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"Marketing Trends and Wrinkles"

Those who work in companies similar to Sunrise Research have their head thinking of achieving greater goals, but rarely do they consider how a product is marketed.

As Olga entered her first month being a partner in Gorilla repopulation, Bursa took over the duties of injecting and monitoring the subjects as they entered phase I of transitioning. She was so decrepit and just ugly, even the Professors referred to her as, "that crotchety old bitch."

Never in the history of Sunrise Research was there such a person with an ugly disconcerting regard for human beings in general. Yet with all her ugliness about her disposition and self, she had some interesting marketing ideas for the Professors.

When the problem of proposed volunteers being found came up during a coffee break, Olga offered a quick solution. She was one of those who loved to surf the Net, and once she had become knowledgeable of her position at Sunrise Research, the Net offered whole volumes of those panging away with fantasy dreams of being just as Professor Haun would loving wish to see them.

In a private meeting with the two managing Professors, Olga proposed her idea of contacting chat rooms and directly interested with transformation fantasy.

The two Professors sat bug eyed with interest and anticipation while they listened and looked over the information supplied by Olga.

Professor Haun congratulated Olga, and was so impressed from her suggestions, he appointed her as to head up a volunteer marketing project.

"The constant need for young and healthy volunteers is of monumental concern, this plan would solve all our questing for those willing and or interested in attaining a more sensual and enhanced lifestyle. I wish to commend Olga, and have her begin by contacting those members of C.Y.O.C. and even the bestiality forums, making them an offer to discover each their own fantasy in Sunrise Research," announced Professor Haun.

Olga felt suddenly as a real partner in the company, she received a healthy pay raise and her own office.

Days later she asked the Professors to oversee her first advertisement, a flashing add that would burst on screen anytime a reader opened a story dealing with transformation fantasies.

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"WOULD YOU DARE TO BE AS IS OUR FRIEND HERE, DANIEL"

Daniel is a healthy and well endowed Dartmoor stallion pony. His prime duty is to be at sire, and does so every day of the year.

If you want to be a partner in his endeavor, send your resume to [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]

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NEW REALITIES ARE NOW POSSIBLE!

Contact: [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]"

We are making fantasies come true every day of the week.

Name your species and we have something to offer. Stories, pictures, and personal revelations are available for all those of legal age and maturity. We are also an Equal opportunity employer with open positions begging to be filled by those of the TF community.

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Needless to say the response was as monumental as what Professor Haun suggested of the need. Hundreds of willing people answered the call to discover their fantasy. The personnel department was overflowing with applicants, and giving them to choose the very best and healthy ones to enter the new era in science.

Professor Haun had now bigger plans, and with some of the vast capital at his ready, the Sunrise Research Foundation became owners of feedlots for cattle, goats, sheep, pigs, and several ranches, and two Kentucky stud farms. If money could be made from feeding animals to be fattened and sooner ready for market, then Sunrise Farms would be easily able to meet the task.

The use of those he planned to transition and become as farm animals would be the prime sires of a growing herd. As they with their fading human characteristics toyed and bred each other, the foals, calves, kids, and piglets would flood the world market with high quality meats.

He had plans to sire faster running Thoroughbred horses, having double the stamina, and a life expectancy of three score and ten years like that of their human and transitioned parents.

He had to chuckle to himself when thinking how someone so ugly of body and disposition as was Olga to come up with an excellent plan to utilize people and their desires to help fund his research and the money in his back pocket.

"Thin on Beauty"

One such young woman, she was a star player in many a XXXX rated movie, and came to volunteer her body to the advancement of science.

Professor Haun wanted nothing to do with her, but it was Professor Beaker who took her in and was of a mind to give her more than she ever wanted.

Annie had from her many times of being a star, sucked at big dics and let many a donkey probe and rut her privates until they ached. She felt so attached to some of the horse, ponies, and jackass donkeys, their pictures were hung by the chimney with great care.

Professor beaker did a short interview with Annie, she being willing to let him do with her as had the movie producer, his director, and several of the hired helpers when in her last wild and bestial flick.

Annie had one thought that connected with what the Professor could grant, she wanted the tightest of pussies, exceptional control, and a body so lusty it gleamed with the offer of wild sex.

Professor Beaker thought of his one music video called the "Satyr." As Annie being as blonde as was the woman in that movie, she had the same build, but where it counted, the stallions had stretched her wide.

Decidedly, the thought of making Annie into some sex minded Satyress was simply out of the question. Had someone discovered how she became such a sex goddess, why the entire male portion of the government would flock there and beg to be raptured by her.

Checking his many orders for those animals the collectors wanted the most, Professor Beaker decided to give Annie a thrill.

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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 himself 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 horror 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.

Re: Wish to Make Some Extra Money

« Reply #66 on 20 Aug, 2006, 3:30am »

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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 surcomes 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.

Those who work in companies similar to Sunrise Research have their head thinking of achieving greater goals, but rarely do they consider how a product is marketed.

As Olga entered her first month being a partner in Gorilla repopulation, Bursa took over the duties of injecting and monitoring the subjects as they entered phase I of transitioning. She was so decrepit and just ugly, even the Professors referred to her as, "that crotchety old bitch."

Never in the history of Sunrise Research was there such a person with an ugly disconcerting regard for human beings in general. Yet with all her ugliness about her disposition and self, she had some interesting marketing ideas for the Professors.

When the problem of proposed volunteers being found came up during a coffee break, Olga offered a quick solution. She was one of those who loved to surf the Net, and once she had become knowledgeable of her position at Sunrise Research, the Net offered whole [SPAM] of those panging away with fantasy dreams of being just as Professor Haun would loving wish to see them.

In a private meeting with the two managing Professors, Olga proposed her idea of contacting chat rooms and [SPAM] directly interested with transformation fantasy.

The two Professors sat bug eyed with interest and anticipation while they listened and looked over the information supplied by Olga.

Professor Haun congratulated Olga, and was so impressed from her suggestions, he appointed her as to head up a volunteer marketing project.

"The constant need for young and healthy volunteers is of monumental concern, this plan would solve all our questing for those willing and or interested in attaining a more sensual and enhanced lifestyle. I wish to commend Olga, and have her begin by contacting those members of C.Y.O.C. and even the bestiality forums, making them an offer to discover each their own fantasy in Sunrise Research," announced Professor Haun.

Olga felt suddenly as a real partner in the company, she received a healthy pay raise and her own office.

Days later she asked the Professors to oversee her first advertisement, a flashing add that would burst on screen anytime a reader opened a story dealing with transformation fantasies.

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"WOULD YOU DARE TO BE AS IS OUR FRIEND HERE, DANIEL"

Daniel is a healthy and well endowed Dartmoor stallion pony. His prime duty is to be at sire, and does so every day of the year.

If you want to be a partner in his endeavor, send your resume to [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]

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NEW REALITIES ARE NOW POSSIBLE!

Contact: [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]"

We are making fantasies come true every day of the week.

Name your species and we have something to offer. Stories, pictures, and personal revelations are available for all those of legal age and maturity. We are also an Equal opportunity employer with open positions begging to be filled by those of the TF community.

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Needless to say the response was as monumental as what Professor Haun suggested of the need. Hundreds of willing people answered the call to discover their fantasy. The personnel department was overflowing with applicants, and giving them to choose the very best and healthy ones to enter the new era in science.

Professor Haun had now bigger plans, and with some of the vast capital at his ready, the Sunrise Research Foundation became owners of feed lots for cattle, goats, sheep, pigs, and several ranches, and two Kentucky stud farms. If money could be made from feeding animals to be fattened and sooner ready for market, then Sunrise Farms would be easily able to meet the task.

The use of those he planned to transition and become as farm animals would be the prime sires of a growing herd. As they with their fading human characteristics toyed and bred each other, the foals, calves, kids, and piglets would flood the world market with high quality meats.

He had plans to sire faster running Thoroughbred horses, having double the stamina, and a life expectancy of three score and ten years like that of their human and transitioned parents.

