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"All Points Bulletin"

SUNRISE RESEARCH FOUNDATION

The continuing research in what Professor Haun has created, making as an art of cell diffraction through serum gestation. His success and leadership into this field has become a milestone in our research of animal husbandry.

We here wish to congratulate Miss Jane Pennyford of Devon, England and her outstanding work helping along our cause, while offering both comfort and aid to those willing to be volunteers.

Accordingly, and with the newest and thus far the brightest breakthrough yet, the Professor has begun a second study, this beginning with bovine diffraction. To aid with his high standards the foundation has since purchased our own farm in the northern regions of Scotland. We here and the Professor too would wish to offer of those interested to visit this new facility.

Our general manager there at the new Angus-Highland facility is a young and bright understudy of Professor Haun. George M. Dyle, a graduate of Northwestern University has a Masters degree in mathematics and accounting. His special interest in the ongoing research of cell diffraction stems form his being a volunteer, undergoing a viral stem cell implant, this correcting a cancerous thyroid gland. The wonderful success of this surgery and his remarkable recovery made him a true believer in the abilities of our founder, Professor Haun.

Since the purchase of the new facility Professor Dyle has begun to hand pick his staff from many outstanding students graduated in recent years. His motto seems quite succinct, "Ideology bares need of change, and thus to the enhancement of society, comes the encouraging of research and the enlightenment of greater knowledge"

We know that the outcome of adding this realistic and knowledgeable man to the foundation shall add increased production, as by introduction of those willing to become the benchmark of scientific research to a new level of awareness to their own presence of life, body, and future.

As of the Board of Trustees,

Sunrise Research foundation, Laboratory, and associated Farms.

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Pennyford Farms

Attn: Miss Jane Pennyford

RE: New Volunteer

Dear Miss Jane,

Last month I had a small parking lot collision with my sports car. The other driver in this accident was a middle aged man who by his own words stated he was down on his luck. He apologized for the incident, wanting to reimburse me of the damages, and pleaded with me not to call the authorities, less he be ticketed.

He was so down on himself, his very words suggested of a man close to considering suicide.

The continuing research warrants a ready supply of those wishing to aid science by their volunteerism. Thus, with the foundation in mind I declined the reimbursement, offering to this man an opportunity.

I invited him to come and visit the research facility at Appleton, as there I had planned for him to become another Dartmoor volunteer, as has David, Marge, and several others.

Kenneth K. Cockle came the very next day, visiting me and getting a whirlwind tour of the research labs and then presented with a monetary offer he felt great delight in accepting. A widower, having no children from the marriage, Kenneth was as prime a subject for entering the Dartmoor project as any I have seen in recent years.

His quick acceptance to become a paid volunteer came with the insistence that a prepayment of the salary to his creditors was paramount. Begrudgingly, a payment enough to rid him of debit was issued and thus he signed the contract adding him to a twenty year study of Dartmoor stem cell diffraction.

Then I needed to indoctrinate Kenneth with the belief he was the prime volunteer in a scientific study. His reaction was quite favorable, even when I announced he would become physically different, while not permanent, his body would increase in mass, changing many of the ways and things he would be called upon to do.

His delighted reaction suggested of someone being unbalanced mentally and this could cause problems in the future. I insisted he have some Psychotherapy, and from this I learned of his fantasy dream to become a horse.

The subject was decidedly willing to become a prodigy of scientific research, and had the delusional fantasy that becoming an animal and a horse would be to him as an enhancement.

After he met with our medical staff and received an authorization worthy to survive the Diffraction Cell Process, I sat down with him and we had quite a precise conversation.

I never yet have seen or met a person so intent upon his physical self destruction as this Kenneth. Once I informed him of how he would become a product of the Process, changing his species, and maybe totally encompassing him into the daily lifestyle of a Dartmoor pony; he astounded me with a smile and verbally spoke of wishing to begin the experiment A.S.A.P.

Oddly and out of character for me I began to describe the three phases he would encounter as his human body became equine.

Again I was addressing a man excited and nearly ecstatic about the prospect of his becoming equine, of the Dartmoor breed, a stallion, and also thrilled just thinking about his future being a stud animal used for breeding purposes.

Kenneth requested some items that to me seemed both proper and due to his reasoning, quite helpful to our mutual ends. His wish to be a dappled gray coloring, black mane and tail, black stockings; I assured him this was within the properties of the experiment. He also asked to see things in color, this I informed him was not likely to be available; as he astonished me by then declining to press the issue.

His request to be in total control of his faculties, mentally and physically, this seems authorized since he has accepted gladly the final outcome. He asked if when the experiment was completed if he had the choice of remaining as a stallion pony, possibly preferring to live his life as being in animal form.

The eager and excited way he readied himself to begin the first phase of the experiment was to say, outstanding!

I explained in detail the sensations and some differing levels of pain that he might expect. His response was of being agreeable, telling me the pains were worth the final outcome.

When the first injections brought on feverish feelings, Kenneth sat their laughing. As the two I.V. insertions filled his veins with the first level of Dartmoor Diffraction Serum, he watched with anticipation, talking and asking me questions about how he would learn to live as a pony.

As you might remember when I wrote to you about Daniel and how the soft tissue began his transition, this new process attests to change the upper regions of the host body. Kenneth noticed this right off, making slurred sounds as his lips thickened and mouth began its varied changes.

Kenneth was like a child playing in its crib, as if the serums were too strong for a middle aged human male to accept. He had me worried that this experiment might fail as he would become an imbecile, moron, or a totally ignorant animal.

I had a security camera placed to watch him as the phase I of the cell diffraction began. As his skin thickened, changing color tone to a deep black and with the first growth of pony hair, Kenneth just massaged his changing body, laughing hysterically. This humoristic reaction would seem to suggest my newest Dartmoor is a homo-erotic middle aged male, self oriented into narcissism as he is enjoying what he is becoming.

Most, if not all of those of our volunteers fought to retain some semblance of their humanity, wishing to grasp and hold on to something human less they be enticed by the sensual side of animalism to forget and slip all ties with what they were.

Kenneth is different from those others, because his future to him would appears brighter, as he desires heartily to become a Dartmoor stallion, rather than to remain human.

Although this is by social standards rather odd, it is to my plans and reasoning ways a perfect individual to enter the realm of animal experimentation. I note no suggestion of any paranoia, Kenneth is thrilled and enjoying the changes he sees. His warm and friendly attitude is shown as he takes delight upon showing me and his keeper the way his body is transitioning, acting almost like a child with a new toy.

Somewhat surprising to me the first phase of transition completed during his first week, this is exceptional! Kenneth parades around his cell-stall, enjoying the sensation of increased mass and the rearranging of muscles under his thicker hide. His skin color changed with remarkable speed. Then his body hair changed, transitioning with it some of the soft tissue body parts, things such as his ears, lips, nostrils, and of course his most needed male organs became that as of his new equine species.

His homo-erotic delight in fondling at his sheath becomes a sexual fantasy dream of when he will as a stallion pony, and be put to work as a stud breeder. This is the encompassing reason to him that drives Kenneth to want, and is his one true desire for living life. As do our stallions when alone and having passionate thoughts, Kenneth too invokes his new maleness to spew away what human semen his transitioning testicles can produce.

The male term of masturbation must be used now, as stallions do this often when alone. As the transitioning takes a more permanent grip upon the body and mind, I expect this new volunteer shall be even more willing a breeder than our now famous Prince Daniel.

I have discovered a difference in the way the serums react on Kenneth, his attitude tending toward an early acceptance of what he will become. Seeing and taking note of the normal mannerisms of someone infected with the serum, they are affected directly by their thinking process. In the case of Kenneth and his openly acceptance for becoming equine and as his chosen pony self, this spurs the serum to become more aggressive.

During the second week of his transitioning phase, Kenneth saw and seemingly again enjoyed as his chest muscles caused a narrowing of shoulders and began to add needed length to his neck. At first he found this delightful, thinking of his new lifestyle and walking on all fours. Yet, by that week's end his rump and rear became affected by the logic of change, forcing him to walk on numb hands and growing feet.

That lovely fantasy world had a few cracks in the golden walls when after a serum induced comatose sleep lasting nearly three days; Kenneth awoke to a new realization of being as an animal.

When delighting about the first phase of transition he would speak of his sensations, and once his lips thickened and he gained his muzzle, he would give a grin to show his satisfaction. Yet after the coma slumber he awoke to find his skull had transitioned, this stopping any and all human ways of expressing and or communicating.

This part of his changing species he found discomforting, and started to whimper and cry, these sounds becoming snorts and whinnies.

As if adding to his general sorrow, Kenneth discovered he had forelegs and his hands had met the transitioning serums, as they were upon his awakening suddenly as hoofs.

His next few days were quite cumbersome as he walked around in his stall circling, learning to prance, trot, and walk permanently upon four legs.

When Kenneth came to that one really painful discomfort, when the transition works its major effects upon human legs, my willing subject moaned and whinnied like some scared horse in a lightning storm.

