The Strap
Never trust talking animals...
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Jake's arms ached as he tried to lift another bale of hay, but his scrawny city boy muscles just weren't cutting it. When he dropped it on the ground, he furiously kicked it and paced around his grand-dad's barn. "What the hell!" Planting his butt on the hay bale, he tried to let his agitation fade away before he would try again. But the horse in the stall behind him had other plans. Leaning in, it nudged Jake on the shoulder.
Jake couldn't help but smile, "Hey!" Then the horse did it again, "Hey! Ha ha!"
"The strap..."
Jake suddenly freaked, tripping over his own crap and mud caked boots to get away from the horse. "Did you...did you just talk!?"
The mahogany colored stallion nodded his head, speaking telepathically, "The strap..."
Jake felt really crazy talking to a horse but he had to ask, "What strap?"
"The strap that is hanging in the kitchen. Its gifted...it will make you strong."
"What do you mean gifted... how strong?" Jake's curiosity was peaked.
"As strong as me..." The stallion then looked around at all the other horses, "...as strong as them."
"Who are you?"
For the longest time, the horse remained silent except for a few whinnies, tossing its head towards the stable door. "Ok! Ok! I'll get the strap!" Running out of the stables, Jake dashed towards the farm house. By the time he got there, he was tired and out of breath.
"What's the matter, city human? Tired already? I've seen farm boys run five times the distance you ran before having to catch a breath..."
Jake blinked, "Wow, what an ass...this better be worth it!" Walking into the house and slamming the wooden door behind him, he ran over to the nail in the wall with the huge leather strap and a buckle and grabbed it. "What do I do with it?"
"Bring it here!"
Without a second thought, almost like he was being compelled, Jake ran back to the stables. When he stood before the stallion again, he asked, "Now what?"
"Put it on your leg. It has to be touching the flesh."
Jake rolled the pant leg of his jeans up. When he could see his almost tone less thigh, he wrapped the strap around it and made sure it was tight. He lowered his pant leg and stared at the horse. "I don't feel any different..."
"You can't rush these things...go take a nap."
"Oh...ok..." Jake watched the horse as he slowly made his way out of the stables.
Flapping his lips, the horse said to himself, "What a dumb kid..."
The young farm hand was tired when he got to his room in the attic at the top of the house. Kicking off his boots, he flopped down onto his tiny little bed, his steamy, sweat covered feet hanging off the end. He groaned as he closed his eyes, stretching his arms over his head. For some reason even though he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. He rolled over. And then he rolled over again. Grunting, he reached to fondle his cock in his mess of pubic hair but when he went to reach for it, he jumped. Pulling up his shirt, he saw two hard lumps that looked like abs at the bottom of his stomach.
A sharp pain hit Jake and he curled up on his bed. It felt like a massive cramp in his chest. Taking a deep breath, he groaned, "Crap! What's happening?" His body jerked and he was forced to sprawl out on his bed. A burning sensation passed over his skin until suddenly his muscles started to throb. Panting, Jake felt restrained as every muscle in his arm twitched and spasm. He couldn't lift them because it was like he had just done a serious workout. "Oh man...oh man!" Looking down between his legs, he saw himself getting hard, but as his seven inch cock started to strain against his boxers and his jeans, the button snapped off and there was a loud rip. Jake stared awestruck at the longer, thicker monster now flopping out between his legs, not minding his leg muscles as big tears appeared in his jeans.
He struggled to move, but there was no moving. Every muscle in Jake's body was strained, even the massive bulges at the top of his shoulders. He felt like the hulk, much of his clothes ruined, no longer fitting him. "I... I can't move my body!" Normally panic would have set in, but Jake was too tired for that. As his breathing slowly decreased, he closed his eyes, hoping things would be better when he woke up...
The next day, as Jake lifted the hay bales with ease, the horse who told him about the strap stared at him, "How do you feel?"
