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Prologue

He shrugged worn shoulders as he roused himself to wakefulness. It was strangely dark and very cold around him. In addition, he felt a weird thing on his butt-he thought. He squirmed and yawned, unable to move at all-suddenly he came to full attention and almost felt like panicking; his body had been strapped securely to a cold steel chair and there was something thick quite far into his rectum from a hole in the seat of the chair.

The air was oppressive with mildew and he was confused, as he had not seen such a dismal place before in his life. Even his crib and nursery at night was more appealing than this area; it had the look of a high-tech version of a dungeon and there was the smell of machine oil and rusted metal shavings.

Just as he turned his head to look at his bound paws to the arms of the chair, a string popped off of his chest fur and a television set turned on.

For a moment, it was just white noise and a dim image coming into focus, but after that, there was a face which greeted his-a black furless face of a wolf with glossy red marble eyes. A puppet with hypnotic neon blue snailshell cheeks-and it stared at him as if it were alive.

Then!-

The mouth opened and a deep grave voice came from the t.v.

"Hello Jason." It slowly seemed to address.

"Tonight, you will see your most deepest dream come alive whether you want it to or not. The switch under your right paw controls the device in your body. When it is activated, it will grow in size so much that your tailhole will be torn wide open, forever leaving you incontinent in the diapers you love so much for the rest of your life..."

He looked down at the tiny little knob under his fingers and nearly freaked. Why would he push it?!

"If you do not activate the switch in five minutes, a computer hooked to the machine on a timer will send all of your dirty secrets to the internet in the form of spam to every e-mail address on every website. You will get to see how people treat babies like you as you go about your life-everything forever changed like your soiled diapers. Be careful what you wish for, Jason, and choose quickly or the choice will be made for you."

Then the screen died leaving him screaming out for help-for anything, but after a minute of thrashing around and panic, he gave up-resigned to thinking about his two options.

If he pushed the button, it would be painful and he would never have any control of where he went to the bathroom ever again-he'd have to wear diapers out in public under his clothes to keep from shitting his pants. He would be a prisoner to his body and continually embarass himself.

If he waited, everyone in the world would know his secret and he could only guess at what kind of cruel things they would do to a fur who wanted to be in diapers and run his own secret little nursery for his hidden fantasies. His life could become a wreck if everyone he knew saw his odd dreams.

It was maddening as he watched the clock move and his ears bounced lightly with every tick of every second. His time was running out, and his choices amounted to the same thing; he would be a baby-a baby to himself or to everyone else.

Putting on the diaper had been a way for him to destress after work and avoid his worries for a few hours or so; he never wanted it to be his world all times of the day. He just could not decide; the ordeal was ripping him apart and threatened to drive him crazy with fear.

What to do?!

What should I do?!

It ate deeply into him like the teasing rubber device firmly in his ass-mocking him with an overshadowing doom and irony.

He could not choose; it was impossible!

But he had to because if he didn't, the secret would be out.

He tested the restraints; thrashing like a wild animal even as the click noises of the clock drove him madder than a rabid dog. He had to get out-maybe he could loosen the straps...

But as he wrestled with the chair, nothing gave purchase and he slumped down-defeated-trapped into two different life-changing decisions, and both would change how he saw the world forever.

With two minutes, his mind tried to play out the two different situations. Pushing the button would keep his identity safe, but he could not imagine the kind of pain that having a spincter suddenly be stretched wide in a short amount of time could do. It was not something he thought of as pleasant even as his rectum clamped nervously on the wide elongated latex of the dilating dildo.

It would happen so fast that it would rip the muscle-not giving it any time to stretch to accomodate the device. His anus would likely be the width of a small eight inch diameter plate when he thought about how much room there was between his pelvic bones-and it would be permanenty separated. He'd heard that even surgery couldn't fix this issue; that the only option was a colostomy bag out of his abdomen, and he was disgusted by that idea to such an extent that it wasn't an option if he chose to be opened up like a cow being visited by the vet for a calf check-but this vet would be like a giant to the cow.

But, if he let the computer send out all those videos and pictures of him being a messy stinky babyfur and changing himself or sleeping in a crib with stuffed animals...