Ringing of human muscles to transition into the crouch of having hind like legs and feet causes all a high level of pain. Some have a high threshold, while others, those who were larger people; they scream and show their lack of tolerance to pain.

Cramps and what many call as a Charlie-horse in leg muscles, run ripples of change into muscles growing every hour to become equine in their configuration. This is where the agony brings on thought patterns of winning or defeat. Kenneth lost his fantasy dream at this point, crying and begging to be delivered from the hellish few hours until his legs and feet became totally equine. Once finished he stood up, walking on his new formed legs and with the posture of an equine, his mind working, he would occasionally trip, catch himself before falling, and then look around wondering if anyone had noticed.

Kenneth wanted to be what he was by then on a fast track to become. The physical differences were exciting and foreboding at the same time. While he had fantasized for a long time about being equine and maybe as the dappled gray pony he was becoming, there were some human abilities he now lacks that his lust dream never took into consideration.

The drastic changes to how he could communicate his inner feelings, wants and the needs of his changed body confronted him as a major problem. His desire for what was most sensual about becoming a stallion and then at stud, this he tried and felt as his foremost lack of ability. As his having forelegs that were composed with the usage of locomotion in purpose, did not nor could not reach to touch and stroke his enhanced male organ.

Kenneth spent many a waking hour trying to touch what his equine bodily nature would not allow. He stood sweating as if having run a mile, straining to have cohort ability to bring on a fierce erection, wanting to masturbate away his growing sense of sensual and sexual equine instincts. When with many failed tries I thought it best to communicate to him with a video of how a stallion masturbates. His seeing this brought him to understand, and with the viewing of how a horse would find relief, his human intellect rationalized how the sensual act could be accomplished.

There is a major mental difference in the actual heightening of the sexual act when hands are no more, and arms can not bend correctly. I find it enjoyable when watching Kenneth learn to concentrate his mind in the effort to become erect, then working his abdominal muscles to lift the elongated shaft to touch his rounded belly. He has some wild sensation as the expanded tip of the urethra is tantalized by coming in contact his belly hairs.

The release of his sheath and lower abdominal muscle causes the down swing of his shaft to slap at his hocks, this stimulating another strained lifting until the organ is again tickled. Unlike horses in general, Kenneth needs to do this more than twenty times, at which he generates an orgasm and spews his mighty load.

This I am sure you know of all so well, but in the case study of our Kenneth it should be considered when he breeds; his human desire for sensuality will stand in the way of a quick and shortened time of mounted enthusiasm. To put it in the colonial, Kenneth should relish the mounting, thrill to thrust, enjoy the sensations, and want to do his act several times until feeling sated and weary from the physical exertion.

As did the others that entered the base realm of animal husbandry, all find the usual enjoyments of having a tail and flaunting naked bodies before timid human eyes. Kenneth did the same but with his fantasy delight for becoming as an equine animal he did not give any thoughtful worry over having a bowel movement or urinating in public. I have watched him as he entered his third phase of physical and mental adjustment. His timing seems as if planed when with people nearby he lets go one or the other; as if in some humoring way he wants to disturb those that are as yet human.

Kenneth like to play his mental games using his male erections, bowel movements and a swat of a tail to taunt those who work keeping a animal from illness caused by its general disconcerted concern over hygiene.

Four weeks from the day Kenneth sat on the examination table in my laboratory, he now stands as a handsome adaptation of one mature male Dartmoor stallion pony. As of his realization of self is increased by a natural conformation equal to none of our other ponies created thus far!

Kenneth is one very happy equine individual, having come through the times of pain and agonizing longings, he is ready and more than willing to breed, but will need some visual orientation, therefore I suggest he be utilized as if an inferior stallion, and then allowed to watch Prince Daniel go through his ritual of breeding a mare.

I am absolutely sure Kenneth knows how a stallion works his magic upon a mare, covering her, and then working his maleness in the fashion of a stallion true. He has some lack of contemplating such acts now, and needs the intrusion of watching it done before he can rationally repeat the act himself.

Please do expect the shipment of Kenneth my nearest stallion Dartmoor in three days.

Sincerely Yours,

Professor Haun

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Sunrise Research

To: Professor Haun

RE: Kenneth Earl of Devonshire

Dear Sir,

Our many recent disagreements and my general growing apprehension as my farm receives those coaxed into living their life as a long term, base specimen of a study in animal husbandry, I am amazed at this our new prospect now named as Kenneth Earl of Devonshire.

The others and even including Prince Daniel, when stepping off the cargo plane they stood for a moment and gave consideration to what they were and where they were to live. Some became skittish, bucking and kicking, frantic at the though of living life as do a pony, mare or stallion, wondering if they would ever return to their homeland again. Each one tends to rationalize their place in the lifestyle of being as first an animal and secondly in equine surroundings; they all relax and let slip their bonds with humanity.

Prince Daniel and his friends of Marge and Lilly have become so accustom to their daily regimen of lifestyle as ponies they rarely make any suggest to wish they were otherwise. Daniel during these two years has fostered seven hundred plus foals, each showing signs of increase attention span, a higher level of intelligence, and what is totally different, they seem to understand and think rationally.

The strange genital affliction which frustrated Prince Daniel was overcome by the application of your penis builder salve. As you suggested of its properties, the applications increased girth and added some few inches in length to what our prize stallion already was proud. I suspect his change in demeanor toward mares in general was due to the side effects caused from your salve.

Since the application of that salve Prince Daniel is rough and shows a dominant attitude, even toward his first love Marge. He is so wrought of sexual lust that he got his urethra stuck in a knothole, this causing him injury and pain.

His mental factors I tested while he was healing, leaving him in his stall for three days without the company of a mare tended him to think and try to communicate. Yet after six days in his stall I had but one agitated and sexually aroused stallion. He stands and masturbates fourteen times each day, blowing exceedingly larger loads, as your salve had an effect on the testicle growth.

Although Prince Daniel is in stance a proper twelve hands high Dartmoor stallion, his maleness is more in proportion to a fifteen hand high draft horse. In actual working ability Prince Daniel has grown and is not able to fit his enhanced shaft into Marge or any other pony size of mare.

This frustrates him and me as well, his male organ being to much longer and of greater girth is better suited for larger mares; this requiring him to stand on a crate when mounted and breeding.

Therefore, I have put Kenneth Earl of Devonshire as to replace our overly enhanced prime stud. The stud register for Kenneth is near full after his first week here, and for the remained of this calendar year.

As you mentioned in your lengthy letter, Kenneth has his fantasy dream come true and with a changed perspective he is a happy and willing to learn stallion wanting to be a good and fruitful stud.

Happily,

Miss Jane Pennyford

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(All names of those used in this story are a fantasy, noen of these people were really transformed, and sorry to say the process mentioned here in is knowingly not available on the open market)

Pennyford Farms

To: Miss Jane Pennyford

RE: Marjorie Andrews

Dear Miss Pennyford,

I am a private investigator hired by the Andrews family, their daughter Marjorie was feared kidnapped while residing a S.W.M.U.

Her disappearance and no ransom note suggested Marjorie might still be alive, and maybe working as part of a long term drug reaction study for the Sunrise Research Foundation. The corporate records kept in Lansing, Michigan USA, shows this foundation has moved out of state.

Upon a through investigation the information suggests she is indeed an essential part of a drug study, and working for you at Pennyford Farms.

Since her disappearance nearly three years ago, the University was plagued by a large number of other students leaving and seemingly vanishing off the face of the earth. My investigation has concluded that of the thirty one students that up and vanished, nineteen names are directly connected to your farm. Due to these undeniable facts I would enjoy hearing from you, explaining and/or informing me of the whereabouts of these people listed below.

Marjorie Andrews .......................................Samuel Conor

Daniel Simmons .........................................Beth Lynn Sills

Jane Farr ....................................................Timothy Mathews

James Farr .................................................Carl Boss

Tye Bartholomew ......................................John Boss

Lindy (Lilly) Tyler ......................................Kenneth Boss

Anna Pent .................................................Morris Jones

Joseph Louis .............................................Mrs. Tina Jessup

Then of these there are three part time students with no families, orphans, placed at the university by Michigan Social Services. Their names being, Patricia Emmons, Corinth Peters, and Antonio Pirellis, as these being wards of the state, their disappearance is questioned by the authorities, having wants and warrants posted with sizeable rewards posted.

Please do write me, and so doing I will keep the information confidential, alerting the state through other than direct means. However the Andrews family is quite succinct, requiring information on, and photos of their daughter.

Sincerely,

Fox Mulder

Mulder Investigation

F.B.I. Retired

Reading the letter and legal notice of so many who were reported as missing and or disappeared, Miss Jane began to rifle her own files looking for as many of the names as she might find.

Hours later she sat staring at a long list, all nineteen were each an exceptional working part of her farm and the on going research into refining the Dartmoor breed of pony.