He had to chuckle to himself when thinking how someone so ugly of body and disposition as was Olga to come up with an excellent plan to utilize people and their desires to help fund his research and the money in his back pocket.

A new recruit for the busy volunteer induction office, Terry found her job to be in a friendly atmosphere. Everybody coming in for his or her interview was cheerful and quite pleasant. The people around her, the scientists and even their assistants, all seemed happy to be working and doing their job.

She had worked at Sunrise Research Foundation for two months when the wondering thought occurred to her; of those who applied, they all went inside laboratory building number seven for their medical exams. Terry would log in the time and date of the applicants.

Yet after authorizing so very many, none, not a one ever again passed in or out the front security gate, when on their way to work.

This seemed very strange to her, and she believed it would to most anyone with a halfway logical brain.

One day when she was about to clock out for having her lunch, she accompanied an applicant, a young man named Berry; the two of them walking into building number seven.

Once the two of them entered the laboratory, an associate there took Berry to his physical exam. Terry sat in the waiting room, chit chatting with the secretary seated at her desk.

The time being near to noon and this secretary too excused herself of Terry, leaving for her lunch break. This had Terry sitting alone in the laboratory front waiting room. As she sat there, Terry felt a bit nervous being alone, and decided it was the best part of valor to enter the main lab, and seek out what happened to Berry.

Ignorant of places with high security measures, Terry tried to walk inside the main lab, and do her utmost to appear nonchalant.

The security guard watched her sneaking about, he using the wall mounted security cameras placed nearly everywhere.

He must have laughed at Terry, watched, as she got closer to the experiment lab, as the real place where volunteers and applicant employees go in, but none ever, comes back out.

Terry stuck her cute nose in past every door until her luck ran out.

"Experiment - Secure - Lab -5" was the print on a very thick and hard to open steel door.

A hearty groan came from Terry as with some effort she strained to open the door to Lab 5.

Opening it just a few inches was enough for her to see something she never expected, and was for many good reason never made mention by anyone who worked in that Lab.

Those who were busily working their diabolic miracle paid the door opening little if any attention at all!

Terry peered inside using as much caution as she knew how.

Even when she peered into the Lab, back in the guard office a weary officer paged Professor Haun; reporting to him of the security incursion.

Whether fortunate for Terry or not, the Professor was some distance away fro Lab 5 when he received the call. He gave orders that Terry was of permit to go wherever her small mind might lead her.

When Terry opened the door to Lab # 5, she stood aghast. There was Berry, suspended in some weird apparatus; he was very naked, having tubes inserted up his nose, mouth, penis and rectum.

She eyed the remarkable body of that young man for a long minute. Then she broke her stare only to notate two separate inter-vein drip bags, one colored blue that sparkled in the bright florescent lighting, and the other one being a deep color of green.

Terry was like most females, inquisitive in an extreme and blindly foolish manner. Peering inside the Lab, she took note of some white laboratory coats hung on a hat tree near to the door.

She never posed even a thought to think that of those who had authorization to be there in the first place, all knew the others who should be there as well. Yet she donned the white coat and proceeded to walk directly up to Berry, bending herself over at the waist, in order to look the scared man in the face.

The others working at their appointed position for this experiment, all stood away from the imposter and the so-called, volunteer.

Terry spoke softly to Berry, asking the obvious question if he thought all of this was accordingly proper, and authorized by him.

Berry responded as best he could by shaking his head slightly side to side, as if to signify his answer of, no.

Then from behind Terry, a man's arm jutted in front of her. In the hand of that man was a clipboard and on it, was the information of one other person. Someone had decided that curiosity was dangerous, and for Terry, she was chosen and doomed to become yet another to know the evil ways of one Professor Haun.

On that clipboard Terry read of her future, and as she read her head, hands, and body began to perspire.

EMPLOYEE - REASSIGNMENT

RECEPTIONIST

TERRY - 1768-AA

New assigned position: Capra sibirica hemalayanus concepts

Building # 7

Room 5-A

Effective immediately and permanently stationed - NOT for any future reassignment - Security Risk - Reduction to class D security authorization

Oversight Manager: Professor Beaker

Duties: Maintaining the attitude and health concerns of fellow volunteers, asserting a personal relationship with any and all who have a need or want for relaxing the normal level of anxiety from transmutations effects of their bodily physical form.

All male Capra sibirica hemalayanus of maturity shall be her constant suitors for attention and aid in relaxation. Terry is to offer all comer's her utmost care and kindly affection, giving her group harmony, and contentment to continue with the long-term project.

Hours: Continuous basis, flat wage status, no vacations, and residing within the compound between building laboratory # 7, and Safari Barn # 3, its corals, pastures, and breeding pen.

Signed authorization,

Professor Haun

She eyed what was printed about her, using her name, and noted the lack of her last name, as if it no longer mattered, or was of any concern or value.

"Me, you would do this thing to someone like me?" Terry asked, as she turned to face, none other than, Professor Haun and his cohort in devilment, Professor Beaker.

"Your motherly concerns for what others feel makes you a nosey and foolish person. Your insatiable dwelling upon the rights of my volunteers I consider as unauthorized, suggesting then the likely outcome for those like you as best becoming as an ignorant partner in these ongoing experiments. Yet you probed after what was to be the ultimate situation for Berry, and having learned more than what I deem as proper and useful, we decided to allow you full knowledge of what we can do at Sunrise Research.

Security, hold and please do moved our inquisitive Terry to examination room five, and have the attendant prepare her for long-term experimentation." So said Professor Haun saying his mind and ordering Terry taken then to await her beastly doom.

A scared Terry went along unwillingly, held of by two men that to her resembled a pair of wide world wrestlers from television, while having facial distortions that reminded her of seeing Bison.

Out of the experimentation room that held jerry, Terry they boosted up and off her feet, as then carried as if she were some feather pillow, taken out into the hallway, and down to that room so ordered by the Professor.

She begged the two so-called security men to release her and she would go home and never say a word of what she had seen.

Their only verbal response was to groan and snort as if indeed they were as beastly Bison doing the bidding of Professor Haun and or Beaker. It was when they tossed Terry into the examination room; one Bison man left directly, as the other one stood eyeing Terry in what she thought was a disgusting manner.

Terrified and feeling some disgust as to how this thing of a security guard was looking at her, she stepped close to him and slapped his protruding jaw.

The hard slap seemed not to phase the large man in the least, he stood there unchanging his gaze at Terry.

"Be warned my dear Terry, as not all that long ago I too walked past your desk, as I entered this hellish place with plans of working as a security guard. As you can see, the Professor has me working as I asked to be, but having begun my physical change of species, this is his way of employees remaining silent. I dare not go home anymore, as of what has become of me in the nether regions is purely like that of a Bison bull. I am hairy, having a beastly-blackened hide, a tail is under my trousers, and worse is the lagging desire to sniff at cows when they come near. As you see me I am Charles Allan, but soon whether by the designs of those Professors, or by my own changing passions and lusts, I shall in due time stand with the others, a Buffalo, Bison, and bull!" As with a snorting remark of his personal disdain, guard Chuck Allan turns slowly, and ambles out of the room, leaving Terry to her own problems at hand.

The examination room door closed and locked, leaving Terry to turn and eye the room that will earmark her certain doom.

Suddenly the door again flies open and standing there looking like some muscular pre-Madonna stands Mable Johnston, a past good friend, having up and disappeared some two years ago.

Terry flies toward the one who she once thought of as her good friend. She wraps her arms about Mable, finding her girth has changed mightily, being then exceptionally well muscled about her upper arms, chest, and with an odd thickness to the feel of her shoulders and back. None-the-less Terry exclaims her delight is seeing at last, someone who can help her, and might make the professors listen to her.

To her astonishment, she receives an uncaring shove away, pushing Terry backwards and having her fall partially on to the examination table placed in the center of that room.

"Mable," says Terry, her tone of voice suggesting her feeling of concern for how she treated.

