The Wish Chapter V by Vaulthurst

The Wish Chapter V

Story by Vaulthurst on SoFurry

Vaulthurst, Anger, Bovine, Bull, Equine, M/F, Revenge, Transformation

CAREER OPPORTUNITY

Singles Only:

Positions opening Now in all sections

of our Animal Husbandry Departments:

Higher education not a priority, Room,

Board, and Training, included with

equal payment, without discrimination

for pigment color, gender, & nationality.

Wanted: Unattached Singles, willing to

be on a 24/7 call while learning and

working, effecting a major transition

upon your futurel placement within SRR,

or associated partners working with the

same goals.

Send resume' to Sunrise Research

Appleton, WI. C/o local Postmaster

"An Equal Opportunity Employer"

Jeff Adams was a thirty year retiree from the insurance adjusting business. Actually having a loving wife and two children, they both grown and married; while he sat bored and living abroad, then happened to read an interesting advertisement about something interesting and offering employment.

Due to a compete clause in his early retirement package, Jeff could not work anywhere his insurance background would be of use. Then too his dear wife had a good job which was expected to continue on for the next three years.

As Jeff noted the add from Sunrise Research he pondered maybe going there and, then working 24/7 for a while if just to address his lack of knowledge for some other type of employment. He would just have to tell a small white lie about Jane, his wife.

After consulting the wife, Jeff worked up a copy of his employment schedule. Mentioning everything except his marriage and siblings, Jeff spun quite the fantasy tale.

JEFFERY ALLEN ADAMS

202 N. Randall Ave.

Potterville, Michigan 48112

D.O.B. 9-30-49

SS # On Request

Potterville High School (Graduate)

Insurance Academy of Michigan (Graduate)

American States Insurance Company

Loss Adjuster 1971 - 1980

Senior Adjuster 1980 -1992

Loss Auditor 1992-2001

Working as an adjuster for casualty type claims until moved to the manager of Loss Report Audits.

Single and looking for new employment with possible career in whatever suits the employer's ultimate need.

Phone: 517- 555-1212

Sunrise Research Farms

Personnel Department

Appleton, WI.

Dear Sirs,

I read with great interest your advertisement placed in our local newspaper. As a retread from the insurance industry, I would desire some type of gainful work to add support to my small retirement pension.

Living alone I have all the time in the world to be available to any new employer. Therefore I'm available for working as 24/7 in any position which could help your company.

Sincerely,

Jeffery A. Adams

The Monday following, Jeff sat looking out the rear window of his screened porch the phone rang.

"Hello Adam's residence!" said Jeff.

"Yes is Misses Adams there?" asked a questioning voice of some very English sounding man.

Jeff was almost ready to answer that she was at work but at the last second changed the story.

"There is' no Misses here!" said Jeff, true but only half true.

"Mister Adams this is Professor Beaker from Sunrise Research Farms just outside Appleton, Wisconsin. I was just testing you to make sure that you are single and willing to come to Wisconsin if called here for employment.

Having read your resume' it is my heart felt thought to offer you an application, and if then you are willing, we could make room for another good man!" said the Professor.

Jeff cleared his throat and replied, "I would be most grateful for being once again working full time, please send your application and it will be returned post haste!"

The Professor agreed and the conversation ceased.

Jeff was so thrilled he called the Wife at her work and gave a minute by minute detailed replay of the call.

Three days later a regular number 10 sized envelope then came in the mail. Jeff scrambled to open it wondering if rather than getting an application he was turned down for being married, his one white lie!

No, it was an application but very small, only half of a page in length. So turning to the kitchen table Jeff plopped down and filled in the questions.

Name: Jeffery Allen Adams

Gender: Male

D.O.B. 9-30-1949

Married ( ) Single (Yes) Divorced ( )

Next of Kin:_________ None__X______

Personal Attorney Charles B. Brooks______ Will & Last Testament (Yes)

Phone Number: 517-555- 1234

A mutual understanding is agreed, upon signing your application the applicant is under absolute contractual authorization to accept whatever placement within the company as authorized by the management on staff.

The scope and limits of your employment may change according to deemed ability to perform. Sunrise Research Farm, (S.R.F.) will carry the sole authority and control concerning a final position and placement, as according to this applicant's physical and mental limitations, as such required.

Sign_________________________________ dated________________________

Please return in the envelope provided:

Jeff signed the short form and then placed it on his computer's scanner. Soon a copy was stored in the documents section and he poked the application into it's envelope for the return to Sunrise Research.

It was a special delivery letter that came just two days after Jeff returned the application. Excited about a full time position with promises of career training in a new field of animal husbandry, Jeff was ready to go.

The next morning his bags all packed he had everything in his Chevy Tahoe and was kissing the wife a good bye. "Don't try to call me no matter what, I'll get a post office mail box set up at the first chance, and then we can write and keep the company in the dark about us being married!" said Jeff as the wife agreed.

Jeff was so excited he soon forgot the expressway speed limit and was tooling along mindless of what was going on till the siren began.

Pulled over he sat there as the excitement of the moment turned to a feeling of a grumpy old man. The Policeman was friendly and noted Jeff was traveling at 89 in a 70 mph zone. Jeff began to explain why he was in a hurry but the Officer just handed him a ticket and accepted Jeff's credit card as payment on the spot.

"$625.00 fine, dog gone if that's a heap of money!" Jeff exclaimed as the Office gave Jeff the receipt for his signature.

Now as Jeff began to drive again the happy breezes of excitement were not at his back. Cruise control was set at 72mph and he let the vehicle go its merry way.

It was 5:35 pm. when Jeff pulled into the entrance to the research farm. The plush look of white four rail high PCV fencing and the paved long drive denoted a company steeped in money and very well financed. As Jeff drove in the main driveway he soon topped a hill seeing then the farm layout when all the buildings came into view.

A large two tone gray house sat to the west of a circle of barns all painted white with black trim. One barn sat in the middle of the circle with corrals and fencing which reminded Jeff of his Grandfather's ole farm with, horse high, bull strong, hog tight fences.