Marge, she being once as Marjorie Andrews had entered the research experiment early on, having met Daniel Simmons, he since known to the public as Prince Daniel. Marge and Daniel found more than a personal satisfaction from becoming prime parts of a long term experiment; they were married, in only in a hooky ceremonial manner, a stallion pony and his choice mare.

During the past three years she was with foal two, Daniel excelling as expected, he becoming a prime stallion at stud and fostered almost two hundred foals into being.

Daniel's mother Sybil knew of the research program, of the Professor, and of Sunrise Research Foundation. Her own husband having a nervous breakdown, and when institutionalized, they there gave him into the custody of an E.L. Haun, Professor of Bio-gene-therapy.

She sat down and began typing out a letter on her computer, stopping after seeing the compiled inventory of what she had originally agreed and later became a part to the disappearance of nineteen people.

Marjorie Andrews became Marge, a brood mare of the Dartmoor

Daniel Simmons became Prince Daniel, stallion Dartmoor (Stud)

Jane Farr became Janie', a brood mare Dartmoor pony

James Farr became Jamie, a brood mare Dartmoor pony

Tye Bartholomew became Bartholomew, a Dartmoor stallion (Sold)

Lindy (Lilly) Tyler became Lilly, a brood mare Dartmoor pony

Anna Pent became Petals, a brood mare Dartmoor pony

Joseph Louis became Louie, a teaser stallion, Russian Bashkir

Samuel Conor became Connie, a brood mare Dartmoor pony

Beth Lynn Sills became Silly, a brood mare, Exmoor pony (Sold)

"The Triplets"

Carl Boss became Carlos a riding mount, gelded Peruvian Paso

John Boss became Bossy, pet, Charolais Experiment now a cow

Kenneth Boss un-named, Przewalski Experiment, stallion, (Zoo'ed)

Timothy Mathews became Mattie, a brood mare Dartmoor pony

Morris Jones became Morris, a stallion, Exmoor Experiment (Sold)

Mrs. Tina Jessup became Jess, a stallion, Fjord Experiment (Dead)

Patricia Emmons became Patty, a brood mare, Dartmoor pony

Corinth Peters became Cory, a brood mare, Dartmoor pony

Antonio Pirellis became Tony, gelded, Suffolk Punch, Draft, (Dead)

Of all her volunteers ten became as mares, some changing their original gender, and unknown maybe to those how had their gender changed, were then permanently ponies for the rest of their lives.

Those that chose long term research volunteer grants found themselves as almost permanent ponies, they residing as what they became for a twenty year posting.

The Professor had his humor with some, not only changing men into mares, but Misses Jessup was put into the first of the Fjord experiments. She upon discovering her change of species and then gender, becoming as a Fjord breed of draft pony, then as a stallion, she died from frustration during a breeding session.

The three some, triplets all at the university, each had according to the professor a lusty desire for being zoophile's, he gave them what they loved and wanted most. Carlos found enjoyment becoming Miss Jane's favorite riding mount. She rode him every morning at dawn for an hour, returning him to the stales, and placed him into the leased stud program.

Brother Kenneth did not have his name changed, but having shown a lusty desire for being wild and brutal, the Professor tried his first experiment of the Przewalski horse. It was a major break through while Ken accepted his posting as a stallion placed in a zoo. Since he was assigned the population of Przewalski horses has increased, offering many foals to other animal housing organizations.

John had a fetish for cows, suggesting the Professor tried his first bovine experiment, successfully transitioning the young man in species and gender. He became happily a Charolais breed of beef cattle and a cow. He is kept more as a pet around the Pennyford farm, remaining for his first full year as a virgin. Then feeling her second onslaught of estrus, bossy jumped the fence, finding a bull needing a cow, and mated, this assuredly damning her to remain as a cow, permanently.

Tony became first a stallion Suffolk Punch draft horse, but was too enthusiastic with his mares, rupturing two and causing their deaths. He was deemed by the local animal health board as rank, ordered to be gelded, the realization caused him to sorrow and die.

Bartholomew was a Dartmoor stallion I received propositioned by another farm from northern parts of Ireland, as they paid a huge sum, wanting a young stallion for breeding purposes.

Morris became an excellent and very willing stallion of the Exmoor breed. My cousin owns a nearby farm, he purchased my only Exmoor stud, planning extensive breeding, and trying to enhance his own Exmoor stock.

Beth renamed as Silly, a very happy young female Exmoor mare, arrived and I sold her to the cousin the same day. She was as excited as a mare in spring when she learned of Morris being her prime stud, he and she had dated at the university; all this according to records supplied by the Professor.

Joe, renamed as Louis, mentioned his Russian heritage and the Professor having a humoristic moment tried the Russian Bashkir formula. A Chestnut Bay colored fourteen hand high pony as was bred in the Urals Bashkiria, he excels as a saddle pony, but is quite brutal when trying to mate. It is with the hope of his ultimate return to his former life that he is used as a teaser stallion, and helps us know how a mare will react to the tempting ways of a stallion.

These were Miss Jane's notations on most of those mentioned upon the investigator's long list. She thought to confess and write him with what information she had on those who from greed for money, became to lose their link with humanity.

Yet doing such would soon have her and many on that farm incarcerated, jailed, and after a length and embarrassing trial, likely all would spend many years in prison. The embarrassment to her family was bad enough, but knowing the religious ethics of her country, it was quite likely all of those so changed would be killed.

She sat crying in her private office, gazing occasionally to her one wall safe, there in was held a vial sent by the Professor for just such a situation. His offering of permanent autonomy was for her to swallow the contents of the vial, fly to the USA, and there travel to a farm near Newberry, Indiana.

A slow action serum, Miss Jane would find her retirement as a Haflinger pony mare, becoming a brood breeder animal for the rest of her natural life.

The thought of such a prospect made her shudder, losing all she owned, and given then to living as a common animal, in a strange place, it was to her a very last resort!

Miss Jane contacts another famous scientist in the field of animal husbandry, seeking out a Doctor DeBiron; he living on a private south sea island. She offers him to take Prince Daniel and his harem of changeling mares. Pleading for him to take them, she makes no charge, asking only that he make all shipping arrangements.

His response is more than she expects, sending her a cashier check amounting to a cool, $8,000,000.

This is for her money to run away and hide, her farm is soon stripped of its pony stock. She gives all the employees a six month severace check, offering some the option to accompany the stock to live in the warmth of a south sea island.

"MEANWHILE, in the USA, the first news of this long running defaning of humanity is just coming under the questioning eyes of one a professional news reporter.

Dutch Rooster is writing the personal episodes of those, and by those who were a real part in an experiment that shall never be in the moral interest of humanity."

Sixty months, is as five years to a being alive and living your life, as some people gifted themselves, they wanting to help in advancement of science; it is of those who finally returned to their previous lifestyle, that I now can tell of their stories.

As for those lucky few, they were the volunteers, I dedicate my report.

Remarkable tales we shall enlighten you of as we shall speak to those who are returning, hearing from their human lips the recants, that until recently echoed inside the skulls and minds of animals.

In as much we are thrilled for those who were allowed their chance to return to what they were. Although, many others remain on to this day a prisoner and slave to their own bodies, they live their lives from inside, within the forms of animals. As from the experiments carried on by Sunrise Research Foundation, and of they who volunteered, under the guise of propositions of wealth and furthering their education, each found instead a loss of their humanity. All of those who entered willingly into being pawns in these experiments became in physical forms to look exactly and totally as if born an animal. Each was indoctrinated verbally, and living under equally bestial conditions, learned to exist as do animals, gathering food, tending to bodily needs, and for many becoming enticed by instincts into breeding, as mating with animals of their kind, many who were as they, just volunteers!

I am a news reporter, this was my breaking story one evening, and it continues to unfold.

Thinking of what someone must feel, the degrading of their humanity, becoming as farm animals, pets, or laboratory specimens, I dug into their separate stories, to inform the public of a crime against humanity itself, and for to honor the memory of those that never returned from being a volunteer.

This is Dutch Rooster reporting from his spacious home nestled in the Midwest. We have come here to learn from a mother of her son, he became the first so called willing volunteer for science.

As she informed us, her son Daniel, a freshman student at a university located in the southwest corner of Michigan, answered an advertisement offering students money to volunteer.

Professor Haun, a Bio-Scientist working on gene enhancement theory, gave Daniel an interesting offer, a five year contract for his volunteer work, paying $3,000 per a month to him or his parents, all for his involvement as being the prime subject in an experiment.

Daniel became the first injected with the "Homo-Equine-Dartmoor serum." This radical formula was a product of Gene/D.N.A. experimentation, and according to the test monitor, the goal of this project would blend a human with equine enhanced qualities. The final result expected the volunteer to become as breeding stock; and from the offspring would come a new breed of extremely intelligent animals.

Daniel was not told about the transitioning phase, his loss of human form, and the becoming as only partially equine, as expected for the sixty month testing.

