Broadening Ken's Horizons - Chapter 20 - Release
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I awoke slowly, my eyes taking quite a while to adjust to the light. It was a different light - not the pure white light of medical lighting. This light seemed more natural.
I could tell that my restraints were still on, mostly from feel. Also, though my vision was still cloudy, it appeared that there was some type of mask covering part of my face. I assumed it was probably an oxygen mask.
"Ah, one of my patients awakens," I heard a familiar voice speak behind me.
A silhouette moved to my side and I turned to follow it, blinking my eyes several times so that my vision would clear. It was Doc.
"How are you feeling, Ken?" Doc asked.
"Fine, I think," I replied, feeling a bit disconnected from my mouth. "When can you take off this oxygen mask?"
"That's not a mask, Ken!" Doc laughed. "That's your muzzle."
My eyes had just about gotten to where I could focus on the object. I looked at it for a bit, crossing my eyes to get a better look. Sure enough, it appeared like a muzzle. It was covered with a medium brown fur, save for an irregular white stripe of fur down the middle.
"Here, maybe this will help," Doc said.
He engaged the lift on my bed so that I was sitting more upright. Once the motor stopped running, he reached down and pulled the sheet off me.
I carefully glanced down towards my feet, which were now hooves. Fluffy white fur nearly covered them. I looked slowly up my now powerful brown furry legs to my crotch. Instead of a cock, I saw a dark brown sheath. I could feel my balls resting on the table between my legs.
Looking over the rest of my body, it was apparent I was no longer human. I glanced up at Doc. He had his hands clasped in front of his face, smiling. His eyebrows were raised in anticipation of my reaction, like a child watching a parent open a gift on Christmas.
"I'm a..." I started.
"A Clydesdale!" Doc exclaimed. "And a nearly perfect one at that. Clydesdales are my favorite breed."
Doc unfastened all of the restraints on the table. I slowly lifted my arms up and rubbed my wrists. Then I carefully looked over my hands and arms, actually somewhat fascinated with the mass and muscle on each one. Out of curiosity, I flexed my right arm, watching my bicep swell out and harden, veins tracing around the muscle and standing out in clear relief under the short fur.
I sat on up, waiting for some dizziness to subside, then swung around so that my legs were hanging over the side of the table, hooves hanging just over the floor. My massive ballsack rested on the table between my legs.
"Give yourself plenty of time before you stand," Doc said in a quiet voice as he walked over in front of me. "Once the dizziness wears off, I'll help you up."
I looked at Doc with mixed emotions. Previously, I was afraid of becoming a fur. Now, it seemed rather exciting. For some reason Doc didn't seem to be as big as I remembered him before.
"OK, carefully slide forward until your hooves are on the floor," Doc said as he reached out to steady me. "Don't stand too fast. Remember, you have hooves now and the floor is slick."
I slowly slid forward until both hooves were on the floor, then pushed my body up off the table. It took a bit of steadying from Doc before my legs no longer felt like jelly. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to stand on my own. Doc let go and stood back a few steps.
"There you go," he encouraged. "Get yourself stable. Stretch out a bit. Good. Now try to stand up straight and tall. Excellent!"
Once I stood up completely straight, I realized why Doc didn't seem quite so imposing - I was a good head taller than he was and was more massively built.
"Looking good," Doc beamed. "Let's try walking around a bit. Eventually I want to get you over there to the scales and measure you."
I practiced walking a bit, getting used to having slick hooves instead of feet. I gradually made my way to the scales.
"OK, step up," Doc instructed. "Let's see how we did."
Doc fiddled with the electronic device for a bit before a laser beam started scanning my whole body. Eventually the device beeped and spit out a slip of paper which Doc grabbed and studied for a bit.
"OK, you can step off," Doc said. "Looks like you are nine feet and nine inches tall to the tip of your ears. Weight is a healthy 514 pounds. Body mass index is 3.5% - so you are pretty much all muscle."
I walked over to a tall mirror hanging on one wall and looked myself over. I couldn't help but get a little turned on while admiring my physique. Something stirred in my crotch and I saw my cockhead start peeking out of my sheath. I glanced over towards Doc. He was sitting on a stool entering information into a computer.
I reached down and gently rubbed around my sheath, watching intently as my cockhead fully emerged followed by a jet black shaft. I kept stealing glances over at Doc, but he remained occupied with the computer.
I continued to watch as inch after inch of cock slowly slid out of the sheath. When the medial ring slid through, I slowly hefted the heavy tube in both hands to look at it more carefully. I had handled other horse cocks, so the texture and shape was familiar. However, feeling all of the sensations as I touched it was completely new.
