sybil could accept the challenge, as losing her famine self, becoming then as Miss Jane said, an Arabian stallion horse; the thought of it was causing her some distraction.

Then the phone rang and Miss Jane picked it up saying a friendly, "Hello!"

"Miss Jane, this is Professor Beaker," boomed his voice so both there could hear his every word.

"Professor, what is on your mind today?" she asked in reply since the Professor never called only wrote in the past.

"I was giving some consideration to what we have discussed in the past when writing. The thought of our mutual friend Sybil, and was having some apprehension over her unleashing the international authorities upon our fine working association. Therefore I have prepared a small experiment which would include your Gerald. I would consider forgetting the whole idea if you were to assure me that Sybil would become injected either by her will, or by accident. Otherwise your Gerald might get an injection which should cause him reduced Ibex mind to become smaller yet; this would likely damn him to stay at the zoo on a more permanent basis," suggested the Professor.

"This is blackmail," replied Miss Jane her voice breaking with nervous fear for her son.

"Blackmail, oh no, I think not, there are no totally black Ibex alive, that I know of, but in his sable brown and white coloring he is the toast of the zoo. Unless you help me in this venture I'll guarantee your Gerald will be an Ibex on a very permanent basis!" chided the Professor.

"Don't you touch my Gerald, I'll get back to you in two days!" said Miss Jane her voice showing the fear she had for this evil man.

E-MAIL:

Dear Professor Beaker,

As per your telephone call off two days ago Sybil and I have begun to discuss an idea she now has of becoming a part of the transitioned. This was more her thoughts than any I placed upon her as of our conversation. I would like to handle this is a smooth and easy manner, while having your word that nothing of harm will come to my Gerald.

In other news we might be having some problem with Prince Daniel now. He has by his own desire staying away from his herd of pony mares. He will NOT mount at all and stands long hours near the corners of the pasture. If it were a situation of a human I'd think he was due for a mental breakdown, is this possible?

I believe that this problem with Prince Daniel might be relative to any of those transitioned. As to where human mentality was allowed to continue after the base change was completed, it might a form of depression as the two mental patterns fight for bodily control.

On one occasion you mentioned some special apparatus which was developed when attached to a transitioned mind making the thoughts come out as printed words. If you have this machine available please forward it to me on loan, with the thought to check Prince Daniel.

An Urgent Response Required,

My Dearest Miss Jane,

Your e-mail was a surprise to me and made my day! I have long worried about Sybil and what she might or could report to the authorities. I will allow you all the reasonable time needed to help her make the right decision. Her ultimate genus matters not at all, nor does her final gender either. The only thing which is of real concern to me is silencing a mouth, leaving it as one made solely for grazing.

Gerald a I mentioned before is the hit number at the zoo. He does tricks for the public, and gets his tricks from the two females I transitioned along with him, the three are quite happy as they are, and I see for the present no good reason for spoiling their fun.

Understand me I am not a man of pity as a college dropout came looking for employment and room plus board. It seems he had a fight with his parents over the fact of some physical toying with local farm animals. His name was placed on a State Sex offender list making him a stigma he won't be able to shake for twenty-five years.

Needless to say I agreed to hire him, and put him to work about our beef cattle herd. I watched him with great care not making him suspicious of being observed. It was within his first three days that nightly trips to the pasture began.

As his trips continued I placed into his daily meals small portions of the Aberdeen-Angus formula. I watched with fascination as he began really enjoying his playtimes. It was after the third week here when he came to me showing his partial changes that resembled someone becoming a little bit bovine.

I did a personal physical exam and then offered the reason for the changes, suggesting it was due to some very personal contact with our cows in the research barn. He burst into tears and admitted to his continued toying as he put it into the cows.

I told him that his changed body parts were permanent, and if he felt a true desire toward copulation with the cows there was a way he could go to enhance his pleasures even more.

A surprised young man has ceased to exist on the human plain. Indeed, as he found enjoyment being with cows; I continued to assure him he would make a fine bull. The sexual delight was not forced on him, he quite willingly gave to being bovine, acting the part, as he since plods the pasture doing his heart's desire. This type of social work makes our projects give something back to the community. A sex offender not wanted by the community and his own parents now finds a way of life to enjoy his lusting thoughts while able to accomplish this in total privacy.

Enough, I am forwarding the special brain scan computerized apparatus. It is being sent out Federal Express and should reach you in two or three days. The easy working instructions are in the packing box; please keep this unit at your farm.

Most Sincerely,

Professor Beaker

Daniel's Thoughts Revealed

After the phone call from Professor Beaker, Miss Jane sat Sybil down for a good woman to mother talk.

Sybil sat with a surprised look on her face, no doubt feeling somewhat relieved upon hearing how a stabled Daniel was near to being coherent and might soon even enough to talk as did so long ago.

The special apparatus sent by Professor Beaker was the answer to a mother's many prayers. Once it was hooked up and working she might converse again with her son; pony that he might still be, and having spent two years plus time as a pony stud.

"Miss Jane is this thing really going to tell us what my Daniel is thinking?" asked Sybil.

As Miss Jane and her farm's Animal Doctor worked over the setting up of Professor Beaker's mind scan machine, she continued to answer Sybil's many questions.

"Look I said it several times, now we will have this thing set up so that this afternoon our Prince Daniel can be hooked up and his printed thoughts will ramble out on reams of paper, understand?" said Miss Jane maybe as wondering and worried of what they would find.

Two-O-clock that afternoon found Daniel placed in a tight fitted exam stall and thirty one small wires glued to different places about his skull. A still docile animal, Daniel stood calmly wondering what this all was for?

A Doctor Virgil Hornaday sat at a small card table keying the computer, working the mouse, searching for the most correct brainwave frequency on Prince Daniel.

Daniel whickered softly as the electrodes tingled about his pony head and scalp. The Computer began its search, and just as suddenly the printer began to print.

"CALM, KEEP CALM, LOVE MISS JANE, LOVE MAMA, CALM, WONDER,

SWISH TAIL, SHAKE MANE, UNCOMFORTABLE, SNORT, MUST SEE

STRAIN TO SEE, I WISH THEY COULD ASK ME A QUESTION...." As so the thoughts of Daniel the Dartmoor stallion came out on paper.

"Miss Jane began, "Prince Daniel, Daniel, Daniel why are you not staying with your herd?" asked Miss Jane.

"LOVE MISS JANE, LOVE MY MAMA, MISS YOU ALL, BEGAN TO

REMEMBER, REMEMBERING, DAD, MOM, COLLEGE, MY FRIENDS,

PLANNED VACATION TO ROCKY MOUNTAINS, GONE ALL GONE I AN

ANIMAL NOW, AN ANIMAL NOW, AN ANIMAL NOW, AN ANIMAL

NOW....." Thought Daniel as the printer printed.

The Doctor gave a quick hand action as the printer kept printing the one maybe sullen thought of Daniel, "An animal now!" He wanted another question to break the sustained worried thought and go on with his complete thoughts.

"You are a prize stallion Dartmoor pony and your Mother and I love you dearly!" said Miss Jane and even Sybil got up and walked over to kneel facing her Son.

"LOVE YOU MAMA, SORRY, SO SORRY, THE PAIN I CAUSED, SORRY,

SORRY, CHOSE THIS OUT OF SOME FOOL LUSTY WANT, WANT,

WANT, MY WANTS, PROFESSOR HAUN ASKED ME, ASKED ME,

OFFERED ME, SHOWED ME, SHOWED ME, SCARED AT FIRST,

SHOWED ME, SAW RANDY, RANDY, RANDY FULLER, SAW RANDY

FULLER, SAW RANDY FULLER, OH GOD, OH MY GOD, NO,NO,NO HE

IS OH MY GOD, RANDY, RANDY I CALLED TO RANDY, PROFESSOR

LAUGHED, HE LAUGHED, RANDY CHANGING, RANDY CHANGING,

RANDY SOON A MILK COW, RANDY FRIEND A COW, OH GOD NO,

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,..." Daniel's mind seemed to catch and reply with his memories of Randy a good friend, he being what the Professor Haun transitioned into a common female cow.

"Now we all know how evil and perverted the Professor Haun was to those he changed." said Sybil.

Miss Jane said nothing but her look was in full agreement to Sybil.

"Daniel my Son, Daniel please tell Mother why you won't be with your herd?" asked Sybil kneeling eye to eye with Daniel.