How would people react to someone who acted so clearly immature? They were polite enough, certainly, but this was something even the furry world did not on a consensus take with tolerance. It was almost on par with cubbie play and few furs wanted to see that kind of stuff even if you held a gun to their head.

His body sweat profusely; matting his hair in wet tangles as he stressed over his choices for the last minute he had, and he was not at all eager to make his decision in the end-hah, in the end; it might come to that.

Maybe the incontinence wouldn't be so bad; he could manage his diet so that he would shit when he expected to-it could be roughly scheduled if he ate at certain times in certain amounts. His personal life being published to the internet though, was almost an inconceivable option. His secret was a secret for good reason.

Still, his mind came back to the pain of what would happen if he activated the machine-he had never experienced any serious pain in his ass before; he stopped insertion of butt plugs and other things when he felt any hint of pain or soreness.

Thirty seconds; he felt so trapped. Just like this machine would turn his future life into a trap-trapped into diapers-trapped into an uncomfortable social life. Everything could change, and yet all the fear floated through his head like a daunting horrid ghost...

Chapter 1

Evan had been prepared for a few rejections at his favorite bar hangout, but he well knew that as a horse, eventually there would be a fine hot piece of ass to take him up on his offer-and he'd yiff the hell out of her back at his place or hers when they got to know each other.

"Hey there sexy." Someone announced from a shady table behind him.

He should have noticed the sexy badgeress earlier as she sipped from a martini glass with blue tinted

liquid inside. Her eyes batted little temptress motions toward him as he almost got hard staring at her bust, and if he did that, he would have a cock erect and big as a baseball bat poking out of his pants.

"Hey, baby. You look good enough to take to eat out, and I don't mean dinner."

She giggled in response, downing her liquor with one gulp-leaving the glass on the table as she came towards him.

"Sure honey, let's hit your place; I got some fun things in my car we can toy with. Ever play doctor?"

He raised his top lip and stomped excitedly a number of times as she led him by his arm out to the parking lot. She went to her blue compact car-taking out a cardboard box-before coming to his orange painted Oldsmobile with the wide pink lettering on the back windshield which said "Harem".

Later at his house, she was dressed as the sexiest thing in her miniskirt nurse outfit wearing gloves over her paws. When she brought out a straitjacket from her box, Evan hesitated and lost a little interest.

"Awww. Doncha wanna be my little pony patient?" She cooed out, glomping defeatedly.

He looked at the restraint device, unsure. As a horse, he did not like restraint of any kind-unless the femme he wanted to mount liked to be the submissive one.

He had to be free, and at the same time, her dripping pussy got his attention as her juice smell wafted to his highly sensitive nostrils.

"I'll ride you while your all snug in your new jacket." She giggled.

Closing his eyes hesitantly, he did as she asked-raising his arms for the sleeves and before he knew it, she had him wrapped in it like a cocoon.

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled her legs-pussy positioned-hovering over his thick equine tool...

And then she dropped her body like a hammer on his Thor-sending him into pleasure for one second and then into pain another as his eyes widened and he squealed out with surprise-something felt like it had bit into his glans with fangs.

When she lifted her nether lips completely from his cock-he stared in fear at the little canister stabbed into the head of his dick. It was some kind of needle.

"That's a tranquilizer dart created for vixen self-protection against rapists. In just seconds, the massive blood flow from your cock will circulate the chemicals all through your body and you will be my prisoner."

He wanted to hurt her alot for doing that to him, but all he could manage was to do crunches with his stomach thanks to the jacket.

Evan did nine or ten crunches trying to get himself up before his cock deflated and sent a massive dose of sedative into his body, whereupon he blacked out with that mean badger face looking back into his stunned eyes.

He awakened to a dripping noise in the distance; his head muddled and confused as little wispy phantoms glowed on on the surface of his eyes. He was on his back, his body naked on a hospital cot-his arms through padded manacles like they use in asylums.

It was cold-very cold; and dark. The air smelled dank and hung heavy with an alkaline taste of rotting copper. Evan had never felt so helpless in his whole life, but he was quickly seeing that he was indeed trapped and he could not escape. He gagged as he felt a thin little tube snaking around the back of his throat and likely going down into his stomach. It annoyed the hell out of him, but it might be keeping him alive, so he didn't mess with it much except to feel it with his tongue a little.