Jeff wasn't out of his car before Professor Beaker and a nurse came walking toward his vehicle.

"Greetings Jeff!" said Professor Beaker.

Jeff was surprised and turned to shake the man's hand in a vote of friendship and thankfulness for accepting Jeff as a trainee employee.

"I want to tell you how excited I am about..." started Jeff.

"Please do come right along we need to get started right now! I have a tight schedule now that some new facts have presented themselves! Please do come along, oh and leave the luggage in your vehicle I'll have that taken care of soon!" said the Professor as the nurse stood by but said nothing.

Jeff closed the door to his Tahoe and pocketing the keys he walked along with the Professor hanging on every word the man said.

"Yes our schedule is now tight but still workable. I want for you to go with Nurse Vanella here, as she will ready you for a physical exam, and some injections!" So ordered the Professor as he walked away and the Nurse quietly tugged at Jeff's sleeve to follow along.

Once in side Jeff was told to enter a small room and undress. A white surgical gown was hung and waiting. Jeff now excited all the more removed his clothing and laid everything out over the bench seat all neat as neat could be.

Exiting the small room he was met by the Nurse, she then escorted Jeff down a hall to what looked like a Lab made for chemical distillation. As he stood there looking about the Nurse walked up and jabbed Jeff in the neck with a small syringe.

Jeff whirled about ready to exclaim his displeasure, but in just three seconds the drug took effect.

Moaning from the induced drugged state, several hours later Jeff began to awaken. A paining ache of wrists held in tight handcuffs helped awaken him to see what was happening.

"Groaning, "What the hell is this?" said a still groggy Jeff.

"Syringe, well our new applicant is awake, how nice!" said the Professor in a crass sort of way.

Jeff struggled with his cuffs and the chains holding his complete form off the floor and suspended in the air. His white surgical gown removed, as he hung there in his pudgy 54 year old glory.

"Is this some sort of test for employment I can say it's not very comfortable!" said Jeff trying to be nice even though he was embarrassed to death right then.

The Nurse chuckled at Jeff's statement.

"Your final position and placement has been decided simply after seeing your lazy and overly plump form. I noted it when we met outside and changed your original status to one more suited to something easier of lifestyle to which you could better be able to conform and maybe accept." So said and sort' of explained the Professor.

"Well I am a little out of shape, true enough, but..." started Jeff to explain.

As then the nurse took out a huge syringe and filled it with a light blue liquid, as she handed it to the Professor. He took it and with a swab began to rub the area just to the right of Jeff's flaccidly erect maleness.

"Ouch, that smarts!" said Jeff as the large syringe was plunged into the purple bulbous shaped head.

Jeff's eyes grew wide as slowly the Professor pressed the liquid into an expanding organ.

Jeff hung there as both the Professor and his nurse walked out of the room. Now Jeff was alone and still trussed up like some carcass ready to be sliced apart.

Then the torture began as leg cramps and muscle cramps jerked Jeff about in pain that turned into agony. Soon his moaning was screaming as the cramps mover up his torso and into the chest and neck.

Wishing he would just faint and forget it, Jeff just continued to scream as one pain jerked another as it went on for hours. At long last the pain and cramps subsided, and the Professor entered the room again.

"If this was a test, I don't know what it's all about?" wondered a tired Jeff.

"No Jeff, this is not a test, but was instead a sort of necessary work based muscle reformation! The injections are of a Flux formula changing the DNA pattern only slightly in your case scenario. It was your poor physical health which decided what was to be your ultimate contribution to the companies' bottom line." said the Professor with an odd smile.

"I don't understand?" wondered Jeff, as he tried to shake the hand cuffs loose.

The Professor smiled and presented another small syringe from his lab coat pocket. As he inserted the needle into Jeff's neck he then stood back to gaze over Jeff's naked body.

Kneeling down the man took hold of Jeff's right foot and slowly turned and examined it as if looking for some infection.

"Did I pass inspection?" asked Jeff still dazed by all that had just occurred.

The Professor stood up and grinned at Jeff.

"Yes, you will do quite fine I'm sure of that! Your muscles have accepted the Flux formula based on the appearance of the tensed manner to which they now stand out from the bones. Your erection suggests of the acceptance by your vascular system to the urinary composite flux I administer. Your placement here is based on keeping the reproductive organs at an increased level of performance, these being a very necessary part of your final position," said the Professor.

"I don't understand sir! I was told the job was in the realm of animal husbandry, what does my physical muscle and sexual ability to do with the placement for work?" asked Jeff his thoughts still foggy, but rational.

"Oh so dull of wit are some! Being single and unattached was the prime need for what I had planned for you. As then if you up and disappeared from the face of the earth, likely few if none out there would pause to wonder! Secondly was the physical health of a subject and trainee. Your plump form showed soft muscle, had it been tougher you might have found your term here as something even more to the sexual. Oh but no matter I'll help you along and with about the next four weeks you should see many enhancements to your physical self." explained more the Professor.

"I was a paper pusher, what does my sex have anything to do with working here?" asked Jeff.

The Professor sighed and plopped down on a tall stool.

"I trust you won't just relax and wait for the final outcome, some just have to ask and not watch! (Sigh!) Mister Adams, no we will keep you on a first name basis as it won't mix your thoughts later. Jeff, I have injected you with the special DNA flux formula which over the period of four weeks will in very fact reconstruct your entire physical bone structure and the muscles attached there to! Your genus will not change all that much due to your poor physical human self. Had you been stronger I was planning on your placement with Yellowstone National Park they need strong males there!" said the Professor in a sly fashion.

"So the injections will make me stronger, this is so I can work better?" asked Jeff.

Jeff was hung out for all to see his hope for a good paying job was all that kept him from screaming for the cops. The Professor kept answering Jeff's question in sly manner not wishing to give away his plan as yet.

