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Part I: Fresh Air

"This is exactly what we need," Jessie told her husband Trent confidently as they followed the moving truck out to the country property they had just purchased as a second home.

"Couldn't agree more," nodded Trent. It being summer, they had the windows down so the wind was blowing out the long brunette locks of Jessie back, making her looking just as stunning to Trent as the first date they had.

"Fresh air, less stress, less hustle, less bustle, and I bet the people are a whole lot nicer too," noted Jessie as she stared longingly out the window.

"And don't forget the privacy," Trent couldn't help but add.

Jessie shot Trent a knowing smirk. "Oh I didn't forget the privacy bit. It's just a shame we won't have any until the movers are gone. And then afterwards we'll likely be too tired from moving to properly christen the place."

"Well we did sneak in that one quickie the day we closed on the place," smiled Trent.

"Yeah but that's not really the same and you know it."

"Fair. I'm sure by tomorrow we'll be able to muster some more energy," Trent assured her.

"Might take a few more days than that with this move but I love your enthusiasm, hun," Jessie said in her usual encouraging voice.

The couple, married for five years and an item for double that, had been looking forward to this move ever since they first hatched the idea a year back. Because while they never doubted being together their careers had put such stress on them that they were worried they'd break. Both were in their mid-thirties with much of their adult lives attached to their careers. Trent was in marketing while Jessie was sales in their separate but equally massive corporate entities. They had even first met at a trade conference but their schedules as of late meant they would sometimes not see each other for weeks at a time. And the time they did have was spent with either sleeping or arguing over unimportant things.

Neither was happy with things. But they acknowledged the primary issue appeared to be their current career tracks, their midtown luxury apartment, and the control they had on their free time. So they both got new jobs that freed up their time considerably and required far less attention and stress on them. Then found a little slice of country bliss by purchasing a farm house and the twenty acres it sat on. With only a couple neighbors in a fifteen mile radius they'd have plenty of privacy compared to their old lives. And as for the free time the two worked remotely seventy percent of the time and had a whole month to themselves as they moved in before going back to work. They still had their apartment to use when needed but planned to spend as much time at this new place as they could. With plenty of other vacations planned.

They reached the house soon after and were both giddy with excitement as they pulled into the drive. Getting out of their car they came together to briefly drink in the lively sight of their new home. It was three stories with the attic, a covered porch that circled the front of the house, with well tended gardens and lawn out front. It seemed plucked from some nineteenth century pastoral painting just for them.

As for the couple themselves Trent was a man with a body of a former college athlete who pretended he hadn't lost a step. He stood a little over six foot with short brown hair, a short beard, blue eyes, and weighed around two hundred and twenty. Jessie was a little shorter and also a former college athlete but she had kept up with the gym. She was thin with shoulder length brunette hair, blue eyes like Trent, and was a more relaxed figure than the forceful figure she was in sales meetings.

The movers set about unloading the truck with Jessie providing direction while Trent set about unpacking where he could in order to cut down on the already massing clutter. This went on for most of the day until around four in the afternoon when the moving truck finally left. Jessie saw them off with a tip while Trent made sure the coffee maker and television were unpacked. Once that was done he headed out into the backyard to admire the view only to see Jessie standing at the fence marking the border between their newly acquired property and the next farm over. Jessie appeared to be having a conversation with a woman mounted on a horse, complete with saddle and reins.

"Making friends already I see," Trent said as he strolled over to the pair who he could now see we already laughing.

"There you are! I was just talking about you," Jessie smiled when she heard Trent coming. "This is our new neighbor, Jo Carrier." Sitting atop the horse was a woman a little taller than Jessie but with few more curves and extra weight than Trent's wife. Her breasts were very large, almost awkwardly so, but were kept in check by a bra and brown leather jacket she had on. She had short, dark hair cut short and spiked up slightly that Trent thought was more of man's cut.

"Was hoping she was kidding about having a husband," joked Jo stiffly as she offered a hand down to Trent.

"Jessie is the real gem of the relationship. I'm just lucky to have her," Trent said warmly as he shook the woman's hand. "That's a lovely mare you've got there," he added, noting the lovely chestnut horse Jo was riding.

"Thank you. Keen eye to notice she's a she. Must be a real stud, this one," Jo remarked to Jessie, getting a giggle out of the woman.

"What? Not like you can't look and tell the difference," Trent was quick to defend.

"I think the idea is more that you looked in that direction to begin with but still, sharp peepers on you, Trent." Jo spoke roughly but never strayed from coming off friendly, even as she glared down at man below her. All that softened when she turned to Jessie. "Well I have some chores to finish off. Like I said, Jessie, I'd be happy to give you some tips for living out here if you want to pop over tomorrow or the day after. Pleasure meeting you," Jo said politely to Jessie with an added tip of her hat. Then after rearing her horse she gave Trent the briefest of nods then took off at a gallop towards her stables.

Jessie watched her go with a smile and had to shake her head to remember that Trent was standing right there. "Well she was nice. It's good that we have such a lovely neighbor."

"Oh definitely. She seems an interesting sort to say the least. How long were you two talking out here?" asked Trent out of general curiosity.

"I dunno, ten, twenty, maybe thirty minutes? She was riding by, I waved, she came over asked if I, well, we were the new owners. Obviously I said yes and then we sort of just got to talking. Invited me over tomorrow for some tea, friendly chat, and rundown of what we can expect living out here. Seems very friendly," Jessie remarked.

"I'll say. Was I invited over as well? Or was it gals only?" he teased her.

"You know I think that was her idea only because she thought I lived alone at first. Said I had a husband but she was doubtful until you showed up. I'm sure you can come. Jo doesn't seem like the type to mind company," Jessie smiled hopefully. "What brought you outside anyway?"

"Oh right. Slipped my mind there. Wanted to say I got the TV and surround sound all set up along with unpacking most of the bigger things I could find. I'm just about bushed though. I'm thinking we bust open those premade pastas we made, plop in front of the couch, and then head up to bed?" offered Trent.

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry. Let's head in then, hun." Jessie took Trent by the hand as the pair kissed.

They then headed into the house and did just as they planned minus the last step. Exhausted from the long day both fell asleep together on the couch, with Jessie on top of Trent and a blanket on top of them both. They slept blissfully unaware that their neighbor Jo was toiling late into the night with the newly met couple chief among her thoughts. Her plans needed to be shifted after her encounter with Jessie but she was quick to adapt. And by the time Jo put in to bed she could sleep as soundly as they.

The next day brought more work for Trent and Jessie as they spent most of it indoors unpacking box after box then going room by room setting them up. Master bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathrooms, and had gotten to the dining room when they finally decided to tap out for the day. They made their first real dinner in the house together. Then as they were finishing up eating Jessie brought up being invited over to Jo's house that night for some girl time and wine. Seeing as Trent had intended to catch up on football he had no problem with Jessie getting to know their neighbor.

That night Trent went to bed by himself. Texts from Jessie indicated she was drunk and having a great time. Wouldn't have been the first time one of them did this so Trent thought little of it as he went to bed that night. He was more concerned with planning out all the things he had to do the next day which were plenty.

When Trent woke up the next morning Jessie was in bed next to him. She was passed out in a wine caused deep slumber that Trent didn't even bother to nudge. He just set about his plans which, after breakfast, consisted of mowing the front lawn. A task that took Trent, who hadn't had to mow a lawn since he was a kid, near to noon to finish. He was sweaty, tired, and just about running on empty himself when his push mower- which he was already considering switching to rider model- ran out of gas.

Trent went and fetched the gas can and by the time he was back her saw that, at the fence just feet from his tractor, was Jo atop another horse seemingly waiting for him.

"Did your horse bring you over after smelling the cut grass?" Trent greeted once he was close enough.

"This one has had her breakfast today and doesn't need anymore, isn't that right?" joked Jo as she pet the mane of the pinto she was riding. "Actually I was just out doing some riding before an appointment arrives. Then I heard your mower engine stopped so I thought you might be free. Thought I would stop by to be neighborly," grinned the woman.

"That's very kind of you. Sorry I'm not exactly in the best state right now. Worked up a good sweat this morning," Trent apologized. The white t-shirt he went out with was soaked through with sweat as well as numerous grass clipping. These coated all the way down to his shoes which were now stained a permanent shade of green.

"Never need to apologize for that out here. I've been working since before six AM and probably smell worse than than Nyx here," Jo told Trent while giving the mare's mane more strokes.

"Mind if I pet her?" Trent asked politely as he came right up to the fence.

"Sure. Nyx is one of my calmest horses by nature. Know much about horses?" inquired Jo.

Trent reached a hand over carefully, allowing the horse to sniff his open palm before moving to pet her snout. "Know much? Uhh, no, not like you or anything. Just an appreciation of sorts. Just gorgeous animals," Trent answered with stiff composure.

"They really are. And it looks like Nyx has taken a liking to you already. Haven't you, girl?" Jo asked the animal who has taken up sniffing and licking the sweaty skin of Trent. "Your wife told me last night you're both new to country life. Said neither you owned so much as an acre of dirt until you swooped up the old Meyer place. Must be quite the adjustment."

"That's putting it pretty mildly. But we're a good team and the sorts that could get through anything. The fresh air is worth it alone. And having wonderful neighbors like yourself will make that transition a lot easier," flattered Trent. "I hope my wife didn't say too much last night. She can get a little nuts when she drinks."

"I've seen far worse. Besides, after tea we only split two bottles. Nothing too catastrophic," gloated Jo who, Trent now noticed, looked no worse the wear compared his wife.

"For you, yeah, but Jessie is still working off that booze in bed I think. She's not the drinking powerhouse she was was in college. I keep telling her," sighed Trent as he continued petting the horse. "You mentioned the previous owners before. Did you know them? Or what exactly happened? Bank just told us they up and disappeared so the property fill into their lap afterwards. Couldn't find much online about it."

"The Meyers? The family I didn't know well aside from three. First was the original owner of the farm who was old as dust when I moved in to my property twelve years back. He died a few years later and his nephew Matthew and niece Nicole moved in. They were pleasant from my few encounters, if a bit standoffish. But they were only there three months before they left without so much as a word to me or anyone else," Jo recalled.

"So you think they left? I got the impression from some articles that foul play was considered but nothing came of it." Trent's interest in the previous owners and love of a good mystery.

"They found no bodies, blood, or any signs something went ill. Figuring for most of the town is they had some sort of family disagreement over the property and chose just to abandon it. I ended up having to take in a lot of the farm's animals while others went to other farmers who had the room. Definitely lots of unanswered questions but I think people around here just prefer to get on with things since there is always more work to do," explained Jo with rural grace.

"Aye, I am getting that impression. Kinda glad we don't have animals to take of. I wouldn't mind getting a dog or something but I'm not really built for that sort of life," Trent chuckled while disguising his evident body's soreness.

Jo smirked. "It's certainly not for everyone. Perhaps the life of a horse would suit you better?" she asked bluntly.

The unexpected question caused Trent to tense up briefly with his hot red skin hiding the blush that also rose into his cheeks. "I, uhhhh, be a horse? Why would I, I, I- that would be-"

"I mean Nyx here loves sleeping in, eating, and reclining in the sun. Don't you, girl? So I figured that lifestyle would be much more your speed," Jo clarified kindly while being silently satisfied with the man's brief befuddlement.

"Oh, oh! I got you now. Heh, was confused there a moment. But that sort of life does have its perks. I'm sure you don't mind," Trent said to the horse as he recovered. The chances she knew about his little fetish for transformation and in particular that of equines was fairly remote. He had only ever told Jessie about it once in confidence and while she didn't share the kink she certainly wouldn't have told anyone about it. Least of a woman she barely knew. 'Just a coincidence,' Trent was happy to think just to put out of the fires of his anxiety.

"Course I have some pigs and goats that might make an argument for an easier life. At least on my farm."

"Nyx definitely looks like a happy horse," agreed Trent. "So what sort of farm is it? I've seen a few horses and stables but you mentioned other livestock?"

"The horses and ranch are my primary bread and butter. We do some shows along along with lessons, lodging, and other services. The cows, goats, and chickens I use mostly for my own purposes, like milk and eggs and cheese," she answered. "I also make my own soaps, teas, incense, herb mixes, and general apothecary needs."

"Sounds like you keep busy. Well if you ever need any marketing tips more happy to lend what expertise I have. Since I imagine you'll probably be lending all sorts of help to us I'm sure," Trent said with his attention wavering slightly again. This time was due to him spotting a distinct outline of a newer model Bentley Continental GT which he had seen parked outside the nicest restaurants back in the city. "Looks like you have a guest," he finally pointed out to Jo.

"Looks like I do. And thank you for the marketing offer but I do fairly well for myself as is. Besides, there is only so much attention a person can take. And I like my privacy," Jo replied as she turned her horse around. "You'll have to excuse me as I tend to this appointment. Good luck with the rest of your work and give Jessie my best when you see her," she told him with a courteous wave.

"Will do. Have fun with your... guest?" Trent said awkwardly.

"An investor of mine is all. You take care of yourself, Trent." That said Jo needed to only lightly squeeze her heels into the horse's side to set her off at a gallop.

Trent watched them go, leaning on the fence as he did. Soon his thoughts went to that of her earlier comment about life as a horse. Her now out of earshot he answered how he wished he could have. "Why yes, I would love to be a horse. Sounds like just the life for me. Need a stud on your ranch maybe?" he offered to the memory of Jo atop her horse.

"What was that, hun?" Trent heard Jessie's voice ask from behind him.

Whirling around he thought it had to be the wind only to see Jessie walking the last few feet towards him across the lawn. "Jessie! Y-Y-You're up! I was wondering how long it would be until you woke up. You look like you've seen better days," a concerned Trent said after recovering his composure again in so many minutes.

With half-shut eyes, mussed hair, and wrinkled clothes Jessie was clearly still reeling from her previous night's escapades. "I don't know why I don't listen to you. I can't hold my alcohol anymore. Should have stopped at one bottle. Or glass. Or better yet just the tea. But I don't want to stay in bed all day while you do all the work. Besides, I have some news," Jessie said yawning.

"News? Good or bad?" asked Trent, now leaning his back against the wooden fence.

"Bad. I remembered, somewhere in the haze of last night, that I should have really printed and compiled that quarterly proposal rather than just send it. Especially since I've been having to answer so many email about it. So I was thinking..."

"Thinking you need to head back to the office," Trent finished for her. "For how long?"

"Two days, tops. But once it's done I'll be able to better focus on what we have to do here. Otherwise you know me. It's gonna bug the hell out of me which leads to it bugging you too and I'd like to avoid that. Is that okay? If you want you don't have to do any more unpacking while I'm gone. Don't want you to think I expect you to do all the work while I'm out," she explained apologetically.

"I get it, babe. If it means I get you all to myself for the rest of the month I can do a couple days. Might not do zero work but I'll try not to break my back, I promise," he said to her with an understanding smile.

Delighted and thankful, Jessie gives her husband a kiss on the cheek then lips. "I knew you'd understand. I promise if I can get back sooner I will. They're definitely not going to keep me one second longer than is necessary," she promised.

"I have no doubt. I'm sure you can't wait to get back to this stinky mess of a man," Trent joked as he kissed back.

"Like you don't know I love it sweaty," Jessie said with a touch of playfulness until she reminded of her headache. "I'm going to try to take the rest of the day to recover and see what I can get done inside the house. I'll leave tomorrow morning around ten and try to be back by Friday afternoon. Think I'm gonna head back in now though. Just being out here this long under the sun is making my head throb." Hand to her forehead, Jessie was about to go when she remembered something. "Oh right, what was it you said when I walked up? Looked like you had been talking to Jo? Did you say hi?"

"Course. Yeah, yeah. She just came after when I was gassing up the mower and we were talking a little. Said you may have had a little too much last night," recalled Trent as he wanted to keep the focus off himself.

"That's putting it mildly. We talked for a while and Trent, she is such a good listener. Pretty clever too. Had a real fun time getting to know each other. Maybe a little too much fun," she lamented with self-awareness. "Told her you two would get along. Maybe she'll invite you over for some tea while I'm gone," Jessie suggested. "Long as you don't sleep with her," she threatened with a grin.

"Like I'm going to have energy to cheat after today. Feel like tomorrow I'm going to wake up and the strain of the last couple days is going to catch up with me. Maybe I'll take a day to recover myself," Trent offered.

"By all means. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make myself some coffee and hide in the dark of our bedroom for a few more hours. Don't overwork yourself," Jessie warned.

"Just wanna finish the lawn and maybe water some of the flowers then I'm in for the day too. With the shower my first stop," he promised while finally getting to gassing up the lawnmower.

"The bedsheets will be thankful. Love you!"

"Love you more!" Trent called out to Jessie as he watched her go back towards the house.

Trent watched his wife all the way back through the front door before finally starting up the mower again. And then took another moment to glance towards Jo's place. He was able to the spy the Bentley now parked nearer the large stables but there was no sign of Jo or anyone else. With no other distractions Trent got back to work.

For the rest of his time outside Trent's mind was on horses. He had always had a passing respect for the animals but as his transformation kink developed and came into its own horses were definitely one of his favorites. This interest in transformation was one he exclusively enjoyed himself and often alone as Jessie was as similarly inclined. And after meeting a couple of horses in the flesh Trent wasn't finding his attraction dampened. In fact by the time he was finishing up watering around the house he was looking forward to using the alone time to catch up on what art had bubbled up online while he had been busy with his move.

By the next morning Jessie was back to her chipper, energized, and business orientated self as she got ready for the two hour drive to the office. She packed a small overnight bag, kissed Trent goodbye, and left right on time. As she was Jo was out with some of her horses and waved good morning to the pair.

Back inside Trent set about doing nothing in particular. He had gotten a start on laying out his closest including suit, ties, pants, shoes, and such but didn't get too far before the strain that he feared would catch up with him did just that. By early afternoon he was laid up on the couch with a few beers, snacks, and an afternoon baseball game on. For much of the time he was on his phone. Sometimes texting his wife or checking in with his own coworkers but as the day wore on he was increasingly more interested in sating his horse transformation interest. This meant looking at any newer images or stories he could locate followed by dipping into his personal collection.

As the sun set Trent made himself a few sandwiches for dinner then retreated to the room that was set to be his office but for now was just a desk, a laptop, a computer chair, and a lot of boxes. His focus was some old favorite transformation stories that would let Trent think about horses some more. But he wasn't at it long when a knock at his front door startled him back to reality. After hurriedly pulling up his pj pants and pulling himself together he headed down and peeked out the peephole where he was surprised to see a very concerned looking Jo on the porch. She wasn't in in her usual farming clothes but all black bodysuit with black leather corset over top it, high black boots, and makeup on that gave her a goth look.

"Jo? What are you doing over so late? Is something wrong?" Trent asked with concern.

"Sort of, yes. Do you mind if I come in? I've something I need to ask you and I'd rather ask inside," insisted Jo.

Wanting to be polite and not seeing any danger Trent stepped back to let in her. "Sure, sure. I hope it's nothing serious."

"Maybe and maybe not," Jo answered in an uneven voice. She came in and waited for Trent to close the door before continuing but with a warning first, "I just want you to know I'm the sort to just be direct in my way of speaking. Even more when I'm in a spot like I am now. But I know I'm going to be asking a big favor so I don't seem rude."

"I work in the corporate world so I'm used to a lot of blunt, rich executives telling me things and they never much care what I have to say in response so it's improvement in my eyes. Happy to help any way I can," Trent said gracefully.

"That's good to hear. So good to hear. Well, my problem has to do with the one side business I run and I think the solution is in something your wife told me the other night," Jo began to explain but in a growing rush. "Starts with one of the side jobs I have. Notably my alchemy and more witchy endeavors dealing with what one might call magic. I can see how you're looking at me that you're having doubts but I'm good at what I do and I have a very exclusive list of clientele. Some who pay some very large amounts to enjoy my talents. You saw one of them arriving just yesterday if you recall."

Trent did indeed remember the Bentley but hearing Jo talk about magic and witchy things already had him thinking this might be some sort of joke. Still he kept his composure. "I'm a little skeptical so far. What services exactly do they get from you? I wouldn't want to presume..."

"I turn people, for a short time, into animals, Trent. Not something I advertise but have found people who not only have the interest but the money to see it through. They can be almost anything, pigs, sheep, dogs, cows, or horses, and in the privacy of my ranch they can do it. For many the transformation itself is half the reason they come. Not that I can speak to all their motivations but they are always passionate about it. And I bring this up because your wife, Jessie, mentioned the other night you had expressed a similar interest. I guess for my first question I want to know if it's true or not. Are you into people turning into animals, Trent?" Jo asked, sounding very much honest despite the odd question.

As a marketing executive Trent had seen and done a lot, not the least of which was dealing with some of the richest and most powerful people in the industry. In all that time he never flinched. A trait that served him well and helped him rise as high as he had. It had helped him ask Jessie out on their first date and when he finally proposed while on a trip to Rome. Trent seemed unflappable. And then he was asked about his most private fetish by a still relative stranger and it all came undone.

Unable to answer Trent fumbled to get a hold of the conversation. "Woah, woah, woah. Wait. Jessie told you about that?"

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a nothing at all so far. How is it that she came to say that though?" Trent pushed as his frazzled mind played catch up.

"If it's any help to know she didn't exactly admit it off-hand. As the night went I was more open about the jobs I did, including the main source of income for the ranch. Once I brought up transformation and horses she, at least two bottles of wine in, said you had mentioned an interest in that. I believe she said it more to show some familiarity with the kink than to shame you. Honestly I would not have thought to bring it up for some time but as started with I have a problem with a very high profile client of mine. And by that I mean a very high paying client. But before I get into my lucrative little proposal I would like to hear you confirm what your wife said about being into transformation like this," Jo pressed once again.

Feeling the insistence of Jo's tone made Trent slip out an answer he probably would have preferred to think about first. "Okay yeah, sure, I have a sort of interest in that time to time and maybe with animals too. Definitely not something I think about a lot or anything. Or would talk about with anyone outside of Jessie normally," he answered best he could. "What does that have to do with your problem and proposal?"

"Lucrative proposal," Jo corrected as she became more relaxed following his answer. She had him hooked only needed to reel him in now. "You see, I have these two clients. I'll call them Mister and Miss for simplicity here. Both came to me with opposing problems: Mister loves to be changed into animals but prefers an audience. And Miss loves to watch but has no interest in participating herself. Naturally I paired them together and though their schedules are busy we usually find three or four times a year when they can meet and both get what they want. This arrangement is some six years old without a hitch until tonight when I get word that Mister had to cancel due to being needed at the UN. This not only leaves me missing out on his payday- aside from a small deposit I'm likely to increase in the future- but in threat of missing out altogether if Miss cancels too. She's given me leave to find a fitting replacement but on such short notice and with such a particular situation I was at a loss for what to do until I thought of you, Trent. You could be my savior here. And I'm more than happy to make it worth your while too," she added.

"Me? I-I don't know exactly what to say. I-" but unsteady Trent was stopped by Jo when she waved him off.

"I'm gonna be clear on this with you, Trent. What I need from you is this: come over to my place and I'll take you to a special setup I have in the wing of my one stable. There, with Miss watching behind a one-way mirror, you take my potion, turn into a horse for an hour or two, then change back, collect a check from me, and then you're back here," Jo rattled off only to stop and check her wristwatch, "It's just after seven now so I you'll be back before midnight. And you'll be fifty thousand dollars richer for it too. What do you say?"

As he listened Trent could feel his heart beating faster and when she finished it was another moment of freezing for the man who didn't know how to answer. And when it finally came he tried to bargain himself out. "That's a real... interesting proposal you have, Jo. I can definitely say I was not expecting you to ask that when I opened my door. I feel like it's something I would have to think on and talk to Jessie at least before even trying to wrap my mind around it. And you need me tonight?"

"More specifically I need you now. She'll arrive in less than thirty minutes and I'd have to go over some things first. I know it's a lot to take on but it's basically your kinky dream come true, right? And I'm paying you for that pleasure, sugar. And I definitely owe you big time for this. And if you're worried about Jessie," Jo began only for Trent to wave her off this time.

"If you're going to tell me you know how she'll react better than me I'm going to stop you there. Pretty sure she thinks my whole transformation fetish is weird and wouldn't be thrilled to hear I did it without asking her and in front of strangers. No offense to you or anything but we've still only just met and this is a pretty private thing," Trent reasoned as he gathered his thoughts better.

"I don't think she thinks it's weird, Trent. Just lacks your experience and understanding. I may not know you both as well as you know each other but I'm keen judge of people myself. You're thinking less of your wife if you think she wouldn't understand. Of course if you prefer I can keep quiet about it but I think once she's passed the initial shock Jessie will understand. She loves you after all," Jo reminded him.

Again Trent thought it over and this time, due to both Jo's words and the roadblocks in his own mind being overcome, he found himself leaning towards saying yes with the hope Jessie wouldn't have to find out. Still he hesitated. "What sort of transformation would it be exactly? And would I have to, ummm, be with another horse or what exactly would I have to do? And Jessie would never need to know?"

"Transformation is a rather painless and pleasurable affair in this case. Takes thirty or forty minutes. Final form is a simple thoroughbred stallion. And you won't be meeting any other horses so nothing for Jessie to get jealous of there," Jo said with a faint smile. "Miss just likes to watch. You probably won't even ever see her. I'll be nearby monitoring thing too. Not that I've ever had any issues. You really couldn't be in any safer hands than mine on this, Trent," Jo assured him as she came closer to him. "And Jessie never needs to ever know, if that's your wish."

"It's not just that. I doubt you'd have repeat clients of that caliber if you weren't good at it. But putting aside that I still don't know if this is even real, I just moved in, I've had a long few days, I'm tried, I'm going behind my wife's back on this and I don't want to seem un-neighborly but-"

"Are these excuses for me yourself, sugar?" Jo interjected with no thought to restraint.

"Excuses?" he gulped back nervously at her.

"I get that you're apprehensive about things and it seems to good to be true. And I know you want think you have to think this through but call it a hunch, you already know what you wanna answer. You're just afraid to admit it," challenged Jo. As she did this she moved on him until Trent gave ground and started backing up.

"I-I-I-" stammered Trent. Was like she could read his mind.

"Just say yes and by the time you realize it was the right decision it will be time to start the transformation. Don't tell me the thought of spending a couple hours as a stallion isn't gnawing at you. And I don't exactly have the time for you to mull it over either," she told the man whose back she now had against the literal wall. "Either tell me you'll come or throw me out right now. What will it be?"

Trent had to choke down his learned corporate to stall knowing this woman wasn't interested. Reason told him to do one thing. The sensible thing. But he couldn't say it or act on it. Not in any earnest way. Because quite a large part of him wanted him to do what wasn't sensible. To take a risk on the off chance this is was what it sounded like. With Jo's eyes burning into him it was hard for him to think what Jessie would say other than that she loved him. Maybe that's why in the end his answer was what Jo had expected to get from the start.

"Okay, maybe I could go over with you and see how I feel once I'm there?" Trent attempted to negotiate.

That was all Jo really needed to hear and she back off with a wide grin. "Sure. I'm certain once you hear more and we get there you'll take my offer. Put some boots on and let's go."

"No jacket or anything? Do I need to change?" Trent asked with shaky excitement in the back of his throat.

"Just boots. I'll have you strip before give you the potion. That way you don't ruin any of your clothes since they won't really fit afterwards," she smiled. Jo reopened the door and stepped out to the porch while she watched Trent hastily put on his grass stained work boots. Once they were on she waved him out the door. "Come on, now. We don't have a lot of time and want to make you understand everything. Ask questions as you think of them but just know we are short on time."

"Got it," Trent nodded as he followed her out into the warm summer night.

Along the way Trent learned that the potion he was taking was one made so the drinker takes the form of a former race horse of the Miss. Jo wouldn't go too deep on physical details of him aside from noting his chestnut coat, sturdy frame, winning race accolades, and his demand as a stud. All things that Trent liked to hear and make the prospect of him ultimately turning Jo down all but an impossibility. As far as his mental awareness she promised him full control but was also quick to note animal bodies come with animal instincts. And they influence some of his thinking without altering memories or mental acuity. There were all further assurances of no real pain. Discomfort, cramping, and 'general weirdness' could be expected but nothing he couldn't handle. At least by Jo's measuring.

When they reached the stables Trent was relieved to see they were as clean and well maintained as they appeared at a distance. While Jo said she worked alone that with her rich clientele she was able to bring in contractors to provide the best facilities. And as they entered and walked down the center aisle of the t-shaped building they passed by mostly empty stalls but a few were occupied, including with one the of mare's, Nyx, he saw previously. Jo said all the animals in the stables were born as such. For other animals she kept Jo wouldn't comment. Trent was fine with the idea since it meant no other knowing eyes to be wary for.

Reaching the junction of the building they took a left and headed passed a few more stalls before reaching a sliding wall divider that separated the back half of the extension. They passed through a door build into and immediately Trent knew this was the spot Jo had been referring too. Here stalls were removed on one side and replaced with a purpose-built room attached to the wall with the nearest side replaced with the one-way mirror Jo had mentioned earlier. In front of it in the aisle space was a black rubber surface that looked recently cleaned and disinfected. All the windows were blocked out here and Trent even noticed signs of soundproofing in the well-lit space. Lastly he saw that two of the three stalls remaining on the one side were filled with tarp covered equipment of some kind, which he figured for cleaning supplies.

With Trent now exactly where she wanted him Jo moved to the next stage. "Okay, two things. First, now is when you'll want to strip. Second, I may have lied about our guest not being here yet," she said while giving the man some space to take off his clothes.

