Luke Harder
The total conversion package equates to just about his entire life savings, there is going to be no easy way to pay his way back. But Luke knows this, and has been preparing himself, at least psychologically, there is no way to prepare physically. With the creation of total body conversion biotech, anything is possible for the individual, however even so, sometimes to get what you want you need to make a sacrifice. This will be his sacrifice, to trade in one life for another. He takes the slim box, almost like a very small briefcase, out of the dispenser. Its contents are locked to a physical encryption key he has back home. Luke gets back on the maglev and all along the journey his eyes are fixed downwards on the box sitting atop his lap. Contained inside the box is total conversion package, a piece of micromachine biotech that can change a person's entire physical structure in minutes. This one is tailored though, making it especially expensive. The body it will leave him with shall not be entirely human.Luke gets off the train, his apartment building only a block away. He walks briskly, oblivious to the Saturday world around him and reaches the entrance in but a moment. There are glances from inside the lobby of the building, some people recognise the small box that he is carrying. As these same people catch his eye they can tell what he is planning to do. Despite the rapid pace of progress, the ethical and moral aspects of what the technology can do is still lagging behind. Many people find the whole thing abominable, but they are almost forced to allow it because of the medical advantages of the technology. "Time to rid myself of this dead end life." Luke thinks as he takes the elevator up to his apartment floor.
Light dances over the key as the box scans it. The flimsy piece of memory metal contains intricate nanoscale patterns, which themselves generate a small magnetic resonance field containing a coded signal. Identifying both the visual and magnetometric presence of the key, the box unseals with a soft hiss. Inside the box is a rather plain looking syringe with an in-built automated injection mechanism. Next to the syringe however is a small spintronic data storage device, its adapter can fit into any commonplace personal computer system; no wireless for the sake of security.Luke takes out the data storage medium first. It is an almost entirely symmetrical square, but for the interface port, and is as thin as an archaic credit card. He promptly sets it aside, excitement growing to a boil inside of him. If he remembers correctly the entire package is self-contained and does not require anything except to be activated. The data storage device just contains a load of trivial information and advertisement; or at least mostly. He holds the syringe in his hand, surprised by how it is possible for such a thing to have a premium feel. It weighs quite heavily, and to be honest that is probably in part due to the biomechanical nature of the stuff inside it. Luke gets out of his chair, standing up next to the wardrobe which is set so as its door is reflective much like a dressing mirror. The tip of the syringe is next to one of the arteries in his arm, sleeve already rolled up as he pauses with a cursory hesitation.Committal. The protean fluid enters his bloodstream and millions of biomechanical mechanisms custom-tailored to his DNA go to work. However even as the conversion process goes to work Luke realises that he forgot one important detail. In order for the transformation to occur as seamlessly as possible,a near total comatose state is induced. As his head hits the floor with a deaf thud his last thought as a man is cursing his own stupidity.
Luke feels warm, oddly insulated as though he is wearing something all over his skin. But it is like a phantom, the experience quite unlike anything he has previous knowledge of. With graduality he starts to open his eyelids. The crystal lens of consciousness comes over him. Bit what he is about to find will challenge his acceptance of reality. Lifting his head up the first thing Luke notices is the surroundings of his sleeping quarters. The next thing he notices is the rest of his body, or at least the front of it, sprawled out upon the floor. A light brown fur covers his entire torso, and goes on to cover his thighs and going all the way down to what are still mostly human plantigrade feet. His jaw hangs loose as he looks at what has become of him, for the fur is the least of the new additions.Chiseled abdominal muscles, toned pecs and other muscular definition which he knows not the words for adorn his torso. His legs, from thighs to calves, are equally well built now, but that is nothing compared to what is resting between his legs. Luke reaches with an outstretched arm, with a hand significantly larger than the one he had before, and touches the long piece of thick flesh which serves as his new equine penis. A twinge of excitement runs back to his crotch and up his spine, but the self-voyeur resists exploring that part of himself for now.His attention moves back to his limbs, stretching out both arms and flexing them. Biceps and triceps