Eventually, I could tell that no more cock was coming out from inside my body. The outer skin started drawing a little tighter, but the long cock was dangling down between my legs, pointing down at the floor.
"I have a tape measure, if you want," Doc's voice startled me. He was sitting on the stool now facing me instead of the computer. He was smiling and holding a flexible cloth tape measure in his hand.
"Uhm, sure," I replied. "Bring it here if you could."
"Walk over here," Doc replied. "You need the practice walking. Besides, you'll find it nearly impossible to measure yourself unless you are fully erect."
I clopped over to Doc on much steadier legs. My cock swinging between my knees complicated things just a little, plus I needed to get used to that big nutsack between my legs, as well.
"Still fully extended?" Doc asked and I nodded. "I'll measure it like this. Fully erect, it wouldn't be much longer, but would be just a bit thicker."
Doc stretched the tape from the edge of the sheath down to the crown of my cockhead. Then he wrapped the tape around the diameter of my shaft in several different places.
"Twenty-nine inches long," he indicated. "Girth varies, but just over 11 inches at the medial ring. When fully erect, the base of the shaft will probably be close to 12 inches around. Be careful who you stick that thing in."
Doc and I both laughed, myself a little more nervously. I started wondering why Doc was so willing to just let me get up and walk around unrestrained. We were clearly in a different place. There were high windows along one wall through which I could see blue sky and the tops of trees swaying gently in the breeze.
There were no guards or orderlies standing near the doorway to prevent an unauthorized exit. For that matter, the door to the room was open. I could see the occasional fur walking down the hall, but none were huge equines.
"Where are we, by the way?" I asked Doc out of curiosity.
"The same transformation clinic you walked into a couple weeks ago," Doc explained.
I didn't come here, at least on my own accord, I thought to myself. What was he talking about? I clearly remembered being abducted with Tank and finding that Tom was with us, as well. Doc had explained his plans for a super-species of equine furs. Tank, Tom and myself were to be unwilling participants in the venture. Plus, we were all going to have our memories wiped so we wouldn't remember anything. It became obvious that he had not wiped my memory yet. Or, maybe he did but it didn't work. I decided to test that last theory.
"Transformation clinic?" I asked innocently, probing for more clues.
"Of course," Doc replied. "This is one of many transformation clinics that I've recently opened around the country. You were the first customer at this clinic, as a matter of fact. You walked in just after we opened and said you wanted to be an equine fur."
My head was reeling a bit. So far, it appeared that Doc thought my memory had been wiped. I decided to play along, hoping I could keep a good poker face. Also, I was curious about Tank and Tom, but I dared not ask about them yet.
"So what's next?" I asked. I watched as the last of my cock finished disappearing inside my sheath.
"Let me wrap up the rest of your file for bookkeeping, then we'll get you on your way," Doc replied, turning to finish up on the computer.
"Bookkeeping? How much will this cost?" I asked.
"For our first customer here and a literal walking advertisement? Consider it on the house!" he replied as he got up from the computer and clapped his hand on my shoulder as he walked by. "Stay right here a minute and I'll bring you something to wear. Obviously the clothes you wore when you arrived will no longer fit."
Doc slid out the door and headed down the hallway. I walked back over to the mirror to further admire my new look. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder, admiring my muscular glutes and the short crop of black tail that had grown so far. The base was taped up and the tip tucked under in a small braided knot. I felt my cock start unsheathing again.
I turned around to face the mirror, marveling at my massive pecs, the definition of my eight-pack abs, the sight of over a foot of thick black cock dangling from my sheath. A small dribble of precum had started stringing from my cock to the floor. I watched it intently as it made its way to the floor, the string finally breaking free from the head.
Suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I glanced over to the door and saw a smaller male equine dressed in a blue nurse's uniform. He was standing in the doorway, his jaw slack. When he saw me watching him, he closed his mouth and smiled weakly.
I struck a bodybuilding pose for him, flexing my arms and tightening my leg muscles. Every vein popped out in clear relief as my massive muscles firmed up. I realized a little more of my cock was hanging out. I looked back at him and winked. He was slack-jawed again, a little drool starting to drip out of his mouth. He was so entranced that he hadn't noticed that Doc had walked up behind him.
"Isn't he an exquisite specimen?" Doc asked, startling the nurse out of his reverie.
The nurse turned and bumped right into Doc, sending the nurse's clipboard clattering across the hall. He retrieved it and started walking down the hall, stealing one more quick look over his shoulder before Doc pushed the door closed.