Trent tensed up. "Woah, wait- what?"

"Yes, well, I was trying to be a little kind I suppose. Reality is she arrived the same time I was running over to your place to ask if you would," she explained with a faint smile.

"Wait, wait, wait. You said I would be able to think this over once I was here," Trent anxiously brought up.

"What, do you not want to do this?" Jo challenged Trent.

"Yes. I mean, well, it's just I thought-"

"Yes is all that matters. We don't really have time to argue because she's already in her front row seat watching us. Don't really want to keep her waiting," Jo revealed, much to Trent's shock.

"Wait, she's already watching us?" Trent asked in a hushed tone as embarrassment struck him.

"Yes. She's understanding it's your first time on short notice but she's also a busy woman. So you get to taking your clothes off while I fetch your potion," Jo told him.

Before Trent could say another word Jo pushed by him and back out the door in the room divider. This left the man feeling exposed with no other idea what to do but what he was told. Off came the boots, pj bottoms, and t-shirt until he was down to just his underwear. With Jo still not back he just slid off them with his back turned to the polished mirror. Finally naked he could only wait there with his mind storming. He had only been ready to indulge his transformation fetish with simply fantasy and now here he was about to experience it.

Or so he hoped at least as minutes ticked by and Trent was left standing there wondering now if this was just all some big prank on him. So by the time Jo returned with her glass vial of something green he was nursing doubts that this supposed magical potion would do anything at all.

"Sorry about that. Had to tweak the potion a little for you, Trent. Should be set to go," Jo said while pushing the already open bottle vial in his hand.

"Do I just drink and...?"

"You drink it, hand me back the glass because they're valuable, and then I go stand over near the side door of the observation room. That way I can see you and be there in case Miss needs me. But you, you just do your best to not scream and stay round about where you are right now for the change," she advised in haste.

Trent carefully sniffed at the vial first. He picked up on hints of raspberry and earthiness. There wasn't much of the bubbly, though not carbonated, liquid. Those eyes on him, both seen and unseen, were the unspoken peer pressure that drove to Trent to go for it. With barely a shot's worth a liquid it washed quickly with the raspberry taste most prevalent followed by a floral aftertaste. No sooner was it down than Jo snatched the vial back. She then moved to the spot she mentioned and opened the door enough to stick her head in a few moments before pulling back and closing the door.

"She says you're a lot taller than her usual fair but she doesn't mind," Jo relayed while carefully pocketing the empty vial.

"Swell. How long should this take to start?" asked a shaky voiced Trent.

"Not very long. And since you're going horse you'll definitely notice when it does," Jo replies ambiguously.

Jake gulped hard. "I will?"

"Guaranteed, sugar," Jo affirmed and even added a wink.

With nothing else to say and his throat tight, Jake said nothing else. Instead he was left waiting for the potion to do anything other than poison and kill him. There was of course the chance she was bluffing and all he'd get is some indigestion. Or maybe she was telling the truth and he'd get that hot transformation he always desired. The possibilities swirled in his mind, competing with each other and only adding to his nerves. He was experiencing an upset stomach, heartburn, shakes, and was now sweating but each of those things could easily be symptoms of his anxiety.

Two minutes passed but they felt like ten to Trent. He was growing tempted to simply ask Jo what was going to happen rather than be left waiting. The more time that passed the more time he would look like a fool if this was a setup just for humiliation. So it was peculiar relieving when what had started as a gentle, subtle throbbing in his sweaty loins spread into his testicles and became a distinct, pulsating force. He tried at first to ignore it, preferring not to think something could be wrong down there in case he was poisoned. But it wasn't long before the feeling became a steadily more arousing one that was also causing his scrotum and testicles to look swollen larger. Something Trent couldn't ignore with it rubbing harder against both inner thighs.

So with his back turned to the mirror, Trent looked down at himself just to gasp when he saw them. Now some two times bigger than they were just moments before. The color of the flesh of his scrotum, especially nearer his body, was also now darker and closer to brown. It was a double-take moment for the man as he got to watch as his balls continued their rapid growth. Not only that but the dark flesh spread to cover his scrotum entirely around the time each ball looked near the size of a baseball. There was also signs of it spreading to the base of his cock which just at that prospect was stiffening up.

"Hey Trent, do you mind? The lady paid for a show you're playing peekaboo," Jo shouted at Trent loud enough to startle the man.

"Huh?" Trent was slow to answer, turning enough so that Jo see his cock being affected.

"Turn to face the mirror and come a little closer. Act like there isn't anyone on the other side and just enjoy the view. That's what I do," suggest Jo in tone just short of a demand.

Taking a moment to first confirm his penis was being effected, something he did when the base of the shaft began thickening considerably with more dark coloring seeping up it, Trent finally processed what Jo said. Saying nothing more he just gradually turned around then, carefully, walked closer to the mirror. As best he could Trent tried not to think of someone on the other side and just focus on the view in the reflection like Jo recommended.

This turned out to be a good prompt because the mirror revealed not only how big and equine his manhood was becoming but that the changes weren't limited there either. The flesh came over a similar dark brown to his loins while spread down his tights and around to his ass in a series of small freckles that would grow to merge together in something closer to a horse hide. Even some wiry bits of hair could be see but that wasn't all.

Turning in the mirror let Trent see the darkening flesh there too but an enlarging of his ass cheeks. He ran his hands over them, feeling the fat and muscle underneath packing on to him and pushing outward. Hairs could be felt all over and it didn't take long for a soft aching in his pelvis to cause his fattened cheeks to spread somewhat. This was met with his now softball sized testicles tucked up under him more, Trent couldn't help but bend over more which just made the spreading more noticeable.

"Holy shit," Trent had to gasp when he noticed that it already had an equine look to it. A burgeoning lump at the base of his spine also gave him hope that this was his biggest kink coming true.

Throbbing in Trent's cock turned him back around where he again was in awe of his manhood. Taking center stage this time was his developing equine penis. The base had darkened and a mottled coloring now spread up as far as six inches, covering all the parks of his cock that looked more fit for a horse. Further up but still thicker than usual were four more inches of dick, the head of which was no longer quite human. From there he watched it grow, getting longer with every hurried beat of his heart. And also more like that of a stallion with the coloring and girth stretching more and more to sizes Trent boggled at in person.

Before too long the weight of it along with the changes starting to get into his skeleton was unbalancing the man. So he leaned forward with one hand on the glass while the other he couldn't resist but to try and grab his cock with the other. Trent learned first that he was too thick to get one hand around it followed right by learning how sensitive it was. This second discovery had him gasping until just seconds later a small load squirted out the head of the nearly fourteen inches he now had. It splashed onto the mirror, finally drawing the attention of Jo who had moved out far enough to still see her victim.

"That's probably whatever human seed you had left. Won't need it where you're going anyhow," Jo remarked as she watched.

Turning his head to the woman, Trent's face was already flush red. "So... hot... Can barely keep my thoughts straight," he said in a pant.

"It's definitely quite the overwhelming experience. Especially the first time," Jo told Trent as she leaned against the edge of the mirror to watch him. Trent's cock continued to grow, swelling to seventeen and then nineteen inches of near fully equine cock. It pushed up against the mirror, sliding up and nearer to Trent's face as his torso was only just starting to get larger. "Miss's stallion was real stud from what I'm told so you've be dealing with a lot of horse the next few hours."

Trent wasn't sure if that was a warning or tease. Regardless he found himself unable to reply as he instead grit his teeth to bear the sudden mass waves of changes originating in his pelvis. As the spread he could feel his thighs bulging thicker with muscles while further down his lower legs were shaking with flush, splotching skin. His stance was being affected by these changes to his legs along with his ass, waist, and now gut and spine taking on more equine shapes. More of the dock of his tail formed while his still spreading ass cheeks revealed the puckered asshole of a horse and hanging balls below that any stallion would love.

All this forced his back end out more and more, making Trent feel like he was leaning forward without actually ever relieving that soft tension he felt. Doing this caused his cock to slip down the mirror until it flopped to hang mostly erect under him. A sheath was beginning to form between his thicker horse-like legs but that was out of sight for now. What Trent could see when he opened his eyes long enough were the changes that had started reaching his face. There his nostrils were larger, ears pointed, and cheeks puffed out.

"It's really kicking in now," observed Jo in something of an understatement.

By now much of Trent's rear end was sprouting horse hair like crazy with his tail also growing its first longer strands. This along with the shifts in muscle, ligament, fat, and bone structure gave him rump hard to not mistake for a pony's. And as it packed on more size and weight that pony was gradually upgraded to a more fitting stallion. It was no wonder then Trent having to back his feet up more now in addition to constantly widening his stance. The transformation was moving in his gut and chest now, swelling these areas grossly in the process, and now stretched into his ankles and feet. Making Trent finally have to abandon the mirror in order to fall clumsily to all fours.

This position and stage of the change meant he was heavily lopsided with a higher- and still getting higher- lower half while the front was only seeing the first effects. Despite this height issue Trent's head was high enough that he could still turn it and take in his glorious reflection. Far from perfect it was really just enough that he could still see his equine cock. The way it flopped partially down just from its weight, tip dripping excess, had Trent feeling another orgasm could come any moment. He was riding very, very high.

'It's all really happening! I love this move! I sure hope she lets me do this again. A few times,' Trent thought happily as guts ballooned, ribs stretched and grew, and tail flicked to life. Every breath now seemed to grow him a little larger which prompted him to take deeper, more frequent breaths to speed things up. This kept his spirits high even as his ballooning internal organs growth caused some cramping and unpleasant sensations. 'I'm getting so big. And still getting bigger... I love it!'

For Jo it was playing out better than she had hoped. Trent had gone along with things easily by all accounts and now that he was actually changing she could see he was won over. That meant she could start thinking about Jessie and her real goal. These devious thoughts are what stirred the broad smile on her face as saw Trent's skull growing larger, stretching his human features away. Her only regret being that she could have offered him less money and he would have done it.

"You're taking to this quite well. Horse's easy life may well suit you," Jo mused at Trent. "I wonder what Jessie would think if she could see you now."

Trent could hear the question but as the changes got into his jaw and nose causing them to tense before pushing forward into the beginnings of his snout there was no way for him to verbalize it. So instead he thought on it and at first was of the mind that Jessie would be initially shocked but knowing the change was temporary and that Trent was in no pain she would have to be okay with it. In fact, she would probably love to see him like this. So strong. So virile. So big. No doubt she would be impressed and... wait.

Shaking his head Trent found his thoughts weren't entirely his own. He knew very well that Jessie would be quite mad he did this without asking. The money might help smooth things over in the long run and Jessie would likely forgive him but doubtless she would not take this well. No matter how big, strong, and virile he was. That he had thought otherwise though seemed influenced by something else. And it hits him as he recalled Jo mentioned animal instincts creeping in. With stallion tackle of his size and his body just now over halfway progressed to full horse it's no wonder he was finding his normal train of thought was being hijacked without even noticing at first. Trouble for Trent now was how much of the horse he was going to listen too.

While his mind grappling with instinct Trent's body continued it's steady progress. By now much of his spine had lengthened along with his ribs and shoulders to give him that more stout, barrel chested look. Still he looked a very gaunt horse. This was due to muscle and fat still needing to mass as well as his skin being so taunt it was partially translucent over most of his ribs as chest. The leathery, fleshy hide was still spreading over his stomach and lower ribs so much was exposed. Further down his legs were more filled out and nearer their final proportions. Of course this also meant his feet were meeting their assumed fate.

Trent had already been on his tippy toes when the changes reached either foot, causing them to stretch longer and longer until looking warped beyond recognition. From here his toes cramped softly as they were effectively merged. What was left over darkened and became the root of quick to harden hooves. A welcome change as the weight of his hind legs came into their own at last. Having hooves helped Trent feel like all that strength surging back there could be put to some use. It also prompted him to turn slightly so that his head- which had come to sit upon an increasingly longer, stouter neck- could admire the view from behind him of himself in the mirror.

'So huge... And that's all me. All me,' Trent thought blissfully at his reflection. His haunches, ass, and legs almost down to the hooves were covered in dark horse hide with the dark chestnut hair covering it coming in thickly enough that he really did look impeccably like a stallion. But of course while it was all impressive it was everything from his pluming tail straight down to his pendulous, large balls that made him feel like this was all more than worth the risk. 'Feel like I could gallop a thousand miles and jump over the barn. And fuck if I had to admit it I feel like I could mount a hundred mares a day and not be satisfied. How could a stallion ever be if these are the sorts of things they feel every moment?'

Lost on Trent's internal monologue was that much of the arousal he was experiencing was either due to the sudden surge of hormones into his body from the transformation itself mixed with his own long held desires related to his most private kink. It's why he felt so overcharged with lust that he was starting to wish that Jo had let him have some fun with at least one mare. That then brought memories of Jo's mare Nyx to mind and Trent wondered if she would be impressed with him now.

Much as he loved watching his reflection the advancing changes meant that his view wasn't going to last. Trent's shoulders had been growing upward like two jagged mountain ranges with a valley in the middle. That along with his neck elongating and breast broadening left Trent unable to do much but look forward. So he could only feel the bones pushing into his hands and fingers, merging much and forming the basis of his second set of hooves. Something Trent was grateful for given those larger shoulders and neck put more weight on him.

"You're taking to this even better than the Miss's usual, by my reckoning," Jo commented blithely from her spot. "Not much longer now."

Hearing that made Trent want to rejoice with a whinny but his face was still pushing out. With it Trent's teeth and tongue had come under the enchantment and grew to fill the new space. These changes mostly happened out of sight but his broadening, equine nose was easy to see even for Trent himself. More so when his shifting skull cracked and shifted his vision to accommodate for his snout. At the same time his eyes would ache, sometimes momentarily causing colors to disappear from his vision. This was as they bulged larger. And as a result his blue eyes were dulled to a more simple brown while either pupil stretching wider to better fit the horse he almost was now.

More expansion at the top of his skull pushed his ears further apart. His head was left bald only briefly before the spread hide scaled his neck and worked to cover him completely. This all brought longer hairs that were quickly making of a mange for Trent. They were a slightly darker brown than his chestnut coat with more frizz and fluffy to it, similar to his tail if anything. These helped hide the somewhat grotesque sight of Trent's neck thickening down to his muscled breast. But like the rest of him soon it too filled in and coated in horse hair so that it blended into the rest of the changes perfectly.

Finally the stiffness in Trent's jaw that had kept it effectively clamped shut for several minutes abated, allowing him to finally breath out of his mouth again. Hearing the heavy, deep heaving of his new body was enough to give him euphoric feelings of feeling delighted with his body. Wheezing whinnies were even developing now that he could catch his breath. The aching and crackling noises in his ears were also dissipating due to either ear now looking more fit for a horse. There was now nothing that would have told you the stallion present, even if not fully transformed, used to be a human. Let alone Trent. Horse hair was still coming in on his neck and head as well as some bones and ligaments still shifting but those were minor things now. He was so close to the end.

As the few changes remaining finished their work and dissipated Trent felt control of his new body coming online. He could flick his tail, lift and stomp his legs, shake his neck, and only needed to move in any direction to stir the throbbing horse cock beneath him. It seemed his hottest dream had come true and it was even more marvelous than Trent could have hoped. Nothing was preventing him from again investigating his reflection, this time being mesmerized by the long face staring back him. He pushed his snout right against it, nostril steaming up the mirror, just to get that little bit closer.

'That's me. That's all me. I'm fucking magnificent!' Trent thought with no consideration for being humble. He just kept staring and only broke away when those last changes working on his snout completed their work. With that came a relieved sense that the transformation had worked perfectly. Better than Trent's best hopes. So he backed away from mirror just to start admiring the stallion he became. With particular attention paid to his new genitalia, who had never started wanting for acting on their desires. 'So big. So fucking big. It's almost too much but, but I can handle it. Just cause I want to fuck a juicy, hot, sweet, tight, leathery mare cunt right now doesn't mean these instincts are in control. I still know who I am.'

Determined as Trent was to experience stallion life with a brain unchecked by more carnal stallion impulses just the mention of mare pussy made the image of such vivid in his mind. Memories of the backsides of Jo's mares were now playing every few seconds in Trent's mind while he continued to admire himself. It kept his cock hard and his balls, which were melon sized and hung near to his knees, pulsed eagerly.

"Someone looks like they've finished. And by the looks of it you enjoyed yourself so far," remarked Jo as she pushed off the wall to walk nearer to the newly minted stallion. Petting his mane and back caused Trent to jump a little at first but soon he calmed to her touch somewhat. "It's an adjustment to be sure but you'll adapt. They always do," she added.

Trent was only half listening at that point. The horse in the mirror was just too handsome for Trent to move far from it. His only agitation aside from a desire for a mare was the rubber floor didn't allow for a good sound when his hooves fell. A small complaint when compared to everything being beyond expectations.

"Perfect potion work as always. You're a spitting image of- oh wait, I think I hear our Miss knocking," Jo said as she alerted to a sound Trent didn't even hear. But all the same she went to the door of the viewing room, opened it and stuck her head in for another brief conversation. This time she came away with a devious smile as she hurried away after closing the door. She walked right by Trent and to one of the stalls that had something covered in it. "It appears the Miss noticed your excitement at the transformation and wants you to have some fun with it. Let you get your rocks off a little. Or should I say boulders in your case?"

It took Jo's peculiar, teasing remarks to pull Trent away from his reflection. He turned in time to see what was under the tarp as Jo pulled it away. And at first he was confused what he was looking at. Situated on two thick still supports that were welded to a frame on wheels was a four foot long padded cylinder set a little over four feet from the ground. With a diameter of some twenty inches with a leather outside and layers of roll foam inside to provide cushioning for a lot of weight. Then as Jo rolled it out of the stall and into the center of the room Trent could see that while one end of the padding was closed off the other end had a large hole bored deep into. Also, cut and formed into the padding was a large several gallon vessel attached with some tubing and wiring visible.

"As I can't have you on my mares this beauty will have to serve as a stand in for you. She'll be more than up to the task of you once I have her set up," Jo explained while carefully lining up the apparatus with several prepared holes drilled into the floor. Once she had Jo took out a large screw which she inserted through a hole in the base to the ground. Then after loosely screwing in all four and locking the wheels she got up to retrieve her drill. "Ranchers and trainers use jump mares like these to collect and store a thoroughbred stallion's sperm until it's needed or sold. And while yours can't fetch the pretty penny it would for a normal horse it's still enough to earn some extra on the side. I don't think you'll mind the process either. And Miss insists on it."

Hearing and finally understanding what the device was filled Trent with such energy that he went from no idea what it was to eager to jump on. He had to wait as Jo drilled in the screws, securing it to the floor. After that she put on some rubber gloves that went up past her elbows she used a large bottle of lubricant to ready to entry hole for waiting stallion. Seeing how delighted Trent was made Jo all the more confident her scheme was going to play out how she hoped. Still she tried to restrain any outward signs she was anything other than accommodating to Trent's needs.

The final step came when Jo retrieved another homemade bottle which came with own dropper. She drew out a few drops of the clear liquid then sprinkled it on the topside of the pad. Any question as to what this was for Trent went away when he sniffed the hair and picked up on the pungent aroma now arising from the jump mare.

"Distilled mare in heat. Just a few drops makes a stallion-" but as Jo finished her work and stepped away Trent was right there looking to mount it already. "Makes a stallion absolutely lose his freakin' mind," she finished knowing Trent wasn't paying attention.

How could he though when what he smelled seemed to real? He reached the jump mare with his nose only to hastily do his level best to mount it. This did not go well in the first attempts with Trent trying to at first balance both front hooves on the back of the pad as he tried to enter. Then he switched to approaching more from the side. More failed attempts followed causing Trent to grow increasingly frustrated. He whinnied, stomped, and snorted but kept on trying- utterly determined to get it.

Jo allowed him his efforts before finally showing mercy. She came over, helped him square up properly, then helped both guide him on top so that his forelegs were comfortable and helped the mushroom tipped head of his cock find the dripping entrance. That was all it took and Trent was able to piece the rest together, thrusting in and immediately shuddering with pleasure. A high pitched whinny escaped him when he managed to get almost all two feet of horse cock he'd grown into it. That rewarding feeling was followed up with a few more successive thrusts, each one smoother and deeper than the last.

'So tight. Must cum. Must breed,' Trent thought hotly. The urges in his body were strong, flooding his senses with all the clearheadedness of stallion when a mare in season is in its midst. And so primed was Trent's penis already that just these simple actions were enough to trigger his first real orgasm as a horse. Something he couldn't have been prepared for. The sheer bestial lust that had him was so strong that not only did he wish a real mare under him but that the mare was Jessie. Either that or she was standing right beside him, telling what a real man he was for this. If she could see the collection tank filling with his potent seed she would be proud and happy that her husband made such a good stallion. She'd surely even encourage him to mate with a few real mares so he can know how it feels. Jessie would totally understand.

So lost in his equine lust that no reason came this time to retort his hopes about Jessie. So the feeling that this was right and good never left Trent. Everything he was doing was justified. And even as his balls finally emptied a little and the heat subsided enough that he could dismount Trent was free of guilt or worry.

Jo was there to help Trent dismount off the mare with plenty of excess oozing out the end once he was finally out. Lube always dripped off Trent's cock which was finally looking soft for once.

"That's a good boy. Just like a real stud," Jo stressed as she pet and stroked his snout and mane. Jo could tell from the look in his eye how horse-brained he was. And only needed to glance at his still swollen testicles to know Trent's stallion desires were only momentarily sated. In that haze Jo led him over to the one open stall where she had a trough of water waiting. "Have a drink, catch your breath, and relax a little. Won't be long before you're ready for another round. That potion should induce a few over the next couple hours until you change back. You'll love it, sugar" she assured.

The thirsty horse obliged and started lapping it up, allowing Trent to cool down a little. Soon he was able to relax like she said and could consider her words more. The prospect of mounting the mare again and reliving all those feelings was immediately exciting. So perhaps he was too distracted to realize he had begun to relieve himself with a pool of piss forming under him that quickly drained through a waiting grate. Still embarrassment hit and after Trent tried to stop and couldn't he looked back at Jo regretfully.

She just smiled. "While you're a horse you're allowed to act like one, Trent. I'm not gonna judge you for that. And Miss won't mind. Trust me," Jo told him. She then patted Trent's haunch before walking away. "Let me see if the Miss has any thoughts. You keep enjoying yourself."

Hearing those words perked Trent up and really did help him relax that little bit more. That meant once Jo's back was turned he could lift his tail and push out the small hill of horse turds he'd been keeping in since his bowels grew to stallion size. He then went back to his water and soon to the bucket of feed he also found in the stall, still relieving himself freely.

'I make such a good horse. I really hope Jo is in need of a stallion around here,' Trent hoped as he recovered his strength. He wanted to enjoy the rest of his time as a stallion to the fullest in that off chance this would be his only experience. Hard to think with how at home Trent felt in his changed body.

Jo could smell Trent's complacency with his new body and its functions. And it meant he was as good as wrapped around her finger now. She went again to the door of the private viewing room and ducking inside with Trent thoroughly distracted. There she alone aside from the tripod and the video camera on top. Jo briefly checks to make sure there is still plenty of battery left for at least another hour of footage. Even if she really did have all she needed already. With that set she took out her phone and went to the messages where several from Jessie to Jo were waiting. Included were several selfies from Jessie in bed at her apartment alone in little more than skimpy lingerie.

'Looking beautiful, girl. You enjoying that special tea I made you?' Jo texted to Jessie.

'Course! Why do you think you're getting pics? Trent would be so mad,' came Jessie's reply.

Smirking Jo sent a simply response of 'Trent's an animal. I wouldn't worry,' then basked in the feeling of having both her fishes hooked.

Next would be reeling them in. Something Jo knew to take her time with. Love potions needed to be slow dosed to someone in order to be truly effective. And like any good witch Jo could be patient. Especially when she wanted something, someone, as badly as she did Jessie.

Unaware of any malice, Trent filled his belly happily while feeling his strength and vigor returned. With such elation and simply joy it was no wonder Trent didn't notice the things that were off. He just wanted so badly to live a fantasy that he walked into a trap. And if he doesn't figure it out soon both he and his wife will fall under Jo's sway. Permanently.

Part II: Fluffing

The days following that night were a mixed bag for Trent. After the initial high from the transformation and quality time spent as a stallion he had come down hard. Crashing in bed afterwards he slept near fourteen hours into the next day and still woke sore, groggy, and wondering at first if it had been a dream. But after waking up there was no doubt that it had really happened as the memory was seared into his consciousness now. He may have no longer looked like a horse what on the inside he couldn't help but sense it lingering somewhat.

What came afterwards though was less pleasant as shame and remorse crept in more and more. That he hadn't asked Jessie or could work up the courage to tell her began to weigh on him. And the feeling just got worse when Jessie returned from the city looking like she never, ever wanted to go back. Sex followed quickly too as once she started kissing Trent she didn't stop until an hour later when both were naked in bed feeling sweaty, tired, and wishing they had grabbed a towel. The whole time Trent found his attention wavering when vivid memories of being endowed like a stallion distracted him. Something that would continue to dog him as the days rolled on.

Making matters even more stressful for Trent was the relative absence of Jo since that night. She had cut Trent a check for the money- which he was considering now never cashing- and had been herself sparse since then. Trent only caught a few glimpses of her at a distance while also noticing that frequency of visits by different luxury vehicles all with tinted windows and dealer plates. Even a few words with her might have calmed him but instead it was Jessie who ran into Jo when Trent was never around. Which didn't help Trent's nerves any.

One week on and there wasn't a day that passed that didn't have Trent's stomach in knots worrying about Jessie. He knew that it wasn't a secret he could keep but once he decided that moving to step two, actually telling Jessie, just never happened. Trent simply couldn't see a way of explaining what happened in a way that wouldn't probably anger her. Then there was also the nagging fear for Trent that Jo would say something when he wasn't around to at least try and explain. So going into Friday afternoon and early evening Trent was hoping that maybe Saturday, a day they planned to relax from all their work, would be the one where he'd break the news to Jessie about what he had done.

It was just after supper with Trent and Jessie out on the porch in a couple of reclining chairs, a couple beers, and a great view of the sun setting. For Trent is was like enjoying the calm before a storm that would likely come from their big talk planned tomorrow. He did his best not to think about it. Wouldn't do him any good at this point anyway.

For her part Jessie hadn't noticed any changes in Trent's behavior. Not that he didn't hide it well but more than a few times he was caught staring off into space thinking about what it felt to be hung like a horse. She never got mad though. Certainly helped that she was often distracted herself, usually by her phone. There were also times when she'd go to work on something by herself just for Trent to not see her for several hours. Since he was often split between stallion reminiscing and fearing a tongue lashing from Jessie, Trent wasn't really aware of this. Meaning they both could enjoy the rest of their Friday in peace.

That serene moment was curtailed when the sharp whiny of a horse startled the couple, causing Trent's beer to fizz up and spill on his shirt. There trotting up from alongside there house was Jo riding again but she was on a new horse this time. One that made Trent literally stand up and take notice while Jessie remained seated as Jo trotted right up to them both. She had on a flannel shirt, jeans, and worn baseball cap.

"Evening you two. Hope you don't mind I wandered over when I saw you two were out. Feels like ages since I've seen you, Trent," Jo greeted warmly to the staring man.

"Jo! There you are," Jessie greeted while Trent regained his composure.

"Oh, hey, Jo. Just got a little startled when you came up," Trent excused as he sat back down and wiped the spilled beer off his shirt. He was doing his best to downplay the real reason he got up was the sight of the massive horse Jo was riding.

"Yeah, I'm still breakin' this girl in a little. She only just joined the farm this week. Donation from one of my clients. They were closing down their stables and were looking for a home for a few of their horses. I picked up this girl, Eva, and her sister Inna because they were just too gorgeous," Jo explained casually.

"She looks lovely. What kind is she? I didn't know they came that big," asked Jessie.

"Clydesdales. Eva here is the bigger of the two by a few pounds. But she's also the more docile and easy to ride, if a bit too curious for her own good some times," Jo said, tugging the reigns gently to stop the horse dining on the flowers they had planted.

"Well I think she's a real looker. Just like her new owner," Jessie complimented, making Jo blush a little. "Do you think so, Trent?" she added.

"A real looker, yeah," Trent said as he nodded.

After swooning a little Jo looked right down at Trent as she asked, "Bet you'd love to get on top of this mare, wouldn't you, Trent?"

"Wh-What? W-W-Why would- No! I wouldn't I-" stumbled Trent as he came over flustered.

"Are you all right, hun? Still on edge from before?" asked Jessie with honest concern.

Trent was at a loss for what to say. He was worried Jo was about to spill the beans about his horseplay. Something Jo seemed to enjoy letting him stew in a few seconds before finally showing some mercy.

"Was only asking if you'd want to go riding some time, sugar. I won't take offense if you won't want to," Jo smiled.

"R-Ride? Oh. Oh you meant like with a saddle. Right, right. I dunno. I've never really... ridden before," Trent admitted while trying to regain his composure.

"Never, huh? Well it's never too late to learn," Jo offered graciously.

"Might have to take you up on that some time," responded Trent as coolly as he could manage. Jessie seemed to be taunting him and it was making him nervous again.

"Certainly. So how have you two been? All moved in yet? Busy weekend ahead?" Jo asked the pair.

"Mostly moved in finally. There is still some work to do around the house but I'd say we're pretty settled in. Weekend was just going to be a lot of laying around and doing nothing, honestly. Just enjoying the wonderful views," Jessie answered Jo with the last line coming as the two women shared a longing gaze.