His arms and legs were too weak to break the straps that bound him-and then he stared mystified at something under his hand as he turned his head; a little blue button and sign which told him to press it.

But he hesitated, unsure of what might happen if he did. It could kill him.

But it could release him, he thought. Deep down though, he knew it wouldn't be that easy unless-

He lifted his head to look over his nude shivering brown and white furred body; there were no fresh stitches on his sides, so no one stole his kidneys.

For a long time in the dank world of the incessant constant dripping, he feared pushing the button; afraid of the result. The button scared him even more than being totally helpless. As a horse, too, he did not appreciate surprises.

Finally after a minute of whuffing with a little hyperthermic shock and fear, he decided to push it.

-Click-

"Hello Evan." Remarked a gruff voice playing on a recorded message from some speaker nearby.

"I have watched every conquest you have taken every night. You are the very stereotype and embodiment of yiff itself, but your actions have resulted in making you see females in a skewed derogatory form. You can only see them as toys-as something to play with until you find someone else to have sex with the next visit. You do not have any feelings for them and all you do is look for someone to mate with every pathetic night of your existance..."

The voice left off, allowing the words to sink into his being with a deepening sense of foreboding horror.

"Tonight will be different. You will be given a chance to see how they feel outside of being mounted. No matter what you choose, something will occur which will give you a deeper respect of females than your single-minded desire to yiff and dump mates allowed you to..."

When he heard that, he did not like the way it was said, and yet he strained his ears to hear what else the tormentor had to say in his recording.

"There is a button under your other hand which-if pressed-will lock you into a chastity belt. It cannot be removed for a year, and if you attempt to do so before the time is up, it will castrate you. However, if you do not press the button, you will get to know more about females than you'd appreciate. The tube going down into your stomach is connected to an I.V. bag filled with a liquid which will turn you into a mare. It will happen slow so you get to feel every change to your body over an hours' time. When this recording stops, the I.V. will start; leaving you with thirty minutes to decide before the transformation to your body reaches a stage where the alterations are irreversible. Goodbye, Evan, and choose your path to enlightenment well."

When the recording turned off, Evan tried to bite the tube except it was positioned between his teeth where a bit for a bridle would go-leaving him helpless even in that regard.

And then the dripping came-his ears strained to the noise in panic as he gave a whinny and widened his eyes, pupils narrowing to dots in the dark as his fears were compounded further by the hopeless place he had been interred. This darkened area had the look of an ill-used tomb; silence and mold creeping up his nose in occasional spore clouds.

He snorted loudly-the sound echoing from the walls as he tried to clear his muzzle of debris. It was cold, barely tolerable, and he wished to get out if he could.

Taking another look at his restraints, he realized that there wasn't much of a difference what he did; they weren't autonomous-just leather and cotton padding. Even if he activated the machine that would lock him into the chastity belt, he would still be spread-eagle on the cot freezing and helpless to the fridgid dank air.

And then his eyes focused nervously on the little drips crawling down the tube like drunk crystal slugs-every single one of them stalked down the I.V. right into his body as he became a prisoner. He had thirty minutes; it said thirty minutes.

Looking up, he saw a glowing red numbered clock attached to the ceiling. Respectively, though it said half an hour, that was just a rough estimate-the actual last chance to turn off the i.v. could be anywhere-it was basic biology and chemistry principle.

As that idea took him, he wondered what it would feel like to be transgendered so rapidly. Some furs had done it before, but nobody ever really went into detail about how the chemical process works out.

With every single drop from the plump clear bag suspended by his head, he dare not sleep even though he was tempted to with the hanging lethargy of the tranquilizer.

He also realized that help would not come for him for a long time-he could be in this cot for days before anyone ever found him. With that hope gone, he realized grimly that he would have to accept his fate and think over his choices.