With a big grin, Jake lifted the next hay bale, "I feel great! Amazing!" With an easy shove he sent the hay bale flying into the pile. He did lift his arm, taking a strong whiff of himself, "I do really stink though. And I'm having a little trouble keeping myself...well... you know..." He pointed down at the bulge in his jeans. They were the biggest pair he had and his now increasingly big dick and balls looked he was carrying a couple of pears in his crotch.
"Well there's always a price to pay..."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm sure if you take a cold shower you'll be fine."
"Oh! Ha ha, right!"
Later that night, Jake did as the stallion suggested, although the leather strap around his thigh seemed jammed and wouldn't come off. Despite how cold the water was, his shower felt amazing on his throbbing new muscles and his aching cock. For one of the few times that day, his ten inch long, three inch thick uncut cock finally went down, though it still looked hung. With a loud sigh, he reached to turn off the shower and got out to dry himself off. Staring at his wet self in the mirror, he flex his muscles, "Oh yeah...I can't wait to show these...AH...AH!"
Jake grabbed his head when his hears made a slurping sound, shifting back and forth from pointy to round while his teeth bulked almost three times in size. Gazing at himself again, he held his hands in front of them as his fingers cracked. In horror, he watched as they merged together, his skin hardened until they were round and horse shoe shaped. "No...no...you damn horse...N...NNNNEEEE HEE HEEE HEEE!" Jake supported himself on the bathroom sink as his body contorted, his bones cracking and popping in places. He watched in dismay as the foreskin on his cock rolled back, forming a ring at the base of his meaty shaft as a thick sheath formed a few inches beneath it.
Making his way down the stairs, Jake almost tumbled as his toes merged together, hardening just like his hands, clopping loudly on the wooden surface beneath him. While he could only shout out loud horse calls, he thought to himself, "I have to get out! I have to get out before I get trapped in the house!" Forcing his way through the screen door, Jake fell to the ground, writhing in the dust on the road. Jaw cracking, he cried out as his face expanded, his ass cheeks spreading apart behind him. He felt like he was being torn in all four directions. By the time he even managed to get to all fours, Jake was flapping his big horse lips, breathing warm breaths into the cold night air. Feeling his toned abdomen bulging, there was a sudden flash of light in the windows of the horse stables.
Jake lifted his new hooves to his face once again. This time he had to turn his head to see them better. He whinnied pitifully as he watched a brown pelt of horse fur spreading all along his body as his shoulders and hips popped, his knees and elbows repositioning themselves. And then he saw them, the two sets of pale toes, sinking into the dirt beneath them. As Jake rose to his high stallion height, he saw the man with long reddish brown hair and a muscular build, his body flawless. He wiggled his fingers and his toes. Looking up at Jake the horse, he grinned, "You know you're really going to miss these..." As the handsome man tossed his long locks back, "And I'm really going to love a haircut. A hundred some odd years of all that hair flopping about...GAH!" Jake whinnied lightly, noticing his own thick mane smacking against his bulging neck.
Jake couldn't help himself but be led into the stables by the young looking man. As the gate was shut and Jake stuck his long neck out of the viewing window, the man gave his name, "My names Joshua by the way, if you're thinking of who to get revenge on over the next few hundred years... see you around, Jake."
The new stallion neighed and rose up on his powerful legs, calling after the jerk who had tricked him into becoming a horse! He wandered into the house and the last time Jake saw him, he was walking out, wearing a brand new set of clothes. Again and again Jake tried to call for help, but only loud horse sounds came out. He did it for hours until finally he saw the lights of his grandfather's truck; he was finally home from his business. "Jake? Jake?" The old man wandered into the stables, seeing the door open. "What is this? God damn it! Who took my horse!?"
Years had passed since Jake had become a full, pride filled stallion. Frankly, he actually liked it. There was no school. No works...well, none that he couldn't handle. After his grandfather had died, Jake actually ended up as a show horse, and he loved the attention. He was powerful, fast, virile...everything he had wanted in the first place when he put that strap on. And Jake didn't have to wait a hundred years. When his new, young rider found that old strap, "DON'T... put that on...!"