"A well deserved rest. Have shows to catch up on too and maybe some reading," Trent tacked on in a continued effort to not draw Jessie's attention. Unaware that wasn't currently an issue.

"What were your plans, Jo? Maybe we could find some time to hang out and catch up more properly?" asked Jessie.

"Well my weekend is rather clear too so maybe we can arrange that. Another girl talk session," Jo smiled at Jessie before side-eyeing Trent to add, "Hope you don't mind, Trent."

"Course not. No problems from me how she wants to spend some of her free time. Wouldn't mind trying some of that tea Jessie always raves about," Trent said courteously.

"That one might not exactly be your style, sugar. It's a bit flowery and girly. Course I do have some other homemade drinks if you're thirsty," Jo said knowingly to Trent. That hint of smugness faded entirely when Jo turned to address both of them again. "I did have an ulterior motive for my trip too. Nothing sinister I assure you as it's more of an offer of opportunity that just so happened to arise in the last couple hours. Something I think would be up Trent's alley and perhaps together we could win over Jessie to our side too," she said with a wink towards Trent.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that," Trent chuckled while starting to sweat.

"An offer? For what? And what would Trent know?" a smiling Jessie questioned.

"I don't know anything," was Trent's immediate defense.

"I wouldn't self yourself too short, sugar. I'm sure there's plenty you know," Jo told Trent then looked to Jessie. "You remember what I said I do for my special clientele? That big income stream I mentioned? The ones that use my witchcraft for potions to transform themselves?"

The question had Jessie thinking while Trent looked panicked. Then Jessie remembered. "Oh right, that! That was the thing... oh my gosh, I feel so embarrassed. I told you that Trent was into that too, didn't I?" she asked as she genuinely sounded she was in the wrong.

"You did, dear, but you were very drunk and trying to talk up your lovely husband some. No shame in it really. We're all adults here after all. I'm sure Trent can empathize on some level," Jo assured Jessie.

"Jessie, babe, it's fine. I'm not mad or anything. But... I guess I don't know what you mean the special clientele and income stream," Trent said in an attempt to play dumb about things he already knew.

"Oh that's right. You never did get a chance to tell Trent, did you? Oh honey, you may be interested in this. Our neighbor here, in addition to so many other great attributes, is also a real practicing witch of some sort. Good enough that she has eager one percenters coming from all over just her services. Must do great business and all based around that little kink of yours. Guess you're in good company, hmm?"

"Very well-paying company with a lot of particular tastes for all sorts of things. They're also very busy people with hectic schedules. Schedules that sometimes change drastically at the last minute leaving me with costly potions prepared and no one to take them. And their potency fades quickly so if someone cancels, like just happened, I'm stuck usually tossing things out. Sure I still bill them for it but wasting reagents is never good business or good witchcraft," Jo claimed.

Jessie listened and was being drawn in while Trent couldn't help but feel a touch of déjà vu with the conversation. He listened on to see if he was about to hear the same offer Jo made to him last week now to the pair.

"I can imagine that's a bummer. You said some of the stuff you get you have to special order import from Tibet and the rain forest and all over the place," recalled Jessie.

"Good thing you charge them then. I take it they don't mind? Not like they can raise a fuss about it," figured Trent as he attempted to rejoin the conversation.

"They understand. It's part of the contract anyway. But it's not the money that brings me over here so much as an idea born out of an unwillingness to part with two potions I put so much work into. You see I just had a couple cancel who had a whole evening planned that involved another of my clients as well. So I was left with two potions, two spots, and two transformations when I thought, 'I've got two lovely new neighbors that might be able to help.' And now here I am, seeing if you'd two like to take their place for a different sort of romantic evening," Jo offered at last.

For a moment the couple were both stunned by the offer. For Jessie it seemed to be just the matter of piecing together exactly Jo meant. Meanwhile Trent knew it all sounded familiar which had worried him to start but came to soon think this might be a nice way to see if his wife would be into this sort of thing- something he had always secretly wanted. Seeing as Jo hadn't let on about Trent's time as a stallion so far he started wishing for her to win Jessie over like she had him. Not easy given Jessie's apartment disinterest in transformation of any kind.

"So a transformation? For us both? Into what? And what romantic plans were there?" Jessie asked with increasing interest.

"One transformation for each of you for just a few hours. Then you'd be my guests for a bit while I take care of another client who always likes an audience. You'll be side by side and free to act however you'd like. As for what you're changing into..." Jo chose to let the moment drag out a little just so see either squirm a little.

'Just say horse. No way that doesn't win her over,' Trent thought eagerly as he had a hunch what was going to be offered.

"Well? Stop being such an adorable tease, Jo," urged a playfully eager Jessie.

"Sorry. Can't help myself sometimes. You'd be turned a pair of domesticated rabbits. Hollanders to be more accurate. Plus the change itself is a lovely one. Totally painless and tweaked towards enjoyment. Plus you'll still have your wits even when small. Just a little bit of bunny brains in there. Promise," Jo assured with a bow from still atop her horse.

Again the pair were speechless. Trent's was having to reconfigure his expectations to an animal he wasn't unfamiliar with so far as his fetish went. The ears, the tail, the propensity for breeding- all of it appealed to him. Even the shrinking would be interesting to experience when compared to the growth he experienced the first time. So no wonder Trent was bulging in his shorts noticeably. Of course then he remembered his interest wasn't the deciding factor. It was Jessie's. And she was not so clearly enthusiastic.

"I dunno. I've never really 'gotten' it really. With the transformation stuff. Seems weird but obviously it has some appeal to people. What do you think, Trent? Would that be something you're interested in?" Jessie asked her husband.

"Who, wha- me? Rabbit? I, uhhh, I could... yeah, I could see me, I mean, us doing that. But only if you wanted to, babe. I know you're not into so I wouldn't want to force you or anything just for my benefit," Trent insisted to Jessie.

"I didn't have many doubts Trent would be interested. All whether you want to take the dip or not, Jessie. I promise I'll take care of you both the whole time and that I'll even have you back and human again by midnight at the latest," Jo promised but her eyes came to rest on Jessie's once again.

The decision fell to Jessie who sipped a few times at her beer while thinking things over. For Trent it felt like an interminable wait with the more time that passed the more he figured Jessie would politely turn the idea down. That would leave Trent in awkward situation but even more worrying is if Jo would take offense somehow and then spill the beans about his previous transformation foray. Jo on the other hand appeared increasingly confident she knew what Jessie would say. It just a matter of the woman saying it.

"Sure. Fuck it. If Trent and jet set are into it then I can give it a shot," Jessie at last said, reliving Trent and giving Jo a big bring. The woman then downed the rest of her drink in one go before opening another. "Is it okay if I get a little tipsy for this? Helps with the nerves," chuckled the woman.

"You'll be dizzier but you'll survive. You know I wouldn't put you in any harm, Jess," Jo affirmed with her hand over her heart.

"Jess? She doesn't like that," warned Trent but with a smile. Hearing Jessie agree to it had relieved so much tension from him that now he was riding a sudden, welcome high.

"She doesn't? Well then, my mistake," Jo was quick to apologize.

"Huh? Oh no, it's fine, Trent. If she's comfortable saying it she can. I mean, she's about to turn us into rabbits. Whatever name she wants to use is fine," Jessie immediately refuted.

"Really? You always hated that. Wouldn't even let me call you that," Trent said playfully as he sat up and finished off his own beer.

Jessie shrugged. "Is it a big deal?"

"No, of course not. Just surprised is all," Trent clarified. "So do we need to come with you now or...?" he asked Jo.

The woman on the horse checked her watch. "How about I give you two ten or so minutes to get yourself together, put on some clothes you possibly don't mind getting dirty, and then you see that stable behind the house? The one with the black roof?" Jo pointed out to them both. Trent recognized it as the same she had taken him to before. "I'll leave the doors open so just come on in. I'll be just inside putting this one back in her stall for some supper," Jo said to her horse.

Eva whinnied and was looking to go already.

"We'll meet you there then," Jessie promised before downing the rest of her second beer.

"Wonderful. I'll see you both there then. Trent. Jess," Jo nodded to them both before galloping off. With Jessie watching her go while Trent started gathering their empty bottles to head inside.

"You really wanna do this, right? I hope you didn't just do this for me," Trent asked once alone.

"I promise you that it isn't just for your sake. Maybe I'm a little curious about all this transformation stuff," she answered. Then Jessie added, "Part of it is I do enjoy Jo's company. Haven't had a close female friend like her since..."

"Since the girl you dated in college? Wasn't she more of a pampered one though? Feel like you said they were your type when it came to women," Trent did his best to recall as the pair ascended the stairs to the bedroom to change.

"You implying I have a crush on her?"

"No, not that. Just, I thought you sort of had a type when it came to your female friends. It's fine if that's changed or she's different. I'm happy you enjoy her company. I haven't hung out with her quite as much as you," Trent lied despite not really wanting to.

"I think you'll like her too when you get to know her more. Is transformation something you can bond with a person over you think?" Jessie asked as she opened her closet.

"I think so. Little hard since I figure we won't be able to talk once we're, you know, small and fuzzy," Trent figured. He opened his own drawers and wasn't putting much thought into clothing he assumed he wouldn't be wearing long.

"Oh you're right. Won't be able to talk. Well, if nothing else this will be one heck of a weird milestone for our relationship. A private one for sure," Jessie added. "I'm not even sure what I should wear for this. It's not like they'll fit."

"Wearing loose things I figure. Probably don't need to worry about underwear either," Trent answered. From his drawers came an old t-shirt from college and some basketball shorts.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have tits," Jessie retorted. "But it's not like I'll have those for long either. Screw it. I'll just wear and old nighty shirt and some shorts with my sandals. Treat it like a spa treatment. A really weird one where I'm tuned into a bunny rabbit."

"Heh, assuming that witchcraft and magic stuff is real," doubted Trent as he changed, knowing full well how effective Jo's skills were.

"I trust her. I saw some things in her house when I was over that make me feel like she's on the level with us. Strange as it would sound to any normal person," Jessie mused.

"You know her best and I trust you so that's enough for me. I'm more than a little excited, if I'm honest."

"Like I haven't noticed. Rabbits a thing for you? I think rabbit and hot and I think centerfolds," Jessie said for herself.

"I mean, they're not my favorites or anything but I've seen few examples that weren't bad. I guess it's more just changing at all that's got me riled up," said Trent.

"You're adorable, hun," Jessie smirked. "So what animals you would have preferred if you could choose? Horses? I feel you mentioned horses before... or maybe I'm misremembering."

"Don't remember if I told you my preferences but horse is among them. I guess a lot of farm animals would. Aside from that, dogs aren't too crazy of an option," Trent answered carefully as he finished changing.

"Huh," was all Jessie responded with. That made Trent quietly a little nervous of her judgment. But after she finished changing and went to the door, taking his hand as they walked out, Jessie said a little more. "Dogs might be fun. They always look excited and happy," she told him.

"They do, don't they?" nodded Trent.

The couple left their house not locking the door, without their phones, and walked over to the only other property in sight as the sun continued to set. Along the way Jessie asked Trent more questions about his transformation fetish which he elaborated on as best he could without mentioning this was actually his second time transforming into an animal. Jessie was definitely tipsy but was in good spirits. If she had any anxieties about what was coming she hid them well from Trent.

When the reached the stables the door was open like Jo said with a bright light shining out from inside. They stepped in and had their uses hit with all the smells of a farm. It brought back vivid memories for Trent who had to act like he was a babe in woods. And just a few stalls down as promised was Jo who was just finishing up brushing Eva.

"Glad to see you two didn't have any second doubts on the matter. And both looking like they're ready for massage, haha!" Jo couldn't help but laugh.

"You throwing that in extra?" Jessie teased back.

"Best I can do is some pets once you're a rabbit," offered Jo.

"Might have to take you up on that," replied Jessie.

Trent cleared his throat. "Uhhh, ladies?"

The two women smiled at the other then Jo put down the brush and closed Eve into her pen. "Thank you, Trent. We are under a little bit of a time crunch. If you two will follow me I'll show you to where you'll be changing. Should take you both about twenty minutes from start to finish. Maybe a little faster," Jo mentioned as she waved for them to follow her.

"Almost thought we'd just poof into bunnies," Jessie suggested.

"You mean change instantly? Perhaps possible but most like to enjoy the change itself. Isn't that right, Trent," Jo asked without looking back.

"You're not wrong. That's half the fun at least," Trent said with a frail confidence.

"Is it? Guess I'll find out soon enough. Are you going to be there with us, Jo?" asked Jessie.

"My plan was, after you've both taken your potions and I've confirmed your changes properly progressing I'll give you your privacy. I'll return after you've changed and had some time to... acclimate yourselves with your new forms. Once we get to that point I'll explain the rest but I think you two have enough on your minds without have to think about that. Just relax, trust my expertise, and try to enjoy yourselves. Shouldn't be too hard I bet," Jo explained with ease.

The three continued through the large stables, eventually coming to the same dividing wall and door in it that Trent had seen in his dreams since that night. And when he stepped into the room itself his heart was just before becoming a horse. Jo showed them around though Trent's attention wavered with him noticing the holes in the rubber floor used for anchoring and then to the still covered jump mare in the closed stall. The mirror too had Trent biting his lip while Jessie liked the idea of being able to watch. She wanted to see inside to be sure it was empty and after seeing it was Jessie and Trent were ready to start.

Jo left and returned shortly after with two vial that reminded Trent of the one he had taken to turn into a horse. These though had an opaque white liquid inside. When uncorked they had the aroma of star anise and milkwood. Jessie shivered at the smell but pulled herself together while Trent readied himself for another transformation.

"Just take it like you would a shot. Sorry I don't have a chaser for either of you but the taste shouldn't be so bad. Effects should come quick. It will heat you up some before leveling off just so you're aware," Jo advised to both her guests.

The two took a breath then looked at each other and smiled.

"Bottoms up," Trent toasted.

"To new experiences. May they not poison us," Jessie with a touch of fret before knocking the bottle back. Prompting Trent to do the same soon after.

The taste was bitter but like Jo promised wasn't around long before all sinking down their throats. Jo snuck in to take the vials from them while they were still just working it down. Then she stepped a few paces back to lean against the side of the viewing room, half-cocked smile on her face.

"Not so bad, was it?" remarked Jo.

"I've tasted worse," Jessie said as the flavor cleared.

"No complaints here. Feel pretty normal still," said Trent.

"It works quickly, sugar, but not fast. Give it a couple minutes and tell me if anything feels a little strange," Jo told them both.

"Strange how?" Jessie quickly asked.

"It'll be rather distinct, Jess. You'll know what I mean soon." Jo assured.

"Not the most helpful answer," Jessie replied with faux crassness.

"There might not be a good reference point since we're dealing in magic and transformation here, babe," Trent said in defense of Jo.

"Thank you, sugar. He's right, you know. Maybe if you changed before I could give hints but this all new for you. But it won't be subtle. I promise," Jo said with arms now crossed in front of her.

"Sure, whatever," Jessie huffed off before keeping the conversation going. "So have you ever transformed before, Jo? And if so any favorites?"

The question seemed to amuse Jo. "I wouldn't have gotten as good as I am without a lot of trial and error testing, adjustments, and experimentation. Some of those involved myself so I know my way around things. As for my favorites, well, maybe I'll tell you some other time. It's more fun to chat about once you've experienced it a little yourself," Jo promised.

"I can imagine," Trent acknowledged with his only little nod towards Jo. Who in return appeared amused by the inference.

"No doubt you can, sugar," Jo winked back at him.

A few more moments passed with neither Trent or Jessie showing any outward sides of changes. However it wasn't long until the predicted heat Jo mentioned did start to rise. Wasn't until Trent wiped his brow and Jessie rubbed her sweat slicked neck innocently that they really noticed. Jessie very quickly came over a little frantic while Trent's reaction was arousal.

"Do you feel that too? That heat? Like this place is becoming a sauna?" Jo asked her husband.

"Definitely. Skin is a little twitchy too I think," added Trent.

"Is it? I don't feel anything other than that heat," Jessie repeated while puffing out her shirt to air herself.

"That's how it starts. Not long now," smiled Jo, her eyes already knowing where to look for the first changes.

"I'm getting goosebumps all over. I still can't believe this is happening. So wild," Jessie said as her teeth chattering softly.

"You'll be fine, Jessie. Jo knows what she's doing," Trent assured her. In doing so he just happened to notice something different about his wife. And he only needed to stare a few seconds to confirm it, leading to him having to hide a smile. He instead glanced at Jo who had picked up on changes too. Now it simply a waiting game for when Jessie would catch on.

Distracted by latent angst, Jessie was looking more at her arms, hands, and torso for anything that appeared irregular in any way. That left her unaware those expected first changes were at work out of sight as either of her ears, usually obscured by her hair, were now poking through it with the tops elongated upward while the sides could be seen rounding somewhat. Their look was strange at first but as each ear got longer they got larger in size. Adding to that was the beginnings of her own hair thinning which revealed that the base of her ears now looked very rabbit-like indeed.

This led to Trent discreetly confirming that his own ears were changing in much the same fashion. Wanting to not spoil things for Jessie he nonchalantly moved behind her. That angle allowed Trent a view of his wife's reflection which she had failed to pick up on yet. When Trent felt a familiar tingling his nose he first looked to Jessie's reflection to see that her nose was getting smaller. Not only that it was looking flatter on her face with the flesh around the shrinking nostrils pinking. He of course had to feel at his own nose to confirm his was going in a similar direction.

Jo was enjoying developing scene in front of her. Like Trent she was waiting for Jessie's reaction.

"How much longer do you think? I'm getting all sweaty and my head kinda hurts but I don't look any different," Jessie asked Jo with eyes looking down her hands.

"That so?" Jo questioned in a tone of voice that was enough to Jessie's attention.

"What do you mean by that? Has something changed? Do I have a tail and I don't feel it?" Jessie probed back at Jo. Then proceeded to turn, pull up her shirt, and see no tail yet. Her ears did wobble slightly when she turned which made both Jo and Trent have to hide their amusement.

"Stop looking behind and look more head, Jess," Jo suggested back.

"Huh? What are you trying to say? And are you smiling? Trent, are you smiling too? You are! And- oh! Oh shit! You're ears!" As Jessie's questioning had turned from Jo to Trent it finally dawned on her when she saw his changed features and couldn't quite believe it. It then took just a few turns of the gears in her head to have her hurrying to the mirror to check herself out. Jessie squeaked at the reflection. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit it worked," she said in a shaky voice at the sight.

"I said it would, didn't I, Jess? I didn't get the clientele I have unless I could deliver on what I say," Jo gloated as she moved away from the wall and towards the door.

"You're leaving already?" Jessie was quick to ask Jo sharply. Though she only looked away from the mirror but a moment to say it.

"I am. Promised to give you your privacy and that's what I'm doing. Besides I have to get some things ready for you and my soon to arrive third guest. I want to have him all set before I come to fetch you two. Don't worry. You'll be fine together. I'll be back before you know it," assured Jo with one foot through the door.

"Promise?" Jo asked sweetly, ears wobbling perceptibly.

"Cross my heart," pledged Jo to Jessie. A passing glance at Trent followed before Jo exited, shutting the door behind her.

With Jo gone Jessie went right back to the mirror and being amazed that this transformation was actually happening. Feeling a little left out Trent walked up beside her to check himself out more. It's also there he could tell that Jessie had gotten a little smaller too without her noticing either yet.

"So? What do you think so far?" he asked her tentatively.

"It's weird. Like, it's happening and it should hurt but it just feels like I ran a race and my body is made of taffy," she answered in a daze. Her nose was shifting more to look like a rabbit's and with it her cheeks, lips, and soon mouth and jaw were taking on the same features. She could even feel rough spots under her nose where whiskers were just started to bud up. "So surreal."

"No kidding. I think I can feel it in my teeth too," Trent said. Much as he did like seeing his own human features disappear in a way different than how his last transformation played out he was more interested in Jessie and her reaction to everything. Much of her hair had either receded for fallen out but her ears and skull had changed to further indicate her progressing changes. "You're really coming along. Now you're the even shorter one now," he teased lightly.

"Huh? Shorter? Oh- oh! Jeez, you're not kidding," Jessie admitted when she went to look at Trent and found she had to crane her neck up.

"Heh, I don't think it will last long. But that shirt is looking pretty big on you right now," he pointed out.

"It was always big on me, that was the point, but now its turning into a tent. My shorts are struggling to stay on too," Jessie revealed as her attention finally shook from just her face to the rest of her. "My thighs and ass are all but gone it feels like. Heat isn't dying down at all," she added with a huff.

"I'm sure it'll pass by the end," figured Trent. At that point his own hair was disappearing, both from his head and face. And he he figured his teeth were looking different. Especially the front top and bottom. These were further accentuated by subtle growth of his snout and whiskers. His clothes were also now getting loose enough for him to notice.

"Forgot how cute you look without that beard," Jessie remarked out of the blue to Trent.

"I've always kinda liked it. Makes me look tougher I thought," replied Trent is a scratchy voice.

"I wouldn't mind if you maybe tried it a little shorter for a while after we're back to normal," Jessie mentioned in the midst of their changes.

"You think so? I guess I could if you- ack- really want to see it," Trent did his best to reply as a tightness in his throat caused his voice to pitch higher. While he his heard was rather ubiquitous with him it wasn't like he was in the corporate world actively anymore anyway. He was also now dealing with his shirt getting big on him. With shrinking in clothes on of his favorite aspects changes like this he intended to keep them on until the bitter end if he could.

Jessie was less attached to that idea since she wiggled first out of her shorts followed by the decision to also wiggle her body through the collar until she had it down around her ankles too. She didn't have much trouble with how much smaller her body had gotten in just about ten minutes. Much of her muscle and body fat as gone with her bones both getting smaller and in some places changing form or disappearing entirely. Her breasts has also shrunk down but weren't alone anymore. Six more rows of nibbles were showing nearer to her stomach.

On the inside Jessie was swirling with a mix of feelings. Anxiety, fear, excitement, anticipation, and amazement had been there since the changes had started but now there was a sixth sensation: arousal. This one was an unexpected one for her but once the heat between her legs became distinct around the time she decided to also remove her clothes. She wasn't sure exactly why she was being turned on by this whole experience. Sight of her shrinking tits becoming just one of a pair of teats she now possessed didn't quell the flames. Nor did the tugging at her tailbone that belatedly started it growth at last. When fur saw tufts of white and black fur showing up that just added to the growing sensuality coming over her.

With care enough to make sure Trent was busy with his reflection still Jessie slid a hand between her legs to see just how horny she had gotten. There she felt more fur around her very tender, wet slit. Just that was enough to confirm that the lust she felt was real. Her fingers wanted to explore more but her entire hand was starting to cramp and stiffen up. She had to pull them back but it did nothing to bring down Jessie's excitement.

"You've got a tail? Wonder how far behind mine is," Trent commented in a weak, squeaky voice to Jessie in passing.

"I do, yeah," she answered in a squeaky voice of her own. But her tail wasn't her concern so much as the shrinking of her hands into paws and squaring away of an increased desire to breed. Something she didn't want to make obvious to Trent but her heaving and squeaks drew his attention anyway.

"You feeling okay, Jessie? You have that look in your eye like-eek!- like when you wanna fuck," Trent struggled to say with his head fighting to keep above his collar. Strangely to him his thighs were feeling larger than before but this didn't stop his still oversized shorts falling off him. By then his shirt hung down just to flexing knees.

The words for what she felt didn't come to Jessie quickly. That what she felt tugging at her racing thoughts and making her feel in desperate need of that fuck Treat mentioned was instinct never really came to her. But the changes kept coming steadily; the fur spreading over more of her, body constantly shrinking, beginning to stretch and hands barely recognizable. So it's no surprise when she did finally try to speak she wasn't able to make words anymore. Just wheezing squeaks between forced yawns. So she looked at Trent with that horny look not hidden from him.

By then Trent was just as incapable of speech as her. His shirt was ready to eat him so there wasn't time enough to show Jessie that she wasn't the only one feeling increased excitement from instincts. Hidden by his clothing this whole time had been his never not hard cock. He had felt it leak about the time each of his fingers was shrinking into his slim new paw. Like when he was a horse he could not nothing but feel his cock change- this time shrinking down considerably into what almost felt like nothing. But his arousal stayed high throughout despite this leaving Trent to think all was progressing as it should.

So it really worked out that while they could no longer speak their new noses were more than able to pick up on the fact the other was getting in the mood. Jessie's heat was wafting into the air and down into Trent's shirt where he was dealing with the cracking, shifting, and popping required to bring him physically into line. Even through that the smell he knew was coming from Jessie had him panting and feeling a jackhammering desire to fuck all this energy he had into her. Similarly Jessie could smell Trent. His scent was perhaps not as compelling to her as hers was to him but there was enough for her to very much want to bred.

Steam rose from the pair as their forms shrunk down closer to their final sizes. Both had taken on similar patterning fitting for the Dutch breed Jo mentioned came in with white dominating the front of the body while the rear was black fur in Jessie's case and a lighter brown for Trent. The coloring on their faces was a white triangle receding up from their nose through a coat of their darker fur. This covered them almost completely. And places where it was lacked were soon shrunk down so that the empty spaces became smaller too. Both list their human eyes too as they bulged out to point out more with the colors going to simple browns. By now almost nothing of their humanity was left to see.

Straining muscles in the last couple minutes of the change had Jessie occasionally hopping which often led to her flopping around a lot as the strength of her hind legs was showing itself. Trent remained stuck inside his old shirt. Just his ears would occasionally pop out or sight of his fluffed little rabbit's tail. He may have regretted not taking his shirt off with how he was struggling to free himself. Sure he had liked that moment of sinking into the collar but now the impracticalities were revealed.

The last minute of the their transformations reduced what weight was left on them to barely four or five pounds. Their skeletons were also just settling. Wen they had the hot tingling that was synonymous with the changes dissipated, returning control and strength to them both. Still, by the end Jessie was laying on her side, breathing hard, and trying to cope with what had just happened along with her new perspective on the world. Trent was just as physically spent but couldn't relax until he got out of that shirt. A lot of kicking gave way to just using his nose and snout to find the exit which lead him hopping out of his collar at last.

He hopped over to his wife then and after making sure she wasn't in any distress he flopped down neck to her the best her could so that he could nuzzle his nose into hers. Their beady eyes met with both looking still in shock to a degree. Jessie more so. But after a few minutes she came around more, kicking up to her feet then taking stock of things. Trent got up alongside her to be there if needed.

Verbal communication may not have been possible but it didn't stop Trent understanding that his doubts and worries about Jessie being freaked out by all this were overblown. Because after only a few moments Jessie was moving around with more ease and seemed even to be in sync with her instincts more. She would hop herself into the air a foot or more then land safely with what amounted to a smile. Then came some grooming nibbles of her own fur before bristling it all open followed by a yawn.

With that all done Jessie hopped back over to Trent who had been happy to simply watch her. At first he thought maybe she wanted to play or try to say something but no, what she desired at that moment was something more carnal. Her nose and snout shot down under Trent's stomach and down to his crotch where her attention was focused. Just a few quick licks reminded Trent of just how horny he had been. Only his fretting over Jessie had distracted him but was quickly brought back to the mindset by his baser instinctual needs.

Instincts ruled for the next thirty minutes as the pair of rabbits did like rabbits do and repeatedly mated. The individual orgasms often didn't take long to happen but with a quick recovery time for Trent meant Jessie was never without her husband's cock in her for more than a few minutes. Over the sessions Trent saw little drop in his overall desire to fuck. He likely could have gone for a while beyond thirty minutes if not for Jessie's rapidly declining interest after the first ten minutes or so. For her the clearing of some of the animal instinct brought to Jessie more of a growing dislike. So that it ended by her simply repeatedly hopping away when Trent attempted another round.

'Must be tired,' Trent figured to himself when her disinterest was made clear. 'Or maybe not thrilled with changing at all,' he started to think with how uncomfortable Jessie was starting to act.

There wasn't much time for Trent to fret on the matter as Jo returned at last. In her right have she was carrying what looked to be a large metal rabbit's cage based on how low the roof on it was. She came over to the two all smiles and set the cage down. At seeing Jo return Jessie's drooping ears perked up along with her sour expression. She along with Trent hopped over to the woman.

"Didn't I promise that it would all work out, you two? Now look at you. Adorable. Especially you, Jessie," Jo winked as she knelt down closer to their level. "Sorry it took me a while to get back. My other client can be chatty at times. Now let me walk you through how this will go. I'll take down through the stables, down through a little covered tunnel I have to the basement area of the farm house. Don't worry, it's all finished and setup for these functions, so all is well lit and clean. Then down another tunnel and up into a barn area where I'll set you down just in time for my client, who will only be referred to as Sir, shall imbibe their potion. They've selected to become a sheep this time so the changes shouldn't take long," Jo explained.

While she did she lifted both Trent and Jessie up and set them down into the cage through a roof latch. Once both were in she locked it shut then, with no effort at all, she lifted them back up and took them back out of the room. Jo continued her words to the couple she walked at a steady pace, "I won't be on hand directly as Sir only enjoys other animals watching him change. And if some of them were former humans he tends to like it even more. This won't require anything from the two of you other than to act to that nature you feel and be a passive audience at least. There will be other animals with you but nothing to be worried about. Should take about thirty minutes. After that I'll take you both up to the main house where I have a pen set up to burn away those last few hours of your changes. Snacks and drinks provided, of course."