As we have learned the test parameters went beyond the planned results, this changing Daniel physically in body; he then forced to accept what became the radical enhancements. What began as a promising college student physically changed, Daniel transitioned of species, becoming as a matured Dartmoor stallion pony.

His first knowledge of the change was put into a long letter, addressed to his dear Mother. In it, he told of his changes, many in explicit and distinct detail, explaining of his many physical changes, of the urges and from them the effects on his sexual desires; and his meeting with another like him, a girl named Marge.

Marge Andrews was before this a student as well but from her personal life had many points of stress. She wanted to make a difference, wishing to leave a mark in world history. The propositioning suggested, she sign for a twenty contract. As her test experiment was of similar to the one offered on a shorter duration to Daniel. Her problems with life inspired Marge to welcome changing species as from a dim future she actually had hope to become a Dartmoor brood mare.

She was a person lusty for life, since Marge being orphaned from birth had no family and was offered a very handsome contract for her part in the experiment and testing. It was after her coming to meet with Daniel, and aiding him with writing letters to his mother, telling how from the strange inbreeding of instincts he became mentally perverted, wishing his situation to be as then permanent, and remaining his for entire life as being a pony stallion and stud.

Daniel told of his plans and from the letters written by Marge for him due to the physical degrading; she found someone wanting to fulfill her need for love, they then being on the same kind, they were to be married and live as stallion and mare until death.

The many letters that were followed the first stunning recant of a young man becoming enthused with a plan to ruin his future, only filled his sorrowful parents with remorse and then purely parochial attitude of disgust.

As the ability to write faded from Daniel quite soon on, as his hands changed to become hoofs, Marge took over the writing of letters to home. Letters filled with a young man experiencing something he at least thought as a great adventure. A truly remarkable person with his intelligence he used the right foreleg and hoof with exceptional dexterity. This he would write out in the loose sand of his corral what he wanted Marge to tell those back home.

Later in my conversations with Sybil Simmons, she the mother of Daniel was not without many tears. She told of a disgruntled husband, the father of Daniel, he being a salesman and good provider for his family. He having read the letters from Daniel, became more than upset, angered that his own son would spurn his humanity and heritage; wishing rather to meet life as a low animal, being a stud and sire for mares, beasts, and from his letters he thought this to be his heart's desire. He, then wrote his son an appalling short letter, disinheriting him, chiding and in as much cursing his only son to truly become, learn of, and know what it is to be and live as is a beast.

I was surprised to read how he cursed his only son, telling him he had sunken to be as are the beasts of the field.

Then later after his nervous breakdown, and through the conferring of doctors at the asylum and those at the university, Mr. Simmons was himself disinherited by those in government, placing him in the custody of one Professor Haun, he the patent owner of the horrific Homo-Equine-Dartmoor and also Exmoor Transitional Reformation serums.

Some months after entering the testing group, Mr. Simmons joined his son in species, being of a different breed, becoming instead a dark brown colored Exmoor pony. He was too a stallion and sent to England, and once there went through the auction process, humiliated, he knew of what he was, then purchased as if a real animal. His rational understanding had returned halfway through his second phase of transition; this left him to fully realize his lowered state. He knowing became as a breeder pony of a farm near where his son resided.

At the Exmoor stud it was his duty to work as is called an inferior stallion; for his first full year he was not allowed to actually mate with a mare; but helped with testing mares coming into estrus and of their willingness to be bred.

As explained to me, such a rouge stallion is held behind a fence but allowed to sniff and excite the mare. The stable's groom makes visual notes how the mare reacts toward accepting the attention of a stallion.

Once this was accomplished the poor rouge stud, was removed to his stall, there he is allowed his privacy, as do male equines he had to masturbate himself into a relative sense of calm.

In the daily life of any animal comes the learning about new and or unexpected events, this being similar to even a human. In the case of those who became as animals, they found themselves in a strange environment. Imagine living with those that are rational and have an understanding mind. Then you are thrown in with those that live by brute muscle, instincts, and learned patterns. You on the other hand will try to communicate with them from a level of understanding they could never reach. Worse yet, the other do not react to your overture of peace with a equally kind manner. Animals are brutes, using their body as a language, showing little if any kindness or consideration for young, old, small, or big.

Head to head, face to face they stand, as those who are as changelings, and their counterparts; they who were born as beasts, being ignorant and liking it that way.

Brutal are animals, biting, kicking, knowing feelings of jealousy, domination, and anger; as religion points out as coming from sin entering the world.

As from this way of life the father of Daniel did himself succumb to the mental degrading, and physical lusts of becoming an animal. This acceptance is not without the great cost, as linked by the sexual side effects, any and all chance for regaining his lost human form was denied.

Those additional letters and memos between the Foundation and those at the Exmoor farm were written with crude humor about the daily life of a man who was the father to a Dartmoor stallion and prime stud, going by the name of "Prince Daniel."

It is for Daniel and his situation a Mother cried herself to sleep.

Daniel at last accounting was the sire (father) of more than one thousand foals during his years as stud and stallion. He remains to this day mentally active, alert, and knowing himself, his history, the first true love Marge, and remembers his Mother; as she now resides near her son much of the year.

Keep tuned in for other reports, some from me and others now interviewing those who were fortunate enough to have signed short contracts.

Many thanks for the letters received from you, our readers. It seems that from the response we received, the public was just as surprised to discover about these special grants of government funds, and the experiments done on our newest generation.

Two very different styles of letters were received, most from those appalled by the lack of control our government enforces on those who act against the common man. These and the main volume of letters mentioned a concern for the brave youthful people who would risk their very lives to better science.

Although we did receive some angry letter from people who if they had known of this experiment; they would have paid dearly to become a willing part; as if wanting to leave humanity and be as animals.

I will address my reporting to the concerned letters which some from parents of those placed in long or short term contracts. All of those who dare to speak out considered the news of my reporting as, informative, and helping society to evaluate what is science and or untamed fantasy.

I talked at length with one such young man, his name is plainly Kenneth, as telling his last name would inspire some to show their lack of understand and a general indignant attitude.

As from our inquest of these experiments, those who have reached the term limits, and quite a few who remain as captive of a demeaning lifestyle, these are at last being released from confinement. Kenneth, a student at college was short on cash; his continued schooling would have come to a standstill, if not for discovering the alluring earnings offered as a volunteer.

In dire need for money, he signed a contract, volunteering his body and sixty months of life to be an active participant in a risky scientific experiment.

He was just at the age of twenty when this young man entered thru doors of the Sunrise Research facility. After five years of mental terror, he is just recently been reinstated to humanity. The radical transitioning completed, he walked away from his nightmare, a free man of twenty-five years old; but carrying the mental baggage of remembering how he existed for five long years.

When he entered the experiments he had some late puberty growth spurts that enhanced the experiment for him. As he was old enough by law to bind his contract, he had a body still growing, maturing, and willing to gain mass.

He told me of seven separate injections, these began the process the professors called "Species Transitional Reformation."

The title suggests exactly as what occurred; it forced his young body into a realm of species change. Ken and his experiment should have directed him into the equine testing, as it did with our last subject, Daniel.

Instead he was placed into an experiment using a revolutionary Proton ray, its function being to rearrange, and blend a subjects D.N.A. with animal aspects, making his or her body conform more completely into a new and enhanced species.

It was from an argument between the managing professor, a nurse, and one test subject already standing as a male Angora goat, and Ken.

During a short quarrel the Proton Ray discharged, directing a wide beam engulfing the goat, nurse, and Kenneth. Lucky for him he was to the farthest side of the beam. This granted some protection from the unwarranted strength remaining within the beam since its last monitoring adjustments made after the recent cleaning.

Almost instantly the goat and nurse vaporized, their D.N.A. and Gene patterns enveloped in, and dissolved by the Ray and its force.

Standing near the ending force of the ray, Ken became the unwilling recipient of two complete additional D.N.A. patterns. This reacted with the Species Transitional Reformation serum injections, blending, and causing his body to radically change beyond any normal parameters, as he literally evolved into a totally new species.

When he awoke it was more than six weeks after the situation began. He found himself held in a dark cell, away from the eyes of those who needed not to know of him and what happened.

As Ken tells it his awakening was not without some terror, he was willingly ready to become as did Daniel, but found this not to be the case for him.

Awakening, he sat up and set on the side of his cot. A mind and brain feeling as if full of cotton, similar to the morning after syndrome of a wild new year's eve.

A deep breath made him instantly aware of his newly grown breasts, "CC" in size, but covered over with a sensual and soft to the touch golden color and coating of hair.

Seeing his change, he went to stand up and losing his balance, fell back on the cot. Stunned, scared, he lay there collecting his thoughts, trying to calm himself, only to sit up again, this time taking inventory of what had happened.

His new formed breasts were just the tip of the iceberg. As hands having long fingers, they too being coated in short golden hairs, as he smoothed them down the length of sleek and sexually lusting body.

His reporting of the sensation we can not describe in the open news, but to suggest of increased desire for sensuality, the female parts of his body reacted in animalistic fashions.