"MAMA, MOTHER, MOTHER, LOVE MOTHER, LOVE MOTHER, DANIEL

SEEING HIMSELF, DANIEL AN ANIMAL, DANIEL AN ANIMAL, DANIEL

IS AN ANIMAL, MADE FOR SEX, ONLY SEX, DANIEL ONLY A SEX

ANIMAL NO REAL USE, JUST SEX, DANIEL LOVE MOTHER, LOVE

DAD, LOVE MOTHER, LOVE MISS JANE, LOVE MOTHER,...." So said Daniel in his thoughts.

"Daniel your Mother loves her Daniel! You are a pony and as a pony you shall act like a pony! Mating is your true function on the farm, your a needed part of the farm, you have a purpose in life! Daniel?" said Sybil as Miss Jane wiped a tear from her own cheek.

Now uneasy Daniel stomps his fore hoofs as he shakes his head and mane.

"I LOVE MY MAMA, MAMA, YES MAMA, YES I DO HAVE PURPOSE,

YES, PURPOSE, ME PURPOSE, SEX, MOUNTING, MOUNTING MARES,

LILLY, MARGE, LOVE MY MARES, ONE REASON TO LIVE, ONE

REASON TO LIVE, MOUNTING MY MARES, TIRED, TIRED, TIRED

MOUNTING MARES, MY MARES, TIRED MY MARES, MOUNTING,

MOUNTING, MOUNTING, SEX, MOUNTING, SEX, MOUNTING, SEX...." Again Daniel's mind hung up on the reason for his dull actions.

Suddenly Daniel burst out with a thought.

"DISGUSTED, ANGRY, DADDY HATES ME, DADDY HATES ME, I

ANIMAL, CHOSE TO BE ANIMAL, DADDY HATES ME, DADDY HATES

ME, I CHOSE BE ANIAML, ANIMAL, PONY STALLION ANIMAL,

ANIMAL, DADDY...HATES...DANIEL !" with that his thoughts stopped and only a jumble of letters rolled off the printer.

"You Daddy can understand your feelings now! Your Daddy, see here this is a picture I took of Daddy. Daddy lives near by, he is a pony stallion too, Daniel?" said Sybil as Miss Jane threw up her hands in dismay.

Daniel ogled the 5x7 inch photo and shook his head and mane. A snort, then more shaking as the printer began to make sense again.

"LOVE DADDY, DADDY, DADDY PONY STALLION, DADDY PONY

STALLION TOO, WONDERFUL, LOVE DADDY, LOVE DADDY, DANIEL

LOVE DADDY!" obviously Daniel felt happy thoughts his Father had chosen to join Daniel as a pony.

"MAMA BE A PONY TOO, MAMA DADDY PONY TOO, MAMA PONY

TOO, MAMA PONY TO, PLEASE PONY TOO, MAMA PLEASE PONY

TOO, DANIEL LOVE MAMA, DANIEL LOVE MAMA PONY, DANIEL

LOVE MAMAM PONY TOO, DANIEL HAPPY, DANIEL HAPPY LOVE

MAMA TOO, DANIEL MOUNT MAMA, DANIEL LOVE MOUNT MAMA

TOO, OH, OH NO, OH NO DANIEL BAD, DANIEL BAD, OH NO DANIEL

BAD NOT MOUNT MAMA, NOT MOUNT MAMA, DANIEL BAD," the printer stopped, as Daniel closed his eyes trying not to think of having his mama as a mare for sexual pleasures.

Sybil began to cry as Miss Jane walked over helping Sybil up and placing her into a chair. Then pulling a chair over she sat down facing Daniel as he stood locked into the old style mating stall. Cupping his chin in her soft hands she began to talk with her prize stallion.

"Daniel, listen to me Daniel, your Mother planned to become a horse but not a mare and not a pony. I have now a serum which will grow your Mama from her present self to a large Arabian stallion. She will stay here or return to America and live there. She will have youth and be younger than she now, having to live as you do, with the same purpose in life. Don't you wish this for her?" asked Miss Jane.

Slowly the printer began, "MY MAMA A HORSE, NO, NO, NOT MY

MAMA, NO, NO, NOT MAMA A STALLION, NO, NO, MAMA COME

PONY MARE TOO, MAMA PONY MARE TOO, DANIEL BE GOOD,

DANIEL BE GOOD, NOT MOUNT MAMA, DANIEL BE GOOD, LVE

DADDY NOW TOO, LOVE DADDY, LOVE MAMA, LOVE MISS JANE,

LOVE VIRGIL, LOVE MAMA, LOVE LILLY, LOVE MARGE, LOVE, LOVE,

LOVE ALL YOU, DANIEL LOVE ALL YOU, MY FRIENDS !" replied Daniel as the Doctor turned off the computer.

"We must stop now his heart rate is almost double the norm. Best for all we break till tomorrow morning and begin again." said Virgil.

Virgil released Daniel but placed him in a box stall within the confines of the main barn. As in the past when kept away from the pasture, his herd, and instinctive patterns for love making lost their grip, the true Daniel found it easier to think as the human he was before.

Miss Jane comforted Sybil as they walked back to the main house. "This will all work out fine!"

Sybil spent the entire evening crying as the thoughts of her Daniel went round and round in her mind. That afternoon she read of what he was thinking, his own concerns and worries. Troubling thoughts of her son still trying to contemplate how he became an animal, a pony stallion, and of what he did to his loving parents; all of what she and her husband hated, all was laid out for her to know.

Now Sybil had her own motherly love for a son gone wrong, memories from his very first letter, and how he described his uncontrollable pangs for what was sensual. The worst of what he said and begged hit hard, as her only son wished to follow a path of sensual enjoyment and discard his education for a life living as do animals.

Then too, she learned more of the deep love for family, and how Daniel felt about his Father and Mother, as what they meant to him.

Sybil felt a growing sense of anger, wondering just what the Professor Haun said to Daniel, his scheme and ploys used to assure Daniel to think being a pony stallion was just a barrel of fun. The love and concern for family was unbounded by what Daniel felt for his friend Randy Fuller; when the Professor had Daniel see what happened to his good friend, a lad of nineteen lost in the throngs of bovine sensations, changed into a cow.

She thought about how Daniel felt a concern for Lilly, and Marge his two favorite mares. It was the way Daniel reiterated his constant thoughts attributed to the nearly continual preoccupation of wanting to mounting them and then, agonizing over having the sexual pleasures with his friends. All this and more she wondered the night away.

Miss Jane being a strong willed person and knowing the reasons she agreed to become a part of the animal husbandry experiments, sat reading and rereading the printed matter which flowed out that printer.

Doctor Virgil Hornaday too was keeping busy that evening, as from the foundation came a delivery of four new mares. It was his responsibility to double check their general health, and mostly if they were fertile enough to produce a foal. He shuddered to think of a repeat situation as when Marge experienced when she gave birth to her first, it stunned all who were there, as being its form was an almost totally human child.

The legal problems of getting a birth certificate and normal documents showing both father and mother had to be forged. It would be rather suspicious to those in the village clerking office if he wrote the parents of the child to be a stallion named Prince Daniel and a mother being Marge, a Dartmoor mare.

So Virgil remained rather busy leaving his mind occupied over concerns of self assuring that such a mistake will not happen ever again; but the least of his worry was of a stallion named Prince Daniel and of his panging thoughts of parents, love, and making foals.

Prince Daniel on the other hand was as much like unto his Mother. Agitated he paced about inside his box stall, snorting often, shaking his head and mane. As from his almost a month since being around the mares and in the pasture, he had time on his hoofs, time to think, remember, and get his thinking of thoughts realigned. The probing questions and new information of the afternoon was enlightening, but troubling too when Daniel thought of his stately father being then as an Exmoor pony and doing as did Daniel, both digressed to live as animals.

Morning came with the standard happenings of what Daniel had come to accept as the start to yet another day as a pony. A bucket of fresh water placed in his stall and a dishpan loaded with a mixture of raw grain. Daniel had learned to love it when just before any mating session the Doctor would mix in a short beer added to his morning feed.

Once his appetite was appealed, Daniel would stretch his stance and with a partial erection let flow the night long flood of urine. Then he would give a healthy sniff of the air, finding his rank scent a reminder of his status there as a stallion. It was his own brand of bestial perfume, something the told the other ponies who he was, as they do not use names to tell them who is who.