"Mable nothing, as of my coming here the friend you knew as Mable Johnston is gone, and by that damned Professor Beaker and his sexual lusts; I am what is left of that human you once knew. He came upon me, thrusting him as if one of his beasts and me not wanting his advances found me as one of his bestial prodigies. Behold and see," said Mable as with one of her misshapen hands she unties the bow that holds her apron, letting it droop and drop to the floor.

Terry gives forth a gasp of agony and horror for one she considered as her good friend.

There standing before Terry what she could only describe as a blended form and body of a human female and that of some well muscular big Pig.

Mable turned herself slowly as if pivoting, and what Terry took quick note was Mable stood on cloven hooves, as if large hoofs like some massive pig would own. She panning her view up from the floor saw how Mable had not heels but was as hocks of a pig. Her once slender legs were then hefty of grown muscles, and was her skin too that of a pig, tough looking and all coated heavily with dark colored bristles.

As without her white laboratory coat, she was then naked and left to handle her bodily needs and requirements, as would any other such creature so shaped as a pig.

Mable gave a cute wiggle to her piggy tail, swishing the thin tuft of bristles at its end to grace over the folds of her anus, and a very leathery looking vulva as well.

Turning slowly to allow her one time friend, the best look of what she was then, this Mable the examination room attendant. Her broad thighs accentuated her body looked swelled as seemingly proper for becoming pig like, giving her a deeper groin. She sported not two lovely tapered and cute tipped breasts, but had then eight duggets teats, they looked as if she had used them recently; like sucked by a litter of her own piglets.

Terry sat leaning on the examination table, her head shaking slowly in utter disbelief of what she was then a witness.

"Cute huh, this was the body of a twenty-five year old young woman, but since my coming here it has become that of some swine like pig woman. I am as you see me now, and have, as you might be able to tell, I have birthed four litters of piglets, twenty-four in all, my endowed children by a boar hog having the name of Dennis.

Dennis was as you may recall my bow and likely husband. He as did I came here to Sunrise Research looking for employment, and earning enough to someday soon marry and make for ourselves a real home.

He vanished from before my very eyes one the first time we came to apply for work. I applied and went home, called to return for a second interview, only then offered this position. At the first, I was but myself, as you once knew me, but after coming into contact with that maniacal minded Professor Beaker, he wanting to taunt me, as if to make love to him, he had me see Dennis.

My dearest Dennis stood then eyeing me and me him, as if he were born a grunting squealing bristled male pig. A boar is as what he and his kind are known, being lustful and as if the dominant creature, he saw me, and knew me, acting as if being then a boar hog he would still want me to make with him what we called once as love.

When I spurned the Professor and his desires for me, he had me injected, and then tossed into the sty with Dennis. The strange injection made me become exceptionally horny, so much so, that even Dennis being a filthy covered boar hog looked good and quite expectable.

I remained changing inside the hog pen, living their and being constantly injected with more of what they make here to bring people to the edge of sanity. I found myself giving birth, and then letting the piglets to suckle, I raised them all as to be pigs; they were pigs, and as I am now changing slowly, but eventually to become a sow and pig too!

Yet it is for you I am under orders to come and make the preparations necessary for you dear Terry to be in time a female Russian Ibex.

Wide eyed and a gasp at the thought of her own young and pretty human body becoming as some hoary cloven hoofed ruddy female animal and once changed she might live out her life as a beast placed into some filthy zoo. She stood leaning back against the examination table, her left hand stroking her neck very slowly. Thinking of what she had seen and how brutal everyone was when dealing with Berry, she saw too then Mable, and how she was nearly complete of being a sow, it was too much for her to rationale; and with a deep breath, Terry fainted.

A chilly sensation awoke Terry, she finding herself then stripped naked and strapped to the examination table in that same white room.

She tried without success to remove the four straps that tightly bound and held her in place. Terry felt the urge suggesting she should run from her captors, an odd thought since she could not move or even get up to try and leave. Yet the inner drive was there to want to run and flee from any that seemed a threat to her continued existence.

Just then, Mable sauntered into the small room, a bag of some blue sparkling serum and an I.V. all ready for inserting it into an anxious Terry.

"Excellent, your awake, you threw me a bit of one scare fainting like that, but no matter now since you can watch as this first transitional serum begin the second phase of your final reformation. Oh do not look at me like that, this is now out of my hands and by your own nosey ways, you brought this upon yourself.

Professor Haun is a very careful man when it comes to dealing with people he deems a threat to his big money making ventures. He as you might guess, deals with now dozens of volunteers and a few like you that become availed of too much knowledge for him to feel comfortable; they all then get their chance to view his miracle of transformation!

Maybe Terry thinks her change of species and lifestyle is something to abhor, but on the contrary. Those who leave from here walking on four legs, as few do it while in an extremely enjoyable way. I for one and those made to be a swine, they then house' and use as if common animals and hogs to breed and produce offspring. Our offspring are the betterment of an enhanced breed of animal, in my case they mature and increase their bulk quicker, going to market in a shorter time, and being huge they bring a greater profit.

Look at you, your scared, wide eyed in horror, and wondering why your ole friend Mable is talking about her ultimate doom as if she were planning some sort of vacation. Well my dear one, I have accepted the fact of my own situation; there is not a thing I can do to stop it, not can I leave from here and announce to the world of what goes on inside the hallowed walls of Sunrise Research.

You think I should try anyway, well I would but the Professors know well the wary ways of their volunteers and those constituents they deem as a threat. If any of those, they who work here would fail to return daily for an injection, an antidote. Each would within the span of a month discover their own fate, and become through an agonizing process, change into some common animal found normally upon a farm within this region.

I have not seen or known of any who did escape the afore planned outcome, but during my first phase with the reformation process an attendant was being kind and friendly, she informing me just how useless it was to try any escape.

Once I accepted my own damnation, the sensations of passion from Dennis curved my ambition to become a good mother to my offspring. The realization that my one use in life is now to produce piglets would seem to you as demeaning, but its not that way to me.

Hold tight Terry take a deep breath, and grit your teeth, as the long needle I must insert into your bone marrow; this will hurt!

There, it's in and then the nice sparkling blue liquid flowing through this tube; it is making some drastic changes to your bone marrow, the beginning of a great adventure!" Mable spoke, as if wishing for Terry to be calm and learn to accept what was to come.

Terry strained to turn her secured head and watch as drips of the I.V. ran into her arm and began a burning sensation deep inside her bones.

"Mable please, please talk to the Professor I would beg him to stop this from happening to me. I, I am a good worker, helpful and caring, what more could an employer want than someone like me?

This is insane, I am an educated person with value, why change me and make me as some beast? Let them inject me, and make me then a willing worker, why ruin my life and cause this damnation to come upon me, why Mable?" Terry pleaded, her one thought was to get back in the grace of either Professor, and she did not like the idea of becoming a rare species of a Russian Ibex ewe.

Mable set down at a small computer and typed into it some data. She turned the monitor screen for Terry to see it with ease, as then began a video about how Russian Ibex mountain goats lived and bred.

"You need to watch this and remember as much of it as you can, as your very life and existence depends on you acting properly, as if born with the instincts of an Ibex goat." Mable noted, as if too warning Terry the information she would watch was to become a necessary absolute for her continued existence.

Mable turned then and sauntered her piggish legs out the one door to examination room number five.

Terry lay there helpless and crying. She tried not to watch and listen to the constant and rerunning video about Ibex lifestyles and of mating, birthing, and knowing what to eat. Each time the program played its run through, the screen saver had on it a photo of one Ibex standing as part of an exhibit in some zoo.

It seemed as if an eternity for Terry as she lay there listening and watching the continuous replaying of the Russian Ibex informational program. Her mind was hearing the verbal information, and from the repetitions, it was burning a record in her memory, whether she wanted it or not!

Hours passed and with the return of Mable to replace the I.V. bag, Terry had a few moments to ask and plead again fro her release. Yet this time Mable said not a word in response to Terry and her asking! She went about her business, replacing the drip bag, and proceeded to exit the door, as Professor Beaker strolled inside the examination room five.