The chastity belt itself sounded very scary. A year without sex of any kind sounded impossible. Evan supposed that he would be able to go to the bathroom somewhat normally, as the person who planned all of this meant for him to live a normal yet chaste life. There was also the matter of the thing in the chastity belt which castrated him-what if he set it off by accident sometime in the future-would that be possible? Did the creator plan for the occasional accidents and bumps to the belt-or whatever it was?

He shook his head-hoping to dislodge the tube or get rid of it somehow; a purely equine response as the drips came down his throat-teasing him with their devious metamorphic properties. He could feel their coolness drip along the slick clear tubing into his stomach.

What would life be like as a mare? He supposed he could turn back into a stallion, but the transgender procedures were expensive-this one he was being forced to undergo had a cost well into millions!

In some ways, the decision had been made for him. After all, he loved life as a stallion. Every moment was cherished with ignorant and horny equine bliss. What was truly worse? To be a promiscuous mare slut, or a celibate stud for not less than three hundred and sixty five frustrated days?

The minutes ticked by, seeming to torture him as he felt a light burning tingling sensation under the skin of his crotch and around his nipples. A heat overtook him; a strange frantic sexual fury to be filled with a thick object.

It was so alien, that feeling, and so he knew what it was-mare estruous. Desire to be fucked hard with a giant phallic thing.

Half of him drooled with passion, and the other shook with fear and tried to fight the restraints with anger and insult.

Ten minutes. Did ten minutes pass him by as he writhed with the strange little melting sensations all over his body and particularly his cock and balls? All exposed to the air, he felt them wither-or did they wither because of the hormone treatment?

It was too strange, he wanted to end it. And yet, he was curious what would happen next. Would his male parts melt into his body or fall off?

Suddenly, he was enthralled to suck on giant stallion cocks while wearing pink frilly panties. It was so tempting and pleasant. The thought wasn't his, but it felt...nice.

Sexy.

He shook his head to clear it; what was he thinking?! No stallion would ever think those things. They were unnatural and slutty. Yet, if he wasn't mistaken, that was how mares thought.

What weird ideas spinning around. He had to end them. He had to stop thinking like some over-fuckified filly and get his head around being masculine; studly; stallion.

As another ten minutes wound down and he drooled and felt the tingle intensify about his loins, he saw his sheathe and balls begin to melt-like a scoop of ice cream-right into his crotch while two hills began to form on his chest and they jiggled.

Soon, it was his stallion thoughts that were unnatural; the crude desire to scream out and impale something with a hard cock, the unsated desire to bite and lick and whinny like some mad equine fool. It was a strange thing to look at; the stallion-the drastic hormonal thoughts to claim something as sexual property at a peak of lustful unyielding need.

Was that how he was? When the hormones balanced themselves out in his body, he began to see things through the calm anestrous eyes of a mare who had no desire for sex. This feeling was strange; aloof. It examined his stallion thoughts with interest and wondered why he had ever acted like some horny fucktarded jackass. These thoughts were dangerous; making him think that the hormones to be a mare were no big deal if his testosterone frenzied thoughts meant only chaos and sexual carnage.

He had to press the button; he might be chaste for a long time, but at least his thoughts were genuinely his own, not some slurry of mare hormonal interests.

Another five minutes; he was close to breaking as he thought about all kinds of nice clothes and jewelry he'd seen in stores right by the bar. There was this interesting silky gold nightie, and jade turtle earrings, and sparkly pink hoof polish. That would look nice next time he...she went on a date.

Yes, that would be fun if she teased all the stallions like a total flirt and maybe found a nice calm stud with a big cock to fuck her pussy. Maybe a black shire with an honest face and who liked to spoil her with roses.

There was just five minutes left to make his...her? choice and all she could think about was finding a fun romantic stallion even as her masculine parts melted away into her body and began to invert-perhaps even to make a womb!

She smiled as the cinnamon warmth of the hormones changed her body, gave her a nice large pair of breasts, and a juicy hole began to dig into her crotch with an elegant slit of flesh.

She looked-pretty-as her form came into shape and permanence, and as she began to fall asleep, all she could think about was trying out her new pussy and seeing what it would be like to have her titties squeezed by an expert masculine pair of hands while she screamed in a slutty way like a desiring inexperienced filly with a burning horny hole and a throbbing clit that wanted to be rubbed almost viciously.