The first thing done it wasn't long before the bowels had a building urge, and as a pony he always followed such feelings to their final end. As his human line of thinking had return, the necessary act of letting fall a dump seemed vile as if an unsociable act to do openly in front of the eyes of others. Embarrassed by what he was about to do, Daniel would move to a corner close to his stall doorway, and let loose the gates. The resulting pile of hot stench was then readily at hand for the stable groom to remove on his first round that morning.

Now Daniel felt ready to meet what came for the day. He would let his human imagination mix with the lusting passionate thoughts of him being a stallion. The result was several moments of rich sensual passion. In those minutes Daniel delighted feeling his maleness become slowly erect, the sensation coming in three stages, until hanging stiff, rigid, being erect.

As his memories went round and round he began the daily ritual of a pony stallion enjoying his own sensations of an erection. This pleasuring act was strange to him when first transitioned into a Dartmoor pony stallion's form. Since and now, after the year and many months he had lived as a stallion pony, the feeling of his own erection was a reassuring experience he loved four or five times a day.

Sometimes Doc Hornaday would come and watch as Prince Daniel the stallion was lost in his own sea of sexual pleasures, enthralled and ignoring the world around him. As the pleasurable moments passed off Daniel, he would notice his sensual act was witnessed by the doc or others. Having been seen doing something which humans consider as bordering on immoral behavior, Daniel would saunter into a corner of his stall feeling bad.

Today offered another bright thrill as this was to be the second use of the brain scan. Daniel had great anticipations, wanting to explain and tell his mother more of what he felt and of those he cherished. His time alone had let him focus again on thinking upon human patters of thought, setting aside the frantic lusting of feeling fulfilled with things sensual.

Eleven-O-clock found Daniel returned to the mating stall, again he looked and felt as a vacuum sweeper, as if plugged into a wall outlet. The number electrodes set and with glue were attached again to his pony skull; he eyed the computer, hearing it whirl and spin as the "C" drive was warming up.

Daniel stood calmly by, waiting, but not able to go anywhere, locked up tight in a stall made for keeping a mare willing for a stallion to mate. He took note of two chairs setting on either side of his crate, and expected these were for his mom and Miss Jane.

"Ladies, we are ready to begin," said Doc.

Sybil sat to the left chair, while Miss Jane sat to the right of Daniel.

Miss Jane began, "Daniel no doubt your mind is clearer now, do tell us of what you feel and think."

"MOM, MISS JANE, FEELING, DANIEL FEELS SAD FOR GIVING IN,

AS FOR BECOMING A PONY, AND AN ANIMAL.

YOUR DANIEL DIED, DUE TO THE WILD FEELINGS DURING HIS

CHANGE FROM HUMAN TO BE THIS STRONG AND AGILE PONY.

DANIEL HATED THE PROFESSOR FOR WHAT HE DID TO RANDY,

BOB, AND JANET. DANIEL FEELS.." Suddenly Sybil exploded off her seat stopping Daniels thoughts.

"Bob and Janet, Bobby Anderson and Janet Anderson, them too, Daniel!" said Sybil a statement and as much a question.

Daniel snorted a couple of times and then began again.

"YES MOM, DANIEL TOLD BOB AND JANET OF HIS BIG PLAN TO

EARN EXTRA MONEY IN THE RESEARCH OPENING ADVERTISED BY

THE PROFESSOR HAUN. DANIEL DID NOT KNOW THAT BOB WENT

AND APPLIED THE DAY AFTER DANIEL. DON'T KNOW WHEN JANET

CAME THERE BUT THE PROFESSOR SHOWED THEM TO DANIEL

WHEN DANIEL WAS ALMOST COMPLETE IN TRANSITIONING. BOB

WAS BECOMING A AFRICAN GNU GOAT AND JANET DANIEL'S

GIRLFRIED WAS BECOMING HIS FEMALE GNU. PROFESSOR HAD

THEM SOLD TO A ZOO AS A MATED SET READY FOR MATING

PURPOSES. BOB WOULD NOT KEEP HIS MENTAL MIND AND

MEMORIES BUT THE PROFESSOR MADE JANET KEEP HERS AS HE

WATCHED AN LAUGHED. DANIEL SAW HER PAIN. JANET MY LOVE

WAS IN PAIN FROM THE HORRID FEAR OF BECOMING A BRUTE

ANIMAL. THE DAY DANIEL SHIPPED OUT TO COME AND LIVE HERE,

BOBBY AND JANET LEFT TOGETHER IN BIG WOOD CRATES FOR

THEIR LIVES IN A ZOO." The computer printed out the thoughts and memories of a Daniel that had nearly faded from existence.

Sybil turned to Miss Jane, "That explains a lot about what was going on in our town back then. The Anderson family put out a $25,000 dollar reward on information about their two missing children. The money was never collected and the case of the missing was never solved, until now!" said Sybil.

Miss Jane grinned, "Now we have a path to follow and at the end of that path a pair of Gnu's with partial human DNA. As the Professor Beaker presses me and maybe you too for his desires, we on the other hand will have a crutch to stand on! I will begin a check under Bobby and Janet's names for information on there placement through the research web sight." said Miss Jane. "Continue Daniel, what are your thoughts about living here as a pony?"

"DANIEL CAME HERE AND AFTER A MONTH AS THIS DARTMOOR

STALLION THE FEELING OF PASSION, RAW WILD DESIRES, EASY

OPEN EXPERSSION OF THOSE FEELINGS AND THEN AFTER

MOUNTING LILLY, LILLY, LILLY...OH AFTER LILLY THE LUST TO

ENJOY AND FEEL THAT TOUCHING WAS ALL DANIEL COULD THINK

ABOUT. LILLY, DANIEL SNIFFED HER RICH SCENT, IT DROVE THE

PONY BRAIN INSANE, DANIEL WATCHED IN REPULSE FEELINGS AS

DANIEL LICKED THE TONGUE UP LILLY'S RUMP. HER BLACKENED

LIPS WINKING AGAINST THE TONGUE, HER PINK UNDERNEATH.

DANIEL STOOD SHAKING, KNOWING THE INSTINCTS, ACTIONS

OF BEING THEN AS A PONY STALLION, HE DO WHAT FOR A HUMAN

WAS OUTLANDISH. DANIEL TONGUE LICKED AT HER JUICES,

ENJOYING THE FLAVOR, SWALLOWING IT. LILLY SPURTED SOME

PEE AND THE SCENT MADE DANIEL GET WILD AS IF IN A MAD

FRENZY. DANIEL JUMPED UP, FORELEGS SPREAD OVER LILLY BACK.

DANIEL FELT HIS PENIS, NO DANIEL IS PONY, PONIES HAVE A

COCK, DANIEL HAD COCK RIGID, WILD RAGE A NEED, A DESIRE,

TO FEEL, TO ENJOY, MALE PLEASURE, DOMINATE, OH THE FEEL.

DANIEL MOVED CLOSER DANIEL'S COCK POKED HERE AND THERE

TILL TOUCHED WARM MOIST FEEL. PUSH, THRUST, IN DEEP,

DEEPER, NEEDED, WANTED IT IN ALL THE WAY, FELT SHEATH

TOUCH THE WINKING LIPS OF LILLY. LILLY THRILLING DANIEL,

GRABBED DANIEL TIGHT, HELD TIGHT SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT.

DANIEL PUSH IN, DANIEL PULL BACK LILLY HOLD TIGHT MAKE

DANIEL FEEL WILD PASSION. IN, BACK, IN, BACK SEVERAL TIMES

TILL DANIEL FEEL BUILDING URGE. DANIEL FEEL EXPLOSION

INSIDE LILLY AS DANIEL'S SPERM SPURT OUT LIKE A ROARING

RIVER OF HOT HEAT. LILLY JUMP BUT STAY HOLDING DANIEL

TIGHT. LILLY RELAX, DANIEL STEP BACK, DANIEL SLIDE OUT LIKE

LONG SENSUAL SNAKE. DANIEL STAND DOWN AND RELAX BUT

LILLY TURN CAME NEAR LICKING COCK. PASSION RETURNED.

DANIEL AND LILLY DO AGAIN AND AGAIN. FEELINGS, PASSION,

LUST, DESIRES, ALL GOOD MEMORIES INSIDE DANIEL," as the printer wrote page after lusty page, telling the thoughts of Daniel.