He checked the I.V. in a professional manner, and then checked Terry for her proper insertion of the needle buried deep into the bone of her right arm. He checked her reflexes, tapping at her knees, and running his sharp thumbnail up the sole of her bare feet.

The Professor went to the computer there in the room, adjusting the volume of the continuous playing program, and made it annoyingly, very loud.

"Must you?" Terry asked the Professor, as he was about to walk out her imprisoning room.

He turned to face her as then standing in the doorway and about to leave.

"Yes, why of course my dear, you know too much and are to us a security risk. The suggestion to remake you a Russian ibex was my idea, the demand for such hearty breeding animals carries a high rate of return. You being a mature Ibex ewe will fare us $5,000 dollars. Yet if we made you into a male buck Ibex, the value increases to triple the figure. Therefore, and mattering on the market price, your future self shall be either to bear kids, or impregnate, it is just a matter of money!

Now then if..." Professor Beaker smiled his maniacal grin, saying a suggestion, "If you were to decide that being to me as my lover, a passionate creature in part as an Ibex ewe and some as a human woman, I might make an exception in this case and allow you to be my personal toy."

"A sex toy, you would allow me some remaining humanity to remove all dignity and keep as some thing to f...! No, I think not, I would rather..." Terry spouted her indignation at the Professor's offer.

"Dignity, do you think your precious personal dignity will be any the better when you're standing before a crowd of onlookers and have a mating buck Ibex screwing you cross-eyed? Or then maybe it is some sort of dignity to be then as the buck Ibex, mating or masturbating, standing before the same crowd; hearing them laugh and speak about your open manner of naked lifestyle, if this delights you the better, then learn to enjoy being as some zoo animal!" The Professor Beaker seemed insulted by Terry seemingly rejecting his valid offer to let her retain some of what it is to be human.

He stood for a moment and after eyeing Terry for some change in her opinion of his generous offer, the Professor walked out of the room, closing the door with a vigorous slam.

The slamming door was to Terry like the trap doors, which fly open from under the feet of one about to get themselves hung.

Then the loud Ibex program began again, playing its suggestive line of information about living the lifestyle as if one were a mountain goat.

Terry screamed from the constant drumming program, it was repeating and working the information into her pretty head whether she wished to know it or not! She soon knew of every word and when and how it was accented. The monotone voice of the narrator was as much a mind changing aspect, as were the slowly changing photos and video that played and began to advance.

The program seemed to Terry as if showing and suggesting more details of living life as do mountain goats. It had more close up pictures of physical body parts of male and female goats. As if informing of the usage, or how a goat feels when they perform using the organs properly.

Hours more passed and thirst, hunger, and indignity of watching then the computer program rerun constant views of Ibex breeding, birthing, and of the sexual ideology that it would be to become and live as an Ibex goat.

Instead of Mable coming in to change out the third I.V. bag, a young man walked into the room, he having two more bags and one other new needle for insertion. He said not a greeting or a single word to Terry, but ignored her totally, doing what he needed and then turned to walk out of her room.

"What are you a robot? Have you no feelings for what is going to happen to me, or Mable and so many others? Are you just a robot, doing what the professors order, have you no concern or care for other, what are you?" Terry screamed out her frustrations at the young man.

He stopping in the doorway stood there for a moment, turning his head first to look at Terry. Then he turned around and stood facing her. He stepped back into the room, walking to stand beside Terry; he leaned forward putting his face to within inches from her pretty nose.

"I do not want to think about what is to happen to you or of anyone that is foolish enough to volunteer and be as animalistic fodder for the Professors. It is terrible enough too, for me and the others who work here to know that if we ask to leave or wish to change jobs, out very bodies and life to come shall be to the profits of those two damnable men.

Say in my case that I was to forget my own responsibility and go public with information I have about the doings of this place. If I did, the authorities would likely want to have a grand jury meet, say about sixty days after I would confess of my knowledge. It is more than likely I shall not be available for the court date, as without the daily injection of their special antidote, I will be grazing in a field when they call for me to testify.

Professor Beaker and in his immutable way of putting things, calls me his young stud as if it were just a nickname. Young stud, he has me in the loop for becoming a Percheron stallion if I would dare leave and or try to inform the authorities of what goes on in here.

His concern over what I know comes with messing up my married life. I was just a year into my marriage when coming here to work at a great paying job. The injection of their security serum made me begin to have the first of some varied changes, which occur to all of the volunteers or other damned fools." The young man speaking to Terry, bearing his disgruntled troubles and even then his own soul, to her witnessing eyes he tore down his pants and gave her a good look at the insurance of silence he was made to wear.

Terry gawked at what hung before her eyes; there in this young male groin hung what resembled the testicles and sheath of some pony stallion.

"See, and with this now I can hardly go to my dear new wife and explain why I carry the organs found properly on a stallion Shetland pony. Then, dare I to have some blessed time with my dearest, do you think she being human could accept in her the mighty shaft of someone bearing a pony stallion like shaft? No, be assured the Professors have full assurance I shall never speak out, as my own body is to me a curse, so now the reformation serum did infect my dearest wife. She is or was my wife, and after me remaining here for a month and incommunicado, I learned just recently of a Percheron mare brought to the research barn.

One look at her and she, my dear Betty knew me, we cuddled and tried to show our affections, but a draft horse can only do so much, and she is now and shall remain as a mare the rest of her life. This is how their insurance of employees works to an advantage.

Most of those who work in here are now single, whether married once or still in wedlock, it is only a matter of time before the Professors assert their will, and some unfortunate person loses everything they own." The young man said to Terry, he weeping of grief for his young wife, and for his own life as well.

Terry choked back her own fear and the tears she had for such a story. She strained, wishing to loosen her bonds, but they remaining quite taunt, and tied tight.

"Dare I then suggest if you love her so, then why not make a bargain with the Professors and join your love, live then together, being married and in love?" Terry posed her question, wondering even as she spoke it if the constant mind-bending computer program was making her adjust and accept the thought of living life as do an animal as something acceptable.

Tears of her pain and the feelings of empathy she felt for one of her captors was enough to spark in her a plan.

The outspoken and varmint young assistant was more than confronting Terry with more of the indignity of working or being a volunteer for the Professors, or Sunrise Research; he became the crux to her plan. In his moments of anger voiced at Terry, and the others, included as well the Professors, he in leaning so close and above Terry, from his pocket dropped a small pair of shears.

Terry waited until he had exited her room before wiggling and using her hips to move the shears close enough for her to grasp it in one hand.

Straining finger desperately struggled to grip and work the shears upon the straps that held Terry securely to that examination table.

Sweating face and forehead told of the straining effort to cut her bonds and set free a young woman then willing and well able to inform the authorities of the blandishments happening at Sunrise Research.

Soon she stood on her own two, still human feet, and with the removal of the I.V. syringes, allowing her movement and the ability to flee. She grabbed at her clothing and once dressed, Terry pried open the door using the shears, stepping then into the outer hallway.

Anxious eyes searched for anyone else in that hall, looking for her best route of escape, she began to walk quickly toward the nearest exit.

Almost to the door exiting that building and cautiously lurking before she would exit the building, Terry heard a voice, one she could recognize by the tone, twang, and accent.

Professor Beaker was inside a room and questioning of some one who sounded as if they were into the final phase of transforming. The voice was manly sounding; he spoke as if one of those rare few who came searching to be an animal volunteer. He was speaking to the Professor, rationalizing his situation, as if he were having some second thoughts about being soon an animal.

"As this one stands here with the realization of what has occurred, I am left with new patterns of thinking and strange thoughts. Unlike to just moments ago, the learned manners of living as a human felt a pressure forced upon me to act and react by instincts, according to either animals, and or, from people around me.

A dull witted feeling slowly pours down over what was before a sharp mind. Animal sensations and the sensual feelings, lusts for food, water and being satisfied, are presently my real only desires.

My planning for any realistic future is unlikely now or properly gone considering within a few days I am willingly becoming as your Jackass and property. As you say Professor Beaker, and so bold to suggest, that a normal Jackass cannot be bothered with planning of his future.

