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<"This is perfect for Benjamin!" you say it over and over on the way back to your Fraternity House.

Once in your own room a wicked thought comes to mind. Looking at the bottle of potion you rationalize that Ben might not take the liquid willingly. Then too he might drop or break the bottle making your trick just a forlorn foolish purchase.

Instead you look around for something to hide and also spread the potion into different decanters. A beer can, bottle of Ben's hair gel, Mouthwash, yes perfect he'd use that stuff three times a day!

Delighted with the obvious and perfect place to hide the potion you pour the liquid from green glass bottle into the Plax bottle.

Luckily the potion is clear and mixed with the aqua colored mouthwash.

At the sound of Ben coming into the house your hands become shaky and small dribbles of potion trickle over fingers soaking in or drying in just seconds.

"Oh what the hell, it was to be drunk to work, you'll wash it off soon." so you think as the last of the potion is transferred.

You are about to throw the bottle into a waste basket when on the bottom of the bottle is a small yellow sticker.

"Upon passing the lips One need only touch another not of your kind, then do enjoy the thrills!" so read small lettering the label stuck to the bottle, as you wonder what it really does?

The bottle falls into the basket as Ben with two friends bursts into the bedroom. Three guys are planning a night out on the town as you stand silently by listening to their big plans. Ben goes into the bathroom to whiz and soon that regular sound of gurgling his mouthwash and the dumb burp to follow. As he came out to get a fresh shirt for their night out, Stan and Kevin both take their turns washing hands and each uses the tainted mouthwash too.

You stand idle as now Ben and two other fraternity brothers walk out to meet some sexy delight. "Hey guys!" you call out.

"Hey Ben can I come along?" you asked as the thought of what was to happen with Ben had a chuckling thought for Kevin and Stan.

Ben turns to the others and quickly they agree as the four musketeers head out to watch what that potion named as Can't Get Enough will do. The night is young and four fine, fun friends jolly together toward the Polish Festival, lots of beer, dancing, and a few lovely, willing, dollies to return with for more of a wild night.

The drive to downtown is shortened by the closing off of the main streets for the festival. Ben parks his car where the policeman directs, and the four Musketeers bail out like a barrel of laughing monkeys from the car.

Together walking through the ever denser crowds the four change positions and walk then two by two. It happens then that Stan takes note of someone he knows handling the beer keg wagon. "Hey Tommy," yelled Stan to the driver of four massive Jutland draft horses.

The slow moving wagon slows to a halt, as Stan climbs the large front spokes of the wheel to take a seat next to his friend. Then the three friends walked along, as the beer wagon forced the crowd to spread out of the way from those huge hoofs and tall monster big horses.

"Hello Kevy," Kevin hated to be called that abbreviation of his proper name. This time he seemed not to mind it much, as Angela Francowski, a tall, well built, shapely college graduate walked through the crowd, she giving her puppy some exercise.

"Kevy, I am all alone for supper tonight, would you like to come with me and Suzie here, you joining with us to supper, and I rented a movie for us to watch, you interested?" asked Angela, she with her pet Suzie a hefty big size Rottweiler dog.

To be quite truthful, had she tossed the offer out for more than one of us to go along, we were assured that she was woman enough for one, two, or three for any a night.

Kevin bid us a quick farewell, he walking beside Angela, if had he an inkling thought or known he was going to his doom.

Now it was down to Ben and you, this being what you primarily wanted, and wished to see Ben get to know just how bestial he could sometime become as act. Seated at long picnic tables seating a hundred hungry people to a dinner, Ben sat across from you; as he asked you several times if you were expecting to see somebody in the crowd. You wondered if yet a passing pedestrian might walk their dog and if just by a touching of it that Stan, and/or like most likely Kevin would by petting Suzie would assured that he a stud male then, would with Suzie his female discover a wild night of dogged fornicating.

Suddenly the loud music stops and a very Polish little man steps up to the microphone; he announcing the winners of the special lottery prizes for that night at the festival.

Everybody scrambles to find their numbered tickets. All there wait with bated breath, as all eyes are looking at the stage as the announcer calls out the third place winner.

The prizes there were little more than bobby prizes, but to win something is always a big thrill!

"For third place in the drawing tonight, # 56613, 56613 is the third place winner for tonight." Said the announcer, his Polish accent about obliterating the manner he spoke the winning number.

"Hey, hey, me that's me," Ben leaped up out of his seat, yelling as all began to applaud.

You watch as Ben gets up on stage and stands his six foot two inches towering over the announcer standing beside him. "As third place winner it is our gift to you that for the rest of the festival and paid the lowest minimum wage allowed, you shall officiate as one of the judges to our young 4-H club members showing their farming abilities, all as future farmers." The announcer awards Ben a job he knew little or nothing about, but by winning, the job was one binding to him as required he should show up.

Stan returned to his seat by you, looking rather disgruntled he had to show up at the county fairgrounds to be the judge there for the weekly 4-H kids and their favorite critters.

Your situation waited until almost back to the apartment, when to your amazement out from under a hedge of trimmer bushes charged at you a very curly haired pig. You sidestepped past its charge, and heard then the sound of some kids as if they were looking for the pig. You called out, "The pig is here in the street," and just as you said it, the animal turned and charged again. He slammed you down and his fat curly furry belly did touch the end of your nose.

That touch of possible doom, it came from a pig, and a rare pig as having curly bristles. Your yell brought reinforcements and the squealing animal was roped and dragged back to take his place as part of the festival.

As everyone walked away and left you to your lonesome self there lying in the street; you began having the sensations of sprouting pig bristles from out your skin.

A slow crawl to rise upright and stagger to the apartment, as once inside and having to walk the stairs up two fights of steps, the stress works to cause your toes to change becoming piggy type cloven hooves.