"So sorry about the intrusion," Doc apologized. "Here is a change of clothing that should fit you. Also, here is the address of a shop where I buy most of my clothing. You'll find that I have arranged that the first $500 of your purchases will already be paid for - another gift I would like to honor our first customer with, if you don't mind."
"Much appreciated," I replied, taking the clothing and the card from him.
"I'll be at the front desk arranging a ride home for you while you dress," Doc explained. "When you are ready, turn right and follow the hallway to the reception area."
I pulled on the clothes that Doc had brought me. Being an oversized equine had its disadvantages when dressing. It took a bit to arrange my healthy ballsack into the pouched briefs. Pulling pants legs over huge hooves was also an exercise in patience.
Before I left the room, I had to gather my thoughts one more time. Doc was just letting me walk out of here with apparently no strings attached. After having told me before that he was going to have to wipe my memory of all I had seen and heard while within his presence, I still remembered everything clearly. Had he purposefully not cleared my memory? Had he done it and it didn't work? I was still a bit confused, but also very suspicious. Was I going to walk out the door and into some other trap? All I knew was that I had to be very careful. I had to play the part and be sure I didn't let on what all I knew. Especially until I found out if Ken and Tank were also released and, if so, if they remembered anything at all.
I finally emerged from the room rather dapper looking in my oversized khaki slacks and neatly pressed blue striped button down shirt. I walked to the front and found Doc chatting with the receptionist. He glanced up and smiled as I approached.
"You're all set, Ken," he said as he reached out both hands to shake my hand. "Mac is out front in the bus to take you home. Here are the personal effects that you brought in with you. If you have any problems, questions or concerns, don't hesitate to call or drop by. Oh, and I would like to see you again on the twenty-first at noon for a follow-up visit."
"Thanks so much for all you've done for me," I partially lied to Doc. "I'll see you on the 21st at noon."
I walked out of the clinic towards the bus. As I approached, the oversized door opened and I somewhat crawled through the opening. The bus chassis leaned slightly to one side as my weight compressed the suspension. I plopped down onto the seats, occupying two of them. Mac, a medium-sized bear fur pulled the door shut and started driving.
"They treat you good in there?" Mac asked.
"Never better," I replied.
Mac continued driving without saying any more. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't sure where they considered 'home' was for me. Would they take me to Tom and Tank's place? My old house? Somewhere completely new?
As we pulled onto the street where my house was, I finally got my answer. Mac pulled right up in front, threw the bus out of gear and opened the door. He glanced out at my house, built to human specs, then at me.
"Looks like you might need to find a new house, Mr. Hammonds," Mac smiled.
Randy shut the blinds and stood up with Roger following suit.
"Let's go say hi to Julie," Roger said as he went to the foot of the bed to pull on his clothes. Randy wiggled into a pair of shorts and tossed on a shirt that had 'Because I'm the Princess, that's why!' screenprinted on the front. He grabbed Roger's arm before he could get out of the bedroom.
"Let's give her a few minutes to get settled," Randy said as he walked to the kitchen with Roger close behind him. "She's been gone for two weeks. She won't have any fresh food. Grab that box of muffins and I'll get some juice."
Both of them went out the back door and walked over to Julie's back door. Randy knocked on the door. They both waited impatiently until they saw Julie push the curtain aside. Her face lit up when she saw her two guests and she swung the door open.
"Randy! Roger!" she exclaimed as she hugged each of them in turn. "Aw, you brought breakfast. Come in."
All three of them sat down to the dining room table and had breakfast.
"So, we've missed you," Randy started.
"Oh, I know," Julie replied. "I'm so sorry I didn't call you, but it was all so sudden."
"What was?" Randy asked.
"My illness," she explained. "I came home one evening and passed out in the hallway. The next thing I know, I'm in the hospital waking up. They thought it was possibly a brain tumor or something, but whatever it was, it's gone now. Did you call the ambulance, Randy? They said it was fortunate that someone found me when they did."
"Uhm," Randy started, looking at Roger. They both had looks of confusion on their faces. "Yeah, yeah, that was me. I came over to borrow a cup of flour and when you didn't answer, I poked my head in the door and found you in the hallway."
"How can I ever repay you?" Julie asked as she reached over and held Randy's hand.
Randy saw Roger's mouth open, ready to say something. Randy glared at him and kicked him in the shin to get him to stop. Then he turned back to Julie and smiled.
"That's what neighbors are for, sweety," he replied graciously.
"Thanks for the ride, Mac," Tom said as he and Tank climbed out of the bus at their apartment. They both climbed the stairs wearily and walked into the apartment after Tom unlocked the door.