Hearing this change of attitude from a friendly man of science, has since changed face, and poses to be more a devil's advocate. An ugly thought now races within my mind, as if I should distrust your intentions; and of my own ability, I might lash out to bite, kick, or chase this adversary away.

Ah, but this is all your paddock and pasture, as I am but your bestial guest. I am of the damned by what you have done to me, and worse I have allowed it to happen. Damned and belittled in the eyes of any legal justice, as of my own self and all the others here stand as animals! The kingdom of Heaven is for us a wondrous dream, we as animals find it ripped from our possible grasp, making of us your experiments in science, and adding another degrading ability for the managers at places like to Pleasure Island Amusement Park.

The strange sensation I feel as if the very being of being human has changed. I laugh at where this has brought me, as men fought not to be slaves, I have sold my body and being to one who would make me to be and live like a common animal.

Soon my only real way to communicate is with a screaming bray, issued out a large mouth, as the last bastion of human reasoning knows of what is being lost, and as then gone.

When at last the final echo of my calling for help dies, so then too shall that intellect to which I prized myself above those of my peers. The longing for wild bestial pleasures of which I thought abided best within the animal kingdom, are now within my grasp. Sorrowfully I admit the intellect to which one would need to recognize these wondrous attributes is but for me a thing of my recent past. Now the pestilence of flies, dominant animals, men, and the war of nature upon a naked body will all take some final toll. The three score and ten years said to be the average lifetime of men is for me but a lost promise.

The living of life as being a Donkey is to be far shorter and filled with new and maybe even less enjoyable experiences. I would suspect that with my last fleeting thought I should ponder and wonder if for what I sought after, was then worth the total price, is dumb!" So spoke and wondered a man named Fred, someone Terry knew from before her coming to Sunrise Research.

Professor Beaker said not a word to the poor man's final rambling, but with a less than profound "Humph," he began to open the door and walk then into to the hallway and likely meet Terry face to face.

One wall mounted fire extinguisher offered its bulk and stout metal casing as a fine weapon.

Terry unhooked the extinguisher from its wall mount and as the Professor exited the examination room, his forehead met with the rounded end of a red painted metal tank.

Seeing and hearing the thud and bonk of Professor Beaker meeting something in the hallway, Fred proceeded to prance himself to peeking out past the door to his doomed damnation.

"Fred, come with me, and I shall do what I can for you!" Terry spoke, making an offer that to Fred right then sounded rather good.

One black all over male donkey and a sweating, nervous young woman ran from Laboratory seven, heading for the main drive out of the compound, and toward their possible freedom.

Once out and free from the confines of the laboratory building, Fred felt the urge a donkey knows to be free. He bolted past Terry, running rather in a clumsy fashion, his four legs not as then able to coordinate together.

The bovine security guards did their work well and corralled one anxiety filled male donkey, leaving him to stand and gawk over the top rail of his fenced paddock.

A bright and sneaky young woman made her way to the employee parking lot and after retrieving her spare ignition key from its magnetic case stuck to the underside of her car; she soon drove out the parking lot and headed for home. Her trip to home was one of trying her best to evade anyone following her car.

When she did arrive at home the first thought was to shower and get dressed, wanting to feel as if she were still in completely, quite human. Her next and normal pattern of thinking was to check her caller I.D. on the telephone.

There in all his mean demeanor Professor Beaker left his message, demanding that Terry return to the research facility and take her place with the others. His tone of voice was damning enough to give Terry shivers and chills. The words he spoke only added to her apprehension over returning, he making remarks of warning, reminding that she had already received enough of the Ibex serum to cause the final effects to occur, and beginning very soon.

Terry hung up the phone and decided to give it the night's sleep before she would decide her fate or future.

A warm dinner seemed somehow inappropriate to her thinking, as with a mindless desire, Terry began to forage on everything she had that was green.

Salad and fruits were soon outdated as she literally devoured what vegetable and fresh foodstuffs she had in the fridge. Her tummy was bulging from a random grazing upon her kitchen. Terry then went to sit in her apartment living room, there lounging and soon falling into a deep type of slumber.

The mantle clock chimed for two o'clock in the early morning hours, this made her stir, awakening, and taking some note of her strange and new feelings.

First and likely the foremost item, which caused Terry to stir and be then uncomfortable, she felt the growth of body fur, thick patches of Ibex insulation.

Feeling the fur on her arms terry jumped to her feet, racing for the bathroom and its floor to ceiling tall mirror.

She nearly ripped off her clothing, standing in all her naked and radiant beauty before her reflection. There looking back at her was one very furry young human womanly form. She moaned just seeing of her sensual shape and the thickening patches of fur that were merging, and soon to be as her pelt.

Anxious perspiration suggested she was again in dire need for a shower and cleaning of her hairy, furry body.

The steaming hot water was to Terry an exhilaration of some importance.

Unknown to her was the way in which warm bathing aided to the transformational serums, instilling an increased blood pressure and from it a surge of body growth. Being over with her shower, Terry snuggled into her waterbed and thought to sleep away the night.

Her furry body only added and aided in the blood warming to a new and high temperature, asserting in her the changes of species and forcing her closer to becoming an ungulate animal of the mountainous regions of Russia.

Her awakening come the next morning had her sit up, with hairy arms, she gave a yawn, and stretching, shuddering a rattling shake the length of her changing body. As she inched closer to sit on the edge of her bed, Terry took a gasping breath at what she could see.

Protruding partially from under the sheet and blanket were was once human legs. Instead, the broadened thighs and narrow legs with elongated feet possessed the shape and contours proper and similar to an Ibex animal and goat. Her first reaction was one of horror, but after taking a deep breath in; she relaxed, and from her lips preceded the lazing sound of some Ibex feeling at ease.

A flipping back of the bed sheet and blanket allowed her to see what more was different. Her feet and legs were in the final phases of change, but as for her thighs and groin, she found these to be something oddly to her delight.

Soft and furry hands touched the furry pelt that lined her thighs and made a virgin think to toy and fondle her sensual parts.

Quivers and shivers sent waves of goose pimples to spark and tweak her every hair that stood out from her darker and more bestial hide.

Deep in her rational and thinking, pondering mind she knew all of what was and she felt, was...wrong! Her stroking of the furry covering tended to make her think and want for things sensual and extremely physical. The spitting of body hair foretold of its thickening, as Terry sat wallowing in the delight of her new sensual thrill.

"I do love it," is what terry had thought to say, but upon mouthing her words the speaking came with strangely slurred pronunciation.

Instantly her hands flew to touch both lips and mouth, finding these had changed. Her nostrils and upper lip merging, forming with the lower lip and chin into a rudimentary form of Ibex goat muzzle.

Insistent to see her new reflection, terry leaped to her changed feet, stumbling, or trying to walk on hind like legs and toes that had just seconds before met the throngs of change, becoming then as cloven hoofs.

A few moments later found Terry eyeing her face in the bathroom mirror. She leaned on the counter top with furry hands, stretching backwards her body and hind legs into a long and lanky position.

Wild thoughts of excitement and some strange beastly passion forced from her lips a true and clear sounding goat bleat that echoed the bathroom walls.

The sound horrified her as well as made her excited for sensations like nothing she had being yet a virgin, ever felt or experienced.

Eyes went wild checking he body, face for anything new, and strangely, like what one might expect as part of a goatish form. The notice of two horn buds sprouting the peak of her head had Terry bleating then with excitement. This in turn added to the onslaught of change, charging her groin with wild anticipation, and suggesting she urgently call Professor Beaker to send a car.

Terry was feeling the wonders of change, as sensations muddled rational thinking, and in as much forcing her to want more of what she originally felt was an abomination. Her breathing became rapid as the rush of excitement compiled one new sensation upon another, until as she stood before that mirror Terry tilted her head back, and began to scream long bleats.

As had the warmth of a hot shower asserted the rush of change, then the testing of her Ibex voice begat new changes, forcing the transition.