Hearing this provoked different reactions in the now caged pair. For Trent it was really feeling like a fantasy fulfilled with Jessie transformed along with him and at least appearing to enjoy herself somewhat. He'd also get to sit front row to watch a man turn into a sheep which got him thinking about his own possibilities for future changes if Jo would allow it. As for Jessie the initial gratification she felt had faded and left her out of sorts for what to do outside of simply humping like animals. Consolation came in hearing Jo would be around them the whole time. And from her reduced point of view Jo looked like an absolute giantess. Something Jessie was rapidly developing an affinity for.

Their journey went as planned with their trip back through the stables leading to a dugout cement staircase that led down to a lit corridor. Here they walked some fifty feet before coming to a wooden door that Jo pushed open. They entered then into the basement area of the house which had been broken up into rooms and connecting corridors. What was in these rooms was left to Trent's imagination since all their doors were closed and Jo was still walking. Another door, another corridor, and another set up stairs which Jo ascends up into the more spacious light and farm smelling barn interior.

"There she is! My favorite witch!" declared a man in his fifties who stood in the middle of the barn's central open space. He had on a white robe and was not a particularly tall, fetching, or muscled figure. A man who, outside of a tailored suit, was far removed from an impressive younger form. Didn't stop him looking energized and eager. This was Jo's Sir.

"And not a moment later than promised. I trust you're all ready?" Jo asked with a sly yet dominant voice. One that neither Trent or Jessie had heard from their normally friendly, if quite blunt, neighbor.

"I am. I see you are not though," the man pointed out as he watched Jo set the rabbit cage down on a nearby hay bale. There they joined a pair of horses, a donkey, cow, and a pen of sheep as viewers of what was to come.

"I take you mean my look?" Jo quickly retorted.

"Precisely. It's a witch who curses me with these changes. And you look more like a cowboy than a scheming witch," he pointed out with some of the pompous nature he likely always carries.

Undaunted by the man's words and standing at least eye-to-eye with him Jo appeared amused if anything. "I only change when I need to and I don't need to until I need to. Or shall I adjust the potion so this time I send you back congress a braying sheep. I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice the difference," she said defiantly to the man.

Whether out of his nature or his kink, or both, the man cowered at her words. "My mistake. I thought you were said you were ready," he tried to defend.

"I asked if you were, darling. You know the rules. When you're in here you listen. You didn't come here for questions and neither did I," Jo refuted out of hand. "Now strip and get yourself ready while I grab your potion and get into character," she commanded.

"Yes, sorry. Right away, ma'am," apologized Sir who then readily took off his robe, revealing an impressively flabby frame with wrinkles and white hairs starting to show around any crease in the skin. Neither Trent nor Jessie had much interest in seeing that so they just followed Jo as she walked across the room to a small table which had on it several papers, a pen, along with a closed wooden case.

From the case, after flipping several latches, she took out a crystal vial filled with a blue fluid. This she set down then started unbuttoning the front of her flannel shirt. Underneath she was revealed to have on a tight, black, lacy corset into which her ample breasts were poured into. Next came her pants which when stepped out of were replaced by thin black skirt which plumed under her.

But when she took off her hat it revealed something curious to both Trent and Jessie. Splotches of green the shade of slime. Rather than just some strange visual anomaly the green spread down her body and in some places causing further changes. Her short black hair grew out in thick curls which wouldn't stop until they hung far on her back. Elsewhere her ears grew a little longer and her nose enlarged to become more pointed and hooked. Further down the vivid shade of green baked into her skin as if natural, removing scars and most blemishes save for a few blackened moles that adorned her more as beauty marks. Her nails blackened, became sharp while the fingers came over black too, looking stained with soot down to her knuckles. A long that didn't diminish her finger's deftness.

Seeming to revel in this change of color, Jo brought her hands over her breasts as they had tinted green like the rest of her. A fullness came to them, make her tits perk up. When the coloring washed over her legs she stepped out of her boots and into a pair of leather heeled boots that hat been waiting under the table. A final flutter went over Jo, causing her to give a very satisfied sounding laugh as the change completed.

Jo gave her two caged rabbits a knowing wink as she now looked more like a classic version of a witch than the kindly rancher they first met. Then as if to lean into that even more when Jo picked up the vial she also grabbed what could have been a folded fan. And while it did unfold like one at first this made a circle which with a tap Jo popped into the form a standard pointed witch's hat. Though when she placed it on her head the tip flopped to one side.

"Much better. Absolutely gorgeous," lauded the naked man who had also been watching.

Turning, the green face Jo, her features all the more striking now, exuded force of will. When she walked, the slow amble of the rancher was replaced by a sensual swagger that moved her hips and ass hypnotically. Neither the Sir, Trent, Jessie, or even the other animals could really not help but look at her. There was a crooked beauty to her that was only enhanced by her unshakable self-assurance. Trent was wondering where that witch was when he turned into a horse. In Jessie's head it was like falling in love all over again.

"Are you ready then?" Jo asked the man upon reaching him.

Dropping to his knees the man nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am,"

"Good. I'll breath the final life into your elixir and you can act your part. You've got a captive audience tonight," gloated Jo as she motioned to various animals.

"Wonderful, wonderful," the man smiled happily. Jo then stepped away with the vial while the man closed eyes. Very quickly he came over red in the face, his body shaking, and even eyes starting to water. Opening them again he looked to have emotionally flipped. It's then he took on his role as the witch's unfortunate test subject. "Please, please! You can't do this to me! Don't you know who I am?" he shouted with well practiced fake rage.

"Complain all you like. I've got an experiment to run and the perfect test subject on hand. All you can offer me now is a confirmation this mixture works as intended," replied a crass and arrogant Jo. Stepping aside from the man she perched the vial carefully with a few fingers in front of her. Then, taking her free right hand, Jo started whispering cryptic, unintelligible words while her hand made drawing motions around the vial. It seemed just more show until the blue liquid started to bubble like it was being boiled. "Only need to activate the dormant reagents," muttered Jo when she has spoken her spell.

"No! You can't! I have a family! A wife! Kids! I'm a very important man!" pleaded the man.

"No doubt you were. But not here," Jo easily dismissed.

"Please, no! I'll give you anything! Money! Is there someone you need out of jail? Tax problems? I know people! Powerful people!" Sir vehemently declared from his knees. He acted as if he was lashed to the floor with chains rather than there by his own freewill- and bank account.

"You should really save your breath, Sir. If you insist on talking perhaps make what words remain to you a prayer. Useless as that will be," Jo added under her breath.

Sobbing, the man put his face into his hands and continued to beg and plead for freedom. So well did he do this that Trent and Jessie almost forgot they were looking at someone who was paying for the pleasure to do this. It definitely didn't deter Trent's interest from what was about to happen. Jessie was less intrigued by the anything to do with the man and more taken with Jo's change of personality. The way Jo carried herself made Jessie at least understand why the man would fall in line to her. She certainly would have.

Finally, with the color of the liquid now a lighter blue, the bubbles settled down and whatever spell was at play faded. A very satisfied Jo let the vial slide into her palm where she plucked out cork using her sharpened nails. Jo took the lightest of whiffs from the vial to confirm it was indeed ready.

"Perfect. Now, open your mouth for me and be ready to swallow," Jo ordered the man. "Don't try and resist. It will just hurt more." Jo then sauntered back over the man- who may have been crying but his obvious erection said he was loving every second- then grabbed him firmly by the chin, pushing his mouth open. "Open wide now, haha!" she cackled but only briefly.

Sir opened his mouth as asked, allowing Jo to splash the contents of the vials into his mouth. She then popped it shut and stood there until she heard him swallow it all. Only then did Jo retreat back to her table to place the empty vial back. The man made a good show of hacking and coughing but it wasn't long before he was coming over very red in the face. Soon sweat followed and any aware eyes watching knew that a triggered transformation would not be far behind.

"What did you feed me? Is this poison? Why do I feel ill?" Sir said when he remembered the lines.

"Poison? I should hope not. If this kills you then I would have done a poor job. I've given you a potent mixture which should have a very metamorphic effect on you," Jo proudly claimed. "That ill feeling, I promise, will pass."

The level of assurance in her voice gave Trent shudders as he very much could understand the man's roleplaying in this scenario. It was one he had certainly imagined over the years frequently. He was left wondering what it would take for Jo to do something like that for him. With Jessie's approval, of course. Looking to his wife in the moment Trent saw that she was facing in Jo's direction rather than the man about to change. But as she seemed happy enough he wasn't about to complain. Especially when he heard Sir cry out a yelp of joy that he quickly distorted into fearful shouting.

"M-My hands! What's happening! What have you done to me, you witch!" decried the man with hands held aloft. There you could easily see that some of the fingers had begun to merge together, with the flesh unnaturally darkening in the process with the skin come course, hard, and callous. Their thumbs could be seen to shrink while darkening similarly to the other fingers. The more seconds that passed further cramped, contorted, and diminished the man's hands until the resemblance to hooves was taking clear shape.

"What's happening is a positive test result. Happening even more quickly than I had anticipated. Not that it's a problem at all," Jo replied eventually without turning to look at him. Instead she busied herself filling out the forms on the table.

"No! No! Stop! This can't- ah! AH!- real. This is a nightmare!" The desperate pronouncement came as both hardness of his new front hooves was setting in but also troubling itching and tugging at his nose.

"Go on, let it out. It won't help you any," she remarked with indifference. "If you're not going to be quiet than enjoy speech while you have it. It'll be your bleating that'll rack my ears," Jo added with a surly huff.

'Fuck that's a good line,' Trent thought as he committed it to memory. Even if Jo was just going through the motions she was more than capable than projecting all the required gravitas.

Stiffening joints in his swollen wrists, wobbly elbows, and tensing shoulders made the weight of his body tip him forward. Precariously close to a fall that would surely doom him to all fours in the event he lost balance. So the mounting changes in his head were doing Sir no favors. His nose had fattened, gotten wider and done the same up the bridge of his distorting face. This in turn rounded more of his lips and jaw, giving him a subtle snout while still preserving his humanity- for now at least. Elsewhere both ears were sticking out while taking on a wider shape. Soon the edges were curving inward the nearer you got to his head so that the cartilage nearly wrapped around. Ears of a sheep if there ever were any.

Where these changes were the skin was also soon guaranteed to break out in dark, sometimes black patches of skin. However except for the face and the lower area of his feed down to his hooves there was also a second factor. When Trent had first seen the white, curly hairs on the man's upper arms, check, shoulders, and neck he assumed the dark skin was the perfect contrast for what was already there. That turned out not to be the case with the pale hairs soon sprouting clearly as they curled. At first the growth was spread out but thicker patches soon formed, packing on the first of this soon to be sheep's wool.

"No! No! This-I can't-" but before he can finish a somewhat forced bleat interrupted. This was followed by Sir finally falling froward, his hooves clattering as they did. "No! I have to get up. I can't, I can't down. I have to get up. Have to get out of here!"

His words were very clearly just for show since as soon as he said them he could be seen to orgasm rather forcefully. Those imitation cries for help mixed more with lusty moans that came with this release. Soon unforced bleats were coming out too, a likely product of straining throat and snout now rapidly pushing out. Here he flopped on his side with Trent thankful he chose to do so in his direction. All these sights and sounds and even the smells brought back memories of both of his transformations but his first the most. The snout, the hooves, losing his voice; it was everything Trent loved. Leaving him the horny one as Sir's cock drained its last.

Trent couldn't help himself but watch the expected change of the man's cock into a bestial one as it had been an overpowering experience for him both times. Problems arose for this assumption when a combination a shrinking cock and balls was mixed with the strange, fleshy swelling occurring just under his waist. The longer Trent stared the more confused he got though with the swelling forming two distinct mounds pinking at the tips. Below that his penis shriveled, withering away to disappear into the nearby errant strands of wool. No better were his balls that which had pulled up inside of the man, leaving an empty scrotum to form around the slit left. Then it hit him.

Then it hit him, making his heart flutter. 'She can change sex too?'

Sir was indeed making the switch not only to a sheep but a rather ample ewe. That he was looking at sheep's cunt and udder made all the sense in the world. If there was any doubt if the now former man wanted this his pleased bleating, wagging, newly sprouted tail, hanging, newly lengthened tongue, and vague smiled answered that. His face was now almost stretched and warped away with even his pupils flattening out like you'd expect in any ovid.

"I do love it when my expectations are so wonderfully met. As you can see by the three eager rams over there, I've got quite enough males. A ewe, however, provides an opportunity for experimentation and a fun new distraction for my past successful tests," Jo gloated after having finished the forms and turning around to a drastically different Sir than when she looked. "You spent your whole life fleecing people so its fitting you pay it back in kind. And even better, any lambs you have will just grow the herd." She followed that with another malevolent cackle. A show of force that impressed Trent, turned Jessie on, and gave Sir exactly what he wanted to hear. Most of all, the rams appeared to have caught the ewe's sent. And very much wanted to make her acquaintance.

'I wish that were me,' Trent thought with a touch of shame since Jessie had moved back beside him to watch Jo come back towards her subject.

By now the transformation was focused most on his legs and lower body. Hips shifted, legs shortened, bones cracked, things shifted, and what happened to Sir's feet was repeated at even faster rate with his feet. These changes started to stir the man to try and get back to all fours. Likely something he was experienced at since he righted himself quickly. Then began to bleat and get pleading 'BAAAAAAA's out that weakly kept up the illusion this was all forced.

"Protest all you like. This is a one way road for you. I'm sure you'll adapt well. I've made sure your instincts will be what rules you but don't worry, it's not like you'll forget who you were. You simply just won't be able to help being just another sheep," taunted Jo as she looked down at the now nearly transformed figure.

When Trent peaked over at Jessie and saw her watching intently he felt some relief. That look in her eyes, even if they a bunny's, was one he got when witnessing something you wish you were a part of it. And he was right. Jessie was wishing she was taking part but in a different capacity than Trent was picturing himself. But as he could only imagine wanting to be the one changed it never occurred that Jessie may want to stand next to her instead.

Wool and plenty of it consumed the last few minutes of Sir's change into a rather standard looking sheep. Jo circled him, saying nothing but glaring down at the man while occasionally letting fits of laughter out just to be contained behind a wicked grin. Bleats filled the barn with the witch's potion proving potent indeed.

The completing of the change came and was followed by Jo switching taking the new ewe by the ear and leading her right to the pen where three rams were bleating up a storm of their own. Trent could smell the ewe's heat and it may not have had an effect on him but the rams certainly felt it. And that Trent could appreciate. Judging by how the ewe didn't fight at all while Jo pushed her into the pen or tried to escape before she locked the door the former Sir was ready to appreciate the rams for as long as they wished.

That done Jo exited the pen and marched back to the table. Along the way her green skin and gained features, such as the nose, nails, and hair, all receded back to the form Trent and Jessie were most accustomed to. Jo then removed her hand and got redressed while behind her back the rams fought over who would mount the ewe next. A competition Trent was fixated on while Jessie had moved to watch Jo yet again on the other side of the cage. Jo then left, taking the cage and bidding the animals goodbye until later. She explained that Sir would really only be changed until morning before changing back as he had a campaign event to attend that evening across country.

Following this, good to her word, Jo returned through the tunnels and up into the house proper where a homely, clean, and rustic setting was immediately comforting. Carried then to a large sun room, Jo removed Trent and Jessie from their cage and set them down inside of a large pen set up for them. Inside were some cushion beds, water bottles, and large bowls of veggie mixed salad. Here they spent the rest of their evening, just under two hours total, in comfort and ease. Both filled up on food and water while Jo would dip in and out of the room as she made herself dinner. She spent the last forty minutes with them both, much of which was with Jessie snuggled in her lap. Something she reluctantly allowed Trent to join in on.

When the time came for their changes to revert Jo seemed to know just before it happened as she gathered them both into the cage to swiftly bring back to where they had originally transformed. Here they shifted back in the same relative ease as they had become rabbits initially. Jo made sure neither attempted to stand until they were back to normal and their eyes weren't spinning. Then she helped them dress before leading them out of the stables and back to their house.

They reached the front door with Trent and Jessie starting to feel very tired. Leading to both yawning at they said their goodbyes.

"Thank you again for the, what else can you call it but an unforgettable experience," Jo said with what waning energy she could muster.

"No, thank you for saying yes to a very peculiar request. As further thanks, if ever you two want, I would be happy to indulge some more changes for you. Maybe this time you can have some say in what transformation you get," Jo offered as she hugged either in parting.

"We may have to take you up on that," Trent answered in what he figured was a shared sentiment.

"We'll see," was Jessie's less than enthusiastic reply however. "Would definitely love to hang out just a couple friends sometime too," she added more warmly.

"I'm free Sunday afternoon," Jo was primed to suggest.

"Perfect. Text me and I'll respond in the morning," Jessie promised yawning.

"Or afternoon. Depends when we wake up," joked Trent.

"Whichever it is I look forward to it. You two have a wonderful night. And sweet dreams." Jo waved then walked off back towards he property. Trent headed inside, leaving Jessie to watch her go until out of sight.

The two went straight to bed where as expected they were asleep once their heads hit the pillow. For Trent this meant dreams of his transformations mixed with what he saw happen with Jo's client. He was happy and content in such fantasies where he was the unwilling victim of some witch's scheme's and spells. Unaware how true that really was. While in Jessie's dreams a green skinned woman with black hair kept her close and intimate company.

Part III: Lovers' Knot

From the moment Trent eventually woke and for the rest of the weekend and into the next week his thoughts were never far from Jo's magic and it's beastly results. Containing his excitement around his wife about it proved difficult at times as he frequently found himself rambling about possible transformations the pair could try out. Comparatively Jessie spoke little of the experience itself or future indulgences and more focused on spending time with her newest best friend, Jo. Either way they were both in good spirits. At the start at least.

Then as the days week on, turning into weeks, Trent found that promised follow up transformation unfulfilled. Instead his lusts just continued to build behind the scenes while keeping up on the work that needed doing to the house and property. A task that increasingly fell on him since Jessie living out her desires more with most her time spent in Jo's company. As this stretched closer to two months, with both of them beginning to slowly start their new jobs again, Trent was left desperately wanting to act on his new found ability to live out his fantasies. If only Jessie shared the same interest.

While Trent spent his spare time reading transformation stories online, scanning pictures, and mentally reliving his two previous experienced changes Jessie spent her free time with Jo learning more about country life. This involved everything from the way around the farm to hide how to ride a horse. Jessie took to the work with the sort of vigorous determination she was known to crush sales goals. From work moving hay bales, shoveling all manner of things, and all the other strenuous jobs on the farm the always fit Jessie started packing visible muscle and mass. So that by that two month mark she had a farmer's tan all her own.

During that time Trent might have suspected Jessie and Jo were getting close in other ways but aside from the trust he had always had in her, every time she was around for any period of time they would invariably have sex. Always initiated by Jessie, Trent was often so horny that he just saw it as a good thing. It also happened to be the only time she would reference transformation again with her frequently slipping in the sort of dirty talk he imagined coming out of a witchy green Jo in all her dominating glory. Those moments made Trent feel that him and Jessie were still as intimate as ever.

Still, Trent couldn't deny he wanted to transform again like he felt he was promised. So he began to insert it into conversation more, seeing what traction it would get with Jessie. Most of the time she ignored it or said it wasn't the time to talk about it. A few times she seemed to show interest only either get distracted by her phone or have some chore to do over at Jo's. But Trent kept on bringing it up when he could, hoping that she would agree to it. Or at very least agree to let him change solo. In return she would mention him shaving his beard more which he started to do in hopes of pleasing her enough.

As Trent's insistence pushed into the second weak cracks formed in Jessie's resistance but that just prompting her out and out dismissing changing again for the foreseeable future. These stung for Trent who wasn't used to Jessie being dismissive anything previously in their relationship. Maybe that's why he still dared to bring it up, suggesting she at least talk to Jo about giving him a go at least. Something Jessie would simply roll her eyes to and seemingly ignore. The only place changes were noticeable were in the bedroom. Where Trent found himself more often playing a more submissive role as Jessie took greater charge of things. Her mentions of transformation during stopped to his dismay but the sex was so spirited Trent didn't feel he could complain at the end.

When that Saturday came, waking Trent up to an empty bed- common now that Jessie got in chores at the farm before her sales job- after another night of sex with their new dynamic, Trent finally decided to give up trying to win her over. It was frustrating but maybe if she was given a few months to cool off she would come around again. This led to Trent starting to wish secret for another 'dilemma' to strike Jo that required a bull or donkey or maybe even a sow. His fetish went effectively back into hiding where it usually was.

To try and turn his spirits around and to compete with Jessie's increasingly more overpowering strength Trent was going to try and get back into shape. That started with a jog until either his legs or lungs gave out first. So he was out in sports short and a gray tee in front of his house stretching in the hope it would make a difference. After a good psyching up he set off down his driveway, turning on the timer on his digital watch along with distance, speed, and other vitals. All for not when Jessie unexpectedly called out to him from behind.

"Trent! Honey! Don't run off! We need you!" Jessie shouted after her husband.

Trent stopped and turned and quick as he could, not knowing what to expect. What he saw was Jessie and Jo mounted atop the two Clydesdale mares they both had favored as of late. He met them enough times in passing over the months to know Jessie was on Inna as Jo favored Eva. The two large horses propped the woman up high so that when they reached Trent on horseback he had to crane his neck up to see them.

"Heya you two. What's up? Was just gonna go for a run," Trent asked, already out of breath.

"Good thing we caught him before he took off or he'd be too tired for it," Jo commented to Jessie offhand before Jessie could continue.

"It's fine, Jo. Trent, honey, I, well, we have good news! You know how you've been bugging me about that transformation Jo offered from our previous experience with her profession? The whole rabbit thing?" Jessie reminded Trent as if he hadn't thought about it every day since.

"Bugging? I wouldn't saying bugging you. More like, bringing up that thing that was really fun that I liked to my wife," Trent rephrased politely for her.

"Maybe that's how you remember it but you rambled out it usually. All the while always acting like I don't know you're excited about it," replied an even-tempered Jessie. "Regardless of all that I'm sure you'll be interested to know that Jo and I are finally of the same mind on the matter. So if you didn't mind postponing your jog, would you like to go over to Jo's place and see what she can change us into?"

Her words left Trent speechless. And when words did come they were full of doubt. "Are you being serious right now? You two are pulling one on me?" he questioned.

"He thinks we're joking," chuckled Jo.

"I promise I'm not kidding you, hun. You should really thank Jo since she brought it up the other day and has been building up my interest ever since. And this morning she tipped me over the line so here we are! I'm open to it so if you want to Jo is free all day and happy to indulge us. What do you say?" Jessie offered in a bright, chipper attitude.

Trent was still a little amazed she offered but he had some experience in going along with unexpected requests for transformation recently. "Sure. Sure, yeah, babe. That would be awesome. Should I change or...?"

"You know well enough clothes don't matter, sugar," Jo laughed while Jessie moved her horse forward so that she came alongside her husband.

"We can head over now. You can ride with me. Just take my arm," Jessie told Trent as she reached her hand to him.

"You think you can pull me up?" asked Trent while taking her arm.

Rather than answer she gripped him tight and tugged him up with all her strength. It got Trent part of the way but was high enough that he could haul himself up the rest of the way then slide snugly into the saddle behind her. "Yeah, I think I can manage. Now, hold onto me. You definitely don't wanna fall off," warned Jessie as she tenderly moved closer to her husband.

"Can do," agreed Trent who wrapped his arms around her waist.

The three galloped back to Jo's place, going around behind the farmhouse to the stables to first drop off the horses. The entire way Trent was wincing and squeezing Jessie whenever he felt himself slipping. Not helping matters were the latent thoughts still left over from his time as a stallion. They caused just the smell of the horse, the sound of its heavy breathing, and the way it moved sparked some desires he had been trying to keep out of his head.

They dismounted and took care setting the mares up in their stalls. Then all three headed towards the basement, bringing back warm memories for Trent as he took in the sights and smells. He also noticed that Jessie appeared quite at home here now. She would wave to some of the animals as they passed, remembering all their names, while also mentioning to Jo about who would need a refill on food next and who was on muck duty next. This comfort continued down the tunnel and into Jo's basement where the host took them all to room that required some kind blood magic to unlock the door.

Inside was a room that was part laboratory, part study, and part storage all neatly organized in a modern, sleek, and likely costly setup. There were tables with books on them, most of which looked centuries old, with hot plates, coolers, and even a small centrifuge. But it was the far wall that Jo was focused on. Cut into the wall were many drawers, cabinets, and holes that were all filled with all manner of ingredient.

"I suggest neither of you touch anything in here just to be safe," Jo advised her friends as she turned back to them all smiles. "What would be your pleasure then, you two? I should be able to accommodate whatever comes to mind for animal. Only restriction is big cats like tigers and leopards and the like. Have a client very into them so I've run through most of my pantherik weed. Hope that doesn't create an issue for ya'll," Jo excused gracefully.

"Hmm, I had something in mind but I'm curious what Trent thinks," Jessie deflected as both women again looked to the lone man there.

"Oh, uhhhhh, I wouldn't be opposed to something like a horse. Or, or something like that. But I'm open to what you're thinking, babe," Trent offered Jessie right back.

"My thought, since I think you mentioned it once before when I asked, was trying some breed of dog? I think I'm more familiar with those and could see the appeal of it. What do you think, Trent?" asked Jessie.

Just the mention of dogs had Trent blushing. "Oh I can definitely work with that. Yes please!" he agreed wholeheartedly.

"That's the response I expected," Jessie said proudly as she looked over at Jo like she had won a bet.

"Dog, hmm? Thought you might give me a challenge," Jo sighed while maintaining her positive. "That moves us to breed. What do both of you fancy?" she asked while moving to nearby table to pick up a particular book.

"I dunno, not a smaller dog or anything. Not sure I like small. So a bigger breed for sure," Jessie said to share her thoughts.

Trent was a few steps ahead. "If we're thinking bigger, I've always been partial to Dobermans."

"I could do that," Jessie concurred thinking it over a moment. "Jo, is that something you can-"

Jessie was cut off by Jo loudly closing the book she had been holding. "Already know the ingredients. Shouldn't take long to mix up for you two," Jo promised as she went to gather what she needed.

"Awesome! You're amazing, Jo. Best witch I've ever known," touted Jessie.

"Likely the only witch but you're still sweet to say it," Jo winked back at the woman.

"Are dogs a request you get a lot then?" Trent asked out of curiosity.

"Only the clients I have that are very dedicated to certain animals haven't indulged in one breed or another. Wolves too. So I know my way around a canis potion. It's why I have more than a few dog toys in the one room and even a few special magical items to enhance their experience," Jo explained with arms growing full of bottles, branches, flowers, and vials.

"What sort of magical items?" Jessie inquired before Trent could do the same.

Pausing briefly from her gathering, Jo opened a drawer near here and took out two handmade leather collars and tossed them to the couple. "My potions normally last just a couple hours but if you had those collars on the changes would keep with you until you took it off. Handy for some things. I've made bridles, harnesses, and ear tags that can do the same. Bit of a side project of mine when I have the time."

Trent and Jessie each took a collar to look over. They were well made with thick leather, a wide, reinforced strap, sturdy buckle, covered all over in intricate designs that must have been tapped in my hand. Just feeling them in their hands gave off a tingling magic. Jessie resisted the urge to shiver while Trent reveled in it and what it could do.

With all her reagents gathered Jo went over to one of the lab spaces and set it all down. She then set about organizing it with one hand while the other grabbed two empty vials, fresh corks, and a small scale. Then she got to work parsing out all the ingredients, measuring, and then grinding some in a mortar while others soaked and dissolved in a boiled pot of water she started. All of it carried out without bumping into anything or missing a beat.

"You're an artist with that stuff," Trent complimented.

"She is, isn't she? So skilled," gushed Jessie. "If she even made one mistake we'd probably end up inside out or truck sized terrier."

"You're both just lovely," Jo thanked with a little curtsy though never stopped working. "But really, this really is a simple potion for me. Probably why it would be pretty easy to mix it up a little more if you both were into it," she suggested with raunchy innuendo. "Some added changes so your doggy forms."

Trent and Jessie were instantly intrigued.

"What sort of extra changes are we talking about?" Jessie asked.

"Anything from a certain color of coat, or the pattern, age, or more attract to you both would be swapping sexes," Jo answered. She couldn't but turn her head then to see them react.

Predictably Jessie was skeptically interested and Trent was stunned by a new fantastic possibility. One he had thought frequently since watching Jo make that man into a ewe. Just thinking it over had him hard but Trent was well aware he was only half the equation. Emotions well read on his face by Jo.

"Swapping sexes? Like, I'm the boy and he's the girl?" Jessie put together to be sure she understood.

"That's how you'd end up, yes. Stud and bitch in this case," Jo smirked. "It's a very common addon for my clients, honestly," she added casually.

"Would that mean, since these changes seem to turn you on as they finish, we're probably gonna fuck too, right? Would you be okay with that, Trent?" Jessie asked her husband concerned that would be too much for him.

Instead Trent did his best to seem not too excited. "I could work with it, sure," he answered tentatively.

"Really? Hug, I would have thought a man wouldn't be down for that," Jessie said as she considered things further. "Sure, let's give it a shot. Mix it up I guess," she conceded at last.

"Lovely. Already working it into the recipe. Should just take another couple minutes," Jo assured.

While the witch focused on the remainder of their potions Jesse started milling around looking like she was still thinking her decision over. This brought her closer to Trent until she finally had to ask, whispered low to keep between them, the question rolling around her head. "Why have you been giving in so much, Trent? I thought you'd definitely not be down for being that, how else can we say it, submissive," she asked honestly.