Jumping up, staggering his stance, Ken stood upright, feeling and seeing his legs. Longer than those he walked in upon, thighs those of a female human but from the knees down he had legs, feet, and cloven hooves like those of that Angora goat, only larger.

Seeing all this having happened, he was changed of species and gender, becoming not a pure animal, certainly not a human, but a mix breed. If anything could be suggested as a breed, he or rather she stood as a mythical satyr woman.

As breathing increased from his fear, the sensation of being both female and of goat taunted him into mental patterns of bestial lust.

Ken tells in vivid detail of a guard coming with his meal tray. The man entered the cell expecting to find the inmate sleeping or sedated. In this case he or she was wide awake and jumped up, did struggle with the man, sending him to the floor. In simple words, Ken raped the guard! So frantic was Ken, shreds of her victim's clothing stuck to fingers, as each of them bared by then sharp growing hooflets. They struggled, but with one glace into the glistening yellow golden eyes of Ken, a trance like state enveloped the man, forcing him to obey and consent to anything at all wanted by Ken as the two mutually entered into mating.

Once the act was completed, the trance faded away, this allowed the guard escape. Naked he fled the cell, locking it shut, and trying to return to his duties. As if from tales woven of those so molested by a Satyr and especially one of the female gender, because the sexual encounter overwhelmed the guard, as he found himself in a cell across from Ken. The serum carries a residual flux reaction, infecting those who would have sexual relations too soon after the transition process is begun and is defined.

Ken tells me that at the time his changing mind and attitudes toward humans, men mostly, had him thinking of them as things of pleasure.

Sprouting horns made Ken look the part, white they were, growing out of his cranium. Spiral horns, needle pointed, they were as much a weapon, to force men into becoming a sexual partner.

Taking to singing, Ken made the male guards swoon as they kept a watch over him and his soon to be male partner.

The guard being of an older age, matured in life and body found his change to goat and satyr extremely painful and immorally mind bending, it was too much for him to bear, as he committed suicide in his cell.

Ken was removed from the cell often for testing and further experiments. Chained like some bull in a rodeo, she was given a nose ring, while then her arms and legs were shackled tightly, allowing only small movements.

Like those creatures of myth, Ken grew a tail and became a lusty form of mix as part goat and woman. She would wiggle her tail, flaunting her large breasts, and a body just aching for the chance to mate with anything of the male gender.

After a board of review considered him as a threat to the safety and deemed him to be infectious, they literally sold what he became to a plantation in the western portion of Brazil. They rationalized this as better in the minute of their meeting, as it offered continuation of life for Ken and a way to cover over mistake and accident, eliminating any likely suits for liability.

Dehumanized, humiliated, Ken found her new self sold as one does livestock, she was to become a herding Sheppard, working livestock in very rural areas. It was there she lived day by day, eating by learning to graze as did those she herded.

As with those who from drink or stupidity got too close, she did as before, molesting them to the limits of sensual endurance. Her infectious Satyress vaginal juices caused physical aberrations upon men or even women, some loved the results, as others thought it a curse from Hell, but who were tainted paid a dear price.

Those who found real joy from the resulting abnormalities that prevailed in their genitals and loins, went back several times for more pleasuring with Ken; known her there as Candy. As from the additional contact between two consenting partners, the men found themselves becoming more as goats, and over a period of time became as male goats used by the plantation locals as breeding stock.

Then there were those who after seeing their genitals transition from human or those found properly on a male goat; these men felt it was a curse. They were incited to anger, and as if a side effect of a high adrenalin discharge, a frantic desire for a want of brutal and or beastly sex forced them to try an violate either men or women.

I am of a mindset that some actually wanted to become as beasts, as all began acting quite similar to be as brutes.

Similarly, a few women of the Lesbian ways approached Candy (Ken). Thinking they forced her to do as told, each woman discovered that which became in contact with infectious bodily liquids were soon a playful sex toys of their supreme sensual leaded.

When Ken was at last discovered and corral into safekeeping, she turned once again to Ken did give an affectionate wave good bye to her sensual harem; leaving them to herd animals and act as lusty beasts themselves.

Since our investigation helped Ken return to his former life, and coming back to live here in the USA, has now with his contracted funds, enter again the human society.

It must take some toll, mental, physical, and moral. As for anyone to be transitioned and become as an animal, some cost of personal self must be part of the price.

As a recent release from the clutches of Sunrise Research, is a young woman, who having exceeded the time limit set by contract has regained her freedom. In accounting in details of her internment, she tells about the staff and their humoristic remarks tells much of those unprofessional ethics that seemed to abound at Sunrise Research Foundation.

Today saw the release of Beth, obviously feeling humiliated about her recent past, she could not care to face reporters from the National Inquirer, knowing of their lurid and suggesting questions. Instead, she thought of a way to leave, using the freight dock entrance, did slip away without even myself taking notice.

Beth is now in her late twenties, her facial appearance showing signs of aging normally found on women twice her age; this due to the skin weathering from an exceedingly long term as part of the experiment. Although returned to human form, her physical self retained some of the amenities associated with having been an animal.

Later in the day I did talk with her by phone, and after some considerable argument, she agreed to give me an interview. I had to reassure her of my professionalism as a reporter of facts which make the real news. She listened to me plead why her story needed to be told, reminding the forgetful public of on going atrocities; and in as much to alert those who might think of doing the same.

Word by word this is the accounted story of Beth, as she became human fodder for a sadistic professor and science.

"My name is Beth, and I entered the Experiment volunteer program only because of the alluring amounts of money they offered. When first accepting their offer, and having my own plans for the money they promised to pay; it would have bettered my future, considerably!

Once I signed my name on the dotted line, the attitude changed, as those whom seemed friendly saw me then as simple property. Within the first hour I found myself stripped of clothing, poked and prodded by people saying they were doctors and the like.

Soon enough I found myself lay across some wooden rack, my arms pointed to the floor and strapped into place. Face down; my head too became immobilized, strapped into a chin up, as leather cupped it, holding me in an uncomfortable manner.

My waist lay over the far end of that rack, as straps drew my thighs up tighter forward, almost hugging my abdomen, as legs were stretched back, and feet placed in some steel container.

I would ask what this was all about but those working on me and around me remained quiet, ignoring me as if again, I was then just something of a piece of property. Indeed I felt like my life had turned from one of being and individual, becoming as if a cog in the machinery of science.

Uneasy about my situation, feeling a chill, a shivered and goose pimple spread just everywhere. It was a middle aged woman, maybe she was a nurse, I never found out, but her seeing me as so uncomfortable, did talk to me.

She was the only person there who announced to me that my life was soon to change. The testing soon to commence, would as she put it, transition by cell structure, asserting upon me the total form one an animal, as such I was to become a Donkey.

The realization of a blatant fact, I as a human being and form would be cellular wise transitioned, making of what me an animal, and then used as are animals for drug testing; this only added to my sense of terror.

I struggled hard at my bonds wishing to be released, wanting to forget what I signed, and asked repeatedly for them to stop processing me, as I wished to go home.

My pleading was met with a monster syringe; it jammed into my breasts, first the right one and then the left. They swelled instantly, becoming painful. As if adding insult to my injury, the two that were Doctors and nurse, all in one swoop poked me with injections.

One went in my buttock, another shot into my vagina, the others went into a shoulder, and the final was the worst as it reached up inside one nostril of my nose. To their sudden attack I let out a scream and then feeling dull of feelings, becoming limp, I blacked out.

When first I awoke out of my shock, opening the eyes slowly, I peeked out cautiously.

Standing and supported about the waist by a wide leather strap, I found myself trussed up in an odd position. My arms were shackled about the wrists, held high above my head, as other chains kept me from wandering or taking anything more than a step at all.

Feeling every so queasy, my stomach growling like I had nothing to eat for some amount of time. My head ached, and felt oddly heavy. My vision seemed blurry, except when those working around me came within, say twenty feet or closer.

When any of them did come close they smiled, chuckled, or laughed out right at my predicament. To this I tried to speak and tell them of my insult from all they had done, but words and speech ability was gone.

Straining then to make any sound that told these people how I felt, my screams took on a familiar tone.

Dragging in a breath across dull and funny feeling vocal cords made this horrendous, squealing screech of a long drawn out HEEEEEEE!

As terrible it sounded even to me, I exhaled upon hearing it and again the vocal cords took to vibrating, sending forth a ragged sound as on long Haw, sound.

My lack of the ability to speak made me excited and for the next few hours I continuously made the natural donkey call, Hee-Haw, Heeeee-Haw, and so on until my throat became sore.

Thinking about it and how I might have thought to check out my physical form, the screaming filled my brain with primal patterns, I thought on simple things.

Feeding time happened when the one older nurse came close holding a large baby bottle filled with yellow colored milk. As she held it up high I reached my head to it, lips reaching as would a donkey for its delights.