"The place is a wreck," Tom said as he glanced around the room. "But I'm too beat to do anything about it right now. That body-building clinic takes a toll on you."
"Even if we did sleep through most of it," Tank added, before stopping in front of the bathroom mirror and flexing his muscles. "It was worth it, though. I feel like a new horse."
Tank headed to his bedroom and stopped when he saw the empty drawer hanging out of his night stand. He picked up the magazines scattered on the floor and stacked them neatly in the drawer. Tank slid the drawer shut and flopped down on his bed, falling into a restful sleep.
I walked up the sidewalk to my house as the bus disappeared down the block. The mailbox was empty, which I had expected. There was one newspaper on the porch which I figured must have been delivered by mistake.
I had to duck to avoid hitting my head on the porch ceiling. As I reached down to try the front door handle, Mac's parting comment sunk in. My front door was only two-thirds as tall as I was. Also, I wasn't sure if my massive frame would fit through the opening.
I dug through the bag of belongings from the clinic and couldn't find my house key. I remembered that my key ring was in my bag at Tom and Tank's place. I had a key hidden on the back porch, so I headed around the back.
Finding my key in its usual spot, I unlocked the back door and pushed it open. At least around back I didn't have to worry about any passersby watching an oversize equine fur trying to squeeze through a human-sized door. I tossed my stuff on inside and dropped to my knees. Crawling through the opening was about as difficult as I imagined it would be, but I made it without damaging clothing or door frame.
Once inside, I forgot about my height and stood up, my head crashing into the ceiling. I stooped as I clopped back to the bathroom and crawled through the door. Having a full bladder didn't help the fact that the interior doorways were narrower than the exterior ones.
I stood on my knees and unzipped my pants, pulled down my briefs and instinctively reached for my cock, which of course did not flop out. I had to stop and wait for my new cock to unsheath enough to take a piss. All this stuff was going to take a while to get used to.
I let loose with a heavy stream that threatened to overflow the toilet bowl before I figured out how to restrict the flow. It took several minutes to empty my bladder. I flushed, waited for my cock to resheath then zipped up.
After squeezing back through the bathroom door, I dug through the bag of personal items from the clinic. After inspecting the contents of my wallet and finding everything intact, I shoved it down in my pants pocket. My phone battery was completely dead, so I set it on the charger.
The rest of the items were just clothing, so I tossed the bag in the corner. I went to lay down on the couch to rest and realized it was way too small, so I laid on the floor instead, after tucking my tail underneath me so I didn't bend it back on itself. Before I knew it, I was snoozing comfortably on the floor.
Randy and Roger walked back to Randy's house after having helped Julie clear all the spoiled food from her refrigerator, bagging it up and placing it into her trash container on the back porch on their way out. They went in the back door and plopped down on Randy's couch.
"She seems to be brainwashed," Randy concluded.
"I guess so, unless she really did collapse and someone found her before you came home," Roger said.
"She did collapse and someone did find her, and it was the same person or persons. Only she wasn't taken away in an ambulance, she was whisked away in a black SUV."
"True," Roger replied. "Unless the SUV and its occupants arrived after she had been taken away in an ambulance."
"No, you and I know it was all related. The guys that caught you and tried to capture Tom, the guys that took Tank and Ken. The whole thing just fits together too well. I think they brainwashed her or affected her memory so that she thought she had fallen ill and recovered. Then they sent her home."
"One thing might answer our questions better," stated Roger.
"What's that?" asked Randy.
"If we found Tom, Tank and Ken. If they're out as well and they don't remember anything about what has happened to them..."
"My thoughts, exactly," Randy stated as he jumped up and headed back to his bedroom. Roger followed him out of curiousity and found Randy pulling on a different change of clothing - jeans and a regular pocket t-shirt.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked.
"Going over to Tank and Tom's apartment to see if they are there," Randy replied. "You stay here. We don't know for sure if you are in the clear yet or not. You can keep an eye on Julie, too. If you talk to her, don't pressure her about any of the details we know about. Just play along with her story."
"OK," Roger replied. "Be careful. You have your cell phone?"
"Right here," he patted his back pocket. "I'll call you and keep you up to date."
Randy trotted out the back door to the garage and jumped in his car. Roger watched the car back down the driveway and pull away down the street before he went back to plop down in front of the computer for a while.
About 20 minutes later, Roger heard a vehicle pull up and stop nearby, so he went to peek out the bedroom window. A black SUV had pulled up in Julie's driveway.