Unknown to her and never explained because no one expected Terry to escape her bonds; but being free of the confines of the laboratory, she was free to exert herself, and in turn made the change to an ungulate move with increased rapidity. As this change and transition of human body cells to replace with animal cells might take a month in the Lab, for one set free as was Terry the process would culminate in just a few days.

The Reformation Serum process worked differently from one species transition to another. In those changed from human to equine the change went quickly, causing massive brain degrading, causing the victim to lose both knowledge and memories. Their mind degraded in size to fit the small cranium space allowed in the head of a donkey forced upon those the mentality and instinctive patterns of their final self.

This same process would occur with Terry, but she being able to move and wander, allowing the ability to spread her thought patterns. The rush of change was slowed as it caused change upon the brain. Although the size of her brain would dwindle down to a mere 20% of the human size, she would retain learned knowledge, human logic ability, and would actually think in rational and calculating patterns ever hour she was awake and standing as an Ibex ewe.

Both of the Professors would consider what would soon happen to Terry mentally as a definite security risk. Her brain would lose much of the ability to communicate, such as linguistic speech, writing and the coordination to assert and explain things to others per say, writing in the dust of the ground.

Yet by the sweeping changes and with ability to physically able of moving around, the drastic forces within the Reformation serum only downsized her brain. This allowed Terry to think but also listening with her goatish ears she could hear and understand what humans said.

Ultimately, Terry would take this part of her transition and change for granted, not understanding the reasons why, but giving her all to learning and coping with living life as might an Ibex ewe.

Meanwhile, as all of this was making the required changes from one skull to another, the massive transition of muscles was underway

Muscular transitioning was horrible and painful to the extreme. Usually the Professors would sedate the volunteer while this was happening. Terry however, had nothing to sedate her, and she lay then screaming out agonizing bleats of one feeling massive levels of pain.

If Terry had lived in a private house, maybe far enough away from any other people, her screaming sounds might have gone unnoticed.

Directly above Terry's apartment lived Mister and Misses Halley, a retired couple that tended to stick their nose quite often into other affairs. They had heard the anguished cries coming from beneath their floor off and on for four days when at last, Misses Halley decided to investigate the situation.

Constant pains and brutal changes kept Terry from making any note of the time or day. Right at that same moment Terry had her head and skull finalizing the physical changes, as her neck expanded greatly, lengthening, and gaining mass capable of holding up her growing Ibex horns.

Even as she would return and stand before her large mirror in the bathroom, Terry ogled and marveled at the patterns of fur growing upon her changing body. Dark browns, and black fur complimented greatly by the creamy white fur, which adorned her chest and belly had her human logical thinking accepting and wanting to become as an Ibex goat.

Pains and sensations do abound when one is changing, as did Terry. Some of the time, it is an ecstasy to itself as gender organs move, enlarging, and are touched giving great delight. The opposite is horribly forthright with dire pain, causing the host to reel and scream.

As Terry stood on completely transitioned hind feet and legs as of the Ibex she was to become, she delighted in her sensual sensations, as a tail grown on her rump swished across the tender folds of both anus and a taunt, muscular vagina.

Hind legs standing spread apart as cloven hoofs could not get a firm grip to the tile floor in her bathroom, had her holding the edge of her bathroom counter with hands partially transitioned into hooves as well. Her physical form was mostly that of the final Ibex ewe she would spend a lifetime getting to know. The quelling of her pain gave time to reflect and enjoy learning how her body offered different sensations, beyond those she had when being human.

A nosy elderly woman then used her swiped passkey from the maintenance man's last visit. She turned the key and without announcing her entering the apartment, went to poking about, looking around, wondering what was happening in Terry's apartment.

The instant she entered the apartment her eyes began to tear, the air-smelled rank of some horrid stench. Looking around Misses Halley took note the normal neat manner to which Terry kept everything was disturbed, with some furniture tipped over, flowers and plants ravaged, dirt spread unto the floor, and what she could not understand was seeing turds lying everywhere.

Turds and some piles of them littered the rooms, as if Terry had in her apartment some large type of animal. The stench and manure lying about and stinking was but a reminder when the ole' gal in her younger years of growing up, lived and worked on the family farm.

Cautiously she stepped with due care not to step in or on any of the turds, less she track the filth back to her apartment. A peering look past the two swinging French doors that led to the kitchen, as she peered inside, the kitchen appeared cleaner, although the refrigerator door stood open and there were a few used dishes suggesting someone had eaten there recently.

Then she heard a scratching sound coming from the apartment bathroom.

Inside that bathroom, a young woman well on her way to become an Ibex ewe stood eyeing her changing body before that big mirror. Her exceptional hearing heard Misses Halley enter the apartment, and with realizing from it she remembered her apartment, how she had ransacked it when foraging for food. The memories of her wild feelings and total discard of personal hygiene only added to her feeling of fear and discovery.

Fears made her begin to snort and sniff with great anxiety for her situation. The strange reminders came from how she had so easily found her transition of spices to be for her a sensual thrill. Yet being as much changed as she had by then, anyone looking at her would see some abomination of Goat, Ibex, and some human parts still changing.

As the door to the bathroom slowly opened, Terry turned her head toward it, and huffing her breathing with excitement and horror, she waited for the second when Misses Halley saw what a person in beastly transition really looked like!

"Oh, oh holy...what on earth...Professor I.E. Haun, Terry, oh my dear girl I wondered if my recommending you to work there was the right thing to do? Now look at you, he is a monster and has made his mark on this town and likely several others. He would seem to be changing you into some breed of goat; but come out of there and let us try to converse for a moment." Misses Halley seemed remarkably calm and quite understanding for seeing her young tenant standing nearly eight feet tall on hind like legs and feet of some beastly goat.

Waving her hand to urge what was Terry to come out of the bathroom and step out into the short hallway that either led to the bedroom or back toward the living room. A moment of hesitation by Misses Halley, and she decided the bedroom was the best place to talk, as for Terry she might find it more conducive to lay on her bed.

Terry stood upright for a few steps but dropped then to walking on all fours, following Misses Halley like might a puppy.

A scramble of legs and one hearty bound, had Terry nestling herself into lying on the bed in Ibex style.

Misses Halley drew over a chair and sat beside the bed, carefully eyeing Terry for any signs of animal hostility.

Terry lay on her furry belly, hind legs and feet tucked up tightly to her abdomen, as what where arms partially already changed lay hung over the side of her bed. She held her head up on a by then strong neck of the Ibex goat she had mostly become. Eyeing with some hopeful wish that Misses Halley might know of, or offer her some possible way to be again as a human, she quelled her apprehensions and fears, and lay waiting.

Slowly and with some caution Misses Halley reached her hands and took hold of Terry's partially changed right hand.

Terry looked down and watched quietly, wondering what Misses Halley would dare do with a hand turned black and almost changed into a cloven hoof.

"I know that this is you Terry, and might have expected it but not this soon, so I think your inquisitive ways got you into trouble with the Professor, and then he assures himself of his employees remaining silent by one means or another." Misses Halley said, she offering Terry a comforting and friendly smile.

Terry drew her head back in feeling astonished that Misses Halley would recognize her, understanding of what was happening, and then trying to offer something almost an animal a little motherly comfort.

"Body language is how one animal can tell the intentions of another, it is the same with some people too, as I can see your feeling some concern and wonder as why I am remaining so very calm, considering what I see. Well it is not too normal for some goat to be having pierced earrings and those dangling white pearls hung about the ears of some brute animal! Then too, see here, the pearl ring my husband gave to you last Christmas, its here, halfway embedded in the one side of this cloven hoof. It is often what I was a witness when I worked beside the Professor as an RN. Those he would make as animals never removed their jewelry, and the changes just moved around them, as many horses and cattle still are wearing their wedding rings.

Yes, I know of the Professor, and what he does to people, but some of them seem to either deserve what they get, while still others come to him and ask for it. He has procured a serum with wondrous ability to rejuvenate fingers or limbs, growing new kidneys, and all sorts of fine medical reasons for its use. Yet he and his lover, that Professor Beaker both gay fellows under the covers, they got enthused watching porn shows, and from that decided to offer those willing to pay their wildest and permanent fantasies come true.