"I suggest we let him rest and eat he can start anew later!" suggested the Doc.

Sybil in tears and Miss Jane taking note how Daniel was showing his enthused feelings, the two women get up, and as they walk out of the barn Daniel lets loose a loud whinny.

A short lunch and Sybil with Miss Jane both were of the mind that Daniel could never return to being human, as of his thinking and newly learned mannerisms he could not become socially proper.

As the two Ladies returned to the barn, Prince Daniel was already fitted into the mating stall. The Doc was sitting at the computer typing away.

"Are you working with Daniel privately?" asked Sybil.

Doc Hornaday looked up from his typing then smiled. "No, I have been changing the printouts to read better!" said Doc.

Miss Jane picked up the most recent printout and read, "Hey Virgil, I'm really happy Miss Jane got this thing for me to tell what has been bottled up inside Daniel."

"Yes this is better on the eyes please continue, excellent work Doc!" agreed Miss Jane.

Again Sybil sat to the left of Daniel's faced self. Miss Jane sat to the right and Doc sat to the rear at the computer watching the printout and vitals as Daniel stood thinking thoughts that printed out in the tray.

"Daniel you talked much this morning about your passion and lust for those mares you love, tell us what you think now about living the life of a pony." asked Miss Jane.

Daniel stirred a little in his tight stall. Shaking his mane as if trying to clear the fog out of that pony head and tell what he remembered. "Daniel, afraid at first...Daniel now an animal living with brute animals born as animals being as animals...jealous animals, cunning animals, they bite, kick, and shove Daniel, must learn to fend for self, gain the right to live, Daniel must learn to be as brute, showing jealousy, being beastly of actions, earning the respect by others like Daniel."

Doc Hornaday pointed toward Daniel motioning for Miss Jane's attention to look at the pony, as his thoughts were printed out his maleness hung erect.

Even as Daniel was busy thinking his experiences the mental excitement was transposed into showing an erection; this being an unconscious equine reaction to the thoughts reminding him of his deep feelings.

Miss Jane gave a simple nod as to what Doc pointed to knowing the common actions of a stallion quite well. Daniel though being originally a human was now much entwined into the life and actions thereof the Dartmoor pony stallion.

"Please go on Daniel, tell us more of your first days here at the farm." said Miss Jane in a warm and friendly manner.

Daniel snorted softly then found his thought. "Daniel found Lilly to help Daniel accept and be accepted by the other mares as she offered herself for Daniel to know passion. Marge helped too and after watching, those mares not attached to some other pony harem came to be with Daniel. Daniel became proud of what was his herd. We ran, trotted played together separated from the others held in here, Daniel felt free yet caged by fences, needed to learn farm fences, captive not able to roam free as when self, this animal is me, I still Daniel, can not even cry, feel lowly at night, hang head droop tail. Marge and Lilly good friends they human before like Daniel, know what I feel they come and make touching, try to lift spirits."

The printer went silent, stopped all printing as from Daniel came a splattering of pony semen spewing out his erect, and very excited cock.

Sybil jerked her legs away but caught most of Daniel's load.

Standing up she looked down to see the stinking yellow globs of rich semen and the flood of cum running down her slacks. Turning to leave in disgust and haste even Daniel had to notice what just happened, he whinnied as if to say he was sorry; the computer printing out a dozen words, all being SORRY Mom!

Then he began to urgently beg for forgiveness, as the printer rattled out his embarrassed thoughts, "Daniel sorry Mom, Daniel be as an animal now, will act like animal, please forgive Daniel, please forgive..." Daniel having a mass of mixed thoughts would send the computer printer off on a rampage of linguistic gibberish.

As Daniel and Miss Jane continued the session, a messed up Sybil walked sternly back to the main house. Once in her bedroom, Sybil removed her nice slacks and took them into the bathroom for a washing.

Turning on the shower she looked at the slacks feeling disgust over the mess. During her walk from the barn to house the sensual juices had dried, turning crusty white as if a starch covered the slacks. The yellowed globs of semen clung in soft jellylike state. She decided to hold the slacks under hot water, letting the semen and juices slowly began to soften. The globs clung yet and Sybil was force to pick at them with her fingers.

Glob after sticky glob removed off the cloth they stuck to Sybil's hand instead. Shaking her hand they still clung tight making her think of what those mares felt as their wombs filled with Daniel's juicy seed.

A strange urging taunted Sybil, seeing how the thousands of sticky globs had become stuck, and nearly covered her one hand. The rinsing water did nothing to change the thick consistency, and it bared a rank smelly crude odor. Yet as she stood there looking at the globs, that urge returned, offering her a harsh and lusty idea, that of devouring the pony semen of Daniel.

Quickly and in her own sudden feeling of passion Sybil opened her mouth wide. Teeth bit out like eating a bite of some apple. The globs separated from Sybil's palm, filling her mouth with a thick gooey sort of slime.

Turning in absolute disgust of the rank taste Sybil looked for her drinking glass which normally sat by the sink. As her luck would have it, the maid must of removed the glass for cleaning, and not yet returned to place a clean one there.

The semen globs were accepting well the action of Sybil's saliva mix with her own body's heat. Globs were returning to the fluid state as when coming from the testicles of a pony stallion. Even as Sybil spit into the sink she had to of swallowed some of the slime.

Choking and coughing Sybil felt horridly foolish for what she had done.

It was at that moment the Maid came back to Sybil's room and walked in on the half undressed lady. As Sybil was bent over the washbasin spiting and coughing, and the room filled with rank odors of equine semen, the Maid screamed and setting the glass down ran out the room.

Sybil did not give a care about what the Maid thought; she having her own concerns right then. Taking the glass she filled it with water and swished out her mouth.

Nothing, the semen was oily and continued to stick inside her mouth over teeth and gums.

Fumbling with the medicine cabinet she looked about for some mouthwash, anything to cut the taste and clean her mouth. The cabinet was well stocked with everything but a mouthwash. Grabbing at straws Sybil took hold a spray bottle of nasal saline liquid. Opening her mouth the yellow strings of Daniel's pony semen hung everywhere.

Spray, spray, spray, the saline spray was fast cutting the semen's hold making the spitting of it out, as being then possible. After some minutes of fright and disgust the problem had lessoned away.

Redressing Sybil hurried back to the barn for the session with Daniel.

"Sorry what did I miss?" asked Sybil as she again plopped into her chair.

Daniel was mid sentence explaining his conquest of a mare when his nostrils flared wide. As his large nose caught the scent so did Miss Jane.

Miss Jane jumped up and taking hold of Sybil's shoulder she asked the obvious question on her and Daniel's mind, "The semen, you did not ingest any of Daniel's semen did you Sybil?"

Sybil's face turned red, she moved uneasy about her chair and looking into Miss Jane's eyes she blinked and nodded a yes.

"My Mommy is going to join Daniel and his herd!" The printer rattled out off a passing thought of one human mind knowing what had happened to others who ingested his tainted seeds.

Doc got up and gave the printout directly to Sybil. She read it and then looked at Doc and Miss Jane.

"Not really?" Sybil questioned the printout.

"Yes!" replied Doc.

"Yes!" said Miss Jane.

Daniel pawed the ground and snorted his delights, his lips turning to foam covered as he salivated the thought of gaining another mare for his herd.

Sybil looked worried at both people and then looked at her stallion Son.

"Please try to understand, Daniel's semen is rich with properties of that Professor Haun used in the transition formula. It is of the original composition which much higher in equine metamorphic abilities. The enzyme remains in the host body for years. If Daniel had had intercourse with some female after injections began she would also become a Dartmoor pony over time. If you ingested his raw untainted semen now the ultimate result will be you Sybil are going to change genus!" announced Doc.

Stunned and sitting looking up suddenly, Sybil burped!

A happy and humored pony Daniel pawed the barn floor and whinnied.

The reality of what he knew was to come, brought Daniel's thought printout to a quick halt.

Shaking with the dread of what he was just told, Sybil walked with Doc Hornaday to his office for her initial exam. A group of four blood samples began his questioning, as then granting his knowledge for her best understanding of what she should expect to happen quite soon.

"There, we have all the base samples of your present blood and tissue's for a beginning format. As with coming transitions I will take new samples giving us an idea as to just how far your physical self will expectantly change!" announced the Doc.