"What? It's not that submissive. It's just curiosity. Try to be more open with things," defended Trent as quietly as he could. "Besides, just because I'm the female here doesn't mean I'm going to be submissive."

Jessie appeared to doubt that response but neither did she want to argue. "Guess I just thought I'd know your answer. But it's fine. It'll be interesting. Eye-opening, even," Jessie allowed.

"Exactly. I wouldn't worry too much about it. Won't be for too long and it's just between us," Trent said in an effort to ease Jessie's suspicions.

"Us and Jo that is," corrected Jessie.

"Okay, right, her too but she's a professional. She's different," said Trent.

"She is different. No argument there," Jessie agreed with her eyes looking over at Jo with no small amount of longing.

A puff of sparkling black smoke plumed up from Jo's workstation which she batted away. After that she inspected her work and after it passed her standards she returned to the two carrying two crystal vials. One with a distinctly pink liquid and the other a sparkling blue.

"I wonder which potion is for who," Jessie couldn't help but sarcastically wonder.

"The color is just food dye so I don't get them mixed up. But yes, blue for you, Jessie, and pink for the bitch over here," teased Jo as she handed both their vials.

The couple took their potions, inspecting them and daring to sniff. "Kinda fruity," noted Trent.

"Mines more like... rhubarb?" Jessie said of her own.

"Some keen noses on you two. And even before you've changed at all. You'll slip right into these canine roles," grinned Jo.

"Not sure if that's an insult or not," Jessie contended playfully.

"A compliment if anything. I met more dogs I've liked than people," Jo replied.

"Oh for sure," Trent agreed with his attention still on the potion itself. "So do we just drink them here then? Chug like the last one?" he asked while moving the vial to his lips.

"Trent being over-eager as always. No, sugar, you're not changing in here. And besides I still haven't activated either of those potions so if you drank them all you'd get is an upset stomach and grit in your teeth. We'll do the deed in another room I have prepared for us down here in the basement. I think you'll find the setting far less cluttered to this one," Jo assured as she moved to exit the room. "If you'll both follow me."

All three left Jo's apothecary, walked a few paces down the hall, and then entered a room that was designed much like a sparsely decorated modern living room with a few couches, plush carpet, a few spare tables, and little else. This left the large area situated in front of the seating empty. And in a five hundred foot square space was a lot. Lighting came from recessed lamps in the ceiling which were dimmed to barely shine at all. Most of the light in the room came from the one thing in abundance which were the many candles set up all around. They either sat atop those few tables with all their wax melting together or from freestanding, faded metal candelabras which circled the room.

They all came together in that free space with Trent and Jessie noticing one last feature of the room which were some slightly recessed mirrors set in the ceiling above all that empty carpet space.

"See? Much better in here. Don't have to seat with barn smells, rubber floor, or knocking into any my valuable equipment either. Now if you'll hand me your potions I'd be happy to get them ready for consumption," Jo offered.

"Course," they agreed together.

Then Trent asked, "Is this something you have to do with every potion you make?"

"That I make? Yes. The ingredients are effectively inert otherwise so it's a crucial step that I prefer to save for last," answered Jo. She held up Trent's pink potion first with her hand coming over with the same distinct green they had seen her wear before.

"And the... green skin?" Trent asked a little uncomfortably.

Jo smirked. "Oh that. Casting a spell like this requires concentration and no small amount of my own magic. That drains away the illusion I use to hide my true form," she disclosed carefully.

"True form? Wait, does that mean the way you looked that night was actually you? I figured it was something you did for him," Trent said with nervous laugh.

"Me too. Thought you were just looking the part of a sexy, hot, dominating witch," added Jessie.

"You're adorable, hun," Jo winked at Jessie before addressing them both. "The woman you saw, at least physically, is the real me. But you're both not entirely wrong. That outfit is something some clients request but I'd be a real madwoman to do my chores or cooking in that," she laughed. "If you two want to change or get ready I'm going to be a couple minutes getting either of these prepared."

"Sure, babe. Come on Trent," Jessie said as she tugged Trent off to the side of the room. Once there she whispered, "Why'd you ask her about her skin like that? Came off pretty rude."

"Rude? I was just curious is all. We've turned into animals before with this woman so I didn't see the harm," Trent shrugged.

"If she wanted to talk about it I'm sure she would have mentioned. You just came off is impolite was all," she criticized.

"I don't think it was that bad. She didn't seem bothered at all by it."

"Maybe you couldn't tell but I could," Jessie countered. "Just try to be a little more considerate, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Jeez, sorry," Trent apologized in order to clear the air. "Think we should take our clothes off this time or no?" he asked, hoping to get back to the matter at hand.

"Hmm? Oh, right. I am sort of stuffy in all these layers," Jessie acknowledged as she started unbuttoning the thick flannel she was wearing.

"We sort of did the shrink in clothes this and this time we won't be so small. Might get in the way if anything," Trent began to figure.

"They could. I guess it's not a terrible idea. And I don't think Jo will mind," Jessie added. After taking her flannel off next came her undershirt which stripped her torso down to just her bra.

"No, I can't imagine she... would," Trent answered hesitantly as his eyes fell on his wife. Whether because of the lighting or just his memory but he had never seen her looking so bulked with muscle before. Her stomach was toned, chest and arms muscled with brawn, and when she turned to toss her clothes on the nearest couch he saw her back was no less burly. And his first emotion upon seeing all this was one of inadequacy.

Jessie next removed her belt but after that stopped to watch Jo move from Trent's glowing pink potion to hers. This meant her left down came over green as she raised it up. It was while watching that doubts crept into Jessie's mind. Ones that developed rapidly as her potion was soon gleaming too.

"Perfect. These are now ready for consumption. The real question is whether you two are ready," Jo said with a grin.

"Definitely! Well, after I get my clothes off anyway," Trent replied gladly while stripping off his running shirt.

"Wonderful. And what about you, Jess? I see those clothes falling off you," Jo noted with a slight blush in her cheeks.

"I'm... actually have some second thoughts, if I'm honest," admitted Jessie.

This caused some of the color to drain from Trent's face along with a degree of confusion. "What? Second thoughts? Seconds thoughts about what? Transforming?" he was quick to press.

"Something making you uncomfortable, Jess?" asked a concerned Jo.

"It's not transforming so much as, well..." Jessie trailed off.

"Being male?" Trent offered for her.

Jessie shook her head. "No, not that as much as, well, dobermans are cute and all but I'm not sure I'm down to be one myself. Sorry, Trent," Jessie said to her husband knowing he would be disppointed.

"Oh. Why didn't you say something earlier when she asked about breeds?" Trent asked.

"I dunno, was just going with the moment. I don't know. I just I'd prefer a different breed. If that's okay with both of you," Jessie said with concern mostly aimed towards Jo.

"No need to apologize, Jess. I've got clients where a period of indecision over their change is part of the experience. And bill. Did you have something else in mind for yourself?" Jo asked while motioning for both to come over to her.

They came over together with Trent receiving his potion once he was close enough to receive it. Meanwhile Jessie needed just a few seconds to find an answer. "My grandparents had a pair of mastiffs growing up I always remember. Really the first thing that came to mind when you asked. Is that something that you could do?" Jessie appealed to Jo.

Jo smiled and put a green hand on Jessie's shoulder. "I'd need ten or fifteen minutes back at my work station to adjust the potion but that's all it is for me," she affirmed.

Hearing that made Jessie smile before she turned to look at her husband. "Is that okay with you, hun? You won't mind if I mix things up for us?" she asked with the confidence to know how he'd answer.

"It's, umm, well, you can do that, sure," Trent answered unsteadily.

"If you're worried you two won't be comparable as lovers still when changed I think you'll be fine. Just a little more weight for you too bear," Jo assured the distracted man.

"Oh, I hadn't considered that aspect. Does that help, hun?" Jessie pressed her husband.

Pressed on two fronts Trent couldn't think of any response but to nod and smile. "Sure. That's fine, yeah. Long as you're happy," he finally got out.

Happy to hear say it, Jessie reached and hugged her husband in appreciation. "You're such a doll. Thank you," she said in the tight embrace.

"Think nothing of it," Trent said while trying not to audibly gasp. Her grip was not only solid but when he tried to flex his way out just her passive strength was more than he could overcome. So he just rode it out while making sure not to drop his precious vial.

"So cute," reflected Jo as she watched. She then made her way out of the room. "Like I said I'll be back shortly. Relax and make yourselves comfortable until then." With that Jo left, shutting the door behind her.

Now alone Jessie found the nearest couch and sat down. Trent came and sat right beside her, cradling the vial in his lap.

"Mastiff, huh?" Trent brought up for small talk.

"Good memories of them growing up during the summer on my grandparent's farm. I guess the setting and everything just made mastiff seem the natural choice," she explained.

"Makes sense. I feel bad that I didn't press you harder for what you may have wanted," Trent apologized.

"I wouldn't take it personally. I wasn't even really thinking about it in the moment. Was distracted by... the room and everything. Just glad I was able to find the words to ask before it was too late. Not that dobermans are bad or anything," Jessie reassured her husband.

"I believe you. Glad you have what you want too. And that we'll still be, comparable," Trent said with a knowing smirk.

Jessie blushed a little then turned to her husband, hesitating to speak briefly when she noticed the pink light from his potion. "Comparable another way of saying I can still mount you, bitch?" she asked with a directness Trent was both quieted and aroused by.

"That's, that's one way to say it," he said simply.

"A correct way, you mean," grinned Jessie. Then her posture changed from relaxed to one of sexual repose with face facing him. With that came a devious and provocative demeanor. "I just had a notion. Would you like to hear?"

"I would love to," Trent nodded as he liked where this was going.

"I have to wait for Jo but you don't have to. You should drink yours now," Jo encouraged with a nudge.

"Huh? Now? But Jo isn't back yet."

"So? She told me a couple weeks back she hasn't had one go bad in decades so I think you're pretty safe. Plus if you do it now it'll just be us for a little bit," she reminded him while her one had caressed at her chest. "Just drink it."

Her words were able to get Trent to consider it but he was still unsure. "Feel like we should really wait until Jo gets back, babe. It'll be the same changes."

"But it won't be the same as if we did right now, would it? Shouldn't it be enough that I want you to do it? You know you'd love to," Jessie surmised easily.

Trent gulped hard. "You don't think Jo will be mad? You reprimanded me for being rude earlier, remember?"

"That was just manners. This she won't mind, I promise," she said having slid right up against Trent. And from here she discreetly got her hand under the potion to help push it right up to Trent's lips. "Do it, Trent. For me? You haven't change in a while and I know you love it."

Jessie's words did little to ease Trent's worries as to Jo's reaction but he couldn't deny Jessie was right about his desires. "I guess but- mrph!"

Before Trent could get another word out Jessie had pressed the bottle into his lips then tipped it towards him. Trent's first instinct was to not let a drop of the potion be spilled so he quickly grabbed the vial himself and proceeded to willing swig back the potion. Jessie's hand kept close until she say every last drop of the pink go down. Only then did relax backwards with barely contained satisfaction.

"Perfect. Good boy. Or should I get used to good girl?" goaded a playful Jessie.

"Shouldn't get used to either. You'll be barking soon too," Trent reminded while setting the empty vial aside on the cushion next to him. "You think this one will take as long as the others?"

"It's a safe bet but she's the witch, not me," Jessie shrugged. "Should probably get your clothes off before you can't anymore, hun," she then suggested.

"Oh, you're probably right," he agreed having only taken his shirt off. It's then he notices the disparity between his beer gut and her toned tummy. That was motivation enough to get to his feet. There he slid off his shorts then worked either sock off with the free foot until he was naked. A sight that left Jessie giving him a strange, cock-headed look. "What? Am I changing already?" he asked.

"Changing? No, no, not that I see. I don't know, was just sort of staring at you and I couldn't help but zone out. Must be all the excitement," she waved off. "You're looking good, Trent."

"You're looking hotter," Trent told his wife.

"Am I? Jeans aren't ruining it?"

"Better if they were off but you're fucking gorgeous, Jessie. You know I've always thought so. Can't help but get some of those dominant witchy vibes you mentioned Jo exuding," he added with his cock stiffening up.

Hearing that perked Jessie up considerably. "Oh? You think so?" Jessie took the compliment to heart which just emboldened her further. She proceeded to stand up and take off her pants, doing so in provocative, alluring manner. This left her her in just black bra and thong, stout, muscled thighs and firm ass wrapped in Jessie's always immaculate skin. With the clothing removed and husband's attention roped to her body Jessie let those assertive urges in her take over. "I take it this is more the look you wanted. Looking pretty excited there for a guy about to lose his dick," Jessie remarked indifferently.

"Can't help being turned on now can I?" he answered.

"Around me when I look like this? I see your point," excused Jessie while flaunting herself a little more. "I should also say you're looking a little damp around the brow."

"Do I?" Trent asked as he wiped at his forehead.

"I can see the light glistening off it, Trent," she replied with more restraint. Not because of the sweat he clearly had going or his throbbing erection. Rather Jessie saw what Trent had failed to yet notice. That his changes had begun to show. The flesh of his ears war getting darker while the cartilage thickened and reshaped upwards.

"Definitely feeling hotter. That's a good sign. Still not seeing any actual changes starting," complained Trent.

"What about your back? Or maybe a tail?" Jessie suggested. "Turn around and let me see."

Trent obliged her by turning which sadly revealed nothing but more sweaty, red skin. "Guess not. Still, pretty horny. Maybe we could make out as the changes come over me? That's be real hot," he said as he moved up to his wife.

To his surprised she put her hand to his chest and pushed him back. "It would be hot but you know what I would prefer? Or rather, what I want?" she asked firmly.

"What's that?"

"I think you should get down on all fours like a dog for me," Jessie told him.

"On all fours?" repeated Trent shakily.

"Yes, hun. You know," she began, walked up to him and placing a hand on either of his shoulders, "down like this, like a good little doggy," Jessie ordered.

Trent tried to say something back but Jessie flexed some of her strength to push him downwards from his shoulders. And did so without exerting much effort. "Okay, I guess I can do that," he submitted. He moved to the position willing squat position, causing Trent to wince as his knees cracked. "Ouch. Hope this is more comfortable soon. How long has it been since I drank the potion?"

Jessie hesitated rather than answer truthfully since she wanted to enjoy her husband's ignorant bliss a little longer. By now his ears were sticking up more, tips points, with the dark coloring spreading to cover both ears. Soon other telltale signs of the magic progressing- thinning hair on his head, black skin under his nose, and more pronounced canines teeth- were showing. It wouldn't be long now and Trent was sure to notice but that was something she rather wished to control herself.

"Long enough it looks like," Jessie finally allowed.

It took Trent a moment but when it thought to feel more around his face it became clear. "Oh! Oh! It started!"

"It sure has," agreed Jessie who was getting dirty impulses watching the changes flourish on his face.

Trent's ears had developed most quickly with either now very closely resembling his breed request. Further forward things were progressing to catch up with his nose darkening while bulging forward somewhat. Soon the edges broadened, fattening it out. A process that continued up the bridge towards his eyes, giving him the perfect view when the dull aching in his jaw and lips brought the sprouting of his snout. A feeling he remembered fondly, while as a horse especially. And more of the dark brown skin that was seen on his ears hurried to cover his lips and face.

Tightness in his tongue preceded its getting pulled longer too. At the same tine his teeth were changing shape and sharpness in many cases. Something his tongue could feel while the snout rapidly developed a canine shape. It also was not long before dark brown hairs sprouted would come in wherever this new dog skin had spread. That meant the ears but primarily that new snout so that just five minutes since imbibing Trent sported a convincing dog snout.

When the stiffness in his jaw faded enough that he could open it on his own accord his tongue was quick to start panting. Elsewhere drool dripped out over his blackened lips due to all the saliva his mouth was producing. He was taken with his changes in those moments that Trent never quite considered what these changes meant for his ability to speak. And when he thought to try his mouth and tongue were at a loss.

"What's the trouble, Trent? Dog got your tongue?" teased Jessie, hands on her hips, as she loomed over the still seated man.

Trent tried to retort with something clever but when at last he made his effort all that came out was a wheezing, canine whimper. This left a now nearly bald, dog-faced Trent unable to express how much he was enjoying himself.

"Don't worry, hun. I can read your eyes like an open book. I know what you want. I want it too," Jessie admitted to him without softening her stance. What she did do was go and pull her thong to the side so that her shaved cunt was on full display. Something Trent hadn't been expecting but horny as he was his eyes went between her legs instantly. Reaching with a pair of fingers she caressed around the sides of her slit. "Come on, be a good dog and eat your mistress," Jessie demanded with a purr.

'Mistress?' Trent thought briefly. Then his canine nose and its new senses came alive, sniffing at the arousing heat dripping from his wife and nothing else mattered. He couldn't stop his snout turning upward, nostrils flaring at that smell. He got closer to her but at first it's just the transformation developing his snout further doing it. That doesn't last as with his cock throbbing, heart racing, and nebulous obedience pushing him Trent leaned close as he could.

"That's right, lets see you put that tongue to some good use," urged Jessie as she glared down at him. From there she could see Trent's tail had sprouted with fur spreading over it and his lower back. Feeling her husband's hot breath against her, Jessie closed her eyes briefly. She could only imagine where Trent's would spread next.

Inexorably drawn to his wife's sex there was nothing Trent felt he could do to stop first his nose pushing in followed right after by his snout and tongue. Didn't take him long to close his eyes either in order to enjoy himself. This occurred just as the fur and skeletal changes reach his eyes and the rest of his head. He much preferred to enjoy this special treat. Not usually a man to go on his wife Trent felt completely in his element now. Probing and tasting her possessed him, bringing him to orgasm at last. An orgasm that felt to Trent like it kept going, meaning he lost no enthusiasm for his commanded task.

Jessie followed soon after with her own moaning, toe curling orgasm. Occasionally her eyes would open, allowing her to see how the changes were progressing over Trent still. He was visibly losing mass, both in fat and muscle. Around his shoulders and arms his bones were also pushing just under the skin. Skin that was coming over in splotches which would merge before sprouting more brown and black doberman fur. A lovely sight to be sure but the glimpse that helped bring on a second orgasm for her was the shriveled look of his manhood. It brought a huge smile to her already euphoric state.

"That's a good girl. Don't stop until I tell you," Jessie ordered Trent between shuddering gasps of pleasure.

Only vaguely aware she had referred to as female Trent was content to do as he was told and enjoy his snack. His only worries in the moment being pleasing Jessie more and why her clit was much bigger when swollen than he could seem to recall. Passing concerns midst everything else going so perfectly.

As the last few drips of cum are squeezed from the withered remainders of his testicles. These then effortless pulled up into Trent, leaving his now functionless scrotum to merge with the twitching flesh of his taint and a small new hole that had opened just below his featureless inch of penis. Not long after the hole was fashioned into a feminine cunt but even from the start it wasn't human. The vulva didn't take long to swell or his cock to get pulled inside, but as the flesh here darken and shaped he was left was something for fitting for a lady doberman. Around it the skin darkened further, fur sprouting, which just further completed the presentation.

This change of sex, even with a functioning female reproduction system burrowing into him, was lost on Trent. All his attention was still very happily on his appointed task. He did feel that his shoulders, back, and arms were all sore and stiff, but Trent was still able to adjust to keep his snout his Jessie's pussy. Trent was perfectly content to carry on for as long as he could.

Trent may not have detected how far he had changed but Jessie caught wind of it when she saw his hips and ass pushing backwards more. So as much as it pained her she had to reach down and, grabbing Trent by his newly grown neck scruff, tugged him away. This caught Trent off-guard and put him off balance. And with limbs and a body stuck in between two species he can only brace briefly before flopping down on his back. There he floundered to right himself. An upside of the situation being his first glimpse at himself off the mirror ceiling right above him. And while his canine head, spreading fur, and other features were impressive it was nothing compared to what happened between his legs.

"Look at you go! Looking more like a proper bitch by the second," Jessie remarked after having regained some of her own composure. From where she stood peering down he was far removed from the man she knew and respected.

Jessie's words broke the trance Trent had on his reflection so that he rolled to face his wife. That required getting his cramping, numb hands under him while laying on his constantly shifting hip. This position wasn't very comfortable but it allowed Trent to better see himself along with giving the remaining changes plenty of space. So that once he was situated he looked up at his wife who now appeared a real giant to him. The consequence of losing over two feet in height in just over fifteen minutes.

"My, my, my. Sounds like ya'll couldn't wait, could you?" came Jo's voice unexpectedly from the doorway, startling both Jessie and Trent. When they looked they saw she had changed clothes, swapping out to all of her black witch attire they had previously seen her in except for the hat.

"Jo! Jeez, you scared me, babe!" Jessie gasped with a softer, more caring voice than she had using to issue commands to Trent. Just the sight of Jo in her outfit was enough to initiate a change in mindset. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you. I got the impression you two enjoyed liked the outfit," she confided. "Plus I said I wouldn't be long," Jo added as she walked over to Jessie, blue glowing potion in hand.

"Yeah, well, there isn't exactly a clock in here either," retorted Jessie.

"Huh, you're right. Still, seems you two have kept busy in that time," observed a pleased Jo.

"Very busy, Jo," smiled Jessie.

Jo handed Jessie her potion then after coming close along side each other Jo struck a similarly imperious demeanor when staring down at the now former man. "She's well progressed. Was this Trent's own doing or did you do the pushing?"

"I pushed but it didn't take much convincing," chuckled Jessie. "Look how small she's gotten. And very obedient already," she added.

"If only they were always that well-behaved all the time," Jo joked, getting a smile out of Jessie.

"If only," agreed Jessie. "So my potion here is all good to go?"

"Sure is. Mastiff like you asked. But that's not all," Jo said as she waved her hand, producing a poof of emerald smoke. When it cleared she was holding the two leather enchanted collars like the one she had shown them earlier that would lock in their transformation. "I thought, 'Wouldn't it be fun if, after you two change, get acquainted with your bodies and each other, we would make a day out of it. I have some errands to run in town and you two could come on leashes. Live a little of that dog life. Then come back here tonight and, if you're both ready, I'll get the collars off and you'll be back to normal in no time," she assured after giving them the offer.

"Oh! Well that's an offer. Go out in public as dogs? You think we could even be mistaken for ones, even with how we'll look?" Jessie asked.

"I think you'll find it far easier to act the part than you know. No one will be the wiser, I can assure you. This ain't my first dog show," boasted Jo.

"Hmm, I gotta think about that. What do you think, Trent?" Jessie asked her husband.

The conversation had been one Trent had struggled to keep his attention on, even when Jo made her intriguing offer. This was because his attention was often pulled elsewhere. To his chest and stomach where two rows of teats had been forming. Totaling ten from the swollen pair on his chest down to the his waist above hocks of his realigned legs. Elsewhere he watched first his hands and then feet devolved into canine digits. Nails came over dark then thinner while fingers shrunk and fattened. Pads formed, thumbs and big toes became dew claws. Arms and legs cracked, shifted, and soon they were bending and moving to four legged locomotion.

These distractions made it so when Jessie asked Trent his thoughts he was at loss what he'd want. Being seen by others, even if they never suspected for a moment, was a level exposure Trent had only toyed with in some purely mental fantasies. This was a whole other level and even if the thought of being on a leash didn't seem worth it in comparison. So with a mind only barely beset by instinct in the moments he leaning towards discretion and perhaps staying dogs but just on the farm. He couldn't say as much but did his best to use his eyes convey it to Jessie.

"Well? We can always stay in, too. If you're not comfortable with it we can stay within our properties," Jo allowed, giving Trent hope they air on the side of caution.

"I have a counter offer for you: we'll wear the collars and spend the day out with you if you go full witch for me while I change," Jessie said to Jo without a glance in Trent's direction.

"Haggling with a witch? That would normally land someone in very, very deep trouble in my book," started Jo with some fire in her eyes. "But you, Jess, I make a lone exception for. And I'll agree to that deal so far as you know I'll ditch the green skin and costume when we go out. You two will certainly go unnoticed but I won't. I only get away with this in public around Halloween," she snickered.

"Too bad. You look fucking hot as hell in green. Would love to see more of it. Bet you feel more comfortable that way," Jessie asked as the two women drew very close, there noses only inches apart.

"One less spell to maintain is always a load off," agreed Jo tenderly. Things may have progressed if not for Trent starting to whine and pant, his transformation pushing closer to finished. Both women let out an aggrieved sigh. "Right. You get that potion down and I'll get into character," Jo told Jessie before they separated.

"Yes, ma'am," Jessie said with an excited giggle. She tossed back the potion, emptying it quickly then tossed it to an unsuspecting Jo. "Catch!"

Unaware as she was Jo reacted fast enough to not only catch it but do so with a green, long nailed hand. "Careful. These are valuable in their own right," cautioned Jo.

"How valuable?" asked Jessie who finally decided it was time to take her bra and thong off.

"Worth ten times more than my most costly potion. Hard to find," Jo explained as he skin continued to green. She set the potion aside on a table then turned her attention to Trent. "How how are things, sugar? Enjoying your choices?" she asked.

Cracking and still shifting rib cage made it hard for Trent do respond with anything but a submissive whine.

"If you think you're having fun now, wait until your wife is ready for you," Jo said with a knowing wink. Her green coloring washed down her arms from either hand then came over completely from there. Hair, nose, and ears all lengthened as Jo regained her verdant skin and features. A look regained before Jessie even felt first pang of heat. "Is this what you like then, hmm?" she asked a visibly flustered Jessie.

"Oh definitely," Jessie managed as she bit into her lower lip.

"How refreshing. Clients like it because it plays into their expectations of an ugly, crooked wicked witch lording over them, cackling loudly as they change," Jo recounted while strutting back over to Jessie.

"What do a bunch of rich weirdos know about sexy," Jessie purred. Her hands were sliding over her steamy flesh while she spoke and squeezing herself whenever a pulse of primal lust radiating from between her legs. And they were coming faster and faster now. She knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Money never have been able to purchase taste," agreed Jo. She ran her finger up Jessie's stomach, between her breasts, over her collar, up her throat, over her lips, and only stopping at the woman's nose. "You're positively glowing, Jess. I take it you're feeling the effects already?"

"Maybe," panted Jessie.

"Maybe?" Jo repeated dubiously. "What do you think, Trent? Is she starting to smell different yet?" she asked Trent while still admiring Jessie.

"Awooooooo," Trent managed at last to howl, though still weak. By this stage in his transformation, with close to twenty-five minutes passed, there was only a few more bones and the rest of his fur coat needed to finish. The flirting between the two women went mostly unrecognized to him due to the physical changes completing along with dealing with compelling instincts. Most of which were fueled by the fact he was going in heat. It was luck that he had heard Jo's question between urges to be mounted and bred. Sniffing the air as Jo suggested, he was delighted when he did notice a change in Jessie's distinct aroma. So he barked at her a couple times then returned to panting.

"I think we should trust Trent here. She's got best nose here for now," touted Jo.

"I think you have the best nose here," flirted Jessie. Almost causing Jo's composure to briefly crack.

"That's right, get'em out while you can. You'll be her like her soon enough then I'll just have to deal with yips and barks for a while," boasted Jo.

"I'll banter all I want," huffed Jessie in defiance. She tried to puff out her chest but found her strength failing her. Soon the muscles were sore and coming over stiff. "Or I'll try to," she stepped back when the stiffness permeated her jaw and tongue.

"I think try is the best word for it," laughed Jo. She didn't have to wait long for physical changes to start appearing on Jessie. This spurred her to strike a thoughtful pose before pondering, "I wonder what will draw your eye more: that changing nose of yours or the prick your growing?"

The question focused Jessie's sweaty daze. Briefly to her blackened nose while her hands moved to inspect between her legs. Though she moved carefully it took only grazing the thin, over-sensitive flesh to cause Jessie to shudder from top to bottom. She had to lean forward to see it for herself but she didn't have to go far to see as it continued growing. It wasn't totally formed yet, with the shaft still slender and the flesh at the base still partially attached to the rest of her pussy. But it gained form with every passing second and it wasn't long before head gained more definition, pointing the tip while at last the red, fleshy shaft thickened.

At first Jessie was confused as to the look but quickly remembered the cock she'd be getting would be canine. And in that regard her pride swelled along with it's steadily increasingly length and girth. When it reached five inches a fierce aching struck Jessie's crotch that caused her to drop to her knees and then hands. Jessie was left panting and gasping for air with a long, wet tongue hanging out from her blacked lips.

"Not sure why I wonder. It's always penis," Jo said amusement as she watched.

Trent was not as amused by Jessie's new position but only because he could no longer watch his wife's manhood come in. A view that his needy desires had been enjoying greatly. Not to be deterred and with his body all but done except for some random, shrinking bald patches Trent could get to his feet and pad over to spot behind Jessie that afforded angle. When he got there the likely cause of Jessie dropping was revealed as two growing testicles within wrinkled scrotum. No sign of her slit any longer while her doggy cock now looked nearer seven inches. Signs of a sheath were also visible. A tail too.

"You too, Trent? Couldn't help but watch her develop?" Jessie teased when she saw the doberman getting re-situated. "Hope she doesn't wind up more endowed that you normally are. That would be awkward," the witched added wittingly. Not that Trent noticed.