They both studied under Dr. Ultima Thule at his Montana research facility. There they learned their trade, as how to cause massive restructuring of a body into completely different species. They excelled so well that Professor Beaker found a simple antidote, and using it on him and I.E. Haun, they were able to leave the employ of Thule, setting up their own laboratory here in Appleton.

So then my dear you have now a choice, if from what you have for these past few day felt and became, you could continue and likely live your life in some zoo. Otherwise, I have some samples of the actual antidote, and could inject you with it, preserving much of your humanity, and returning you to being, well mostly human." Misses Halley made Terry a difficult offer, as she had of her own strange lusty feelings come to want the life of being a ewe. Now the offer of being again as a human and having to work and live within the confines of a human society seemed less desirable.

Misses Halley reached out a friendly hand and went to cupping it under Terry's bearded chin. A small amount of scratching was enough for Terry to decide, giving forth a happy sounding bleat, while then rolling over on her back and kicking her legs in the air as if showing her thrill and glee.

"Should I call the Professor and have someone come for you with some sort of transportation, a large female goat walking along the city streets might be a bit conspicuous, do you think?" Misses Halley offered, as she stood up and surveyed the bedroom for anything of value; being that an Ibex ewe would not have a need for things pretty or of monetary worth.

Misses Halley knew much of the working manner of Professor Haun and had the thought that Terry was degrading mentally. Her suspicion was in this case wrong, as Terry had her thoughts, could reason, and understood well what this woman was muttering about, even as she was beginning to take from the cherished things of what Terry owned.

Terry lay on her bed enjoying the soft comfort and its way the bedding cradled her body heat, warming her into a sleepy state.

If not then for her feel, drowsy Terry might have leaped from off the bed and defended her property. The growing sensations of being as some goat Ibex was taking more control. As she eyed her transformed body, having second thoughts, the apprehension and horror of changing into an animal was instead, becoming something of awe and as living in a fantasy world.

When Misses Halley picked up and tucked the jewelry box under her arm as if to confiscate what a female Ibex ewe would have no use or need; Terry could stand this not a second more. Bleating a harsh tone of disgruntled anger at the old woman she had long thought was a friend and like unto her own mother, Terry changed her mind.

A scramble of thin but strong legs helped Terry rise off the bed and stand in the doorway to her bedroom, giving a stare at Misses Halley, and with a stance worthy of defending her property.

Misses Halley stood for a moment, eyeing a still growing and fast maturing Ibex ewe acting like it were still a human and standing, baring the door, as if demanding something.

"Oh, oh yes my dear, I am taking what I please from your things. You my dear Terry will have little use for anything like jewelry, or these rings and bobbles, as goats do not wear jewelry. Your two pierced earrings still setting in those hairy earlobes will likely fall away the first week or so as you frolic with others of your kind. You only need look at your right cloven hoof to see how your ring there sets embedded, as if a part of the hoof and the only symbol of this goat ever being a human named Terry.

I can see from my experience at Sunrise Farms how you have changed, being transitioned presently in the third and final changing; this being the new you, even my antidote would not stop what is to be and return you to total and complete human form." A nervous Misses Halley tries to explain, wondering if the animal standing before her can even grasp at the meaning of her words.

To this short speech, Terry takes a deep breath and with her mouth open as wide as possible, she lets forth a harsh bleating sound.

The bleat being so harsh seemed to Misses Halley that Terry was still mentally in control of her new self, and more than that, she likely understood every word said.

A cold stare and an upright and wiggling tail suggested to Misses Halley, as Terry, animal that she was in form, was ready to defend what was her property.

Suddenly Misses Halley broke into boisterous laughter, hardly laughing and as if making sport of Terry and how she had changed.

This was by her a bluff and thought if Terry were still thinking on a human level she might become humiliated, and embarrassed, she would turn like some frightened animal and look for a route of escape.

Instead, Terry stood her ground and gave forth several bleating cries as if still incensed at the woman stealing her prized possessions. A lifting of her left fore leg, as if presenting it to Misses Halley was to the woman at first, an odd action, enough to make her wonder.

"The antidote, you think I should give you it and then all this could be yours and what you were would all be as normal; well it's a little late for that!

What my learned eyes see is someone so far along, your cell structure has transitioned, being then as animal tissue, and in the third stage of change. This final stage or phase will begin to make your intellect fade and the raw brute instincts of a beast will become your guide in living life.

Let me tell of an example what would likely happen if I did give you the antidote now.

First off, your stout muscular form would soften, turning to almost a slimy pool of flesh, organs, and bones. The DNA patterns have also then transitioned leaving only a vague remembrance of what you were for the chain of life to follow and build.

Secondly, you would be in a state of such horror for three days as the body strains to put some semblance of a body and appendages together to form a creature, offering a way of life, but likely as some abomination.

Thirdly, the best you could hope for by then was some blended mix of goat and human, if ending up as even looking like a Greek satyr would be the wildest stroke of luck. I personally believe your better choice is to follow the lifestyle of this mountain goat you are presently. The transition has given you a fine stout and healthy body, something that should grant you your normal life expectancy of that three score and ten years granted to most humans.

Your transition of self has granted you a longer life. You were in your twenties, but now your age factor would suggest of being two years old and a matured female goat. In retrospect my dear this gives you the likely life yet of sixty-eight years as a ewe and during that time span your sexual organs are well and productive." A smiling Misses Halley said, she standing and getting good eye contact between herself, and a mature Ibex ewe thinking of herself as one named Terry.

Terry softened her stance and backed out of the doorway in repose, realizing that Misses Halley was likely correct in her assumptions.

With a jewelry case tucked under her arm, Misses Halley proceeded to the living room, there with Terry following her, she announced for Terry to remain in her apartment and the Professors, as she would inform them of their new prize, an Ibex ewe.

When the apartment door closed is was as if it were a cell door to some prison. Terry felt her new self and body to be something rich of sensual sensations, but those abilities and comforts known to humans was for her, outdated and gone.

She had not too long to wait before hearing the screeching worn brakes of some truck parking outside the apartment building. Terry pressed her Ibex head passed the curtains covering her apartment windows, peering out and down three floors to watch as two men readied a crude wooden crate, the beginning of her tough life ahead.

Brutes"

Terry watched as the two men gathered some items, readying themselves to venture three flights up and corral a likely frantic Ibex ewe.

Although Terry was not feeling frantic thoughts, this she had wondered about, he mind remaining alert while her physical body change drastically form one species to something very different. In essence, she was quite calm about the fact of her body and future would something more basic and very bestial.

Just from her exceptional hearing she could note the footsteps of the two men, differing from the lighter steps of Misses Halley, as all three were coming up to meet and greet Terry.

Her human personality began to show as before any time she would leave her apartment, Terry consistently would tidy up. Yet this time her tries to tidy and clean faltered, as lips made essentially for grazing could do little to pick up newspapers, and tipped furniture. A few valiant tries at this and she stood staring at an African Violent plant that belonged to her mother, this spilled out of its pot, the black dirt trampled into the carpet by four sets of cloven hoofs. She felt her loss of physical dexterity as cloven hoofs worked well for stance but could not do what did her human hands.

Then the door to her apartment opened and there stood Misses Halley behind the two men, one sporting a small hand held gun.

Terry bleated to them as friendly a welcome as her limited voice and ewe abilities would allow. She remembered seeing trained stallions once, how they went down on one foreleg, as if bowing to the audience. This she did quickly, and lowering her head close to the floor, had dire hope that those who came to get her would understand her kindly ways.

One big man stepped into the apartment, with Misses Halley close on his heels.

"She is very tame, likely now willing to go with you on a rein and making your tranquilizer gun unnecessary." Misses Halley chattered as she seemingly very nervous after having talked with the men as they three came up the three flights of stairs.