"Then there is no doubt I will physically change, or I will change some, but not totally!" said Sybil.

Doctor Hornaday plopped down hard on the corner of his desk nearest Sybil. He took her hand and looking her directly said, "My dear woman the ingesting of Daniel's enzyme saturated semen can and will cause you major changes in both internal and external body makeup. I suspect the soft tissue will make the realignment first, then bone and muscle after that. I don't know the volume of semen swallowed but considering what is known of Daniel's past semen counts, the process should climax you in eleven months."

A sniffle from Sybil, she wipes a tear that is rolling down one cheek, her hands are shaking, lower lip trembles; her imagination is now working on overtime.

"Then you really don't know how much of me will change to look like a Dartmoor mare?" asked Sybil as Miss Jane walked into the room.

"At first I would have to admit it is a guess that you will change completely. This scenario has happened so few times it is hard to judge what will and or won't change; but some changes are expected, to be sure! Yet I can make an assured promise, you will by the end of eleven months be walking on four legs!" stated the Doc.

Sybil let out a small gasp feeling even more inner terror at becoming a mare, or maybe as some half human creature seemingly proper to live in a circus sideshow.

Miss Jane knowing what was no doubt to occur had in her hand something to show Doc Hornaday.

"This was sent here for possible use on Sybil by Professor Beaker. It is his new "Sheik of Arabia" formula!" said Miss Jane.

Doc quickly takes the vial from Miss Jane's hand and walks over to his workstation. Plopping into his high backed chair he takes the entry code from the vial, and begins to type it into the Sunrise Research's web page. A quieting Sybil sits by looking on, she sniffles some as tears and fear strains her thinking. Miss Jane takes a grip on Sybil's soft hand, as they await the findings.

The Doc mumbles as he reads the screen's offering of information about the new vial. "Yes, this has similar properties, but would Sybil prefer being a stallion rather than mare?" asked the Doc.

"What?" asked Sybil as she turned, to look up at Miss Jane.

Doc Hornaday looked over to Miss Jane saying, " Yes please tell me what's your reasoning here?"

Miss Jane released Sybil's hand and walked over to stand between Sybil and Doc.

Looking first at one and then the other Miss Jane began to explain. "Sybil will change, right? Well as she changes over the eleven month gestation period her mind will be infected to a great extent! As the enzyme's work on changing the cell structure from bone to muscle, to soft tissue and final transition her mind and memory of her human past should mellow into a common sensual urge driven Dartmoor mare, correct?" says Miss Jane as she glances toward the Doc who is nodding in agreement.

Sybil sniffs and looks at Miss Jane waiting on every word of her fate.

"Now then, as for the Sheik formula given to me to use on Sybil by Professor Beaker, it tends to begin working decidedly faster! It according to the Professor has a gestation period of three months. Thus, if Sybil was injected with this formula she would retain her memories, knowing her human past while becoming younger in physical age. Yes agreed, she would become an Arabian horse in form and a stallion one at that! So!"

Miss Jane turns to look at Sybil.

"Given the choice of ultimately becoming a plain ignorant minded lusty Dartmoor mare and mated by your Son Daniel; or having all your memories intact while becoming a two year old Arabian stallion, what would be your choice?" asked Miss Jane.

Sybil sat there with Doc and Miss Jane hanging on what she would say. Looking first to Miss Jane and then to the Doc her choice must be made now!

Passive in her way of agreement Sybil knew it was her total silence that Professor Beaker wanted from her. The thought of being an ignorant pony mare and standing about as such lusting to be mated was not the kind of lifestyle she would prefer. Worse yet, if she was then allowed or forced to mate with Daniel, the thought of this made the accepting her fate become intolerable.

Miss Jane stood by as Doctor Hornaday quickly filled a syringe with the new Arabian formula. A swab of Sybil's upper arm and in went the injection sealing her fate and a mouth the management considered a loose cannon.

Doctor Hornaday stands up, his face having a broad smile, he steps over to a then standing Sybil and gives her a hearty big hug.

"I congratulate you on accepting our offer, your coming experience should be an eye opener' to say the least. Think, as being a woman with the experiences of having had human relations, then child birthing, and soon to stand as a stallion horse used for stud, this will without a doubt cause some disturbing adjustments." says the Doc his face beaming with pride and satisfaction.

"Doctor, in a few weeks my son Gerald will be forthcoming to reside here for a time. The Professor has assured me of his forthcoming authorization, returning to me my son Gerald. You may not be aware of this, but Professor Beaker tried to blackmail me into injecting Sybil with this new formula. He made my son an Ibex, placing him in a zoo, and then used him as a crux to force me to do as asked. I would ask you to also take Gerald under your consoling ways, he will need all the comforting we can offer, would you not agree." said Miss Jane to the Doctor.

Sybil looked at Miss Jane and winked at her in a sly and slow fashion.

Miss Jane took note of her action and sidestepped its meaning as right then was not the time or place to make either the Doctor or his boss suspicious.

Taking Sybil by the hand Miss Jane took her out from the doctor's office, leading her enter Miss Jane's office for a talk.

Soon, each lady was seated, Miss Jane at her desk and Sybil in a comfortable chair in front of the desk.

"I wish to give you my ..." started Miss Jane.

"No, no please don't try to make this entire situation seem as if it is the best and proper thing for me to do, because it ain't! Let me recant the past and all that has happened. My college educated son was lured into thinking he was to earn an income or at best an endowment to continue his education. When in fact, he was coaxed into accepting the Dartmoor project and made then from the sound morale youth he was, to a sex lusting sensualist of a stallion animal and pony to be used for breeding human qualities into your pony blood lines!

His acceptance of becoming a pony and remaining as such on a permanent basis has caused my marriage to break up, and sending my dear husband into a mental institution. From there he was found by the first curator of this project, and then being at weak time in his life he was coaxed also into being an active part of the Exmoor Project.

Now my husband stands at stud, his mind a blur of human thoughts and animal lusts. He knowingly nothing of neither me, his son, or family, his one and only interest in life and continued living is to satisfy his male organ's sensual drives.

Now we come to quaint essential part of the present situation, me!

I am as the good Professor calls me, "A loose cannon" and knowing his devious secrets and ways as proved by your own son Gerald, he has forced me to accept his so called, offer. An offer of either hell or living deeper in hell is what shall be for me.

To tell you the truth, I might have preferred to remain with my son and be his sex mate and mare. Yet the thought of doing it in total ignorance was the one thing, the crux to force me into accepting the proposed life as a stallion, human mind and memories intact, maybe?" explains Sybil.

"I'm assured the Professor will let you keep your mind alert and alive while becoming and living on as an Arabian horse and stallion. It is the change of gender which he makes his sport of you and me by that male attitude of him being supreme over the weaker sex." says Miss Jane, and sighing as she says it.

"To be quite frank now and telling you this in no way should or would stop me from going through with this scheme. I left with two different attorneys back in the states, each having a full letter explaining of all here, and all at fault in this devious scheme to make money out of those foolish or weak enough to become a part of this experiment. In detail did I explain what went on here, and since then have set rebuttal letters to the attorneys as additional insurance to bring them up to date. They will, upon not receiving any additional letters make the contents of my information known to the authorities. Thus it would put an end to this entire line of damnation!" explains Sybil as Miss Jane sits with mouth open in surprise.

"You do realize that the Professor and Doctor Hornaday will not stand idol and let you bring their empire crashing down to its ultimate ruin! They will lash out and destroy Daniel and the others making your claims seem as foolish lies. You too, as you will now become over the coming months as strong and desiring stallion would be at the Professor's mercy. The word mercy is something ole' Beaker just doesn't know the meaning of that word! If he kills you that would be showing his mercy! Yet I suspect he will make your stallion self a life of torture and pain for as long as he is under watchful eye of local government. But, one should note that he is even now working with the armed forces in making volunteers from there into spies which might never be discovered. Those he has transitioned into new species and helped to send them into the field of honor as spies, has doomed each of those young people to a life long state of bestial existence! It is with such knowledge that the higher level of governmental will no doubt step in, confiscating your letters, deeming them as pro-anarchy, your attorneys and their families, along with anyone else aware of this entire project will be as they say, become expendable! I am quite factual in speaking this as I know of the Professor's original plan and it is well thought out from any possible action of those involved." tells Miss Jane.