"Sunrise Research is fundamentally dealing with animal husbandry and the inbreeding of enhanced specimens into breeding animals. This, along with some repopulation of some rare species is our goal, generally speaking. We deal then in things to sexual exchange, and you in your employment shall be the prime donor. Your muscles will strengthen, growing beyond what you knew when a much younger man. The growth or maybe better stated, the transition will cause some discomfort, changing too of previously learned patterns in which you have done until now, as a change in walking might be noticed, a enhancement of your male self, this seen later as females will be instantly and madly desiring one so enhanced. It is no matter but from the injections your body shall become quite fit! I think the handcuffs are needed until the rejection phase is completed, then you will be released into a room suited for your new station in life." said the Professor with a small chuckling laugh.

The Professor left the room as two security guards walked inside. As one wrapped a stretch belt around Jeff's midsection the other attached ankle clamps and chains holding now legs from raising or kicking.

Jeff was very confused by all this and deep inside there was a building suspicion over the happenings thus far.

As one Guard left the room the other stayed for a moment to eye Jeff's naked and erect self. "Your some specimen buddy!" said the Guard.

"Specimen no, employee yes!' replied Jeff.

"Employee no, specimen yes, sooner yet after the enhancements expect to get sold, and then be of corporate property!" said the Guard back as he turned to leave.

"Wait, wait, what do you mean by a piece of property?" yelled Jeff, now very worried over being shackled unable to walk away and feeling very trapped.

Laughing the Guard walked out of the room as then the nurse came in. Jeff was now loaded with questions, even though as he stood there naked and shackled in place he wondered if asking questions would make things any better.

As the nurse worked about the room Jeff stood there quiet as a mouse. Then ready to ask a leading question Jeff said, "I guess the Guard was making a little joke about me becoming property of the company! Did I here him right?"

Suddenly the nurse stopped what she was doing and went directly to the phone. Dialing a four number code she was soon talking with the Professor and informing him of an indiscrete Guard.

Jeff stood there looking around, trying his very best to stay calm and at peace, yet inside he knew something here was wrong, very wrong.

The Nurse walked over to stand in front of poor chilly naked Jeff.

"He said you were to be property?" she asked directly.

"That's what I remember!" Jeff exclaimed back.

"Then you know what is planned for your work station and placement?" she asked again as if looking for some ray of ignorance in Jeff.

"Well needless to say I'm not wild over it, but any work now is better than starving!" replied Jeff in a sarcastic manner.

"Wild, no you won't ever be wild, mostly tame and docile even after placement, the desire and lusting will inspire you to perform, this in turn shall help your skeletal and muscular structure to harden. Your attitude of being willing will help because those who angry, get then reprogrammed, and forget their entire learned past life." said the Nurse.

Wild, not wild, docile, performing, changes to pure lust, willing to be, if not reprogrammed to forget, what's going on here, wondered Jeff.

"I don't mind really, it sounds like almost fun but to tell the absolute truth I would like to see what is expected, I mean how my body should look after these changes in muscular growth to come?" asked Jeff.

Quickly the Nurse turned to a manila file laying spread out on a desk and fumbled through the file till she removed a photo.

"GORILLA, me a Gorilla?" yelled Jeff as the Nurse suddenly knew she been doped into informing the Professor's newest playmate of the surprise.

Quickly she put the picture back into the folder trying to make it look as if Jeff didn't know. Yet Jeff did know, now.

An angry Professor walked in at that moment his eyes large and a face red. "Well Jeff, I'm told that fool Guard told a little too much of what type of employment we had in mind for someone like you! Well, no matter I'll deal with him quite soon for his blunder as I have a way of making sure a person never makes the same mistake twice!" grumbled the Professor.

"A Gorilla?" asked Jeff.

The Professor stopped and stared at Jeff and then his young Nurse.

"Great, first the guard makes a fool out of me and now you help the situation along even more!" chided the Professor as he starred at the Nurse.

Jeff held his breath as again the Professor took from his lab coat pocket a small syringe and jabbed Jeff in the neck.

"You'll get one of these every day until the body is set in the Reformation process!" announced the Professor.

"You mean when I become some hairy monster!" said an obviously angry Jeff. "You won't get away with this, I told people I was coming here!" warned Jeff.

The Professor just laughed, then he said, "I'm not too worried about anyone who you told as the story I plan to release will run in your hometown news paper, and most of those will think you are dead. Yet you won't be dead, in fact you are going to be very much alive but in a form that no one can find you! It's not like you are my first one to be put through the Reformation Flux DNA Regeneration process! Actually I have been doing this for more than six years now."

"I left a note with my lawyer!" said Jeff.

"Ha, no matter of interest there if I send him a thousand dollar retainer for handling your estate, asking he send whatever the balance in a check written to his relative parents. The monthly news letter sent out by Professor Haun reported of his progress with respect to the formulation of new serums offering of differing species; this making mention of one Jeff now a Gorilla. The letter was sent to Miss Jane by e-mail, then printed, it was shared with Sybil and a small number of close associates.

Miss Jane felt the concern posed by Sybil to be a reasonable concern; this the expansion of an experiment that till then dealt with only farm related animals, was as they spoke, then adding in wild animals for repopulating rare species. The learned Miss Jane was well read on the many planning stages of the Dartmoor experiment, knowing how Professor Haun and Beaker too idolized their mentor, a Doctor Ultima Thule. It was doctor Thule that was the first to develop the re-coding process for changing DNA, without so much as causing major influx and radical cell growth.

It was the rational ploy of doctor Thule to make from those willing or not specimens of rare animals for repopulation of some species. He began enjoying the sexual exchanges between those subjects entering phase two of their transitioning; as he would set for hours watching with childlike glee as the drive for rut forced forward the subjects to gain an inner desire for the final transition.

The knowledge of this disturbed Miss Jane, as what of what was once a seemingly honorable experiment with respectable goals, was turning erotic, exotic, and of a total lack of concern for those who were giving their very lives to the advancement of science.

Sybil stayed on at Pennyford farm as her first real signs of accepting the Sheik of Arabia formula was causing some physical effects. The beginnings of these effects were her head of hair changing color, as from a auburn to a red roan, this being her final coloring when she will stand proudly as one Arabian stallion.

The sprouting of mane hairs, these differing in color and texture, being coarse and growing quickly made her look strange by the sight of anyone, even Miss Jane.