Terry stood up and took a few steps forward, pressing her Ibex head into the right side of Misses Halley, making then soft moaning sounds, as if wanting to show her love and considerate notions.

Misses Halley reciprocated, petting the furry head on someone who days before was a grown person and would not then find such touching as being friendly.

Seeing Terry acting as if she were finding her Ibex ewe form as something enjoyable, the two men moved quickly to put a halter on her head and with a rein, they tugged her toward the doorway leading to the hall and the stairs leading to a truck and one crude wooden crate.

In her mind, Terry rationalized well her situation. She considered her future if acting as wild would be harsh and brutal. The men came prepared to find an animal wild with fear, terrorized of what she had become, and likely to fight with anyone reminding her of how this all came about.

Instead, she felt that acting tame and as if what she became was possible agreeable to her. This she had hoped would make her captures act with some consideration, as a pet owner does over their beloved companion.

Her scheme worked until loaded into the crude shaven wood crate. As Terry entered the crate of her own free will, the stench of what animals rode in it before her assaulted her nostrils. The Ibex instincts screamed, suggesting of others and their horrid fear of becoming animals and treated accordingly.

A bending of her neck to bring muzzle closer to the crate floor noted the acrid stench of urine and manure, the scents foretold of animals in panic and anguished over their situation.

The slamming of the crate door and then the hammering of nails to hold and bind for shipment a commodity, her, Terry the Ibex ewe was ready for delivery to her new home and a very different future.

Anxiety and fear made Terry become then nervous. She was still hearing the men talking to Misses Halley, warning her not to discuss this to anyone. One man reminded the woman her time working with the Professors. She as they too once inoculated with Reformation serum and the only thing keeping her from joining Terry and or many others was her vow of silence.

A quick statement of her vow and Misses Halley dashed back into her apartment building, back into her life, and likely went to the side of her husband.

As Terry began her new life being of the Russian Ibex species and as a ewe, she tried to remain strong, gathering her courage and ready to hold her head up and weather whatever was to come! A recent convert of species, a volunteer named simply as Thomas, came of his own fruition, asking reasonable questions, most of which dealt with his returning to be human.

The experiment in progress made of such as Thomas, the male volunteers became as bulls and in order to remain as a bull, they were required to prove their virility.

Several young and rather pretty young women answered the advertisements, they were quickly ushered into the bovine program and without their full understanding and or consent, the professor in charge wrote on the records that they were interested only in long-term volunteering. Thus, they became as cows, beef cattle by species, furry udders, long and sensual teats, they stood and felt delighted when a bull came and did his thing to their enlarged and sensual folds.

Thomas proved his worth in the first week, and from that his status received a slight change in the record keeping, listing him as one of the permanent volunteering types. 04-01-09

Dear Sir,

My farm has for the past five years purchased several fine animals for use in breeding of cattle and as well horses used to work the cattle and for personal enjoyment of riding.

Recently, as noted by the wife and then of others, someone must be playing an erotic prank, as writing of varied words in the corral sand would like to suggest that some or all of the animals purchased, were not born into the breed and embodiment they are at present.

Understandably, the wife is concerned, and takes the writings as if factually possible.

I would ask for a letter or e-mailed response to reassure the wife and my employed wranglers that the animals, horses primarily were not use as, or partakers in some scientific experiment.

Most Sincerely,

David B.

Epilogue:

The professors, their families, the employees of said Sunrise Research Laboratory and Farm Division, along with varied numbers of people, those freely as willing, and so many who were non-consensual, but in the end, the mastered Reformation serum won out, changing the life paths, causing harm, fear, and immorality the kind even the newspapers dare not admit is a reality.

What was created had possible healthy implications, but the greed of attaining easy wealth caused men to sin, and fearing justice and some sort of retribution, they used the formula to relocate those who would so oppose them and their greater plans.

The unscrupulous professors used and sold their discovery to governments, granting a rare few to each the Reformation serum gene therapy of an animal common to that region of the world. Those who a government official feared became a thing of humiliation and humored taunting by devious people. People love to watch others fighting, waring, killing, the same as did the Romans and Gladiators do to unarmed peoples in their time. So then, the use of Reformation science did to many, putting lives and futures to ruination.

Professor Haun had his original mentor to the idea of Reformation, a Dr. Thule, who so eloquently stated as part of his many such greed based debaucheries of science said to those he was about to see change, transforming, and become something other than to what they were born.

He said, "I do not care about those whom I transform. Whether they are of the willing or without the approval, those becoming as female to a species or they who I grant masculine supremacy, as such my subject-cum-animals. It all may be non-consensual at first, but by the time they are transformed, they are contented, happy and cooperative.

No animal I ever made has ever been able to talk about their experience, ha or much less point an accusing finger at me for underhanded, or illegal activity. I do not believe they would want to if they could!

I like to keep a low profile. Sometimes I consider it a moral and an ethical obligation to engage my subjects before hand, let them know and discuss the most extraordinary experience they will ever undergo in their lives; that the changing of self into a different species, a totally nonhuman, animal species, and, in that, become in form completely a beast."

The Professors advanced the science to leave nearly all those they used the "Reformation Serum" to, leaving them for at the first few years as knowing, remembering, and understanding the physical degrading they need live life like. This became a diabolical pleasure to see the minds of those slowly and painfully fade into bestial oblivion.

It failed to matter as of what the subject and/or final animal form delighted as to its manner of sexual delight. Many who came and left the laboratory walking then upon all fours did so with the thought of their change as something delightful an adventure, and foolish enough to believe the men of such science would care someday to return those so changed to being...human.

Almost as many of they who came to the laboratory or were the undesired personage held by some unfriendly and unkind government, discovered the harsh treatment of evil minded men. Favored by many officials for their demeaning of a person was to transition them into the forms of sheep, women and some men becoming as ewes, and men otherwise finding they were then as bestial rams, angered and in a state of constant arousal.

Similar to the Gladiators, the use of Capra Hicus serum on both men and women caused them to change partially. Men having this done to them, they became bodily hairy. sprouting horns from the foreheads, growing thick beards, their eyes and pupils becoming as rectangular, gained muzzles, floppy ears, massive body strength and the agility of a mountain goat. Their masculinity changed, conforming to that of a male goat. As testicles became virtually insatiably full with semen, their penis though nut shaped by the head, was long at sixteen inches and of like girth to the penis of a Shetland pony.

Massive skeletal changes to pelvis and legs, feet toes becoming as cloven hooves, those sad men walked then on hind like legs as of a goat. Given time, if they lived long enough the Reformation serum would reconstitute, causing a slow continuous transition of s subject to become wholly a goat in body and by then of mind.

In the mean ten years after their initial transfiguration, most were kept by their owners in pits, where fighting for the right to breed caused the weak to die. Those who were strong were given men or women to fornicate cross-eyed. Some of the such winners were transferred to a Satyress brothel to let the above the pit watch a insatiable male Satyr try to fill the passion of a nymphomania Satyress female of the same mythical breed. This offered hours, days or continuous weeks of day-night fun frolic for those who controlled the destiny of spiritually moral peoples.

Satyr types, Minotaur bull men as well as cow-women, Gorilla males sold to zoos, Zebra, horses, ponies, goats, sheep, swine, wild game, reptiles too, any and all of these are what oppressed people filled the need for animals placed where people could watch.

The ultimate personalized sense of humility, becoming as is an animal and when feeling the undeniable desire to rut or breed, comes the knowing that eyes of the guilty or innocent are watching a depraved mind do what nature demands.

Some with varied personal ideals find their fornicating with an animal while they too were an animal as inconsequential.

Most scream, whinny, bray, moo, grunt, squeal, bleat, or stand wide-eyed feeling wondrous sensation and embarrassment all at the same moment.

Who can say what this sort of scientific breakthrough may do to the human race, given the ever-expanding limits of what is written upon the world Internet. It is possible, maybe likely, and could be at work presently somewhere, as greedy men seek wealth and power, wishing to venture full control over the masses, they shall make their enemies to look and feel what its like to be an Ass!