"Then I'm beaten before the game even starts!" chides Sybil.

"I'm afraid so, he even has plans for those like me that once this were to begin I and my family would become a part of his devious ways." says Miss Jane to Sybil.

Sybil sits for a moment her eyes in a stare at Miss Jane.

Coy in manner of speaking and demeanor Sybil asks, "Pray tell, as what would be likely Professor Haun and or Beaker, what would they do to you, and yours."

Miss Jane leans back in her chair and gives a sigh.

"Lions, he likes for me and mine to be as creatures which feed even on their young." she says showing her disdain for the thought.

"Enough of this, I suggest you write your lawyers soon; as the Arabian process comes on quickly and use of the hands will be first to be changed. As with others the soft tissue changes first but for some unknown reason the new formula effects the toes and fingers at the same time." Miss Jane explains.

The two ladies get up and Miss Jane escorts Sybil to the door. Neither say anymore a word about the coming times, enough has been said to alert Sybil as to her lone state there in Dartmoor, England.

That very same day begins a new level of human indignity, as from the many advertisements placed, and a web page offering employment with added benefits, Sunrise Research is deluged with resumes and requests to purchase some vile vials.

To: Sunrise Research Farms

Appleton, WI.

Resume'

Marvin J. Thornton

To whom it may concern,

I would appreciate the consideration of my resume for any of the positions opening for general labor. It is my wish to become as much a willing and diligent part helping in the advancement of science.

Although my grading in school were not the highest possible, I have sense matured, gaining experience and with it knowledge. The hard times has only increased my personal desire to seek meaningful employment as some interracial part of the general work force. I do have some farming in my background, having worked two summers on a dairy farm; this acquainting me of the machinery and the technology.

If given the chance to show my true worth I would be more than willing to accept whatever position you might deem best.

Sincerely,

The Professor Haun read over the young man's resume and saw in him a fine first beginning within the expanding abilities that abounded at Sunrise Research.

Two days later a young and energetic man of twenty years stood with his hat in hand at the front door to a scientific laboratory dealing in radical experiments. A hopeful smile on his face, Marvin takes note of the seeming wealth that availed the Sunrise Research buildings.

Soon he is greeted by a snidely looking thin man, this being Professor Beaker. He is cordial but rather but has a level of brashness that tended to make Marvin feel a bit undecided for having asked for a job with the foundation.

After a short wait Marvin is met as he waited in the hallway just outside the door to the office of Professor Haun. The Professor and Marvin meet and begin to converse. The friendly and considerate words expounded by both only reinsure Marvin of his feeling acceptable, and likely then to receive employment at Sunrise Research.

The conversation turns to what Marvin knows of farm life, and the Professor offers Marvin a personally conducted tour.

"I feel you could be of some help around here, and if you decide Sunrise Farms would be your choice for employment, a position here would be forthcoming as soon as you can make the arrangements to move into the living quarters we will provide.

As an important part of working here you we shall soon find what part of our projects your talents will be most enhance. Your interest in wishing to be a team player is quite important to our scheme of things. As you being one who would wish to learn and excel in his chosen vocation, I can assure you that the next few months will be quite interesting," explained the Professor to an energetic young man.

"Yes Sir, I fervently want to succeed and would be immediately available today to begin work. Even as general labor I know in time some part or position will be an area to which I will find my nitch. It is with great expectation I stand here and accept whatever position you think I and my abilities could fulfill; and then remain there in that line of work till you need me elsewhere," so replied Marvin as he beams of pride for having been one of the chosen.

The tour of the buildings brings Marvin before the many varied breeds and even species of animals. He eyes some, these being as different looking of new breeds he never knew even existed. At last the two sat on a park bench overlooking the distant pastures and wooded lands beyond.

"Well Marvin, did you see something of special interest?" asked the Professor as he sat with a smirk.

Marvin sighs, as he pans the vastness of the large farm, "I can see there are many different sides to working in the vocation of animal husbandry. The breeding of animals here is more than what I expected, but to be quite frank I like living on a farm and would enjoy each day as if it were a new beginning. You do have some interesting and very exotic animals being bred for zoos. I have in my past worked on a dairy farm and know just how dumb and filthy dirty cows live their lives through! I was a pen sanitizer for the Sanders Hog Farm for a summer. I spent a hot summer shoveling horse manure at the Mason's Frisian stable; it was there I built the muscles needed for doing heavy manual labor. I guess one against the other my first choice would still be to work with hogs, and then being as helpful while learning about the breeding practices," decided Marvin.

Surprised and thrilled the Professor smiled at the thought of having Marvin soon learning the ropes of Hog breeding, first hand!

A vigorous handshake and Marvin smiled with thrilling expectation, he planned to try hard, and do his very best for the friendly Professor. Already that very evening as Marvin sat in a comfortable room, upstairs in the employee living quarters. He had laid out on the bed several books and folders given him by the Professor. Reading them all through twice, Marvin was feeling pretty good that this was future all rolled up in one package.

He was ready for bed when remembering the five pills he was requested to take. The Professor insisted he begin a regimen of medication needed for maintaining his health while working around Hogs. It was earlier that afternoon the Professor had injected Marvin with a tetanus booster, and some other drugs to enhance his general health. He was told these like the pills would help him ward off diseases common to hogs.

A gulp and down they went as Marvin, a happy and proud young man snuggled down for a good night's sleep.

The morning began early as Marvin stood shaving his face in the bathroom. He smiling and friendly to all he met on his way to breakfast, but oddly only a few felt the need to return a smile or greeting.

As he ate he did notice the eyes of the others there were watching him in a sly sort of manner.

This did not slow him down as he went directly out to Barn Nine and there met the hog manager, named Pete. Soon he was doing what he'd learned that one long hot stinking summer as he squirted down the messy hog pens.

Lunch did not come too soon and with it came a small package of pills again. They reminded him of those he took the night before and doing as asked, he took these too.

A long and hot day of hard back breaking work had him tired and ready for to get into bed quite early. He was asleep at eight O'clock and dead to the world as the Professor crept into the room.

Professor Haun could hardly hold back his chuckles as with a large syringe filled with his blue extract, he went about injecting it into a slumbering man's neck. His devious plan begun, he had to chuckle aloud, but this did not awaken a very tired Marvin. A final look back at his newest job seeker, the Professor knowing that come morning Marvin was in for a surprise.

Marvin slept past his alarm and awoke around nine in the morning. He bolted from bed and went to shower and ready himself for work. It was as he peered into his reflection in the bathroom mirror that he saw the beginnings of his true station of employment.

There peering back at him was his face now seemingly more rounded with puffy cheeks, and squinting eyes. His morning whiskers were strangely thicker and much longer, feeling coarse as pig bristles. He thought too that as he shaved that morning his facial skin felt tougher to the touch.

It was his ears that bothered him the most as they seemed to be larger than what he remembered.

The morning breakfast had again a number of those there making quick eye contact and then looked away as if not wishing to talk or associate with Marvin; he beginning to think they looked down on him sense he was just cleaning manure from the barns.

His second day began with more cleaning, while getting his first visual knowledge of how a boar and sow work their mating ritual. He knew of some of their oddities in mating, but was surprised when Pete suggested that Marvin spend most of the day watching how hogs mate.

Tired out and very sweaty Marvin retired again early, this time he went to bed without any supper, other than five pills.

Sleeping and dreaming of his day in the sun, Marvin was again quite out as the Professor snuck in for Marvin's second and most vital injection.

Six O'clock in the morning had Marvin on the phone and calling the Professor. An anxious and worried young man had seen his face in the morning mirror, being shocked to say the least. He accounted what he saw to the listening Professor. He was talking a blue streak when mixed with his words describing what he had seen, as he took a breath, Marvin made a snorting sound.

A well mannered young man, Marvin excused his bad manners, while taking a moment to laugh about it, he suggested being around hogs all day had to make some effect on near everything.

It was when he looked into the mirror that those eye slits peered through a puffy face, and a turned up snout. His entire nose was twisted upward making it look very much like one of the big pig snouts.

Worse yet was the feel of his face and skin now coated thickly with long coarse bristle like whisker. Marvin was almost crying when trying to explain his physical changes, and when he got to the lower extremities and what happened there his voice changed.