"Reart hot. Rear hornry," Jessie said with trouble but no real care. Her snout from the dark flesh that had spread to circled the woman's eyes and jowls. Then as it grew it stretched and warped her features from their feminine curves to the thick, canine proportions of a large breed dog. This involved a drooping of her lower and upper lips especially into distinct jowls along with a mastiff sized bite and tongue to fit. All this, a wider face, rapidly receding and shedding hair, was barely a concern to Jessie. All she wanted to feel were those horny surges that her swelling manhood that came with increasingly frequency.

"You've got a lot more arousal to deal with before you're fully grown still, love," Jo reminded her. "It'll get even worse once you can smell that Trent's gone into season just for you. I'm sure you're plenty wound up too, ain't ya, sugar?" she asked Trent, whose long, curled tail was wagging without him even aware.

"AwoooOOOO!" Trent howled briefly when he heard himself called sugar. Totally unaware he had answered correctly.

Jo shook her head. "I sure hope you two don't wear yourselves out too badly before I need to do errands," she sighed.

Her concerns fell on disinterested ears with both Trent and Jessie quite taken with the latter's transformation. Trent didn't didn't even notice his own changes finish at last, looking like a well taken of three year old doberman bitch. He was far too busy watching Jessie's balls swell up behind furry sheath and sagging nine inch red inches of doggy cock. Which arguably made Jessie the mastiff the more impressively endowed except when compared to Trent the stallion. And all Trent could think was forced deep inside of him. Sight of even the slight bulge of her canine knot didn't dissuade his baser desires.

Making the sight all the more appearing to Trent's new body were the spreading changes realigning and shaping Jessie's backside. She was briefly forced onto her feet then toes but by then a lot of the length and mass from either leg had dissipated. Further changes, especially in the pelvis, shift her left under her body while her back fixed itself down. As a result her ass spread, losing definition as the hocks absorbed took much it in to leave a more exposed and noticeably more canine rear end. Her growing tail was at the time then down the dark taint past a doggy asshole and down to where two baseball sized testicles hung long between still shifting legs.

While this occurred the rest of Jessie wasn't ignored. Her arms and shoulders had also shifted to align with what would be a four legged existence. Around her chest both breasts were barely visible mounds against her barreled out chest. Below that her gut was bloated out somewhat. This all as he back was being frequently adjusted with loud, wet pops. Further up at her head Jessie's face had completely melted, dull brown eyes, jowls, drool, and all, into a hearty mastiff snout. Jessie's ears had also grown and lacked the perkiness of Trent's, preferring to droop down as they got wider. All of it just side dressing to the thrill Jessie was experienced since coming into possession of so much testosterone.

Seeing that the two would be well occupied with themselves for at least the next hour Jo produced another green puff of sparkling smoke from which she pulled her cellphone. "I trust neither of you will mind if I put in some orders for pickup later. Speeds things up when we get there," she told the thoroughly distracted couple. "I'll have your collars ready after you get that initial excitement out of your systems."

Excitement may have been greatly underselling it. Because with Trent throbbing as he was it made the aroma of his body hang in the air all the more heavy. So that when Jessie's nose came online and connected with her newfound male urge to breed her hips started to thrust forward at a phantom Trent that was beneath her. Made all the easier by hands and feet cramping their way into large, sturdy paws. Further adjustments of her legs and shoulders brought them to their final dimensions just made thrusting all the more natural for Jessie. And watching it just fueled Trent's arousal more, making the whole cycle just burn even hotter.

Fur made its appearance once Jessie's silhouette was near enough an English mastiff to be easily mistaken for a shaved one. Save for the black round her face the rest of Jessie's coat took on the fawn coloring of her breed. Like Trent's coat it grew in patches that started around the neck and chest but soon were everywhere. The prickling of its growth had Jessie frequently aquiver. Something that shook her more with stiffness relaxing from her limbs.

No sooner did Jessie gain a measure of mobility did she first sit down and proceed to scratch an itch that had developed just behind her right ear. That taken care of she stuck her hear between her legs where instinct had her lick at the impressive package. Only with that done could she get to her feet and go after her real prize. Which just required following nose her nose in a curve until it landed right at the presented hindquarters of Trent.

It had all happened so quickly that Trent managed to be surprised when the wet, hungry nose of Jessie pressed into his yearning mound. This caused Trent to whimper submissively almost immediately, raising his ass higher for the mastiff at least double her weight. Which also required digging in his back paws in hopes of being able to take it.

"Look how she's submitting for you, Jess. You going to pass on that invitation?" Jo taunted Jessie.

The dog's thirst was manifesting in excessive drool that lapping at Trent's backside didn't subside. But it did push Jessie beyond the point of doing anything but giving in to desire. She leapt up onto Trent in an effort to mount and found her front legs long enough to reach the ground either side of Trent's head with ducking down all of his body except her rear. That he kept up as he was already getting searching thrusts from Jessie trying to find her mark. This attempts continued with several getting in but sliding out due to the mastiff's large endowment.

Jo had noticed the struggles but had hoped the pair could manage without her having to get involved. When four minutes gone by with no success it was clear she'd have to step in. Setting phone aside she came over beside the two dogs to lend a hand. "Let me help, Jess. You're really close," she encouraged readily. Carefully aided by the witch Jessie did indeed find the mark and could at last slide in with the witch's discreet aid. "Not my first time breeding animals," Jo revealed as she stood. After a quick spell to cleanse her hand she returned to her spot on the couch. "And definitely not my last," she added with attention returning to her phone.

There was no understanding of holding back in Jessie's one track mind. She pushed in that first time until no more could fit then did the same with a jackhammer's inspiration. What this meant for the dwarfed doberman bitch beneath was a deep and unrestrained fucking that left Trent unable to think of much else but the heavy panting weight of his wife-turned-mastiff alpha on his back. Drool dripped onto Trent's head from the tongue hanging just above his head. A minor thing when compared to being having his cunt stretched.

But both were unprepared for the moment when the already tight fit between the two shrank more. A knot formed not longer after which brought the thrusting to an end. More swelling followed after, sealing the two together just Jessie began emptying her doggy seed into Trent. A sensation Trent was entirely unfamiliar with. Tat didn't stop him from drawing immense pleasure and satisfaction from the act as a euphoria came over him. Any concerns he had about being the bottom going into this had been thoroughly fucked away.

"Say cheese you two," requested Jo who had her camera trained on mating dogs.

Jessie didn't react. Preferring to just keep cum dumping into the needy bitch under her. Trent did manage to open his eyes enough to see Jo just as the camera's flash went off in his face. Several more followed with Trent able to little more than look the part of a knotted bitch. He was swimming in too much pleasure to do anything else.

It took some time for Jessie's balls to temporary empty but when they finally did both canines were unsure how much time had passed. Less than a minute or ten? In either case both found their arousal sated for the moment and were finally able to relax. Trent didn't have far to go to flop on the flop. Meanwhile Jessie stepped her front legs off then tried to move enough to lay down only for the strict tug of her knot reminded her she's wasn't going anywhere yet. So she did her best to find a comfortable position. Along the way tugging the knot a few more times, prompting pained whines from Trent.

With Jessie as close to cozy as their situation would allow and both dogs panting up a storm. Back on the couch Jo was sorting through not just the recent pictures she flashed with a smile on her face. "I'll send this over to you two as a little keepsake of this special moment," explained the witch. "Should be ten or fifteen minutes before you two can separate. Maybe a little longer given the size disparity. How was that anyway? Could you handle Jessie, Trent?"

A few weak whimpers was Trent's answer to the question. Really his mind hadn't even got to thinking about much aside from thinking about how that ranked up there with the best sex he ever had. That it had been on the receiving end as it was something for him to vex over now and for the foreseeable future.

"I'll take that as an 'It was lovely, Jo'. And what about you, Jessie?" Jo asked next to the mastiff.

"Ruff! Ruff!" Jessie barked with a deep, impressive voice.

Jo couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like approval to me," Jo reflected briefly. Then she stood up, leaving her phone but grabbing the two waiting collars. These she took care to put on Trent then Jessie's necks while both were effectively immobilized and enjoying some post-coitus doggy bliss. "There. Now you two can enjoy your bodies for the rest of the day without any worry of changing back. All the more time to enjoy yourselves."

Jessie barked excitedly while Trent's cheerfully wagging tail answered for him.

It took nearer to twenty minutes before Jessie's knot had shrunk enough to finally slip out. The empty feeling this left in Trent was one that was already spurring his desires for another round. After some rest of course. Jessie instead got up to her feet, shook, stretched, licked herself, then walked around the space a little before her desires for round two came bubbling up. Despoiled as it was Trent's doggy cunt was more appealing to ever to Jessie's dog tinged sexual desires. And soon she was sniffing at Trent's backside. When Trent failed to sit up, his body still recovering, Jessie started using her snout to try and shovel him up to his feet. Took five minutes of this prodding for Trent to submit and assume the position.

Over the course of two hours the transformed couple managed a total of five cases of knotting. Each one drained Trent of more of what energy he had, causing him to sag more and more with each successive mounting. To contrast this Jessie was able to put the same level of lust, thrust, and busted nut in the first four sessions. Only on the did the fifth did it catch up with her, leading to a shorter session and Jessie unable to go again. Though he loved each one Trent was still thankful for the break. His cunt was stretched, sore, and the excess seed leaking out of his backside told the story of how full he was.

Tending them all the while was Jo who also brought them water and kibble. Both showed some concern towards the latter but as they wore themselves out they gave it a try and found it shockingly decent. When she saw they were done at last she excused herself and returned twenty minutes later changed back into her farmer attire, human skin, some makeup, and carrying the keys to her truck and two leashes. The first thing she did was kneel down next to them. She allowed her hands to turn green so that as she rubber over their arms, legs, and body their sore muscles recovered and energy restored. This done she leashed them and invited both on an adventure.

With both dogs secure in the cab Jo set off in mid-afternoon towards the town about twelve miles away. Along the way she put down the window enough that both Jessie and Trent could fit their heads out. Driving by farm after farm on a warm summer's day meant the air was full of interesting scents. Neither was very much troubled by their instincts and had their wits back. So they did their best to enjoy things but both were noticeably troubled at times.

For Trent it was that anxiety of being seen in public as a dog. A bitch no less. Sticking his head the window provided a good distraction at least. For Jessie it was a different matter. The clarity that came after working out her doggy desires brought with it a reassessment of her relationship dynamic towards her husband. Something about how it had all played out left her seeing him in a new light. And she couldn't make herself unseen it. Not wanting to appear off Jessie hid her feelings, preferring to look forward to being leashed by Jo.

Town wasn't more than fifteen stores, two gas stations, and two traffic lights. Their errands would take them to the bank, salon, farm supply store, and if all went well, ice cream before heading back to the ranch. Jo promised it wouldn't take more than an hour or two.

Stopping first at the bank the two canines stayed in the cab with the windows down as the bank wasn't fond towards animals inside. During the ten minutes it took to make her deposits for the month Jessie and Trent kept their heads out the window. This got them some attention from passing folks who would wave as they went by. Trent occasionally sniffed or licked at Jessie to show some affection. Which would always return but never with as much enthusiasm.

Their next stop was across the street in a strip mall. This time Jo was able to bring them in on their leashes. There they received a lot of loving affection from the staff of three stylists. They even provided the dogs with a water bowls and snacks while Jo got her hair done and eyebrows threaded. Any person who entered in that time was happy to pet either dog, with one younger girl giving both the seated dogs hugged. Both did their best to act like very well behaved, definitely not secretly human, dogs. All the attention definitely buoyed both their confidence that no one suspected what they really were.

An awkward did arise when Jo was asked for their names but she effortless came up with some, renaming Trent 'Bella' and Jessie 'Rocky'. Something neither could do much to protest.

All that time in the salon made it so when they left and drove over to the busy farm supply store both were comfortably playing the part of Jo's trained, purebred hounds. The massive store featured farm supplies, a small grocery store, lumber yard, and a sizable garden center attached. Being the biggest supply store around on a Saturday it was fairly flush with people. Some of whom were also walking their leashed dogs.

As Jo led them in she went over her plan with them. "I just have to pick up an order along with a few things I thought of on the way over. Shouldn't be too long. You can't wander away from me here either. And Trent," she said, tugging at the former man's leach, "I'll do my best to make sure no other dogs try to get on top of you while you're in heat, Trent. Wouldn't want Jessie getting jealous now would we?"

Trent hadn't even considered that his scent would draw that kind of attention when in public but was now very thankful Jo would look out for him.

Inside was a cacophony of smells that were a lot for the two new dogs to take in. There was also noise but that was easier to deal with. Big as both dogs were they kept close to Jo and the shopping cart she picked out since a lot of people paid them no mind when pushing by. This got better after Jo picked up her order at the front and they could move into the store proper where the large aisles helped create some space.

More compliments came for the two dogs as the trio went along. Jo found more of the things she wanted, some of which were on sale, and both dogs looked very much at ease. However troubles arouse when they moved across the store to an aisle where pet and animal supplies were. Here there were a lot more dogs present. A fact Jo had been counting on. She pushed her cart on without concern, Jessie trotting alongside in thought while Trent was more nervous.

It didn't take long for those dogs nearest to them to pick up on the scent of Jo's two canines. Jessie's burly musk paired with her size made her appear like an indomitable stud. Most dogs shrunk from mastiff out of respect or fear. Trent had a different experience. Every male dog nose that was connected to a working dick was soon pointed in his direction. Owners had to get firmer grips on these now aroused dogs as some couldn't help but find the source. Barking soon followed as dogs as big as great danes and small as yipping Yorkies voiced their admiration for the smoking hot piece of tail catwalking down the aisle.

Jo kept Trent's leash tight but had no problem stopping to look at product, leaving Trent to deal with a lot of very hungry eyes staring him down. Lost in thought as Jessie was she didn't put together all the barking was on account of her husband's aroma. When she did notice her first instinct was to bark them all down so they all knew Trent was hers. But those doubts she had been rolling over in her head held her back from doing anything. In fact she resolved to see what Trent would do with all this attention and only come to his defense if he's in obvious danger.

'Let's see if can at least be assertive now,' Jessie thought of Trent as she played a passive observer. Finding out if he still had the strong drive and courage she fell in love with once.

'Please keep going. Why are we stopping? Can we just go back to the ranch? I don't like all this attention,' Trent whimpered and whined at Jo whenever they could as they progressed slowly. But Jo was happy to ignore him and pretend to more concerned with getting the last few things on her list.

Something that was taking the better part ten minutes to accomplish due to how frequently she stopped. And every time she did he would sit down on his hindquarters in an effort to dampen the smell. To little success since the only dogs not paying him attention were the few female along with a yellow and chocolate lab pair more content with each other that Trent's troublesome plight. Looking towards Jessie brought him little solace either since she never moved from her side of the cart. Leaving Trent feeling rather alone save for Jo's promise to keep any off him.

Getting through the middle proved the most difficult but the crowds cleared with many embarrassed dog owners pulling their horny dogs down the opposite end of the aisle. The number of red doggy cocks Trent had caused was far more than he liked to remember. But with the end in sight and Jo confirming she had everything on her list it seemed the experience would likely be well-remembered once his memory shaved off the scary bits and just left the sexy implication.

That changed when from the opposite direction came a friend and neighbor of Jo's who immediately stopped to get her attention.

"Jo? Is that you?" asked a woman no older looking than Jo only with blonde hair, a more stocky build, and pronounced southern accent. "I thought so!" she confirmed leaning in to hug Jo.

"Rachel, so good to see you," Jo greeted as their group came to stop with the carts coming together on Trent's side. This forced behind the cart and Jo, pulling out some length on his lead to give himself ample room. "Shopping today?"

"You know I'm always here about the same time every week. Homesteading with a farm like me and Bill's bring me here on the regular," greeted Rachel with the polite graces that warned of coming polite conversation of unknown length.

"That's right. Sorry, I get so busy during the week that I lose track of things more often than I like," chuckled Jo. "You get those new coops installed yet?" Jo asked, stirring the pair into a light chat.

Just like Trent feared the two women began catching up, leaving them in one place and him feeling particularly exposed and unguarded. That was even with Jessie watching from a seated position right beside Jo. But for reasons Trent couldn't figure she seemed content getting idle head rubs from distracted Jo. Around him were no dogs but their barks from the other end of the aisle hadn't ceased meaning there wasn't any comfort to be had. The more time that ticked by with no change in circumstances had him fretting for when the other shoe would drop.

Five minutes when, as Trent had feared, it happened.

"Maxie! Down boy! Heel!" some frail voice cried out as a loud, sharp barking broke out at the far end of the aisle. Jo paid it no attention but Trent and Jessie watched the crowd at the other end part to either side. All to make way for large German shepherd that had managed to break free from its eight-five year old owner's arthritic grasp and was now barreling down the aisle at full speed towards Trent. Only being occasionally slowed when stopped to lick the ground where Trent had sat.

'Time to prove you still have fight in you,' Jessie thought as she remained unmoved. So long as Trent resisted or went on the attack Jessie would throw her weight in to protect him. But she had a sneaking suspension that wasn't how it would play out.

Trent's thoughts were more panicked and overwhelmed. He scrambled to get up from his seated position but even that took long enough for the sprinting dog to close almost all the distance. That left Trent enough time to try running to one side only for a strangers cart to nearly run him over. Back-peddling made him vulnerable and let the German shepherd confirm the source of that intoxicated heat. In a flash the hurried shepherd came to a sliding stop just short of the group then assumed a more humble bearing as it moved in to close the last few feet.

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Why isn't Jo seeing this? Why isn't Jessie helping me?' Trent questioned in his head as things spiraled out of control. Jo had her back turned but Jessie was looking so he plead in whines and begging eyes.

All he got from her was a, 'Handle it yourself,' followed by shallow nod at the German shepherd.

With no help coming and his leash suddenly locking so he can't pull away any further, the only defense against what he knew was coming was to curl his tail down behind him. At best saved him two seconds. Since that's how long it took Maxie the German shepherd to knock it away with his snout so he could shove his nose in. Trent's alarmed yelped alerted many but Jo and her friend were oblivious while Jessie was unmoved. This left it to Trent alone to defend his own dignity. He had to do something.

So, shaking and knowing he couldn't delay, Trent attempted to turn around to confront his attacker only to get snarled at, teeth bared, by the fierce some looking German shepherd. That culled much of Trent's fight, leaving him open for Maxie to hurriedly mount. Again Trent knew he should pull away but hesitating, allowing the stronger male to come down on his back with front legs used to keep the slightly smaller doberman in her place. Next the male nipped at Trent's neck to keep him just that little bit more still. Finally the dog proved an experienced suitor by quickly shuffling forward and finding Trent's well broken in cunt.

With every feeble effort overcome and only seconds less Trent had one last chance to break out if he wanted. A little part of Jessie really wanted to see it. But as she feared Trent's instinct was instead to just submit, lower his head, lifting his tail, and simply just letting what was gonna happen happen. While not as well endowed as Jessie's mastiff Maxie's cock was more than filling for the acquiescence bitch.

Trent heard all the gasps, disgust, and laughter from the crown of onlookers who were rightly shocked by the sight. Feeling the dog's knot already swelling he looked up to Jo finally aware of what was going on. And all around him were faces either of revulsion or disdain that animals were allowed to do this is public. Some of course took out there cameras to laugh but most turned away and went back to their shopping.

The dog's knot was coming in when the German shepherd's owner reached them out of breath. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's got into Maxie! Get off, boy! Get off the poor girl!" cried the man as he tried and failed to pull his dog off.

"I think your boy might be too far along for that," Jo said to man, shaking her head. "I think we have to let them work this out before we can get them apart."

"Dang it. I think you might be right," said the old man with a resigned groan. "Again, I'm real sorry about this. Your girl in heat or something?"

"You know, I had a hunch she might be but I guess this seals it. I'm sure Maxie is normally a perfect gentlemen," Jo waved off.

"He really is. Used to stud though so guess instinct just took over," surmised the man.

"Can you blame them? They are just animals after all. Slaves to their impulses in the end," Jo assured the man.

"Is that you Mr. Ferris? You letting your dogs finally get the better of you?" Rachel chimed in when she recognized the man.

"Rachel? Oh, it's you! Yes, sadly. They can get away now if I'm not paying attention. Once he had that bitch's scent I sure wasn't able to stop him," said the man.

Jo, Rachel, and the man moved off to the side to talk and wait. Taking time to explain to a manager from the store that came over what happened. As this wasn't the first time it happened at the store they understood but did ask Jo to head to the checkout and leave once she could. All conversation that happened with no one minding the couple canines.

When the German shepherd at last came Trent tried not to enjoy it but the knot alone had stimulated him and despite the humiliating feeling of being bred in public by a strange dog he was awash with pleasure. A fact he couldn't hide if he wanted. He closed his eyes with the hope this would be all over soon.

Deed done it was back to unbearable waiting and pain caused by the male trying to tug out too early. More people would pass with them only having to see how the two animals were sitting to know the story. Parents had to either explain it to their kids or shield their eyes to prevent awkward questions. An altogether inglorious way for the day to go that Trent would need a lot of time to think over. Not so for Jessie.

Seeing Trent act so submissively, giving in to a random dog with barely any resistance, pushed over that last domino in Jessie's mind concerned her husband. The day's events were hard proof of something that had been troubling since the first time they changed together, and maybe even further back to when they moved to their new house. That nagging feeling he wasn't enough that never had troubled Jessie before but once sparked it had just grown in size. Today was exactly the thing she needed to see. Whether it was him agreeing freely to be female or his current predicament Jessie was left little recourse now in her mind. A fact Jo had been counting on all along.

At last turning from her husband, Jessie nudged into Jo's hip until she resumed petting her head. The touch got her tail wagging again and was the subtle hint that Trent was now the odd man out. Jo had a plan for that.

Part IV: A Win-Win Fixation

"Just really tired after last yesterday," was what Jessie mumbled to Trent the morning following their dog day of summer. Because while Trent may have woken up in good spirits she preferred to pull the covers over herself and rolled away from her husband.

"Sure, sure. Do you mind if I get up?" Trent asked carefully.

"Do what you want. I'm sleeping for a while longer," came Jessie's muffled words.

"All right. Take your time. I'm going to see if I can go for a run. I'm feeling like a million bucks right now for some reason," Trent boasted as he sat up and stretched. "Sweet dreams," he said to his wife, blowing her an unrequited kiss. Trent then got dressed into his running clothes and made a stealthy exit, unaware that sort of interaction would be the new norm.

Monday came with both having to head back into the city for a week of meetings and round table sessions. But Jessie still had no desire to get out of bed so just called off work sick for the week. This left Trent to drive back alone but only after having her promise to call him if she needed him. Which she promised to do before giving him the faintest pecks on the cheeks to see him off. When the week came to an end Trent found himself never needed by his wife. And what messages he did get from her were brief and of little substance.

Trent wasn't so blind that he could tell something was wrong with Jessie. Her malaise, distance towards him, and disinterest in affection or spending time together was something he'd never seen from Jessie. The only other times he'd seen her so preoccupied with something else was the last time she took a new job. Even then she would still cuddle close to Trent every time in bed. It was to the cause that Trent was more confused. In no small part thanks to his belief that Jessie loved him and still respected him the way she did when they said their wedding vows. This led him to follow incorrect assumptions about that cause which only left him more confused.

Two weeks on since their doggy day and things had not improved any. Jessie put in for a month long unpaid leave period at her work without mentioning it to Trent. He only found out when days when he knew she had to go to the city came and went and she was either in bed or out working somewhere, usually on Jo's farm. Something he learned from his recurrent encounters with Jo who was always more friendly and open than Jessie. It's from her she learned Jessie's melancholy lifted a little when she was helping animals and working around the farm. So Trent went to Jessie and told her to spend more time at the ranch if that's what was making her happy. Foolishly thinking that the cause of her problem was tied to transformation rather than any failing on his part, much less Jessie having fallen head over heels in love with his neighborly witch.

'Something about the transformation must have done it. Each time we've done it she's come away put off. Maybe she's not into it?' was where Trent's reasoning had landed him by the start of the third week. 'Changing genders might not have been wise either,' he would further concede when thinking back on it all. Muddying those waters always was that both events were now core memories stored in his head right alongside becoming a horse and his honeymoon. 'Shouldn't have let that German shepherd do that to me. That was a really bad look.'

It was the last one that he ultimately landed on as the culprit for her being so cold towards him. He was able to dismiss or mental gymnastics himself over any competing ideas to come to a simple conclusion: he got fucked in public by a stranger. Dog or not it was hard to not take such a thing personally. Jessie had seen Trent in a light that, while he had allowed it in the moment, was just a moment of weakness and more the result of shock than anything. Being female made it worse for sure and Trent wanted the chance to talk it out with Jessie but she could never be bothered to talk with him more than a few minutes before excusing herself or falling asleep if they happen to be in bed.

A week in the city because of work allowed Trent some time to think over how exactly to resolve his problem. With a brain so fixated on transformation since he experienced Jo's secret enterprise it's should come as little surprise that his solution would require some further changes. Having come to that realization Thursday he spent all Friday narrowing down what he thought might be just the thing to wash away Jessie's memories of that day. When he returned home Friday evening he had hoped to catch Jo outside since she was central to his plan, but she was nowhere to be been and wasn't responding to texts.

Inside the house Trent saw that Jessie was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Though at first he didn't recognize her with how much muscle she'd packed on. She even looked taller that he remembered but that could have easily been the lighting.

"Smells good. What'cha making?" asked a well meaning Trent as he entered the kitchen.

"I have a skillet of caprese chicken casserole, vegetable quiche just finishing in the oven, and some broiled cod to throw in while the quiche cools," she answered calmly as she bounced between stove, cutting board, and numerous timers.

"Wow. You really went all out," lauded Trent. He had taken a seat at the kitchen table to rest his weary body, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to further relax. "You're in good spirits I guess. Haven't seen you cook like this since we moved out here."

"I haven't, have I? I dunno, guess I didn't feel as comfortable in the kitchen as I'm starting to now," Jessie explained away with a shrug while her attention never wavered from her cooking. "And mood has been a little better. Did some riding the last few days that have really helped me gather all those scattered thoughts and feelings I was feeling with. Still have some work to do before I'm where I want to be but I'm definitely on the mend now," she admitted with a faint, assured smile.

"That's great! I'm real happy to hear that, Jessie. Been a hell of week for me too. Meeting, half of which I could have just skipped. The other half-" but Trent's story was interrupted by a knock at the outside door leading to the kitchen. One that Jessie had apparently been expecting since she eagerly answered and allowed the guest, Jo, in.

"Jo!" Trent gasped when he saw her.

"Trent! So good to see you! You'll be joining us for dinner then?" Jo greeted as she entered and took off her jacket.

Trent was a little perplexed. "Joining? Oh, was this dinner not for us, Jessie?"

"Well, I thought this would be one of those usually Fridays when you're not back until later. But it's not a problem. I always make too much of everything anyway for leftovers. You both take a seat, it'll be about fifteen more minutes. Unless I burn the quiche," fretted Jessie without ever directly speaking to Trent.

"Sure, babe. You do what you gotta do," encouraged Trent.

"I'd wait an age for your cooking, Jess," Jo complimented more impressively.

"You've gotten her to cook for you before?" Trent asked Jo as the two took up seats beside each other at the table.

"On a few occasions. Rare to find a girl that can make pasta, work a grill, and not burn a risotto all rolled into one. I can see why you married her," Jo replied loud enough for Jessie to hear.

"Right? I sure got lucky. Cooking is just one of her many, many, many talents," Trent exalted as best he could.

"I couldn't agree more! She's a natural on horseback, can heft a hay bale, milk a cow, and even helped me get my tractor hitched up to a tiller with no prior experience. If I didn't know better I'd say she was a cowgirl trapped in a business suit's world," Jo stated to Trent, causing a listening Jessie to swoon and then having to hide the fact. "Country girls are just like wild horses, Trent. They need a firm, strong hand to break them. But if you show them love and affection along with letting earning their respect, there is no finer companion you could ask for."

"Oh yeah, definitely," agreed Trent with only a passing understanding of the analogy. "I imagine men are much the same way too," he figured.

"Some men, yes, but most are, if you'll forgive my candor, more akin to a donkey. You just find something they like, carrot, jennys, sports car, money, ignorant bliss, whatever. Then you just dangle it in front of them and watch them walk themselves anywhere you want. Even the ones with the awareness to understand the situation, they're still happy to keep at it," Jo's commented came as she removed both of her boots, her gloves, and finally the hat she had been wearing. "How have you been, Trent? Had work all week, Jessie tells me. Explains why I haven't seen you since Sunday morning on your run," Jo asked politely.

"Me? Yeah, just another week of meeting and things. Was just telling Jessie about it when you came in. I've been dealing with-" but again Trent stops when Jessie can be heard huffing out of frustration. "Is everything okay, babe?" he asked Jessie.

"Can't find the plates I want to use. Trent, where did you put the porcelain plates with blue floral ring around it? I know we packed it and I remember checking the both off the list when we arrived," asked an already irritable Jessie.

"Ummmm, I think we agreed we didn't have the room yet and to put them in the basement with the other kitchen storage boxes. We definitely talked about it," Trent was quick to remember.

Jessie was about to argue when the anger passed. "Basement. Right. Okay, I'll be right back you two. If you hear something beep take the quiche out of the oven, okay?" The request came with Jessie already rushing off to fetch her needed plates. Leaving Jo and Trent alone. Just the opportunity Trent had been hoping for.

"Hey Jo, I actually wanted to talk to you. It about Jessie and me," Trent began with an effort to keep his voice down.

"What is it, sugar?" Jo replied discreetly.

"Thank you. More specifically, and I know you must have noticed, she's been off since that last time we changed together. I think I know the reason and was wondering if you could help me arrange something I believe will help," he confided to Jo.