Wrapping my lips about the large nipple I worked them as one might fingers, squeezing the milky substance into my hungry mouth.

It was my first round of subconscious training as for some years to come I would use my lips as to gather in grass, hay, and grain. The learning process was aided by my lips expanding, thickening as my mouth and jaw lengthened into the head of a true donkey.

At certain times my mind became quite alert; allowing me as I stood there to take some inventory of how my body was changing. My stance was first and easy to see, as seeing black hoofs that replace toes and hands; this made me cry.

Blurry eyes, tears streaming down my transitioning face, I strained to look down, wanting to remember my self as I was once, human.

My gaze only added to a feeling of dread when I saw hoofs, then fetlock bones and joints, all proper for a donkey to walk and run. My feet gained length, yet narrowed to shaft bone and tendons, as on it the skin had turned black and sprouted dark hairs.

Seeing this brought anxious suggestive thoughts, this urging me to react by kicking and trying to stomp my hoofs on the floor. Those few that hit solid ground, sounded as if it were something nice, a made pattern of this in my thoughts.

A good morning announcement from one of the doctors awakened me; as he thought to explain some of what I would soon experience. His considerate manners and short speech made me anxious, becoming then excited, and turned to sounding off with a long stream of Hee-Haws.

This made him scoff and laugh at me, telling me that my volunteering' was just beginning. They, the doctors there had decided to test on me their "Reformation Drug" coupled with a newer virus, together they would arrange my cell structure not just to that of an animal and Donkey, but in addition change my gender as well.

As according to the Professor and his plan for me, I was to be the first in an experiment sponsored by the Army. In their need for vital inside information they wanted to send in spies that would never be subject to suspicion. They real and only way for this to come to pass was if a soldier could transition species, entering into the trust of a terrorist ring by being as some beast of burden, or a prized horse, and maybe even a pet, such as a dog, donkey, goat, or like such.

They should retain their intellect as this was necessary to report of what they had seen and heard. They need was to test this upon me, but during my testing the maniacal ideals of those who monitored the trails became the real test of how even our side treated those who really stood degraded before all.

His plan was multifaceted, the first and their primary goal was to witness how I either accepted my total transfer from human to animal, or if I went into denial, how would I then think. He had the plan to face me with a terrible realization, faced with the ferocity of changing species, and maybe worse, a change of gender, but form it being totally free to react, being I would be as a male animal and a stud.

The third item the doctors wanted to learn was if my mental awareness might be preserved after I changed sex, becoming a Jackass of Donkeydom.

It was with this my mind screamed for help, as I tried to tell of how their plan terrified me, but with the lack of words came, Hee-Hawing.

That scheming smile of his only suggested of evil intents, he would come to me, reaching out and fingering, did fondle my already growing donkey sheath, praising it and mentioning how many of the men working there envied me having such a tool.

The touch of him upon the sensual folds of the sheath sent me into male realms of equine responses. I was unprepared for the new sensation of becoming erect, I actually began to sweat, felling the organ rise up, stiffening, swelling, becoming rigid and rock hard.

Some instinct forced me to rock my pelvic region, as if thrusting the monster up and into a waiting void.

Thinking clouded, one idea took total control, it being to me a must!

Rocking my rear, legs spread apart, the leather strap suspending me in a rather proper position for mating as would and equine, I began to ooze and spit forth white juices; cum I think men call it. Then after seven hard thrusts and as the Doctor cupped his hands about the flared end of my new donkey shaft, I erupted.

The rank smell filled my changing nostrils. It forced another new change in my pattern of thinking, one that over the following years guided me to enjoy the mating process, but from a male attitude. The scent of my own semen wafted inside my nostrils helped me realize a delight from the first round of equine passion; the very first of what would in time total in the thousands, though each was as much enjoyable as the last!

When at last the urge had passed, I felt limp and exhausted, from this act of debauchery, and found a reward by being bottle fed again.

My being sensually enticed went on four times every day until from the sexual desire, my body followed the insisting drugs, making me change with haste and speed.

The hind feet and hoofs were just the beginnings of things that changed. My legs and thighs bunched me into a hunched position, making the thighs broaden into those common to donkeys.

My rump and rear was the first to accept the drugs and as buttocks became narrow, the anus puffed outward, a tail appendage sprouted. It hung down, the weight of it as much a sensual feeling, I learned to toy with it, as something to make time pass.

The bottle feedings continued for an eternity. I lost track of time, days and weeks were but a gray blur, any flitting thought about the old me was met with a rampant desire for feeling something wildly sensual. I thought nothing of my future, just the moment!

As my head expanded, growing, face becoming a muzzle, nose, nostrils merging with my upper lip. The nostrils and lips made for another toy to play with, reaching for the bottle and working it the strong lips were donkey by then. My deep breaths expanded the nostrils in size and with this filled human lungs, making them except changes too.

Ribs expanded making me begin to feel the true bulk of what I was to become. My spine popped and snapped as bones adjusted and new ones grew into place. As neck gained length, mass, and great strength, the bones growing into place, as throat lengthened, making for time swallowing even milk an ordeal.

I awoke one morning confused, forcibly laid out by those other creatures, they placing me in a wooden stall, the floor covered in chips of wood.

My thinking and knowledge of me and the surroundings faded from human like understandings. My pangs for food were brought on by bestial instincts, these chemically introduced, but my one longing for what felt quite sensual prevailed over even a consideration for safety.

Snorting often, tail swishing and giving off its own sensual delights, I braying my thoughts and passions, gave the doctors something to chuckle about. I had slipped the bonds of human form and life, allowing via contact and allurement for money my real self to be degraded into a lower form of life, a Donkey.

Those who tended to my needs watched me change, some finding it funny as a woman became animal and lost her gender to become a rank minded donkey lusting of male pleasures. Even through the foggy way my mind worked I found it an insult to my male bestial integrity when a stable groom came one night to play and fondle.

Life and living came as a day to day experience. My learning of how to be first an animal, a Donkey, and then to understand what it is to become a male and Stud.

Over the many months, each day was as an eternity, they kept me in my stall most of the day, allowed an hour in a corral to run and trot off the built sense of apprehension they knew a changeling feels. My body, muscles, and tendons all were firming up.

When first walked out of the stall I felt nervous, as if being taken from my own private little world. Placed into a dusty corral, I had room to trot, and canter like do equines, learning of mobility patterns, things that come from instincts in real animals. My muscular body became toughened from this and over another month or so I felt my masculine dexterity increase, feeling the passion to be as they would remind me often, saying with every greeting, "Hi Stud!"

The word STUD left an indelible mark in my mind. As much as I understood its meanings from a human language point of view, my male donkey body burned with pangs to mate. The sensation and desire to induce a sexual response out of myself came more often; the need arose nearly a dozen times each day.

Medical testing happed but my memories from that time dwelled on sexual sensations, lusts for the sweet scents that filled the air, that of willing, needing mares, and jennets.

A very friendly Tyco was my first real conquest, she a gray haired donkey like me, but as I overheard the test monitors talking, they made mention of her previous Oriental manners, suggesting these carried over to her being as a compassionate donkey.

I by that time had become harsh, brutal in many of my actions and ways.

She being of Oriental culture came on to me soft, warmly, and with much expression from sensual touching. It quelled my brutal ambitions, making me as clay before the potter; I was soft and pliable, willing to do whatever she asked of me.

Once I mounted her, our mutual braying became softer, as if showing to all a sense of affection and friendship, the thought of this by those watching made them scoff and laugh at us. Standing as upright as my hind legs would allow, I tried to remain calm, keeping my throbbing penis stiff as I aimed it blindly.

Five stabbing thrusts, then she made a move below me as the much enlarged tip of the penis head, as it looking like some huge purple knob touched her welcoming lips. Feeling the flared head press into her moistened vulva, winking lips of skin, and entering, I screamed a bray of conquest.

My feelings for becoming as a male had to that time only felt the sense of release of the penned up semen. Now, the reality of mating came to roost, I really enjoyed pressing into her body, filling and being fulfilled. The deeper it went my mind compared with previous times, when in college men took me to bed. Remembering my being female, I longed for it again, but my male donkey brain was insisting the mating find enjoyment from the male point of view.

Tyco was great and I in turn was nice to her. We mated several times that day, the memories of it still vivid in my minds eye. Her time there was shorter than mine as when her father discovered where his daughter had disappeared to, he bought her away from the research company. The reason I know of this, is she remained a donkey for two years, bearing my foal, nursing it into maturity; until after she was then transitioned back to her original self.

She came to visit me, asking about me, I listened to her wanting to buy me and take me home to her Japan.

Of course her wishes were denied, and from that time I never saw her again. If I can find her somehow, I want to renew or friendship.

It was from our relationship of that one day my years of being a Donkey Jack, at stud, found worth. I mated with mares, ponies, donkeys, zebra, and all types of equines both large and small. The doctors used me as a four legged sex machine, making new species of equine creatures, some as oddities, sold to collectors at great amounts of money.