Straining to tell of his much larger testicles and the shape of his manhood, Marvin's voice cracked and he began to feel a growing sense of anxiety; this only incited him to snort, and even give a frantic squeal like a hog.

Anxiety and a growing sense of embarrassment as Marvin tried several times to speak his words correctly, but the more he tried, the worse his animal sounds intervened.

The Professor just listened and made no move to help poor Marvin till the young man now in the trials of change began to squeal out of real panic. Frantic hands began pursing his body, checking for what felt different, horrified from that he had already discovered. It was as he continued to talk with the Professor, that Marvin felt a sprouting stub on an appendage, he immediately realized it was the beginning of a tail, as like that of a pig.

The rank discovery of a tail growing had Marvin in a rage. An hour later and Marvin is seated on a stainless steel exam table inside Building seven, as this is the secretive research laboratory. He was quickly sedated into a twilight state, still able to see and hear, he sits calmly listening to the Professor. What is said floats about in a chemically sequestered mind, adding bit and pieces to what Marvin thinks is just a dream, but a wet one!

Even sedated he has tears running down over puffy cheeks, as his eyes blur, and he feels concerned that when he wakes, all of what he has seen will still be there for real.

Professor Haun works on what he said was some special counter acting drugs, but meanwhile he watches with a grin as his subject sets nervously hand fondling his changing maleness, while the other hand feels a bristly face.

"Marvin you need to know that what you are experiencing is not all that terrible. In fact, it is rather what I expected of you. As you came here I injected you with my newest experimental D.N.A. Reformation serum. This along with the hormones you ingested has begun your physical transition of species, changing from being human, to become bodily a boar hog. I planned this from our first meeting, and for you your employment here will be to increase the in stock semen catalog. In accordance to living and physically becoming a breed boar, you will be a direct help adding to a higher production schedule. As a genetically enhanced breed of Berkshire hog, and being as the prime boar, you shall advance the piglet population, and they in turn will be marketed as true enhanced bred swine.

I might add that as a Berkshire hog and a boar your duties will be both easy and somewhat enjoyable. In doing what is expected of you being as a breeding boar, some special perks shall be granted as having you housed away from the real hogs when not mating.

I know your next question even before you ask it; will you remain as a hog? The simple and most direct answer is, "Yes!" The process is even now condensing your cell structure, making of you a super hog in bone and body density.

Moreover your sexual ability and the drive to mate will be decidedly higher than a common boar hog. I have personally instituted a redirection in the gene pattern to enhance you maleness, lengthening that shaft, and giving you more to make your breeding of sows a enthusiastic time of enjoyment.

Also, what might be of some interest is that you expected life span should remain similar to that of being human. The spectrum of DNA alerting chemicals basically makes you a two year old hog, and with the renewed life expectancy I might suggest you should be working here for the next seventy plus years.

One so enhanced should expect with exceptionally good health, while retaining a heightened sexual feelings of desire, coupled with a sow shall prove you an exceptionally virile as boar Hog!" announced the thrilled Professor as Marvin could only sit there and listen.

Marvin soon found himself tucked away in a room which lacked much of the luxury he'd had inside the main house. His lack of such luxury was not his most pressing concern, for now he was becoming a valued part of Sunrise Research Farm.

A holding cell just 12' x 12' and made of poured concrete in walls, floor, with the ceiling made of a wire see through mesh. His only luxury that made this concrete stall something a little more habitable was a steel frame, and plank board bed. His only other item which functioned as a toilet, was a round drain set in the center of his cell.

Even in a sedated state Marvin was feeling a bit less joyful about his role in employment with Sunrise Research. Feeling chilly much of the time, he was stock naked as body remained in a constant flux of change. The few times he could muster himself to complain about feeling cold and wanting some clothing; those at the laboratory only laughed, scoffing that pigs do not wear anything.

Much of the time he was under general observation, even when he needed to relieve himself, or what would infuriate him, as when came the hourly need to reduce a building sexual need.

It was growing less comfortable to be seated as would a man, his enlarged testes protruding past two rotundas buttocks. His tail too would become caught by the slats making up his bed, adding an insult to the indignity of waiting and watching himself becoming a pig.

As of what the Professor told him originally, Marvin had constant pangs for sexual sensations. He would set for most of the day and night, fondling his male parts, occasionally enthralled with delight as his sheath advanced up and out from his groin.

The Professor liked to sit back and watch Marvin toying with his new self; it was of great importance to build a constant desire for things sensual. It was the usual introduction of phase II that made the transition be then a desired want to the one changing species.

Stiffening fingers and aching arms worked Marvin into his multiple rounds of sensual sensations. Engrossed with only his own pangs for the sensation he felt as a changing shaft would emerge from out his sheath, the very touch and fondling were to distract him from thinking how the rest of his body was changing in drastic ways.

After a full week of sitting around gorging his belly full of what was presented before him as food, Marvin was then gaining muscle and mass at the rate of five pounds per day.

Erotic waves of sensual sensation became his consolation as seeking of what felt sensual became more intoxicating. Eating and fondling became his life needs, and with every time he coaxed that majestic male organ out in plain sight, he squealed of the delight as how it was changing to be more typical like one of a Berkshire boar. When his hands became near useless to fondle, He leaned fat forward and felt with a longer tongue of the shape and contours belonging to a piggy boar shaft. The nearly pointed shaft, it ended with a flared flat bulge, looking like a threaded corkscrew, thick at its base, tapering toward the end, the ridges only excited his ideas of coming pleasures.

By week number three Marvin had lost any thought of even wanting to be as a man, his lusting passion for feeling what was sensual to him was all that meant anything. The Professor would have two attendants walk a neck noosed half boar hog from his cell to a place above the breeding pens. As if to excite the changeling to even higher designs for bestial passion, Marvin was allowed to watch and learn from those born to be boars and sows.

The fifth week found Marvin in his cell, he stood waiting the attendants to come and bring him to watch the show. Yet, they did not come, he began to panic, his pent up lusty sensation building to levels he never had felt before.

Marvin screamed for help, pleading in a mix of oinks and squeals as if he was in agony and near to death.

This horrid separation went on, continuing day after day for a full week of celibate pig and boar crying for to feel lust in ways known only to boars and sows. Eight days, and Marvin had forgotten any care but the one that had him practice humping his shaft into the air. He was then making bestial sounds, grunting with hog like vocal cords, and a mouth which by then was as if he'd been born a hog.

Caught in mid stride as he humped his thirty third imaginary sow for that day, a guard opened his cell door. In a quick move the man set inside a five gallon bucket of soupy hash. Greens galore, soggy bread, and from the smell a fair amount of goat milk, which made the morning's brew.

Passion for sows ceased only long enough for Marvin to dip his head into the bucket and slurp, chew, and drink the slurry.

A return to practice which makes one perfect as Marvin continued wanting relief from his maddening sexual lust. His morning breakfast was made of unique body building and enhancing proteins.

The afternoon of his eleventh day since going celibate; the Professor came with friendly greetings to see Marvin in his cell. As the door to the cell opened, Marvin needed to place his fore hoofs atop the wooden slat bed, and then strained to look upward.

His elongated four legged stance stretched out the length of his boar body. So doing only tended to accentuate his sheath, stretching it some and forcing the changed shaft to protrude.

Cloven trotters now were his feet. Bristles covered his thick hide. A face only a sow could love was for Marvin his only speck of beauty.

Oinks, squeals, and grunting, echoed the barn as Marvin moved in primal circles about his cell. Small heaps of piggy stuff littered his cell, called a stench by those who were his guards; but for Marvin the odor only reminded him of the word, home.

"I congratulate Marvin our new sire boar is now fully prepared to go to work and build us a fine herd!" said the Professor as if showing his gratitude for a job and change well done.

True happy hog sounds echoed the barn as three Guards taunted and pulled with ropes, moving a still growing six hundred and forty pound boar along to meet some new friends.

Marvin by then was willing, but the closer he came to the open pens his meaty shaft drooped out the sheath, and skidded along the cement floor.

Professors Haun and Beaker stood with the three guards, they watched as Marvin began his work. All five were delighted and relieved that Marvin took his transition in stride.

"Acceptance of self and duty is the mark of a truly mature state of mind!" spoke Professor Haun, as he thought to himself, thinking of how his newest breeder boar might not agree, but then his education was as minimal a need now as when he was shoveling crap.