Then her skin began to show signs of accepting the final transition, as skin tone darkened, and from where it became as black horse hide grew patches of roan red horse hair.

When Sybil first announced her skin and hair growing changes to Miss Jane, she received the offer to take up residence at the farm.

Days and then weeks passed as with each passing Sybil experienced more outward changes. Her insides were changing too, this she discovered happily when the monthly cycles of womanhood did not occur. At first she was concern about her maybe being somehow pregnant, but the farm veterinary pronounced this as absurd.

His probing her innards proved she was already changing gender.

It was with his announcement to Sybil and Miss Jane that caused an odd response, as changing of species and gender brought on depression and thoughts of stopping everything, even her own life.

Sybil began to argue, grumbling about everything from her clean room, to how by then her face was showing signs of conforming to the rewriting of her DNA pattern. The soft tissue was quicker to accept the transition of species, patterning her lips, nostrils, skin and muscles to show how she would appear soon enough.

Her grumbling began to take one a worsening, and becoming near violent one time at dinner; Miss Jane had the veterinary to sedate Sybil, keeping her in her room, in bed, and there allowing things to change unhindered by an angered mind.

Six weeks of I.V. induction of nourishment and needed bodily liquids only helped the drugs to work onward, asserting the changing of Sybil to being a stallion.

When she began to show the first signs of losing her hands and toes to becoming as hoofs, the veterinary suggested Sybil should be wakened.

Soon blurry eyes woke to seeing Miss Jane standing over her as Sybil spoke, having known what was happening, remembering how she was sedated, and worse, the sensations of transitioning without the ability to scratch, touch, and express her agony.

Angry and angered easily before, Sybil was from her past six weeks of hellish sensations ready to reach out and kill all at Pennyford farm.

Sitting up and wanting to speak her mind Sybil sat with wide eyes and a face filled with apprehension, anxiety, and fear as her words were mumbled through lips now better used for grazing and gathering in food for a hungry animal.

When stiffened hands reach to touch her drastically changed face and mouth, Sybil began to whine, and with some quick and heavy breathing mixed with growing fear, she started to whinny.

Roaming hands and searching fingers felt of a head that had become quite equine in general form. She blinked and strained her eyes, wishing to see as when having a human head, but now saw things from 320 degree view.

As from trying to maintain some reasonable sibilance of hygiene in the house and Sybil's bedroom, it was necessary to remove her clothing, keeping her naked as the changes made the use of a bedpan and urinary cathode as near useless.

Sybil sat there taking in all of how her face and head had changed, but being so wrought she soon discovered her gender had transitioned. As from the instigation of male gender, and as too becoming stallion like in physical form, Sybil felt her first real erection begin.

Cocking her equine head, Sybil watched with wild eyes as from a black sheath began to protrude a male organ she had seen and touched many a time, but never as it being a part of her. She had watched and even helped her Daniel to direct an anxiously probing maleness when mounting. She knew what such a massive male organ felt as it was near rigid and erect, as the stallion son wanted to feel it enwrapped with the vagina of a lusty mare; this was suddenly her realization, confounding her female memories, and confronting her with trying to understand life from a male point of view.

It was then she took inventory of her lower extremities, seeing the muscular transitions of hips, groin, and of womanly thighs then becoming as massively muscled, comprised more for speeding some animal over a great distance.

Her womanly figure was gone. As Sybil began to touch and feel of her torso, smoothing hands over silky hair covered skin. She felt of her growing body, taking an understanding how she was longer there, feeling of her spine, fingering along its length till she felt of that which separates mankind from the animal realms.

Rolling to sit on one changed buttock, Sybil almost lay over as one probing hand felt of the outcropping base which was her horse tail.

A whimper came from her as the mind of a woman, wife, and mother in human ways discovered she was no longer female, or human.

Feeling disturbed and some distress over what she knew would happen but never really had a grasp of how it might feel; Sybil whined and cried, unable by then of even shedding a tear.

Miss Jane and Sybil had become very good friends. She felt a desire to help Sybil but the deals and dealings she had added her name upon the records would cause her much defaming notoriety if any of it came under the scrutiny of some authority.

She would watch Sybil for long hours from her private office, there on her monitor she could view a couple dozen rooms and stables, pastures and corrals, all from small unobtrusive cameras placed in cracks and corners.

Once the transitioning phases moved to changing and growing of bone structure the patient usually fainted from the massive aurora of pain. As for Sybil it was as had happened to the others, Miss Jane having gone to visit the infamous Sunrise Research; there she stood beside Professor Haun, taking a tour, seeing what of some would come to her in time.

Time, she wondered how of those who did not realize what they would soon become, they had to feel the passing of time as their humanity slipped farther away. She had the face of a young man originally named Terry Kyle, and how he looked up at her, his eyes speaking for him he would have pleaded, begged, and done anything to be set free from his chemically induced changing of species.

A partially changed skull accentuated his pleading eyes, as thick lips tried hard to purse forth words, he could only muster the squealing high pitched whinny of a colt.

The Professor watched and was himself very amused, he pointed to Terry, making note and some sport of how his face and genitals too were changing first. He told of how in the passing of time Terry Kyle would become an equine in species and of the breed known as Altai.

Pacing and nearly preaching to Miss Jane and his victim standing below in a straw strewn rounded stall, the Professor gave a history lesson about the uncommon breed of horse.

"Actually he is being given a wonderful experience, one that thus far few have ever known. Terry does not know it but I shall inform him and you Miss Jane of just how spectacular this colt shall become.

The Altai breed was developed over a long expanse of time, as then influenced by climate and the conditions associated with living life in a mountainous region.

Unlike your Dartmoor ponies, the Altai has a long head, somewhat larger and coarse, but offering some added space for holding a brain the size and configuration of what Terry has become so accustom. If fact from using this particular breed, my volunteer will retain much of his learned educated memories, remembering well who he was and what, knowing to of how he changed, and what is more important comes from the gene inter-therapy, as his off spring will be granted the similar knowledge as possessed by the stallion, their sire

Once Terry succumbs to his almost total realignment to being equine, I have planned for him to enter a Phase IV, this being the activating of his mating drives. He shall be thinking only of his changing form and then in a sudden induced mood swing his stallion drives shall be instituted, causing a temporary maddening, as such having a wild lust for what to him now, is vile and unthinkable.