"She has definitely been acting different since then. Can't deny that," nodded Jo. "What were you thinking?"

Checking to ensure Jessie wasn't on her way up from the cellar Trent waited a few seconds before hurriedly getting it out. "I have this idea for you to change me and-" but just then the basement door shut and Jessie could be hear hurrying back.

"Meet me in my stables, the private section, just after midnight. Knock at the door three times so I know it's you," Jo muttered under her breath just as Jessie returned carrying a large stack of plates, matching silverware, and a blender balanced on top.

"Grabbed a few things I've been looking for. Did the quiche go off- perfect timing! There it is," celebrated Jessie after setting everything down. She quickly grabbed an oven mitt to tend to the quiche.

Afraid to respond verbally Trent acknowledged Jo's plan with a nod then did his best to forget all about it and enjoy dinner.

Dinner that night went well with Trent seeing a more lively, jovial, and relaxed Jessie than in too long. Afterwards when all three retreated to the den to watch a movie, Jessie all but skipped around and offered to make snacks or grab drinks. Her energy only waned after Jo had left around eight to prepare for some soon to arrive clients. After that Jessie went silent, choosing to take a long shower and bath followed by heading to bed early on account of her own long day.

That little burst of life, though brief, was just further encouragement to Trent that he needed to try something. If Jo was right about Jessie being a wild mare, country girl at heart than what better way to demonstrate that- at least Trent thought- than being an even more wild, more unnameable stallion? Jessie wouldn't even need to change for it. Just seeing him as a stallion, maybe show off mounting a few times, then let her try to break him into riding. There was no way she wouldn't be into that. All it required was winning Jo over with the idea.

The hours spent waiting by Trent were a mix of planning how to win Jo over with his plan, assuring himself the plan would work, yearning for a return to a stallion's body, and wishing he'd get to spend more than just a couple hours transformed. Thoughts like these meant he relief on an alarm he set himself to remind him it was five minutes to midnight.

After dressing in dark clothes, slipping on sneakers, and exiting out the quieter rear kitchen Trent made his way towards Jo's stable with a focus on stealth. He reached those stables ten minutes after midnight, making sure that there was no one around before entering. Inside was a familiar scene as always, with horses like Inna and Eva watching him pass. Turning the corner and heading towards the private section Trent could hear a man's indistinct, muffled shouting which only got louder as he reached the door. Not only that but another voice, very likely Jo's, could also be heard now from time to time.

When Trent reached the door he knocked three times then waited. Hearing the man's voice up close Trent couldn't make out any words aside from grunts, huffing, warped cries, and other inhuman sounds. Jo said something followed by the door opening her stepping through with the scene behind her obscured by the already shutting door.

Jo was dressed in the same ranch attire she had for dinner with the only real difference being she was not choosing to hide her true self. That meant green skin, hooked nose, and black hair enough to stretch down her back to her waist. As she closed the door behind her callous disposition switched effortlessly to a friendly bearing.

"Right on time. I like that," Jo greeted as she shook Trent's hand.

"You're nice enough to want to help so showing up when you asked is the least I can do," Trent assured her. "Another client that likes the wicked witch look but doesn't mind if you're a country witch?" he then asked, motioning towards her appearance.

"It's actually your wife that has me more self-assured about my features and true-self. At least in private moments like this where I can carry myself how I choose," Jo explained as she leaned her back against the shut door. "So you said you wanted to talk to me about something to help with Jessie's shifting moods as of late?"

"I did, yeah. I'm pretty sure that it was a mistake to swap genders I think. Led to problems. Some of which I know you apologized about after but Jessie just hasn't seen me the same way. So I was thinking that transformation got me into this mess so maybe I could use it to get out. With your help, of course," Trent said with an already grateful tone.

"Hmm, what did you have in mind exactly?" Jo asked.

"Familiar territory mostly. I was thinking just me changing and into a horse again. Something that showcases me in a better light I think. Can even do some riding and 'breaking in a wild stallion' angle too if she's enjoying herself. I realize that would require a longer change than last time but you mentioned having bridles and things that work the same as the collars you gave us, right? It would all be doable I think but you are the expert here. And sort of linchpin of this idea if I'm honest, heh," chuckled Trent who hoped very much Jo would be receptive.

"Stallion again, hmm? You think that will get her out that funk you see her in and back on your side? It's a curious plan, not something I would have thought of myself, but you do know her best," Jo conceded as she thought on the proposal.

"I do. Like, when I was that stallion I felt like I did back in college when I could line women up and choose I'd date for a week then move on. That sort of machismo would make her forget all about the dog business. Build some new memories around her breaking me and riding me around. Could become a regular thing even if she likes," Trent suggested thoughtfully, acting as if he wouldn't look forward to a future of more time on all fours. "She wouldn't have to watch me change but afterwards I think it would be something great we could do together and bond over, you know? I'd love it if you'd be able to help me with this. More than happy to repay you in some way. Can't pay you like you're used to but I'm sure I can-"

"Don't worry about it. I'll do it," Jo interrupted to answer, sounding unbothered.

"You will? Really? Do I have to-"

"Don't worry about money or anything like that. Recent acquaintances as we are, I've grown a certain affection for you both and if I can help ya'll with this then it's not trouble. With how frequently horses and donkeys show up in my appointment book I've made sure the reagents are well stockpiled in advanced. Also means that yes, I do have a bridle that'll ensure you stay horse for just as long as we want, sugar," Jo was more than happy to promise. "You free tomorrow? My weekend is free for a change and something important like this really shouldn't be put off for too long," insisted Jo.

"Tomorrow? That quick? I guess, sure! You don't think that would blindside her or anything?" Trent asked in order to make sure he didn't excited for no reason.

"If we set the day up properly I believe it won't be much of a shock. You know her well but I've gotten a little closer too with her. I can almost promise that she'll be at least understanding. If your hunch is right, she'll be thrilled," figured Jo.

That sort of backing was just the sort of thing Trent needed to actually go through with it. A moment he would have liked to cherish more but the shouting from the private area started again, this some a more ragged, bestial bellow could be heard. At that Jo sighed and moved to go back in.

"Follow me in and we'll hammer out the details. Don't mind the soon to be cow. They can't speak any longer and the change that was requested was a more arduous transformation than you're used to. They've be vocal, panicked, and pleaded but it's all part of it. They have a tethered collar on their neck too so we'll be able to stand safely well-clear of them," warned Jo. As soon as she finished she opened the door, letting the wretched sounds out.

Trent followed, shutting the door behind him and keeping to the outside of the room until he stood next to Jo beside the private viewing room. In the middle of the room- with a large padded collar around an expanding neck that was tethered to an anchor set up in the same place Trent's jump mare was secured- was a man somewhere just over halfway to becoming a cow. His head, arms, rear, and shoulders were the most far along while everything else not far behind. There was even an udder, not yet filled, visible underneath. Still remaining human were the man's straining, pained eyes, who appeared terrified by not only what was happening to him but Trent's indifference towards that suffering.

"Another cow. Popular choices and another one I always make sure to be stocked up on," Jo explained while retrieving her phone from the pocket of the jacket she left hanging on the wall.

"Does he care that I'm here? Don't your clients usually get really picky about how things go?" Trent asked with care to wait until the cow creature looked away.

"Yes, many of them are very picky about it. In this case, however, it's not really an issue," she assured.

"To each their own I guess," Trent allowed.

"He is a loud one though. Let's head in the viewing room for a little privacy while we sort out this business this Jessie. Have some seats in their from a session last week," invited Jo with a step in that direction already.

"Sure," nodded Trent as he followed her in.

There were two folding chairs set up in the simple, well ventilated room. And the view from behind the glass was a little surreal for Trent as saw thing the room from a new perspective. They took their seats which faced towards the scene with Jo putting her feet up on the ledge in front of the mirror. Trent tried not to stare but couldn't help it. Their ribs were really barreling out now, their feet cramping into hooves, and visible hanging lower between his legs was an ever filling udder. Shreds of a green shirt, crushed glasses, and other remnants of clothing made the scene all the more romantic in Trent's view of transformation.

"Am I to guess you've intended this as a surprise to some extent? Or do you want her wait while I get you into shape?" asked Jo as she moved right to planning things. To her the on going transformation taking place just the other side of the glass required little monitoring.

"Surprise might be better than having her wait all that time, right?"

"I think so. Means you'd probably have to get her off the property for a couple hours so she doesn't notice something is up. But when she's back I can go fetch her on whatever pretense strikes me and bring her over. Can help explain things but ultimately it'll be on you, Trent," Jo told Trent. "And as far as the details of your transformation, if you're open to it, sugar, I might have a suggestion," she offered with a tantalizing hint of something.

"What did you have in mind? I was just thinking something simple like before," Trent said truthfully.

"I could do that for you but you mentioned wanting to look impressive, right? If you want to shake off the memory of you as some submissive bitch, no offense, then the bigger the better I say, sugar," Jo suggested.

"You can go bigger?" asked Trent with a little blush in his cheeks and bulge in his pants.

"Definitely. You know Inna and Eva, yes? My Clydesdales? Big as they are as mares the stallions are even bigger... How could a girl not be in awe of something like that? I've been toying with a mixture ever since I brought those girls into stable but funny enough it's you who I think would be the perfect one to test it for me. Sadly, there will be one stumbling block," Jo confessed, pulling Trent's attention away from the spectacle.

"Stumbling block? Nothing serious I hope," he said with less concern than he felt.

"Nothing that impedes your transformation, no, but your mistress, lady pump'n'dump over there is out of action for the time being. Client with a bullish preference got a little carried away and now the housing and base are cracked and wobbling. Big stallion like you'll be would shatter the poor girl so no handy way to dispose of that arousal you'll be saddled with by the end, if you don't mind my pun, sugar," chuckled Jo.

"Will that be bad for me?"

Jo shrugged. "Won't hurt anything, save your blue balls. I suppose I could see about rustling up a mare for you instead but I can't make any promises there. I have seen some deal with their lust with with a vivid enough imagination but that's sort of skill varies client to client. So you might have to do that or be left to get your stallion lusts in check before Jessie see's you acting like a love drunk stud," Jo warned him.

"Right. I want her to be impressed, not ashamed of me as some dumb animal," joked Trent.

"Can't have that," agreed Jo as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. "Now, once I've changed you, dealt with your libido, and brought Jessie over I'll explain things and if all goes well like you said I can think of a few things to fill the afternoon," Jo began. She proceeded to talk about paths, courses, chores and training they could do with Jessie the rider and Trent her able mount. And for his part Trent listened but was often splitting his attention between that and the escalating transformation in front of him.

In just the few minutes he and Jo had been talking the man's figure had been further expanded, with arms, with his skeleton in most places matching what would be his final anatomy. Pounds, mass, hide, and hair still needed to develop but it was all academic. When they had first moved into the privacy of the room the struggling man's eyes had followed them but likely could only stand its reflection for so long before stumbling around the space. This allowed Trent a better look at them.

Swelling organs could be seen pressing against his skin, only held back by a thickening hide and in some places a larger rib cage. No longer was his udder just showing but now sagging down enough to be seen from any direction. Still it was best enjoyed, at least Trent thought, from the side where it looked the largest. That opinion changed when the cow turned enough for its backside to face the mirror. Trent may not have seen as much udder but the shape of the hide legs, the tufted tail, puckered asshole, and gaping cow cunt- which just now could be seen to absorb the man's former penis- made for his favorite angle yet.

Gradually the struggle the man had been putting up relaxed and he took to simple standing in one place, occasionally shaking, frequently mooing, and avoiding eye contact with the mirror. Watching was giving Trent ideas. Ones he would have to shelve for the time being as Jo wrapped up her thinking and asked about how he could get Jessie out of the house a few hours the next day.

"I don't think she's had her hair done in a while. I know her favorite place is out in the suburbs more. Would probably kill two or three hours, right?" Trent suggested.

"That could definitely work. I know she mentioned getting some coloring done a few weeks back. Wouldn't hurt if you offered to pay, I bet," advised Jo in what Trent took as a not to subtle.

"Sure. Have her leave around nine in the morning? Ten? Later?"

"Nine works fine. Since you need to burn off some steam at the start anyway getting over to my stables once you're sure she's gone would work in your favor I think. Transformation should take as long as the last time you were a horse in my care or maybe a little longer on account of how big you'll be getting, sugar," figured Jo before she got back to her feet.

Seeing her rise prompted Trent to do the same. "So that's it then? Nothing else to cover?"

"For now I think that's all we need. We'll have time to ourselves before the deed too so you just get back over to your house and into bed. You've got a big day ahead of you, Trent. Try and get some rest," Jo told Trent as they exited the private room and she showed him to the door out.

"I'll set an alarm so I can make sure I catch her in the morning. I'll text you when she leaves," Trent promised. Even now as he left Trent couldn't help but gawk at what in fifteen minutes had become quite the sizable heifer.

"MarroooOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOO!" bellowed the now white and black spotted heifer.

"Keep at it all you like, ain't changing you from going to that dairy like I said. Truck will be here within the hour," Jo shouted dismissively at the cow before smiling as she opened the door for Trent. "Sorry about that."

"No worries. I guess he's got a fantasy about ending up in a dairy farm then?" Trent asked as he exited, with his last glimpse of the cow being of its dull, simple brown eyes and a now leaky udder underneath.

"Fantasy?" Jo repeated before letting out a cackle of genuine laughter. "No roleplaying with that one, sugar. He's not the paying client after all," Jo clarified with the door now shut behind her.

"Wait, he isn't? Someone else is paying for him?" questioned Trent.

"You see, sugar, many clients are like you, more or less, coming to me for some satisfaction or otherwise with my potions. A select few clients use my services differently. To some, they need someone discreetly out of the way so that they can always be retrieved later if needed. And they'll come out having learned a lesson too, normally," Jo attested candidly. She walked Trent back out of the stables, with him asking more questions.

"That sounds pretty... shady. What sort of people are we talking about here? The victims I mean."

"If you're asking if they're good or bad people, I don't ask. I wouldn't let it trouble you. They're rare occurrences. Most are here very willingly. Even if they like to pretend otherwise," Jo said in case the idea made him uneasy.

"Yikes. Makes me wonder about all those missing person cold cases," recalled Trent as they pair reached the end of the stables.

"You've got far better things to wonder about than things of that nature, sugar. Get yourself back there and rest up. We'll be seeing each other again before you know," promised Jo.

"You're right. Jessie's whats important right now. I'll keep in touch in the morning and thank you again for helping with this. And good luck with the rest of your... business, tonight," Trent put mildly while shaking Jo's hand.

"Happy to help, Trent. I think this little plan of yours will be just the thing she needs to see. No doubt you'll get something out of it too," assured the witch graciously.

"I sure hope so," agreed Trent.

He then ran back to the house, taking not as much care going in as he had coming out. All the same Jessie hadn't stirred at all from bed. Meaning Trent could slip and fall asleep soon after with a clear conscious an a hopeful heart.

Trent's alarm went off the next morning at eight where he woke from a pleasant dream recalling memories of his last time horsing around. To his initial dismay it looked like Jessie had already gotten up and left for the morning. Thankfully he heard her moving around downstairs meaning that the plan could stay play out. He found her in the kitchen drying some recently washed dishes and then set about buttering her up a little before suggesting the salon. Jessie was reluctant with the work she had to do but offering to pay for the salon and any shopping she wanted to do afterwards swayed her to his thinking.

While Jessie went up up change Trent took the opportunity to text Jo that Jessie had taken the bait and would be leaving soon. When she came downstairs to leave Trent was surprised to see how boldly she was dressed for just getting her hair done and some shopping. She had somehow managed to squeeze her muscled, bulked frame into a strapless red gown. It fit tightly on top which with its plunging neckline meant ample cleavage to draw the eye. This tightness continued to the waist where a lighter fabric more loosely hugged her frame. She had also taken time for makeup and even doing up her hair a little but still acted her my restrained self.

They kissed, he handed her his wallet, they parted, and she promised to be back by one. She left just after nine which started Trent's vigil. For the next half-hour he stayed by the front windows, making sure that he didn't see Jessie returning for something she forgot to bring. Sitting there, waiting, Trent had little else to do than take out his phone and scroll through photos of Clydesdales that a quick internet search brought up. This was the most lead-up time he had ever had before a transformation. Meaning his imagination had more time to wander. Pictures of women riding horses were especially intriguing, leading to a haze of erotic thoughts for Trent he had trouble keeping in order.

This distracted Trent from the business at hand, meaning it took a few missed messages from Jo for him to realize fifty minutes had gone with Jessie nowhere in sight. Gathering himself together as best he could Trent tossed on some running attire then headed out the front door. He checked all around to horizon one last time to ensure Jessie was gone before heading over to Jo's. Her instructions this time telling him to head for the big red barn where she had things specially set up for him.

After circling around the front of the house and onto the stony driveway, Trent crossed over the manicured lawn and garden area where her wealthy clientele must have arrived. There were garages nearby disguised as a row of barns off to one side while the driveway continued to the farm proper. Signs helped mark the way and soon enough Trent was at the two story Gambrel roofed barn's side door Jo had told him to knock at in more recent message to him. But when he knocked the door simply creaked open by itself. As Trent was expected he had no seconds thoughts about stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

Once inside Trent found it all looked rather familiar to him. It took walking in a little deeper to large center area around for him to remember this as the place where he and Jessie wanted a man become a sheep. He saw the bale that he had sat on, the table Jo grabbed her waiting potions from, and the stalls that surrounded it. They were not as well occupied as that night though, with only two in use by the recognizable Clydesdale duo of Inna and Eva. With no sign of Jo or anything else, Trent wandering over to the mares who were kept next together.

"Hi, girls. Have you seen your owner?" Trent asked the horses while petting both their sniffing snouts.

In response Inna sniffed his hands for a treat and Eva just staring plainly back at him.

"She's late. That or I have the wrong place," Trent mused to seemingly just himself.

"Right place. And shame on me, late too," Jo said harshly of herself as her voice catches Trent off guard.

Turning, Trent see's Jo in her typical farm girl attire coming up from the tunnel entrance that linked so many of the buildings together. She looked out of breath with mussed hair she was trying to fix with one hand. In the other was a leather bridle and a crystal vial but unlike those he had previously seen her use. This one was teardrop shaped, with at least three times as much liquid- this one a black, bubbly mixture- contained within. She set this and the bridle down on the table before strolling over to Trent, tucking in her shirt as she did.

"You're not one to run late," Trent commented as he greeted her.

"I'm not. I was distracted and lost track of time, same as you I think. Had to rush over from the stables," Jo explained as she caught her breath.

"Maybe not the same distraction but same result," chuckled Trent.

With her own look mostly fixed, Jo eyed Trent top to bottom and back again. "Don't look very nervous. Good," she noted.

"It's more excitement in me now than nerves. Thanks again for helping with this and doing everything. I appreciate it," Trent said with sincerity. "Can't imagine trusting anyone else for something like this than you."

"I can't imagine anyone else offering something like this but I'm grateful for the sentiment all the same. "Are you quite ready to start, sugar? I can start warming your potion up whenever you're set to go," Jo told him.

"Yeah, I should be good. Are Inna and Eva here for... me?" he asked with embarrassed apprehension.

"Could be. They'll be good company, at any rate, sugar" Jo winked at Trent. She walked back over to the table and the potion there. "I'll get started on getting this ready for you. Shouldn't take more than a few moments."

"No problem," Trent was happy to acknowledge. His eyes followed her to the table where sight of the bridle dredged up recent fantasies about being ridden. "Is that it then? The, uhhh, bridle that keeps me a horse?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Something like that, yes," Jo replied mysteriously. Holding up the vial as always, Jo activated the potion, triggering flashes of dim light within the liquid that left it looking like bottled night sky. This done she returned to Trent who was rocking a not-so-hidden bulge in the front of his shorts. "Here you are. One Clydesdale stallion," announced the witch as she handed it to Trent.

"Thank you," he said, taking the vial carefully and finding it weighed no more than its smaller incarnations. Holding it up himself, Trent finally had to ask, "Why does it look different than the others."

Without missing a beat Jo replied calmly, "Because you want to impress Jessie, right? Want to be the studliest, burliest, fastest, and only stallion in the stables? What to exude an air of allure that causes any around you to find themselves captivated by your mere presence? If so, sugar, than this is what will do it. I fortified it with some things along with adding what I like to call 'inevitable allure' to the mixture. Those unfortified against magic like myself will find you just the peak of the breed along with memories tinged with positive feelings towards you. It may be cheating a little but you'd gladly do that for Jessie, right?" As she spoke she had backed away from Trent, coming to sit on the edge of her table with arms crossed in front of her.

Everything thing the witch was saying played right into Trent's feelings about how to win Jessie over. And while he did find pause with the idea of using magical to direct influence Jessie's mind into liking him, ultimately his need for this to be the solution required. Seeing Trent as such a dominating, virile animal like Jo promised would do the trick. And if not, it would get Jessie close enough for Jo's magic to do the rest. Or that's what he hoped as he made the easy decision.

"You're right. Jessie won't feel any ill effects, right? And it's only while I'm a horse?" Trent wanted to confirm before uncorking.

"She'll remember today as a wonderful day no matter what, I can promise you that. And yes, when you change back you'll be normal old Trent again," promised Jo. "It'll go down easier than it looks," she added about the liquid.

"Sure hope so," Trent agreed. Knowing that waiting wouldn't change his mind, Trent didn't linger long on the decision. He uncorked it, put it to his lips, then tipped it back with eyes closed. The texture was like phlegm with a taste like molasses but it went down quick like Jo had said. Trent shivered top to bottom but made sure to keep his grip tight on the neck on the bottle. "That was a potent one," a giddy Trent remarked.

"Very potent," agreed Jo. She had watched Trent drink it down with immense satisfaction she hid before his eyes opened again. "Mind bringing the bottle back for me, sugar? Not much use to now."

"Course." Trent walked the bottle over to Jo who took it without taking her eyes off the man.

"Thanks, sugar. Effects should set in like they always do, maybe with a few more intense bursts than you're used to. Nothing a man like you can't handle, I'm sure," Jo told Trent kindly. Then her face went from soft to shrewd. And when she spoke again it was the forceful, dominant witch voice that came out, "May I ask you a question, Trent? Before you're too distracted. Would it surprise you to hear these two don't exactly have a horse's true pedigree?"

"True horse's pedigree? What, not purebreds?" Trent asked with passing curiosity as he knelt down to untie his sneakers.

"I'd leave the purebred question for their parents. As for their pedigree, it only started the day I took these two into my care a few months back. Before that these two had different names, appearances, vocabulary, and purposes. Confidentiality contracts don't allow me to give details but both were both recent graduates from college who, rather than spend a gap year or two backpacking they're spending it in my care as a lovely pair of mares," Jo revealed with a tantalizing interest in how Trent reacted.

Hearing this caused Trent, with only one shoe off, to stop and give the horses a second look. Neither gave any semblance of humanity in their movements but he had little reason to doubt her. "Really? So they can, and have always been able, to hear us?"

"Hear? Yes. Understand? That's another matter, sugar. Both requested to be mostly left to their body's natural instincts and impulses. What human awareness there is comes in fleeting moments between simple, sweet bliss. When their time is up they'll change back with only vague memories while otherwise returning to their former level of mental acuity. And they aren't the only ones here with that arrangement. But can you imagine that? Being stuck on the edge of a knife between bestial instincts and reason? With no control save for what any animal would do. You think you could live that life, Trent? As a horse or otherwise?" Jo asked with a raw bluntness that grabbed his attention away from the mares and his second shoe.

"Live like, what, a horse? For a couple years?" Trent asked out of clarity. It's also then he noticed that Jo had let her green skin start to show along with her more aggressive stance. Feeling she wouldn't reply, he answered anyway. "I mean, being a horse was fun, and hot, but leaving Jessie behind for that long? I'm not sure she would-"

"Imagine Jessie isn't even in the picture, sugar. It's just you and the witch you just paid a fortune to make your fantasy come true. Do you take the same plunge as Inna and Eva here? And if so, you dipping in for a couple years or is it a longer affair?" she posed to Trent while finally standing from her seat.

"No Jessie? Just, me and all the time in the world?" stammered Trent as he tried to think of an answer as Jo strode towards him- green skinned, hooked-nosed and all. "I guess? Maybe two years? Four?" he nervously smiled. "Five?"

"Five," Jo repeated with brief consideration. "Well, guess that means I lost that bet," she sighed as she now stood toe-to-toe with an increasingly sweaty Trent.

Confused, Trent asked, "Bet? What are you-?"

"I figured you for a decade at least," huffed Jo.

Confused, Trent went to press her but before he could the unexpected, and very startling, voice of Jessie cackled from above. Trent looked up and saw his wife, still dressed up in red, seated on a hale bale in the loft. "Don't feel bad, Jo. He wanted to say ten," Jessie began before effortlessly climbing down to join the party, "but he wants to appear like he has some self-control so he holds back," she explained with an accuracy that shot through Trent's heart.

"Jessie? Jo? W-W-What's going on?" Trent asked in a quavering voice as he watched the two women embrace then kiss. Confusion was sweeping in just as the sweat and heat of the oncoming change was doing the same.

Lips finally parted, Jo and Jessie enjoyed a few more seconds of each other before turning back to Trent, their arms around the other's waist. "Look at that gawking look on smeared on his face. He really did have no idea, Jess," Jo said to her now revealed lover.

"He's a man with a one track mind. Always one of his flaws," sighed Jessie. "One of many."

"Now, now. Don't get too feisty yet," Jo warned her partner playfully. "Take a few breaths then catch him up on everything. I need to change attire anyway, wouldn't you agree?"

"Mmmm, definitely," Jessie was inclined to agree. "I'll try to give it to him slow and firm, like we talked about," she further reiterated.

"That's what I like to hear. And remember, he already drank it so he's a goner. Don't hold back," said Jo followed by a chewing on her lip as she stared Trent down briefly. Jo then retreated to her table while Jessie stepped to the forefront.

"Hey, Trent. I wanted to talk to you about our relationship," began Jessie with a reasoned tone of voice. Trying to listen was Trent who just then felt a fierce cramping take over both of his hands. Stiffness followed, with swelling and tenderness kicking in. Jessie continued, unconcerned with Trent's transformation, "I feel like we've grown apart over the last few months. You've been acting different. Acting, if I'm honest, not like the man I married. And not like the person I need in my life either. I've fallen out of love with you, Trent, and I don't think we're going to work out long term. I'm inclined to just end it and get it over with rather than drag it out so, you can consider this me officially asking for a divorce."

Trent dropped to his knees right then, gasping as the sensation like someone had just knocked the wind out of him. This didn't slow the steady warping of his hands which was already merging fingers, pushing out bones, and vanishing his nails. Not the most comforting sight to see when your marriage was crumbling around you as it was for Trent. Making matters vexing was not only the sense that the changes were ready to start elsewhere but that his erection had only gotten more pressing in need. It was really all too much for the man to take. Yet it continued in all respects.

"Can't even say anything for yourself? That at a loss or are you just that blindsided right now? You better talk quick because I don't know how much longer you'll be able to, Trent," Jessie urged him dispassionately.

"I made sure his head goes last with that dose. Will keep him verbal as much as can be allowed with this sort of concoction," Jo said to Jessie as she disrobed.

It was a lot to catch his breath and thoughts up while he could actively feel both a tail coming in, hooves forming on his former hands, and a massive, unabated orgasm. Still he managed to cobble together enough sense and air for two questions. "Are you serious? This isn't real, right?" Trent asked out of sheer disbelief that they were perhaps messing with him.

"He thinks we're roleplaying," tittered Jo in the back while Jessie knelt down. When she came up she had Trent by the jaw and had more than enough strength to tug him onto his feet.

"Trent, babe, honey, soon to be ex-husband? I need you to understand that this isn't me fucking around for your fetish or that acting Jo does. I'm seriously breaking up with you. I'm seriously in a relationship with Jo. And you're seriously about to turn into horse on very, very permanent basis," Jo expounded to a helpless Trent. "Because I don't love you anymore. I need a person who has a strong will, character, can be strong with me when they need to and soft when I want it. Jo's that person. You'd rather spend your time as some animal anyway so really, we're both getting what we want. What we need, honestly," she expressed with a genuine sincerity that told Trent she wasn't pretending.

"Jessie, I-" but Trent's attempt at a reply gets interrupted by his orgasm finally erupting. Ripping can be heard as the seam in the back gives way to a small stalk at the base of his spine. The combination made Jo snort with laughter.

"Course his head going last means other parts gotta go first," giggled Jo in the back.

"You're not kidding," Jessie said sounding disappointed.

"I-I-I-I just, I just need a minute to-to-to explain," Trent struggled to day while his shorts revealed more and more of him. Such things has the equine shape and coloring of Trent's cock were clear to see his soaked underwear. Heavily sagging testicles were also soon visible swelling up even as Trent felt them drain. When a stumble caused him to turn, sight of his five inches of tail sagging down over a fattening, spreading ass. "I haven't... changed. Still the m-m-man who loves y-you," but Trent's weak voice was cut off by growling in his bowels and the first horse born thought that reminded him how mare cunts were best. A worrying development.

"Don't try to argue at this point, Trent. I watched you go down this path for weeks now, just unable to help yourself. Even your solution to the problem shows how out of sync we are. Here you thought it was the transformations that were throwing me off, when it was really you," asserted Jessie as she circled Trent. Cramping limbs and swelling mass bring Trent back down to this ground, this time hard on his ass and tail. Jessie continued, "And don't forget I heard what you agreed to in that potion. Trying to use magic to win me over? Is that the best you could think of? Do you even know how low a trick that is?"