"What of Troubles"

At about the time Marvin was just beginning to realize the more pleasurable duties to working at Sunrise farms, Miss Jane and Daniel's mother Sybil sat at day's end, relaxing.

Miss Jane and Sybil sit together on the porch, they are watching the mares with some young foals playing and running, testing their own endurance.

Sybil mutters something and Miss Jane being ever so perfectly British, dares then to ask what was wrong. A Mother reflects about the past years since her son walked upon two feet and not four.

"I think back as to my personal feelings of horror and the disgust," said Sybil, she squirming in her chair, feeling terribly uneasy about what was her future, and saddened for the loss her family is caught within. "A parent feels when their child decides on something so wrong; it is still a way to learn for their future. When Daniel told in his own happy manner of at first entering an experiment program with the plan to make money for paying us back, well I thought he had honor.

Yet once he wrote of the planned sexual conquests and living the lifestyle of some plain and ordinary beast, I was really filled with indignation." said Sybil as Miss Jane listened quietly.

"The letters where Daniel told of his growing feet comes to mind. He mentioned the feelings as he watched day by day his ankles change to a hock and his feet growing longer. Then when toes excreted some black ooze, and fused down to make a single toed hoof, he was so taken by that!

As a summer tanned skin changed, darkening, and finally becoming a deep black, what he wrote sounded full of giggles. I'm reminded of his thoughts when first allowed to walk on hoofs, and his wondrous delight, how enthused he sounded." told Sybil.

"Since then Daniel has become so willing to accept living his entire life, in the body and lifestyle, well and as you can see Tyler out there running and enthralled with being a pony and soon a stallion." replied Miss Jane.

"Yes, I guess that's some of the reason I almost agreed with Doctor Haun to enter the experiment program, lucky for me I didn't! Oh I'm pleased for Daniel now but would for myself not wish to become some old mare. I think that such is Ok for the young to learn and frolic, so too in time I hoped Daniel could be his true self again." said Sybil with an impassioned tone.

Miss Jane's face darkens quickly with a frown.

"What troubles you Miss Jane?" asked Sybil.

"You, you trouble me by what you say! Daniel is as he will always now be, a Dartmoor Stallion Pony! I told you now several times, his condensed cell structure was set for long term transition, and not even the antidote can cause what is made so solid to soften and reform. The process and form he is now and will be then till the day he dies, he is as a pony!" Miss Jane tells Sybil.

"But I thought, the Professor said, you mean he will always be the stud animal on your farm?" asked Sybil as tears welled up.

"Sybil, I thought you had grasped the fact that Daniel was and will remain a stallion his entire life! In fact there is not any serum yet invented to return any of those who opt for being a long term subject in any experiment! That is maybe why Professor Haun saw in Daniel's Father the fear of some unknown and with his personal doctor decided to enter him into the program. In any case you had your chance and if at some time wish to retain a relationship with what was your husband, well then, just say the word. In the vault in still a small bottle of Exmoor serum, if you so desire to be near, in the next stall, it won't take long to make you a mix breed of Exmoor and part Arabian." offered Miss Jane.

Sybil sat and starred at Miss Jane. Then she asked a question, "You are telling me that if I asked, and was injected that my body would really become as an Exmoor mare? Oh but I'd be an old mare, soon to die and not worth a dime!"

"OH no, wrong assumption dear one, you already accepted the Sheik Arabian injection, it is already reacting to your system. If I gave you the Exmoor vial, you would become a rouge mix between the two breeds, but not as a mare, no that part of you is being rewritten as we speak. No dear, you would be a handsome rouge, but as a stallion, not a mare!" Miss Jane chided Sybil, as seeing the truth of her situation began to sink in, and take hold.

Sybil asked to go and visit her Husband, Daniel's real father. A reluctant Miss Jane finally agreed and the next morning they both rode a pony cart to the Exmoor Farm.

Once inside the main gate it was Sybil who noted the different colors and mealy almost donkey look of the Exmoor breed. Miss Jane agreed that the Exmoor was of equal strength to the Dartmoor breed but the conformation was had some poorer blood lines inbred.

A short walk brought Sybil face to face with her husband of the previous marriage except he had no way to smile. As Miss Jane stood by keeping others away and giving Sybil the needed privacy, the one time husband nodded a hello, but otherwise tried to ignore his wife.

It wasn't long, maybe an hour before Sybil walked past Miss Jane as she headed out the stables. Miss Jane ran after her wondering what had happed, Sybil looking like she was angry and very upset.

"He does not have any love for me, I am nothing to him!" cried Sybil.

Miss Jane looked over her shoulder at the chocolate brown Exmoor pony stallion, he standing like a statue at the corral fence.

"Tell me has he been mistreated?" asked Miss Jane.

"No, no he looks well treated and in exceptional health, if as well quite virile according to what he had to display." cried Sybil as she hid her face with her hands.

Miss Jane sat Sybil down in the pony cart as the gelded volunteer up front turned his head and whinnied his thoughts on the matter.

"It is his life now, it is his mind, his thoughts, and the very lack of nothing to do but live day to day and long for having...sex, as that is driving him mad! He has a human mental pattern and thinks much as we do! Yet he is kept as the common animal and then left to stand for hours upon hours doing nothing!" Sybil cried out her words.

"He has a life of ease, what's wrong with that?" asked Miss Jane back to Sybil.

"That's the problem, its boredom, he's going crazy just standing there as the animal, he is listening to his arteries harden, and he has no work, nothing to do, nothing to look forward to, except the possible mounting of some needy mare! He is still thinking as a man who needs things to do, things to accomplish, one can't just stand all day and masturbate! He tried to tell me that! Remember the man, the lab assistant who injected himself and was sent to this farm as a sterile animal. he too found his life in shambles and without any real need to live, took his own life when the chance presented itself!" cried out Sybil.

Miss Jane leaned back into her seat and wondered if the big plan had missed an important part.

When they returned to Pennyford farm she suggested Sybil lay down and relax, while she went to her study and wrote a letter.

Dear Professors Haun & Beaker,

I wish to report a possible oversight in the original plan concerning those who accept long term experiments.

It has come to my attention that with those being placed in long term species transition experience drastic mood swings, this due to a mental awareness of their present situation.

Please understand that my concern here is to attain the goals we sent forth in our original agreement. After much thought and consideration on this matter it is my contention that if those volunteers which you deem proper to remain permanently transitioned, then for the betterment of what we planned, they should not carry forth their intellect.

I realize your thinking on this subject is of a different mind. Your personal predilection toward the sadistic and sensual sensationalism is to enjoy watching those transitioning, feeling their fear and agony, knowing that what they think is only a five year temporary situation is actually permanent.

As for those of the younger ages, 21-35, these who find their lifestyles changed in the drastic manner once they begin at servicing our needs; tending then to accept their life far better than those of older years.

My experience with the few older volunteers you forwarded here tells a different story. Such people have spent a considerable amount of time accomplishing something of value, and this during their time before becoming acquainted with Sunrise Research. These have a high degree in mental agitation, being bored by long terms of doing nothing, they border on considering suicide.

We again both know of one such whom after being here just a short time did commit a fatal act, this resulting in property damage and much public notoriety.

Today gave me that one proper moment to talk with Sybil. She having recently visited the Exmoor Stud, there she and her husband tried to confer. Sybil's discussion with her husband was pretty much a one sided conversation, as he is unable to speak or write, he can do little but shake his head to agree or not.

I had a long talk with Sybil, she reported to me in a very upset and wrathful manner her Ex's disdain toward the maddening boredom he experiences daily.

Therefore as a consideration toward reaching our planned goal, I believe it is best for those youthful to retain human recall and rational thought processes. Yet of those past the age of 36 should be devoid of their memories and intellectual understanding.

I know your concern over security issues dealing with Sybil. As of this afternoon and due to my discussion with her, Sybil willingly received the Sheik of Arabia serum. After two days of learning Daniel's more carnal thoughts, she became disgruntled, disconcerting herself with her issue of him returning to his family. His now lust driven desire to remain as he is has freed Sybil to think of what is either best or just preferred, accepting my offer she shall soon begin to spend her remaining years in a happier mode.

Sincerely Yours,

Miss Jane Pennyford

In the classified sections of newspapers all over the United States and western Europe as well an alluring advertisement suggested to those wishing either a change of career, or of need for meaninful employment.