I did this once before, to a young volunteer," the Professor would give a wink when saying that word, knowing full well that once a contract was signed the volunteer became his property.

Soon the body would begin to grow, and spreading with it was skin and white hair, the hair spotted with large and small dots of black; this all would make of Terry Kyle a beautiful mount, one worthy of the monarch who would have enough money and guts to buy what he wanted.

Her tour was not without seeing the Professor's art exhibit, a room filled with his collection of snapshots; as of those before their digression from human to animal, and then when the process was completed, and just before they were shipped to where they must spend the rest of their life. One wall of horses and ponies, another filled with cattle, bulls mostly, but three pictured American Bison, one named Todd, he the bull, and the other two, Mark and Alicia, they being the cows to begin a private herd.

Behind his desk was a picture of The Professor standing and hugging his dearly departed wife. She died in a fiery car accident just five months after the first volunteer came to live their life at Pennyford farm.

The seeing of another picture set side by side with that of him and his dear wife showed the Professor standing outside a corral, as just behind him stood a wild eyed Bryant draft horse mare, his second so called volunteer. As if from seeing how the mare reacted to the presence of the Professor, Miss Jane thought it possible and likely that the wife's sudden death was a bit too coincidental, and then only six months later comes his second viable success; a mare that acts as if she hates the Professor with a passion.

He never did sell that mare, but to this day he kept her at the research farm, where she was seemingly taunted by being constantly in the raw pangs of equine estrus. Seemingly she was unable to produce a foal, but remained lusty for mating, trying to keep her stallion aboard for many minutes longer than what would most any real stud so desire. According to the Professor this mare would back a stallion in the corner of her stall, forcing the stud to stay in full contact, taunting him with sensual gripping, holding him to climax four or five times before she felt sated and released a then wild eyed stud.

The odd timing of this Bryant mare and the Professor's wife dying was coincident enough; but the Professor himself often reminisced of his dear wife, saying she was so much a woman of social standing that she would dare never lower herself to give him any pleasure. He would then have a smirk and offer a chuckle, stating that maybe in her next life she would know true desire for what is sensual, pleasurable, and be lusty for to feel love.

Miss Jane being then a willing part and only because of her dream to inbreed some new blood in the Dartmoor breed of pony, she had gone a bit too far to turn back.

She would from times when feeling contemptuous of her ever getting involved, closing her eyes she thought back, remembering the artistic room filled with dozens of pictures. Pictures of ponies, Prince Daniel, and of Marge too, Penny, Lilly, and so many others, all were young and learning people, and then made to be as animals. They all would have thought it as some wondrous adventure if it were not for the learning and degrading of morals; as each found their sensual sensations as a drug unto itself, forcing each to remain permanently as what they became, stallions, mares, and an occasional ignorant gelding.

Miss Jane and her lone farm had since received nineteen such new ponies, two stallions and seventeen mares; but of the mares four began life and young men, they who dared to scoff at the Professor and his scientific schemes.

Unmarried and still holding to her virginity, Miss Jane knew of ponies and breeding them, and she remembered well the panic struck screaming whinnies as Angel, Mabel, Isabel, and Lula belle, stood shackled and shaking from their imposed sensations of estrus; something to them that they never knew, being each were men before becoming as mares. It took just three each having felt the stallion mount, mate, and do his deed that caused them to personally irradiate their memories, becoming as dull minded, mares.

She smiled when thinking for a moment on Tony, he now known as Duke of Anthony, and so proud he had become, giving of his self to being the very best at whatever he tried. As a learned attribute begun by some teacher way back when, then the trait carried onward, even into being a Dartmoor stallion. He is almost a duplicate of the greater and more virile Prince Daniel, but was from the first day more eager to show his worth.

Miss Jane would sigh, she thought of the duke and Prince as they began their legacy, starting with each an older mare, one of experience, and how she taught her stallions some respect and tweaking their technique.

Daniel was slow at first, his memories too sound and remembering of what he was just three months before. Oh but Duke, he threw himself at the older mare, getting into the act wholeheartedly, and doing so well with her that even the mare returned the favor, she licking him clean after the mating.

Time and the passing of time heals all wounds, and after numbers of mating and mounting situations the memories fade, they are replaced by vivid scenes of wild and sensual times. Soon after the third round of mating, whether they are as a stallion or mare, the sensation is so very raw, lust builds to heightened expectations for more, and from it morals and rationale fades.

A blood curdling scream from Sybil announces the beginning of structural and skeletal changes. The forearm begins the process, this paining most into a near coma sleep. Sybil having been a mother and feeling the pains of child birthing held to her alertness, staying awake and remembering, it was with her spine growing and the tail sprouting she finally could stand it no more and gave in to what was to come.

Miss Jane flicked off the monitor, she had seen this happen twice before, it was not pretty, and maybe worse she felt some inner agony for those that had to endure the transitions and change of species.

Just then her phone buzzed, and she instinctively answered it without even giving it any thought. Her Hello Pennyford farms, was immediately met with the bold greeting of one Dutch Rooster, a news paper reporter, columnist, and a investigator following the many travesties of the Sunrise Research foundation.

His posed first question was asking Miss Jane if she had heard that Sunrise research had folded its American division; leaving next to nothing behind, but overnight it had moved away and closed down operations.

Immediately Miss Jane was speechless, she had recently received a communication from Professor Haun and Beaker, both seemingly acting normal in their writings. Her second thought was for her kin, Gerald was by his induction into the animal world as an Ibex sire, being used as a crux to keep her and Sybil too in line and kept mum about any and all dealings with Sunrise Research and their ongoing experimentation.

She was silent and thinking as Dutch posed more questions of interest to him and his readers.

The sudden thought of Sybil and her situation was brought about due to the Professor's both insisting she was a threat that needed to be silenced; and then suddenly, overnight as it were, the whole company folds up and is near gone!