move around like tanks ready to burst through barriers. A smile reaches his face, which he realises is longer than before, and with some effort he can see his muzzle and snout. It is time to take a look in the pseudo-mirror proper. Even before standing back up Luke notices that his body is far taller than before, now reaching seven feet tall; this he gleans from the distance he covers on the floor just laying down. Luke stands up and looks at the front of his bare nude body in the mirror. Scraps of clothing that was torn off in the transformation still cling to his body, but most of it has been left upon the floor. As amazing as his torso, and that which is still slumbering between his legs are, the man's focus turns to his head. Even though retaining an overall anthropomorphic structure to his body, his head is clearly that of some horse, or to be more accurate a proper stallion. He shakes his head and watches the blond mane at the back wave behind him; another grin, but this time one he can see, attractive for a horse.The transformed human-equine runs his hands down over his chest and belly, new sensations feeding back into his nervous system. That excitement is back, an electric thrill running down to his long, smooth, black and pink phallus. Luke indulges this time, sitting back down onto the edge of his bed he hears the mattress creak underneath his new muscle weight. Getting even more excited he lifts his dick and watches it flop against his belly, even flaccid as it is it reaches above his navel. This would be considered "hung" for a normal human man when erect. Long, strong strokes are applied with the most liberal of intentions. His heartbeat quickens underneath that broad chest, blood boiling and pumping into his new malehood. It rises up on its own now, getting wider and taller than it was before. His tongue rolls out and his nostrils flare, he begins to pant. Luke wraps his large hands around the organ, but as it throbs against his chest he finds that he can barely get his thumbs to meet his index fingers, so impressive is its size.He falls backwards, landing completely on his back as he reaches with his tongue. A sharp, electric feeling runs back down his horse phallus as he tastes the pre pouring from the slit there. This makes him hungry for more and with a little bit of crouching he soons gets a good few inches of his new cock inside his mouth. Luke purses his lips to make the fitting tighter, his tongue lavishing over the flaring head of his massive erection.Underneath the deft blur of hand movements the horse-like male organ throbs with a pounding energy. A few veins bulge out, but the real action is further down where his two, black, bulbous testicles hang over the edge of the bed. Deep inside of his newly super sized balls they churn and roil with an immense amount of semen waiting to burst forth. Really wanting to see how that looks, feels and tastes; Luke picks up the pace, pumping his shaft as fast as possible. Involuntary neighs start to bellow out from Luke's mouth, though at first they serve to confuse him. However the oddities of his new body slowly become more familiar, or just irrelevant to him now. The rhythm of both hands, gripping, squeezing and pumping back and forth around his engorged equine shaft, is all that dominates the forefront of Luke's thoughts.Time begins to slow down for Luke's senses. His heartbeat seems to steady as the ceiling overhead darkens. His eyes shut and Luke grips hard as he awaits this blissfull moment to sweep him away. The explosive undercurrents swirling around inside his new, larger than life horse-issue testes demand escape. Luke's powerful new rod shakes and throbs powerfully, his strong hands the only things capable of holding on as its slick surface, plastered with pre-cum, leaps around between is digits.With a gut wrenching whinny followed by a deeper neigh he shoves his head back into the pillows at the far end of the bed, and his toes curl as his contract against the underside of the mattress. Suddenly white jets of stringy semen erupt from the head of his flaring cockhead, the glands around said fore bursting with new and wild sensations. Without even thinking Luke reaches up to grab where the top of his shaft is flaring, hoping to coax more of these delightful new carnal pleasures out of it. His fingers just get in the way and another burst of bountiful equine spunk splash back covering almost half of his body. As if trying to maintain control of a firehose with no previous experience, Luke tries his best to hold on, but the force of his new body's orgasm utterly overwhelms him. He clutches back on the bed as it complains underneath the wight of his writhing body. The giant python spearing up from between his loins carries on covering everything it can with his seed until it finally starts to slow down. Luke is gasping hard for fresh oxygen, face smeared white, as he comes down off the high of his first post-transformation ejaculation."Woah," he mouths after letting his new body recover in the afterglow. Running his hands over himself he scoops off handfuls of his own messy making. First test run done, now to try something more.