The names announced to me of changelings such as I, or real animals born of animals, they having names but thinking only of feeling the pangs of beastly life.

I signed a contract for five years of volunteer work; had it not been your inquiring about those of us inside, I would have remained a donkey Jack until death.

Nine years now since I walked willingly inside the front doors to that financial kingdom."

That was her story, one of deceit and doom!

As we sat on her parent's front porch the question posed by me started her off again. I asked of Tyco and just how she thought the two young women might find a loving relationship?

Her response came quick and to the point.

"My dearest Tyco will be quite friendly once she discovers that I am not of the Donkey form anymore. The drastic transition forced upon me to male, remains yet, I am embodied with my donkey tail, testes, sheath, and a learned donkey Jack tool; as with this I wish to thrill and give, satisfying my dear and loving Tyco!"

My checking of now public ledgers showing those governmental based experiments performed at the Research Center, showed alarming numbers.

Eight hundred and thirty two individuals signed contracts, becoming as physical property of the sponsoring research foundation. The contracts varied in allotted length of time, most being for five years, others up to twenty, and a hundred and nine, as lifetime volunteers.

The ledgers continued as an unbroken recorded chain of persons turned property and animals, until the fire. As with many such businesses, those seeking to cover up or evade due process, they all have a fire in record storage.

My accounting of the totals shows a great number of young people were simply swept from humanity. As of the 832 people entering the volunteer based experiment phase, only seventy nine, were transitioned, returned to their previous human form. Even these as with Beth, she going through the so called "Reformation Process," became a Donkey and then a male animal for use as a stud. She was one of the few returned to be as human, resembled a girlish form, but remaining male by the genitals, as those found on a Jackass.

My digging into the records did discover the name and address of Beth's lover and friend, Tyco, now living in Japan.

The ledger has long and detailed listing, showing names of the volunteers, their new species, the testing they went through, and the final disbursement. It is of their placement I wish to write about now.

Bovines, Equines, Canines, the list is long and suggests of cruel treatment, bestial enslavement, (Used as breeding stock)as some on long contract found themselves sold off to collectors of rare animals, rodeos, and some slipped through the cracks, they ending up in our food chain and slaughtered.

832 people

107 as Bovine animal types

391 as Equine animal types

44 as Canine dogs, wolves, and two as modified werewolves

188 as Cervine animal types

2 as if mythical satyrs for a recluse collector

70 as Dolphins for the U.S. Navy

29 as Sharks for differing aquariums

40 as Indian Lions, shipped off as they matured to India

58 as Bears, shipped off as they matured to collectors or preserves

91 as dozens of oddities, partially human, as sex slaves

A terrifying thought that of so many young and educated people, that so many never returned to their previous lives. Just seventy nine to this date have returned to live out their lives in human form.

Think of it, 753 individuals, young people mostly; some middle-aged, but of this number, none of these might ever become and live as you and I.

I plan to continue the search, as usually big companies keep more than one set of records, sometimes at differing levels in the chain of business and management.

Daniel and his best of friends Ian, according to one partially burned ledger page reported of their future placement.

A financial recluse, living in New Mexico, owning a large ranch, purchased the two youths. According to what I read and kept copies of as my proof, they were sent through the "Reformation Process," making them into Greek mythical Satyrs.

Yes, it was true, the two friends became in physical body and from accounts mentioned, as mental satiric perverts. In as much they toyed with the other for many hours, their whims changed with the passing breezes. They often attacked and raped security guards, nurses, and one female volunteer half changed into the Sheffield sheep experiment.

Burly of form, their chest bloomed thick with male hairs. They were surgically altered, as horn buds inserted into the heads, grew ram horns as similar to a common goat.

Physical transitioning began with squared chins, they growing long goatee beards. Their human hair on heads changed to a dark seal brown goat and or sheep wool. Ears became very goatish, hairy, and mobile at the roots. Eyes changed, pupils turning square from round, and changed into a bright yellow gold color. The bridge of the nose flattened, merging slightly with the upper lip forming an almost complete and proper muzzle.

Muscles and broadened shoulders made them as things to be feared. Their strength equaled easily ten men, making them impossible to fight off, if they saw one as worthy to mate. Naturally, as with bestial intellects and animal drives, they saw everything from human to animal and even knotholes in trees as worth their mating ability.

As from the navels down they presumed to be totally as are goats. Billy goats they are, and in the rankest of forms, sporting large goatish sheaths, long male organs, low hung testicles, near the size of grapefruits. Standing on shaggy hind legs, those of some species of Rocky Mountain goat, except coloring similar to the dark brown hair on each one's head.

Nimble feet, cloven hoofs, they stood upright, eagle eyed, and foaming at the mouth for any sexual encounter, even unto and on themselves.

To the New Mexico farm they were shipped separately. Once there they met again, fell into sexual lusting for the other and bucked hour after hour during their first two weeks together again.

The ledger of their exploits was completely intact. This record of what they did and how their owner, the recluse individual, enjoyed with friends many hours of betting on which one would mount the other more times in a session.

On several occasions those who owed unpaid debts were kidnapped and stripped of all clothing, then tossed into the Labyrinth, meeting up with Dan and Ian.

None, according to the recounts in the ledger ever returned to previous lives. Most having their bodies raped by the two satyr men, either died of the experience, or became infected from the semen. Those becoming infected found their bodies transitioning, losing human anatomy, turning bestial, they succumbed to animalism.

Once as animals those who completed in their transitioning, found themselves placed about the New Mexico based farm. Most as noted in writing became sheep, some as rams and or ewes, others goats, twenty three according to the totals.

I suspect that Ian and Daniel remain to this very day, doing as what their instilled satyr minds desire. Men and women watch and lay bets as unfortunate humans are tossed to these beasts, just as done in Rome.

"107 Lost"

My ongoing investigation tends to make me wish I had never begun!

The accounting of those who through their desire for easy money or a lusty passion for feeling sensual, a total of 107 people were sent to their deaths, all for the advancement of science.

As of records now in my possession, I have the names of these people, and with them is what Professor Haun decided was their best, species, and breed of cattle used primarily for beef.

All were made into the bovine species, and accordingly were segmented into classes and groupings. As with my totaling, the number of 107 breaks down to the list shown below.

31 transitioned to Black Angus breed of beef cattle

51 transitioned to Charolais breed of beef cattle

11 transitioned to Hereford breed of beef cattle

11 transitioned to Highland Scottish long hair cattle, and of three more so transitioned to become as Corriente/Toro bulls; by the succinct direct order of the Professor they were sold into bull fighting, where each has since died. As these three he made notes were corporate spies and deserved being as bulls bred for death.

I have since contacted the farms to where all of these previous human beings became simply as numbers waiting sale, and slaughter. Therefore none to date have survived, and after their bodies entered the food chain a new threat has come to light.

In response to the entry of transitioned humans being put to slaughter and bodies tainted by DNA rendering drugs, the government has again put forth another Mad Cow Alert. However the real truth is that even the Professor in charge of the Sunrise Research experiments never considered his test subject to become an active part of the food chain. The first authorized use was for the Dartmoor pony society of Devon, England. Those so placed there were for a five year species inbreeding of new enhanced genes. The likelihood of those ponies ever entering the human food chain was deemed nearly impossible.

Yet with advancements and over the span of time the good professor and his colleagues chose to include other species as part of their advancing experiment.

The ultimate addition of bovine to the growing list of equine breeds was as one scientist put it, "of proper succession."

First and foremost were 31 so called volunteers, these felt a great admiration of the scientists at Sunrise Research; and never once questioned the finality to what they would become and then live a short three years before auctioned, sold, and sent on...

A week after the first Black Angus transitioned person met his or her fate, the hospital in Fairbanks, Alaska reported two people ill of seeming food poisoning.

Poisoned, yes, but not likely of a quick and impending death. As of the attending doctor and his records, two male humans came in after eating rare cooked steaks. They had fevers of 104.2, oddly the proper temperature of cattle when alive.

The fever remained level as the two seemed to recover from their first symptoms, as the body temperature became consistent, causing a darkening of skin color, change of skin texture, and on the forth day under hospital care, both bloomed a complete body coat of thick black hair.

Seeing these two having near miraculous physical transitioning of body, and accordingly of species, both were immediately quarantined. Placed in a secluded room unto themselves, even the attending staff needed to wear extreme protective clothing.

The skin and body hair was just the first to leap from one species to another. Each young man was kept under heavy sedation, nearly comatose, unless when awake they would scream and carry on as would likely anyone being a witness to their own demise.

Yet the sleeping state afforded them no chance to place their mental prowess to fight the transition, but what asleep was soon seen as inevitable. Slumbering, the assertion of the virus attached the very basis of their DNA, resulting in a controlled transition away from being Homo-sapiens, to the radical, becoming soon as complete bovine animals.

D.D.S. (Disease Diagnosis Services) sent a representative to witness and catalogue the mannerisms of what they thought was some rare disease.