Dutch informs Miss Jane that the U.S. government has subpoenas for the arrest of Professor's Haun and Beaker, along with Doctor Hornaday, and nineteen so called volunteers, included in that list was a Daniel Simmons.

Quick and probing questions from Dutch caught Miss Jane off her usual guarded way of speaking, and with the insistent wish to interview Daniel, Miss Jane blurted out, informing Dutch that Daniel was not human and had stood his ground these past couple of years as a stud Dartmoor pony stallion.

No sooner had she said the truth about Daniel, than Dutch being a good reporter made mention of his coming to see Pennyford farm and speak to Daniel and any others of the listed volunteers.

Miss Jane slammed down the telephone receiver, grumbling to herself for what she had just admitted. She had to then prepare for a full blown investigation, one that from the crimes of Sunrise Research now included her and Pennyford farm.

Unknown to all and even of the American authorities, Dutch had for his reporting an eyewitness to the blandishments of Professor Haun, of his deceased wife, and having seen and known of most of the people termed as volunteers.

David Benson worked at Sunrise Research from before the coming of either Professor Haun or Breaker; he was hired and trained by one nice person, a Charles Spencer, and he being another that seemingly vanished from the face of the earth.

He had worked in the research laboratory, as an assistant he tended the ongoing experiments, the chemicals, and placed orders for supplies. His work and daily overview made him either an accomplice or a target for the Professor to watch and then when need be, silence.

David read the reports of Dutch and after some consideration on his part he contacted Dutch, adding his two cents to what Dutch already knew. His knowledge being firsthand as like so many that ultimately opposed what Professor Haun did, he then became a liability to the greater project, and they tried to silence him as they did to others.

As Dutch one day sat and listened to a story of David being poisoned, and without his consent found him self placed in one of the rounded changing stalls, as Professor Haun watched and smiled.

It really began for David when he sat sipping his morning coffee, talking to the others about the new serums being distilled and quickly administered; he felt his first pangs of discomfort. It was after the midmorning coffee break he became ill, fainting, and later awakened as he discovered himself naked, and in the first phase of transition.

Professor Haun stood above on the catwalk, he had that evil shit grin on his face, a known sign that he had just rid the company of someone who had worn out their usefulness.

The brilliance of what Professor Haun planned for those he deemed as useless made even David feel some admiration. Sadistic and well thought out, Professor Haun made of those he disliked as animals and beasts for his pleasured delights. As those like even David and the wife of Professor Haun, she too lost favor in his eyes and he remarked later how her pudgy hips made a good foundation for stout buttocks and flanks of a Bryant draft horse mare.

With a very maniacal smirk he announced to David of his transgressions that made the laboratory assistant of long standing a viable credit to be dealt with and silenced permanently. As David stood and looking upward was unable to answer the indictments spoken by the professor, he did listen and begin planning his ultimate escape.

Once the Professor told of what he thought David had done, he then knelt down and announced with some personal satisfaction, informing David of his new and forthcoming species. A Corriente bull, one black of hide to symbolize the skullduggery he felt David was beginning would be what he deemed proper.

Humoring himself, the Professor laughed and scoffed at David, making sport of the transition; and the plight of learning how to live once he became as a bovine species and then too as a bull. He taunted David as he would meet each new throng of change, taking pictures for some favored album.

The sense of dread was enough for David to occasionally black out, only to awaken and see how his skin turned black, became then cow hide, and as it toughened the black hair grew to cover him from head to foot.

David told how he could do nothing about his transitions, and from the catwalk came the verbal taunts of some coworkers; they having heard how he asked to become a volunteer, and what made him feel worse yet, they made mention of him having erotic desires to mate with animals.

Professor Haun made David feel as rotten as he could, using lies and half truths to make peer pressure, driving him to actually look forward to the autonomy of bovine existence. As the Professor put it quite simply, without the corpus stalactite there can be no murder, no weapon to find, but the victim remains alive and yet dead to his world. Thinking and remembering of what he was and had, being all was gone, penniless and made worse than a slave, he would be as property, a thing owned and used according to the will and whim of a human.

David made mention that while within the throngs of soft tissue changed he was beginning to actually want the autonomy offered by being a black bull among some herd. It was however the fate of another who came to taunt David, showing and offering him a vial of antidote.

The taunting had the coworker holding the vial low for David and his changed vision to see.

David took hold of the hand that offered the vial, yanking the man into his stall, and physically molesting him, gaining the vial; David drank it and felt the animal world begin to fade.

As he told Dutch, the antidote works only on those when in phase one, after that the subject will return to a human form but carry with them some of the soft tissue attributes of their beginning species, and the genitals to remind them of how close they came to being an animal.

This is what David did show to Dutch, proving his wild story, and convincing others of the terrible things that happen daily at Sunrise Research.

The one thing that David kept as his secret was of the coworker who dared to taunt him with the vial of antidote. Once he was returning to be his former self, David climbed from the holding stall to the catwalk. He stranded the coworker in his stall, returning later, he then in a small scuffle, injected the man with both phase one and two.

David felt exonerated when he stood on the catwalk one night, he watched through eyes half transitioned to bovine, seeing how the one in the holding stall pleaded and begged not to take his place and be also as some beast and bull. Yet the injections were of such volume and intensity that the next morning a visiting Professor would never know the beast in the stall was not David.

A clothed but partially bestial David slipped out of the research foundation parking lot, instead of driving home, David ran most of the way. His legs and feet had begun the early portions of phase two, leaving him walking with high strides and cloven hooves replacing human toes.

The run toward his apartment and home was in his own words quite exhilarating, as he found some sense of thrill to running as would a beast and bovine, if then yet upright but stepping along on cloven hoofs in place of soft human feet. The added sensuality of his bovine sheath and the enlarged testes that hung low and slapped at the inside of his thighs only spurned him to return to the foundation and ask to become as some black Corriente breed of bull.

Once he was inside his apartment having used the extra key he kept in some latex rubberized dog crap he set in the bushes outside his front door, he then showered and set relaxing, feeling sensual longings as his body transitioned back to his ole self.