"J-Jessie, p-please, I just wanted to-"

"Wanted me to like you so you thought turning into a horse would work. And now that you realize what shit you've stepped in you're hoping I take pity on you. Well, I do pity you, Trent, but not enough to prevent you doing this to yourself," said Jessie with increasing venom. "You're not even truthful with me all of the time, are you? Is there anything you want to come clean about?"

Answering proved difficult for Trent with the greater swelling of all his muscles, bones, organs, and overall mass. Didn't take long for his shirt to feel smaller on his expanding torso with tears forming. His underwear lasted as long as they could but gave way as Trent laid splayed on his back so that now twelve inch long, mottled cock flopped on his belly. This left his baseball sized testicles to also grow in clear view of both women. Splotches of a dark hide were soon showing up on his belly, hips, ass, and back as the transformation accelerated. If Trent was going to speak he'd need to do it soon.

"Didn't... lie to... you," Trent gasped between deep breaths.

"You didn't? Then why isn't this the first time I've seen you turn into a horse before?" Jessie asked as she stood looking down over Trent's head.

"I don't-don't know what you, you, you," but Trent's teeth clenched down hard as the result of bones audibly cracking as they took on greater size. His spine could be seen to follow, stretching the man out beyond human limits. As well as his shirt's since it tore at last, leaving Trent even more exposed.

"Remember that first night you 'filled in' for me, sugar? I may have made a little recording for posterity which found its way into my movie collection the other week when Jessie was over watching things with me," Jo recalled with sinister delight as joined the fun, her attire swapped. "Whoops."

Trent's eyes went wide upon hearing this then looked to Jessie's who's antipathy was focused solely on him. "I-I-I-" Trent's attempted to beg even still.

"Dishonest, weak-willed, submissive, and disappointing. Really, I'm losing a husband but, in the grand scheme of things, I've gained a true love and a new horse to ride," Jessie was pleased to gloat. Then she looked to Jo and asked, "He'll be just like any other animal, right? But still inside?"

"That's the long and short of it," Jo nodded to Jessie before revealing a little more to Trent, "That bridle I grabbed isn't magical, by the way. But don't worry, I gave you a mixture similar to the mares here. Meaning you'll stay a stallion until I give you the antidote. If I give it to you," she corrected, stirring laughter from both women.

It was all coming down on Trent so fast, the changes and the revelations, he barely had time to process one when the other would overtake. Both of his hands were now functioning more or less like hooves with the heavy black thickness weigh down the ends. Not very far behind were Trent's now stretched, bulbous feet. They like his hands and gradually all form limbs were growing at a rate faster than his first time as a horse. Or at least that's how it felt to him. Sprawled as he was on the floor of the barn there was a lot for Jessie and Jo to joke and tease about.

"It looks more vivid than it did in the video," Jessie commented. "Stinkier too," she added, waving the stink from her nose.

"Changes in person are almost more vivid. As for the smell, when they get bigger like this that tends to happen. Nothing his new girlfriends will mind I'm sure," remarked Jo.

The odor Jessie picked up on was a mixture of Trent's sweat, cum, initial hair sprouting, and equine flatulence. None of which Trent had any level of control over. With everything actively elongating he was wobbling around, exerting himself more to keep on his back while it was trying to unbalance him. Watching him wriggling around was a terribly amusing thing to both women who continued to whisper back and forth, giggling at Trent while his body kept getting bigger and bigger.

"Need a little help, sugar?" Jo asked after letting Trent flounder for a few minutes.

Trent's bulging eyes and flush red face were all the answer he could get since he was breathing into lungs that were swelling to fit the enlarged rib cage. Jo appeared to understand all the same.

"Come on, Jess. Let's help get him to his feet. I think his hooves are formed enough to manage," Jo told Jessie as she approached Trent like she would some confused animal.

"Kinda don't wanna touch him but he's just woefully helpless, isn't he?" Jessie agreed reluctantly as she joined her partner in righting Trent.

"S-S-Stop! Don't touch... me," Trent grunted.

The women predictably ignored him, choosing to move to his right side where they pushed his mangled looking limps out of the way so that they could roll him onto his side. From there they both hefted the already five hundred pound Trent up onto his newly formed hooves. Stumbling followed where Trent looked drunk as he stumbled around the space, much to continued delight of Jessie and Jo.

"Funny how they move like newborn foals at this stage," Jo noted as she and Jessie stepped away.

"Isn't hung like a newborn," Jessie added, pointing out Trent's oversized cock and balls.

"He won't be sized like one for much longer either. He'll be a proper big boy. I didn't lie about that facet of that potion," Jo revealed happily. She and Jessie took a moment's to fix each other's dress and hair which just led to the two taking a moment to kiss and whisper sweet nothings to the other. Willingly disregarding Trent's progressing transformation.

With his heart thumping a mile a minute, breath also gasping, both growing in all directions making his skin feel ready to tear like his clothes. Steadily expanding horse hide felt to Trent like the only thing keeping him together. Causing this growth primarily was his skeleton taking on a Clydesdale's heavy build. This could be felt and noticed most in his limbs, pelvis, and shoulders where muscle was packing on. Only place not actively getting bigger was Trent's head and neck. But as fifteen minutes since imbibing came and went his neck was starting to broaden too.

The pelvis changes were very familiar to Trent who had gone through such a similar process with his first transformation. Something about the setting and potion was making this time feel so much more. As his legs returned to that horse stance more, he could feel his ass both growing and shrinking as it bulked out. This also caused his still swelling testicles, now a little bigger than a softball each, to pull up more under. Doing similar to his cock which also managed to feel long as it happened. With a sheath still massing and now several pounds of mottled and ribbed horse cock dangling down it was hard mixing the thrill and hotness of becoming a massive stallion with the reality of being set up and abruptly divorced.

Not helping such thoughts was in the influx of simple-minded horse impulses that were helping things like his balance but also telling him he needed to relieve himself. There was still enough Trent in him to control such things but that was hard to maintain with seemingly everything about him getting bigger by the second. And whenever he caught sight of the two mares watching him with their dull, shallow stares he's reminded of the uncomplicated life and thoughts not far ahead of him. Having Jessie and Jo nearby always laughing didn't do him any favors.

"He just keeps growing, doesn't he?" remarked Jessie. With a particular focus on horse hindquarters he was developing.

"He'll weigh a little over twenty-seven hundred pounds by the time he's done, love. He'll be growing for a while. Nothing you two can't handle though, right?" Jo shouted over to the two mares snorted and whinnied in response.

"I hope they enjoy Trent more than I have in any recent efforts at sex. Maybe wouldn't be here if he could be a stallion in bed without needing a literal potion for it. But I guess if you hadn't been this way, Trent, I wouldn't have met Jo. So I'm not entirely ungrateful," admitted Jessie with pleasure.

"Not at all," said Jo. "You may as well consider Inna and Eva parting gifts of sorts. Since I imagine everything will end up her hands once you're declared missing, it's really the least we can do," Jo said like it was done out of false sympathy.

"And Jo is going to let me break you in and keep you for myself," touted Jessie. "Not that you'll be too hard to tame, right Jo?"

"Promised I'd make him a more docile big lad for you. He'll be smarter than any normal horse, which you'll appreciate. Not any less dumb around a mare in heat though," Jo pointed out with another spurt of laughter.

"That'll be a sight. A lot better than what happened when we were dogs in that store," Jessie brought up, causing her to cringe at the memory.

"Not my... fault," Trent managed to grunt in his defense. He would have said more but gurgling in his ballooning guts made that hard. A feeling of indigestion and heart burn filled Trent's barreled chest while behind a fat, puckered asshole on his rear a different sort of storm was brewing. Escaping farts he could keep quiet but his tail, with dock fully grown and dark brown plume of still growing hairs, fanned the stink out. So when Trent regained enough composure to speak again he stifled it due to Jessie coughing and gagging at the smell.

"That is... pungent," Jessie gasped with her hand over her nose and mouth.

"You'll get used to it working on the ranch more. I just smell our stallion coming along wonderfully," said a proud Jo.

"I can tough it out. Just, just give me a couple minutes," Jessie said while turning away to gather herself. Prompting Jo to stroll nearer to Trent looking very smug.

"Can't even stand the smell of ya anymore, sugar. I think it might truly be over between you two," Jo mocked in a hushed down so just Trent could hear.

"You did... this t-t-t-o me," he huffed at her weakly.

"I helped, sure, but you were the one who drank it, sugar. You were the one agreed to come over that first night. And you wanted to change with Jessie. And you wanted this horse brained idea to work to work and save your marriage but instead you're... getting exactly what you wanted all along I'm sure. I hear it from enough clients to know, sugar. You may hate how it went down but that sting will fade quick. After that it's nothing but that equine you've already had wet dreams about," Jo admonished with a sickly delight.

"Can't be... hap-hap-hap-happen..." gasped Trent before struck by wet, grinding crunch of bone that came as his neck finally started extending. It forced Trent into constantly clenching his teeth to deal with the strain it put on him.

"What was that, sugar? Couldn't hear your question over the sound of you becoming a horse and all," Jo remarked with gleefully.

"You're talking to him like he's one of your clients. And for free. Lucky guy," Jessie made herself say to help get over her nausea.

"People normally pay a lot of money for the pleasure. These two girls certainly did. You get the executive treatment and all it cost you was your marriage, job, humanity, and any shred of dignity you had left," mocked Jo loudly.

"You could tell him that and I bet he'd still end up in the same position, more or less," Jessie said to Jo as she rejoined her with restored composure.

"Didn't take much set up once you decided you wanted better than him. Everything that's happening is for the best. Even for Trent," Jo maintained. Once Jessie had gotten close enough she got her arm around her waist and pulled her in close for yet another passionate kiss.

"Mmmmm, best for everybody," Jo acknowledged between breaths.

The two women made-out openly just some ten feet from where Trent's transformation progressed steadily towards the half-hour mark. His neck had been his most pressing change with it effecting his breathing, balance, and a dull ache that the man worried was his voice dying. Below his shoulders he could really only could feel his still massing growth along with a fullness in both his bowels and balls. All of which kept Trent well occupied with simply staying on four legs.

Soon all the bones south of his skull had gotten large enough. The tingling in the bones moved to his already lively muscles and fat stores, leading to the weight promised by Jo earlier really packing on his frame. Spread over most of it was the brown hide of a horse. Dark chestnut brown hairs had been seen all over but were soon filling in more and more places. Trent's rump, haunches, thighs, and right down his calves were covered in horse hair with the hairs below that coming out longer and a vivid white- furnishings that gave his lower half a near finished sheen.

Underneath Trent's chest and gut filled out with signs of some still growing organs showing against thinner parts of his flesh. Further down between his legs Trent's sheath had been stitching its way up his stomach with the overall length and girth still managing to swell. It was a hefty endowment for any stallion which was matched in scale by the melon sized pair of balls he sported in a leathery back scrotum. In difference circumstances Trent would have loved to have a mirror to ogle his new form in. Alas, he was instead watching his wife and neighbor feel each other up in full view of him.

When Jo and Jessie were finally able to disentangle from each other they checked in on Trent which resulted in just more mocking laughter and pointing.

"I did say he would be the studliest, burliest, and fastest stallion, didn't I?" boasted Jo.

"If anything you undersold it. He's a behemoth," Jessie nodded excitedly. "Will Inna and Eva be able to... handle all of him? Not just what he's packing but all that height and weight? I think I'll need a step ladder to mount him," she wagered.

"Inna and Eva are burly, hearty girls. He'll give them a workout but they'll manage. Both did check off being bred as part of their agreement," Jo divulged. Then she remembered something and turned to Jessie. "Love, would you mind doing me a favor?"

"Course," Jessie agreed effortlessly.

"Back in my on potion's work station there should be two red sugar cubes sitting on top of a stack of books. Could you fetch those for me?" she asked all full of affection.

"Sure. What are they for?" Jessie asked.

"Physically capable as Inna and Eva are for a stud's advances neither is currently in season. These little treats will fix that issue in a hot flash," promised the witch.

"Oooo, that'll drive Trent nuts!" Jessie joyfully predicted as she hurried towards the tunnel.

Once Jessie was far enough away, Jo stalked back over to Trent with a cocksure stride. "That's the idea, isn't it, sugar?" she asked an incapable of answering, red faced and now slightly horse-eared man. "I can see you straining, dear. She's gone now so you can relax and let it out. I know you need to," Jo told him with candor. She reached up to puffed, chubby cheek and stroked him gently right where the changes were seeping in to his face.

She didn't say it but Trent understood clearly enough. He hung his head which his still thickening neck kept at near eye-level for Jo. Then he lifted his tail and relaxed, allowing several backed up pounds of manure to plop out behind him. There was such instant relief to a tension Trent had been dealing with since almost the beginning that he shamefully enjoyed himself. Soon the pile was joined by an equally as needed emptying of the bladder, making a further mess and smell. One that his wider, fatter nose finds no disgust towards.

"Isn't that better, sugar? Doing as horsies do?" asked Jo.

"Feels... good," came the husky, warped words from a tired mouth.

"It would, sugar. Every time you give into an instinct like that it cedes more to that stallion in you. Say so long to your lower half with that little move for example," Jo teased at the same time Trent's tail flicked and hooves readjusted without him thinking to.

It worried him so he tried exerting some control over both resulting in some movement of the legs but none over his tail. Then when he finished emptying himself he stepped away but again, not fully of his accord save for direction. A fact keenly observed as Jo could be heard laughing again.

"You're losing it, sugar. Rapidly too. And I'm so happy to see it," sighed Jo as she finally stepped away from Trent. "You know, when you two moved in, I wasn't very happy I admit. I had wanted that property for a while and after finally turning those blasted Meyer's kids into some easy to ship off cattle I was angry when some rich city-folk swooped in and snatched it up. I was planning to do similar to you as I did to the Meyers up until meeting you both. With Jessie, it was love at first sight. And with you, given your fetish, you would have been easy to trick into such a fate willingly. I may have set you up a few times to make Jessie see you differently but it's nothing that wasn't there already. My stables are where you belong, sugar, and now we get to keep it that way. And with Jess and me a couple, your land became mine just like I wanted from the start. Don't you love it when a plan comes together in the end?"

As he listened, Trent dealt with the transformation reaching his skull. The dark mane that already visibly cresting much of his neck stretched up the back his head and into his scalp. This brought a widening of his head, pushing apart pointed, curved ears that were starting to stick out further anyway. This made the swelling that was already showing on his nose to stretch his face wide. Eyes tugged apart, nostrils too but they got a lot bigger initially. Swelling around the lips and the subtle lines and shaping forward from the cheeks gave Trent a face torn between man and stallion. A moment Jo appeared to revel in.

"That last gasp before the plunge; what a look. And Jess not here to see," Jo opined briefly before a twirl of her green fingers puffs some black and emerald. From which she pulled her cellphone. "I can still capture the moment for her though. Got any last words, sugar? Could be your last," suggested Jo with the camera on her phone recording.

In response it appeared Trent wouldn't be able to say anything as he tensed to one ache or another. Everything from his wider pupils, browning iris's, thicker lashes, fatter teeth, longer tongue, and sensitive nose were making speech difficult. Deeper breath, a longer, thicker neck, and inflexible lips were added hindrances but somehow Trent made it all work for a few seconds just to blurt out, "Heavy," followed by a belch then added, "Very heavy, tell Jess-Jess-JessEEEEEEEIGH!"

Trent's labored whinny squeezed out and spelled the end for his speech capabilities. Something Jo, laughing again, did her best to capture despite a shaky lens. He tried a few more times to just get a word out but with tongue and teeth now fattening to fill a snout now stretching out Trent's face it wasn't going to happen. Tears soon dripped from his eyes, forced out mostly by swelling eyes and the surrounding sockets.

"Tell Jessie what?" asked Jessie herself as she returned, her nose pinched with one hand.

"Not sure, lover. Unless he meant for me to neigh at you too," joked Jo. Ending her recording she met Jessie just off to the side of Trent.

"Doubt it was anything worth saying," Jessie figured with passing interest. "I got those cubes you asked for," she said more readily.

"And so quickly, too. You missed a nice moment but I had my camera. We can watch later, I promise," Jo promised. She then plucked just one of the ruby colored sugar cubes while Jessie did her best to ignore the nearby mess Trent made.

"You forgot one," Jessie pointed out right away.

"I didn't. I thought we could have ourselves another bet featuring our nearly all there stud here. Just go give that cube to whichever mare you think Trent will go for first. I'll take the other one and we'll see what he does. Loser has to..." Jo trailed off as she tried to think of something to wager.

"Clean up that awful mess of his," a sour face Jessie offered promptly.

"Big stakes then! You've got yourself a bet, Jess. Go pick your lady then," Jo invited.

Jessie all but skipped over to the horses, giving Trent only the most fleeting of glances as she passed. In it Trent saw contempt, bitterness, and baggage shed for something more self-assured and brash. And then just like that Jessie was standing in front of the two mares in their stalls with her only concern being winning her bet. Whatever it meant for Trent at this point was just collateral damage.

There was less than five minutes remaining to Trent's transformation. Hide and hair were spreading up his neck after finishing his body off. His mane was coming in thicker now, with the color matching the dark color of his tail. Around his face were splotches of the darker hide with only some very small islands of human skin showing. There wasn't much more of his snout to tug out but his teeth, tongue, and lips were still catching up. This gave the snout time to broaden, allowing his nose to settle where it belonged. Down that snout Trent's vision settled, bringing an end to the dizziness that had plagued him from the start. A bittersweet relief.

Soon more relief would come as the meaty bulk of Trent reached it inevitable size. Like with his legs and tail, control of his new forelegs and neck was not returning. That didn't stop him being very aware of just how big he had gotten. Jessie and Jo had shrunk away gradually this whole time while Inna and Eva were matched in eye level then surpassed. When his body wanted to move he felt his gut, the wobble of his cock, the bouncing of testicles between his legs, and the strength that also lingered now just under the surface. It all evoked powerful feelings, most of which were purely stallion born. Ones that he was barely able to restrain taking over completely.

Struggling for his willpower left Trent unable to look away from Jessie's selection process. Trent's sensitive new horse nose had picked up on the two mare's distinct scents which he had never noticed when human. And while neither smelled quite horny, that was about to change as Jessie made her choice and presented Eva with her sugar cube.

"I'm going with Eva," confirmed Jessie as she watched the mare lick up the cube in a flash.

"Fine by me. Any reason?" asked Jo, herself walking over to give Inna her treat.

"You braided Inna's tail but Eva's is all fluff. Trent always liked my hair down so I bet that's not changed as much as the rest of him has," Jessie ventured to guess.

"Good a hunch as any," agreed Jo. Both mares fed, the two women stepped back to witness those last few physical changes wipe away trace of the old Trent. As they did, Jo was reminded of a tradition of hers. "We should rename him, you know. He won't really be Trent anymore after this, at least not in any recognizable way. I always make sure to give'em new names when clients move in. They want to be treated as animals anyway. Plus you don't want the poor horse to carry around Trent's baggage, do you you?"

A name change hadn't been on Jessie's mind but suggestion she liked. "That's a good idea. Besides, with how he looks now? Big, strong, and impressive at any distance- nothing that matches what the name 'Trent' brings up for me."

"Something more fitting then. He'll be your horse after all so I'll leave the name up to you," Jo told Jessie followed by a peck on the cheek. "While you do, go grab the bridle off the table and slip it on him. Once the transformation is complete that body of his is going to starting coming online with, what'cha'callit, new software to match the hardware," she explained. "I'll tend to the ladies. They'll be riled up too within five or ten minutes."

"Right." Jessie and Jo then split, with Jessie quickly grabbing the bridle and returning while Jo tended to the mares. Returning to Trent Jessie could be heard muttering name ideas under her breath before she ordered him sternly to, "Lower your head." With no resistance Trent obeyed, dropping his head for her. When she reached him she didn't think twice about pulling the bridle over his face and strapping it on. He felt and heard the leather straps tighten, browband over his forehead, crown piece behind his ears, and the noseband that, like all the rest, had to be loosened to be made to fit. "Hmm, big and strong and impressive," she mumbled idly.

Little was left to finish on Trent other than the hairs on his head. These came in under the straps of the bridle, chestnut brown for much of it except for a blaze of white that stretched from nose to between his eyes. When Jessie had at gotten the bridle fit on him properly the last few hairs filled in. So that when she stepped back she beheld for first time as a Clydesdale stallion of near mythical proportions. It was that which brought to mind a perfect name.

"What about Hercules? You think that name works?" Jessie asked Jo.

Jo had gotten bridles on both mares and was opening their stall doors when she heard the question. "Definitely works. Very fitting. So good in fact I'm already forgetting what we used to call him," Jo replied sarcastically.

"Heh, me too, now that you mention it. What about you, Herc? You remember having a different name?" Jo playfully teased the animal.

The horse gave no response while internally Trent felt he was holding on by a thread to his body's self-control. His face is where this conflict was most visible behind his eyes.

"So is the horse in control now? He's not tugging on the reins at all yet," Jessie asked Jo.

"Not entirely yet but very close. A few whiffs and a peek at some mare backside should be all it takes to break him," explained Jo as she led both mares out of their stalls. "How's about you take big Herc over to the far side of the room there and I'll set these two up far apart on this side that our wager is fair as possible."

"How sporting of you," Jessie said giggling.

While the women joked and positioned the horses, Trent was watching in a state not far removed from a bystander. All that strength and virility he had been fawning over before the change now were laying siege to discipline. 'Stupid body, you're still mine! Jessie and Jo aren't going to get away with this. They don't have my number as well as they think,' Trent thought to himself to keep his resilience together. 'Just have to, to, to... oh please, don't do that. Don't turn them around I- ohhhhh.... oh no,' came his derailed thought when Jo turned Inna around before tying her reins off on a post. He then watched the same be done for Eva, whose plume of a tail was flicking curiously.

"There, that should do it. You can drop the reins, Jess. Come over here and we'll see what he does," invited Jo as she stepped off to the side.

"Sure!" Jessie then dropped the reins but before joining Jo she added to whatever was left of her old husband, "Do the right thing by me at least one more time?"

Left with that thought Trent watched Jessie skip off away from him, falling into the waiting arms of Jo. As he watched his nostrils picked up first one and then a second smell which triggered an immediate series of emotions, all from the stallion's side. Both smells didn't take long to grow pungent with mare pheromones. It started his nostrils taking in deeper and deeper whiffs which Trent was unable to slow. His once flaccid and receding cock saw a resurgence and within a few heartbeats was a throbbing, two foot long hunger monster. Trent did try holding it back but soon his hooves were tapping, tail was flicking, and drool was even dripping from the corners of his mouth. The lust was on him.

"Oh wow, he went from zero to hundred real quick," Jessie said of the stallion's impressive arousal.

"I don't think we'll have to wait long to see an outcome here," Jo wagered based on the antsy eagerness Trent's body displayed.

The battle for control was being lost at rapid rate, leaving Trent's mind grasping for anything to hold back. But slowly but surely his legs were moving him forward, edging sometimes towards the right and Inna before going back in Eva's direction. Trent also tried to avoid eye contact with the mare's butts but that also didn't last. He just had to look up and with Inna's tail lifted, her swollen wet mare cunt was presented.

Leathery dark, gaping, and with a flush of inner pink that did wondering to mingle the horny thoughts of both Trent and stallion. Trent was having any of his remaining human lusts remade actively into a horses with only enough wits left over to know he hadn't always dreamed of horse pussy. Making him unable to do much more than slow himself as his body was drawn towards Inna.

"That's it, Herc. Good boy!" encouraged Jo.

"Awww, come on! Eva totally has the hots for you!" insisted Jessie.

In a last ditch effort to hold back the intrusive instincts Trent forced his eyes closed then moved his head in any other direction to see if that would help. However when he opened his eyes his nose had already pointed him towards another suitable target. There was Eva now, plume of a tail lifted just like Inna's. And just like Inna she was swollen and in heat. Still Trent could notice differences, freckles and more hair for Eva, and found himself rapidly developing a new infatuation. It seemed holding out was not going to work.

'I can't. I can't resist this. What am I even trying to do. I, I want it. I want them both,' Trent admitted to myself as he at last reluctantly come to agree with Jo and Jessie's many earlier assessments. He wanted this. Always had. And damn the long term consequences, he just really wanted to mount something.

Submission to instinct and base desire followed as Hercules strode to the forefront. This caused the stallion to trot back a few paces, snort, clop a front hoof then buck up on its hind legs in some showy display of gallant steed. When he came down the floor shook, his presence now well established. So much so that it prompted one of the mares, Eva, to let out a stream of piss which was well coated with her distinct pheromones. That flood of heady scents was all it took to bring Hercules over.

"Yes! Yes! Go Trent! I mean, go Hercules! Show her how it's done!" Jessie cheered.

Jo sighed away her defeat. Any hopes of a last minute change of course for the stallion melted away when she watched him openly lick her soiled backside. "That's that then. Guess I'm on shovel duty," lamented Jo briefly.

"Well he still has to- oh, there he goes. Never mind," Jessie corrected when Hercules moved from tasting to mounting up. Her expectation was for a quick insertion but instead it was repeated thrusts with his cock that always missed the mark. And as a minute came and went it started to look more like a folly. "Looks like he's having trouble," Jessie finally had to say.

"Poor guy. Guess we should lend him a hand? Or two?" suggested Jo, with second question causing palpable lusty look from Jessie.

"That's hot. Let's do that," she agreed readily.

'Come on, come on! Why is this so hard! I want her so bad!' were Trent's screaming internal thoughts. So he was aware of either woman approaching him until he saw them either side of his hips. 'What they doing? Can't they just leave me- ohhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHhh.'

Trent's thoughts melted when first Jessie's and then Jo's had took hold of his cock. Then as his hips bucked forward again as they had been doing, they guided his head right where it belonged. Eva whinnied accordingly while firming up her stance even more.

"That'a boy, Hercules. In you go," announced Jo.

"That's it, fuck your brains out," Jessie giggled.

Both went stepped back then to let nature takes its course. The wet, warm, and tight feel of the mare under him was filled the need Trent had felt since his came over equine. Everything that happened; the ending of his marriage, the mocking words from Jessie and Jo, their setup, and the flaunting of their new love; all over it didn't matter anymore. There was only thrusting, breeding, and doing it all over again. The simplicity was hard to get away from. And left humping the mare looking every part the studly stallion he had used to fantasize about becoming.

Retreating to Jo's table, Jessie just had to stare at the coupling horses. Behind her Jo pulled out a champagne bottle and two fluted glasses. "Coming to final terms?" Jo asked as she used a little magic to pluck the cork out without startling Jessie or the horses.

"Hmm? Oh, no, hun. More like, a weight off my back," Jessie answered wearing a sublime smile.

"And onto Eva's," Jo added. She filled one glass and handed it to Jessie then poured herself one. "And then Inna's. And then back and forth for at least I week."

"Better their backs than mine. They're made for it," Jessie stated with her attention swinging from the horses to Jo. "You're much more my speed and style."

Jo finished pouring her glass, set aside the bottle, and raised for a toast. "To new beginnings and new mounts."

"I'll drink to that," agreed Jessie as she toasted back. They both sipped down half their glasses. Caught up in the moment Jessie raised her own toast. "And to us," she swooned.

"To us," toasted a very agreeable Jo. And when both had drained their glasses they leaned in for a kiss. Which very quickly caught them both up in tight embrace with lips locks and hands groping.

Feet away Trent was given into passion too, with his final ounce of control used to push himself for deep thrust where he promptly orgasmed, unloading his seed with all the simple joy of a content stallion. In doing so he felt his human mind swimming in a euphoric bliss that left him free of his troubles. When that feeling eventually faded the control Trent once had was out of reach. As the stallion dismounted from one mare he could feel the animals lust and instinct drive him. His awareness was there, so was every sense and even every memory, if rather scattered and disjointed.

So nothing stopped him mounting Inna not long after claiming Eva with just as much eagerness. This time he didn't require any help which was good since Jo now had Jessie on her back on the table, fingering her while they continued kissing. Trent got to douse himself in carnal desires once more, this time lasting longer but ending with an even bigger orgasm than before. Judging by the excess dripping from the mare once the stallion dismounted a second breeding session likely wouldn't be needed. Not that it would stop him spending the next several hours bouncing between the two with little abatement of he need to do so until exhaustion set in.

Having had their own fun- some of it spent in the hayloft above making love at the same time horses were mating below- and with their plans mostly seen through, both Jo and Jessie decided to retire to Jo's house and master bedroom for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Not before taking the three Clydesdales out of the heat and stink of the barn and to one of Jo's larger pastures.

It's there, surrounded by the grazing mares he now would share an existence with, Trent had the time and clarity of mind to reflect on what just six hours had done to his life. Everything happened so fast it seemed that it could have been some mad fever dream. The more time passed the more reality set in. The more he thought about all the little signs he had missed that something was different about Jessie and why he had missed or ignored them. And the answer inevitably always was he was thinking more about his desires and feeding a fixation than anything else. An animosity did linger for Jo and the witchcraft she used to undo his marriage and life but it was offset by the knowledge he was ultimately to blame for his current state.

Not that he didn't mind. There in the peaceful bucolic grassy pasture, in the light of the setting sun with a warm breeze blowing through his mane, Trent was at least at peace. Hercules was doing well with his body anyway so far. So Trent was content to sit back and let the stallion have his way for a while. A nice, long while.