A bold and very self assured young woman named Elise McKenna stood and watched the two men as they had transitioned over the space of five days from handsome young men, becoming as almost Minotaur like in the flesh.

Her own female inhabitations resulted as she was alone with one of them she fondled one into an erection. Seeing and feeling the heat of his passion through her surgical gloves, she being of a desiring personality, did remove her head and face containment covering. As she paid no attention to security cameras watching, Miss McKenna began to orally taunt and finger fondle the then bovine sheath that had matured itself as part of the transitioning young man.

The security men on duty were some sensually overwhelmed by watching Miss McKenna, they failed to enter the cubical and restrict her movements.

This short orgy of sexual debauchery proved a new lesson in the transition phases. Miss McKenna became ill from swallowing an inappropriate amount of semen tainted of Haun reformation serum.

Her own managers had little discussion with her before she began to convulse, lapsing into a coma.

As Bob and Ted slept onward, their humanity slipped from sight as muscles expanded, growing, and contorting into bovine contours. The doctors stood in rows watching as human arms grew, repositioned, and became the fore legs, and as fingers to cloven hooves of a common young bull.

Their torso became enlarged, internal organs repositioning, as stomach became plural being four in number. The thighs and pelvic region saw major changing, an erupting tail bone growing and maturing into the tail of a bull, seeing it caused the many doctors some frantic moments.

Meanwhile Miss McKenna was herself sleeping away her humanity. She having inducted some internal bodily fluids into her own body was herself added to the quarantine list, she becoming soon a Black Angus cow.

One night a good two weeks after Bob and Ted stumbled into the door s of E.R. number one, it was Bob who woke, seeing and feeling of his miraculous transition of form and species. He clamored off the heavy duty hospital bed, standing on the tile floor, bearing himself on cloven hooves and completely changed hind feet, legs, and rear quarters.

Eyes rolled about in their sockets, he stood leaning with his front legs and hoofs planted upon the bed, Bob gave forth a wretched cry of a man discovering himself as animal, bovine in species, and feeling the radical bestial sensations of what it is to be a bull.

According to my seeing the security tapes of that awakening, Bob eyed his whereabouts, sniffed the air as would an animal, and proceeded to urinate all over his bed.

A round of bellowing followed, until he was nearly hoarse and unable to make a sound. He then calmed some and with the aid of two frightened and frightening security men, Bob was led from the quarantine room to a waiting truck. The immediate prognosis was the human male had by some revolutionary drug induced virus become changed of species. A quick medical check from a government veterinarian awarded the new Angus bull his accreditation, he being as healthy and posing no direct risk to the public.

Likely that Bob had a thousand questions, but feeling the tugging rein clipped into his implanted nose ring, the young bull ambled out of the rear of the hospital, and enter calmly into the waiting truck.

Nary did Bob make a sound, as if seemingly his mental thought process felt the effects which came from the transitioning drugs.

As if a total replay of how Bob awoke and became at first disturbed; Ted acted the same way, and with the attachment of a rein to his nose ring he too ambled peaceable into a waiting truck to soon visit his friend.

Miss McKenna was anything of a peaceable type when she awoke; bucking and kicking wildly she near destroyed the quarantine room. She was not given the implanting of a nose ring, this rarely done to cows, just bulls. The veterinarian examining her recanted how the nose ring might be as a mental association to being as young bulls, they attesting this to their new stature. As such, and she being as a cow had no association, feeling poignantly singled out, her human wits fully awake, she felt demeaned, and likely some disgust over her naked body being viewed without much respect for privacy.

A chuckle from one doctor present sent Miss McKenna into a fit of rage. She was truly alert, listening, and fully capable to understand what was being said and the implications of such. The doctor apologized later, first to the cow, and then to those in residence at the medical examining of Miss McKenna.

Once she heard the explanation of her own departmental veterinarian, she became calm and willing to accept the care deemed proper now that she would permanently remain as a Black Angus breed of beef cow.

Myself and those in attendance there were summarily warned by the government officials that most of what we were a witness was deemed classified. This I kept in my secret files until with dozens more of the so called mad Cow outbreaks, it would seem the information is now labeled available for viewing by the public.

Maybe it seems odd, and maybe it is just the natural way of things; but Ted and Bob were accounted as herd sires. Each is the prime sire of a herd totaling more than two hundred cows. They have since their non-consensual species transition became an undeniable fact, as both have slipped into the lifestyle and mode synonymous to what a bull does each and every long day.

I was summarily denied access when asking to interview them at the Kimball Farms, but with some inquiring and tenacity a managing employee (Un-named) gave me a testament letter from another farm where Bob was sold and sent.

""We purchased a bull from Kimball Angus Farm last year and have been very pleased. He came off grass in better shape than the other yearling bulls we received elsewhere. He, Bubo has a great disposition, being anxious to acquaint himself with our cows, showing his health and a part of much improved genetic research. We are astounded at his physical performance, an overall improvement when one considers the norm of temperament displayed by bulls in general."

"We at Emmett Farms are very pleased!"

The improved genetic research is mind boggling indeed; I wonder if Ted and Bob (Now Bubo) feel the same as they grope, mount, jam, and breed, being they will for lifelong remain as bulls.

"391 Knowing of What They Are"

Mothers and Fathers, they are the grieving ones, as sons and daughters they brought into this world are today accounted as missing. Of those claimed as missing are college students mostly, but some who by a vague reasoning accepted, and then became as scientific fodder for one professor, and his money grubbing associates.

My investigation began with a young man wishing to advance his education, while trying his utmost to repay diligent parents the fortune it costs for attaining to higher education. Daniel as I have discovered is, and shall always remain as he was lost to humanity and the love of his parents.

In a dank and stinking stable set near Devon, England is a mature now brown pony stallion by the title and name of Prince Daniel. This beautiful animal is a direct product of enhanced genetic research; beginning with the experiment as a male college student and standing now as a Dartmoor stallion pony, used primarily for stud.

A few kilometers down the same road is an Exmoor breeding farm, this is where by diabolical scheming of a Professor Haun; stands now as a stud is the father of Prince Daniel. He was once a man, but hearing of his son and what he became a mental breakdown occurred. Jailed in an asylum in his own state he remained sullen and wishing to be out of touch with those around him.

His disassociation with humanity won him a trip to Sunrise Research, as government washed their hands of another social expense. Then with his entering the experiment phase acclaimed to the Exmoor breed of ponies belonging to Great Brittan; while sullen and deep in anguish over his son, he found his own inhabitations turning to thinking of hairy rumps, tails, and winking vulvas.

Well over 300 names are present on a list accounted from the files opened and belonging to Sunrise Research. As from these come differing lists, each totals numbers of those placed upon a farm for use in the advancement of breeding. Then some were literally sold off as prime stock for use as beasts of burden, Percheron mostly, but other breeds such as, Breton, Ardennais, Jutland, and Suffolk Punch.

Those now belonging to these breeds were sold in pairs, some transitioned of gender if the need was there.

As of these who number nearly a forth of those so changed in species, most than any were sent forth as being of the Ardennais breed of draft horses.

All who became of this breed were roan in color, attaining a straight looking profile. Their breed stands 15 hands high, these bearing strong shoulders a stocky build all around, deep chest of hefty muscles, broad loins, with a lower leg feathering that to breeders is an added delight.

The research stables prepared their changelings ahead of auction and sale, docking tails and making certain trainable adjustment to each young animal. As of those who were males it was needed to surgically change away any signs of human circumcision; leaving a blue bulbous head for enhanced action and sensation when the stallion stood mounted and thrusting.

Other surgical allowances needed to be tended upon females and those become female of gender, as differing in human anatomy, equine mares have their vulvas located higher than do human females.

As so noted in the records supplied from the Supreme Court subpoena; the Professor interviewed young stallions before they lost the ability to communicate. He questioned them at length, asking about their penal sensations when thrusting. Notations of those willing to respond suggest the surgical procedure increased the male pleasuring nearly a 100%. Due to this learned factor, all of those male humans bearing circumcision were altered, given an increased size to the end of their male shaft, and by such insuring an increased willingness for enthusiastic desires to breed and mate.

The Professor also questioned some willing and lusty young females, these commenting to their sensations when entering into a breeding session. Their poignant remarks recorded tell of a sensation worthy of the degraded lifestyle, suggesting that of those who became mares, all felt a sense of euphoria when mating.

I suspect it was the offering of extreme sensation that added to the general enthusiasm, this giving stallion or mare a valid reason to maintain their existence as equines; even far beyond the contracted limits to which each signed.

As of 391 who accepted money and entered the Equine-Homo experiment, only five individuals summarily willed a return to being almost the complete human they were when coming to Sunrise Research.

Four were women, and one a man who was transitioned of species and gender, spending like the others, five years as a broodmare, feeling the onslaught of estrus, and then the mating of a stallion.

It has to make one wonder why so many would willingly shuck their humanity and wish remaining in the embodiment and lifestyle as of being a horse.