Feelings of concern and remorse for the coworker David doomed to take his place as a bull on some farm was just part of his thoughts. His own sensations as he felt the onslaught of transitioning, while his body returned to being human was nearly intolerable. Pains and muscle cramps twisted him as he agonized, while what plagued him more was the horny desire to pleasure his bovine maleness. The urge to mount and mate a cow was so overwhelming that he found himself stepping out the front door and thinking of finding some cows for his good pleasure.

Horrible days turned into a two week siege until David awoke one morning knowing the worst was over. The transition had finally come to a halt, he was human, mostly!

When he stood before his bedroom mirror or later when displaying his bestial attributes to Dutch, his body reflected of being still partially bovine in many respects. The boldest of these attributes was yet the blackened skin that prevailed from the chest and back, continuing down to cover the buttocks and thighs. The black bovine hair covered the area with black hide. David sported a truly bovine tail, it was mobile and quite moveable, he could swing it, swat, and even curl the thing to tickle his still enlarged and low hung testes.

The male shaft and sheath of the bovine he was to become had reverted back to nearly what he had before being assaulted by the Professor and his serum.

Human in size his male shaft stood out often being erect from the constant adrenalin stimuli. The Christian marking of a circumcision was gone, replaced by the shape, length, and contour common to that of a bovine bull.

The human body and legs returned to being as before but the cloven hoofs remained as yet another permanent reminder of what David might have become had he stayed in his stall for three more weeks of transitioning.

Dutch was wide eyed and near ecstatic with longing question, asking how it felt to still be and feel things from a bovine manner. He even had to reach out and stroke the hairy hide, fondling to feel the actual weight of how David's testes hung in a still furred sack.

The viewing was a time of embarrassment and humility to David, but with being fondled by another came the return of lusty pangs for feeling cows and knowing their bestial way of sharing passion.

check made out to Sunrise Research as a memorial. You on the other hand will by then be swinging from the bars and branches in a French zoo. I chose this as for the reason of your lack of any foreign language study in high school; this would make it near impossible to communicate to trainers or onlookers. Yes Jeff, you are to be a fine male Silverback Gorilla!" announced the Professor.

Jeff now realized himself to be in real trouble. He wondered what would happen when the Professor might then release the untimely news of Jeff's death, only to have the wife contacted by his attorney. He wondered what the Professor might do to him or even maybe to the wife.

"I see your wondering and worried, you should be worried but I won't really do you any harm. In very true fact you will find life maybe more thrilling and even might get into the swing of things as different mates are offered. In any case you will become a Gorilla in about the space of four weeks time!" announced the Professor.

Jeff as like anyone before him was not thrilled to be on his merry way and become the property of some zoo. He was as yet handcuffed and shackled in place barely able to move a foot in any direction.

Scared, nervous, and wanting to run from the trouble he'd gotten himself into, he started to cry. Big tears rolled down his cheeks as thoughts of never seeing his dear wife or the children ever again.

Then too, once he was a naked Gorilla lumbering about in some cage or in the open at some zoo he'd not want them to see him either. Jeff snuffled at the possible thought if he would see them looking at him, and his grandchildren standing and pointing at the huge animal.

The Professor walked into the room paying little attention to Jeff. Yet Jeff had other ideas.

"Please I'll pay you real money if you just let me walk away from here!" offered Jeff.

The Professor barely looked Jeff's way and said nothing.

"Hey, maybe I can work here, and help you with your experiments, but please, please don't change me into a Gorilla!" pleaded Jeff.

The Professor kept working paying Jeff no notice of his pleadings.

"Damn it, man I don't want to be some zoo animal I have a family who depends on me!" yelled Jeff.

With this statement the Professor walks over to face Jeff. He looks at the pathetic man shaking, filled with horrid fears and willing as one might expect to say anything for his ultimate release.

"You lied to me and you have a family, maybe a wife too! I might have allowed you something else but now that you lied to me there is no reason to trust you! A black Gorilla is what you are fast becoming and I will make absolutely sure you know and remember your human past, if only as punishment for putting this company in peril. I must consider what to do about the family aspect!" said Professor Beaker as he frowned at Jeff; and then turning walked quietly out the door.

Jeff is beginning to feel the onslaught of his changes. Itching and scratching his skin crawls. Nervously he scratches were his cuffed hands can reach. He rubs his legs together as feet rub feet shaking his head the shivers run down the neck and torso to shudder off his butt.

A yawn produces some guttural growl that scares the hell out of Jeff.

He's getting sleepy and knows that if given into sleep when he wakes things are going to be very different. Jeff tries his hardest not to give in to the desire to sleep. He yawns more and more and shakes himself but the eyelids are getting so heavy, they seem to be made of lead.

Soon enough Jeff is limp, asleep, and hung again suspended by his chained handcuffs. Sound, sound asleep he begins to snore as nostrils and sinus passages start to change.

Meanwhile the Professor has gone to his office and checks the Internet for the City Directory where Jeff lived. Paging, he checks until the squared in package of information showed up with the name Jeffery Allen Adams.

Spouse: Jane Louise Adams

Children: Allen James Adams, Joan Leslie Adams, Marvin Lee Adams

Retired, previously employed as loss adjusted American States Ins. Co.

The Professor was beside himself as with the little white lie Jeff made had put his entire Reformation Flux Process in jeopardy. To suggest that Professor Beaker was a little pissed off was barely the tip of his anger.

Page after page proved out that Jeff's children were married and had families of their own. This made him feel better as it left the wife of Jeff then possibly open to suggestion. Leaning back in his office chair the Professor closed his eyes and thought of what he should do next.

Time passed Jeff by and he slept for hours upon hours. Hung up like a side of beef he was oblivious to the world and with himself pumped full of the Reformation Flux, even his own self.

Slowly Jeff awakened and hoisted himself to a standing position. The horrendous itching had stopped, but in place to that he felt oddly warm.

Blinking his eyes to open they seemed crusty. A yawn produced the same if not louder growl which made even the seated Security Guard at the door jump to alert.

"Ahh wa, harr waooo!" Jeff strained to ask if he scared the Guard awake.

His voice had grown deeper in tone, and lips and tongue now almost totally uncoordinated for human speaking intelligibly. Deep down Jeff knew he should be scared of his lack of communication ability but for some strange reasoning he cared little. As Jeff lifted a hand to rub his face, he had a sudden wonder of how long his arms had become.

The handcuffs seemed to have a little more flexed, and he fisted his hand as then rubbing the sleepy dust form his golden eyes.

"Good Morning Jeff!" greeted the Professor as he stormed into the room.

"I see you slept well, almost thirty-one hours now! Then too the sleep has allowed the Flux to do its work. I have more news, instead of you having two females for to mate, I have begun a third. You are well on your way to a good long life in a French zoo, along with your three mates, Terry, Ulga, and a slender and exceptionally sexy female you knew as Jane!" announced the Professor.

As if told something he should give a care about Jeff tried to look him self over. A huge muscled chest, now black of leathery hide and surrounded by thick black hair presented itself to Jeff's straining views. A lift of the left leg produced similar results as it too was thickly covered in black two inch long hairs.

The Professor walked over to be in front of Jeff. He looked at Jeff in the face and said, "I know your thoughts are a good bit jumbled now but the cloudy feelings will clear. In time your ability to think and even desire will surface. I have prepared for you an enhancement to the final Flux transitioning, so you and Jane will know just who and what you have become."

Kneeling down the Professor slipped on a pair of latex gloves. As then with one hand taking a firm hold on to a softened Gorilla penis, taking yet another of his syringes, he plunged it into Jeff's penis, about two inches up form the base.

Jeff let loose a screaming scream of raw pain and agony as the searing hot liquid flowed into his maleness.

Jeff began to hop form one leg to the other slapping his now leathery skinned feet on the concrete floor. His penis flopped from side to side as the heat grew to almost unbearable intensity.

As at last the heat and pain subsided, as Jeff strained his cuffs and shackles leaning out toward the Professor and with teeth bared he growled as if wishing to kill the man.

"You would thank me for what I just did in time, but then you won't be able to, much less concern yourself with things like manners and morality!" said the Professor with a smile.

"I have news for you that will I'm sure, agree with your male sensual senses over time. The stupid Security Guard, his name was Terry, and the young nurse, Ulga, as she added to the stupidity are now having serious thoughts about being mates for you their prime male. Jane too is mostly screaming her mind senseless as Terry is quietly feeling his male organs fade. All three will be females for your enjoyment and when you are ready I'll ship the new family of Gorilla's in one expensive order. Oh bye the bye, that injection was to make sure your sensual self will keep that almost human mind distracted often with sexual pleasures. Unlike the common apes and Gorilla' population, your penis is going to be longer than, and larger of girth than other Gorilla types. In fact I'd say it would look more like one belonging on a pony stallion as that's where I took the gene pattern from originally!" said the Professor, as Jeff cocked his head and listened.

"Although your penis will remain very pink when erect, the sensual feelings will replace any wonder or worry about the coloring. In fact there Jeff I'd expect the length, girth, and flared ending of the penis will without a doubt send you into some seventh heaven when mated with your females, especially Jane!" Professor said, he explaining what he knew would taunt Jeff, angering him about how Jane, his wife, was soon to be with him on a permanent basis.

Even as he explained the things to come Jeff began to think about having raw Gorilla sex with females and his erection began. Longer and longer his penis strained outward. Even then Jeff peered down to have his eyes widen open in excitement for what he saw.

The penis was not what one might call a penis it was indeed a true cock like some horse! The black foreskin was almost a sheath in the equine sense. The straining erect shaft was now a good fourteen inches long and three inches around. The base was more like seven or eight inches in diameter as the end flared out, but having a rounded edge like the flange on a railroad wheel.

Suddenly Jeff's mind filled with a desire for wild passion as his pelvis and legs made humping actions into the air.

The Professor grabbed Jeff's cock and with a good amount of lube he let the shaft flow back and forth through his grip. As he watched Jeff's Gorilla expression he reached for a large birthday balloon and with nimble action slipped it over the open flared end of Jeff's new enhanced male organ.

Squirt, squirt, the flood of semen roared out the end of Jeff's monster. The balloon took the load and as the climax ended and the monster hung limp, a well filled balloon hung swaying.

A smiling Professor Beaker removed the balloon and holding it up showed the bulging red balloon to Jeff.

"You did well, better than any human might there Jeff! This will help me add to the supply of Flux formula and with this others will meet the zoo as Gorilla types too! Now just a small note that each time you have a release like this your human genes will decrease and the Gorilla genes will replace them. I suspect over the course of ten or twenty years the process will in the end, and degrade the human mind to that of a common zoo Gorilla. Yet though by then and after that many years of living as a Gorilla I'd expect you won't much care about the loss, even if you understood it was happening. I'll have you moved to the main cage tomorrow, have a nice day Jeff!" the Professor said and walked out the door.

"Raaa, haagrowl, huff and puff, Jane!" Jeff's mind reeled with thoughts of being a Gorilla. The raw sensations driving him of act like an animal, but his heart felt a sense of horor for more than himself, his foolhardy situation now encompassed Jane and what might become of his offspring and their families. The longing demand from his changed body spurned him to lust for females of his new species. A mouth foaming of lust, he stood holding the bars of his cage, and making pelvic thrusts any time a nurse walked close.

The monthly news letter sent out by Professor Haun reported of his progress with respect to the formulation of new serums offering of differing species; this making mention of one Jeff now a Gorilla. The letter was sent to Miss Jane by e-mail, then printed, it was shared with Sybil and a small number of close associates.

Miss Jane felt the concern posed by Sybil to be a reasonable concern; this the expansion of an experiment that till then dealt with only farm related animals, was as they spoke, then adding in wild animals for repopulating rare species. The learned Miss Jane was well read on the many planning stages of the Dartmoor experiment, knowing how Professor Haun and Beaker too idolized their mentor, a Doctor Ultima Thule. It was doctor Thule that was the first to develop the new coding process for changing DNA, without so much as causing major influx and radical cell growth.