Burning sensations made the belly churn and burn, as having entered the apartment you went into the bathroom to eat half a bottle full of Tums antacid pills. Feeling horrible and as much more than any hornier before in your entire life, you peel off everything you wear to stand naked before the bathroom mirror.

There you stand and watch as for the next three hours your human body becomes like some sort of Goliath of the curly swine breed and a well endowed boar. Agony comes in waves as you watch your male organ burrow up under your furry hide to protrude an inch below where you have a fuzzy navel.

The maleness wells into a long and hefty big pouch that likely holds what such a male pig would have for his masculine male shaft. More unsettling was the manner how swelling testicles did punch out between massive muscular flanks. When you tail erupted outward, it would tickle the big balls as the protruded from your bristly behind. Just like the salesman reiterated about his strange product, the use of it made you horny, and being alone and changing, you felt such a dire sense of lust you began to masturbate. You never did such a thing before, but that want as a need for release built to where you thought if not doing so, you might go stock raving insane.

Stout muscle coated over your normally flabby weak muscular self.

Oddly, the touching of your hands to the smooth muscular body and with the curly bristles getting thicker and denser by each passing minute, you find a sense of delight in changing into the bodily form of a pig. Shoulders narrow inward dragging along the arms to begin their fated turn to become as fore-legs and cloven trotters proper for a large male boar pig.

Leaning on the bathroom counter, your corkscrew shaped male shaft protruded again out its furry bristled sheath. Cloven fore-hoofs and the manner how your arms realigned into legs, works to make any stroking of your piggish big rod, a sheer impossibility.

Eyes about bug from your face and head as the rush of change makes a human skull something retrofitted to act as one of a big pig. Sensations so wild and somewhat delightful come to a halt when as you eye at the mirror, you watch your human ears grow, becoming pointed, bristle coated, and hang down as do a loop-eared swine boar.

The foyer clock down at the entrance to the old apartment house chimes midnight, and you are by then a big boar hog. You are held in an apartment by a locked door and the third floor height that makes escape to rut as an impossible act of near deadly desires.

Horny and wanting to mate with any ole sow, you paced the floor all night. Luckily for you the coming of morning and sunshine pouring in a window does the trick and a pig slowly over the daylight hours, should then change back into a human male.

Acting horny right up to the last hour of sunlight coming in your apartment windows; the learned ability as the act of mouthing your corkscrew pecker has left you with the sheath and its nearly sixteen inches of shaft. That self pleasuring had allowed your piggish teeth to remain almost unchanged, as you now smile people tend to shy away and try not to act as if they notice.

You did go back and ask, inquiring if you could re-infect yourself and become as just such a huge sexy boar? The answer was a clear and precise "NO!"

Had you not locked your apartment door, or just sat on some lawn and watched as your form changed, you would of run back to join other pigs at the fairgrounds, and lived a much shorter, but wildly sexual life as a pig.

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However, Angela and Kevin walked her pet Suzie along the sidewalks, as across the bridge over the cesspool of a river that slurry making its way through the town.

Arriving at what Angela called home, her Japanese styled bungalow set behind the Francowski - Sumner Funeral home. Angela worked for her father, she having her degree as an embalmer, knew the human body from inside and out. When Angela went for a searching to find her house key in a purse made of woven straw and close to the size of a small suitcase, she handed the leash holding Suzie to Kevin.

You later learned of what happened next from Angela being a witness, as Suzie knew not Kevin too well and stood upright, she tall, and hefty as a highly muscular dog, she fawned on Kevin. Her want to know Kevin made for him then the touch of doom.

Almost immediately, Kevin began to pay more attention to the dog than how Angela would wish he did toward her. She remarked that when and after entering the bungalow she called home, did she see him poking his finger into Suzie, stirring and arousing the big doggy to stand with her rump pointed toward him and asking for a male to mount. Dinner was broken up by Angela walking into the kitchen for something and returned to find Kevin on all fours, he with his nose sniffing the rump of Suzie.

Angela likes all types of men, the kinkier the better, she would admit. As much Kevin began fingering the big doggy, he would start some hands on playing with Angela.

The video movie never came out of its sleeve, as Angela coaxed her hot male into a bedroom made for making love. She remembered that in the dim light of the bedroom that Kevin then he began assaulting her had a dark tanned color to his body. Kevin was ruff when he did his thrusting, so much that for as deep as he welled, Angela stopped him, she feeling her need to go into her bathroom and inspect for any possible injuries.

Stunned and enthused by what she saw when she came out of her bathroom, there was Kevin, he lying humping over the back and up the rump of her pet Suzie.

Angela thought it a great time to relax and watch the perverted man rut her dog. As she watched, the skin color of Kevin seemed to match that of the furry hide on Suzie. Coming closer to get a better look at Kevin while he huffed and thrust rather wild-like into Suzie; Angela noted the feet of Kevin were exactly like those on Suzie.

Stunned at then watching, she saw her man for the night radically changing, becoming as he rutted Suzie, Kevin became an ever larger male dog of the Rottweiler breed. A handsome young man made for an equally well endowed male dog. Something about an acclimation phase and Kevin seemed not to mind his changing as actually the transition was slow but progressive enough to change his rear and legs to those of a Rottweiler. Angela knelt down and examined the testicles of Kevin, they became doggish, furry, and a good bit larger than those common on a human, about the size of Kiwi fruits.

Eying the two dogs then as they would remain frolicking together, Angela watched as Kevin changed, his maleness growing red of color, it gaining much added girth, and when his base became a dog stud knot, then Angela had to know what Suzie so very much wanted to enjoy.

Angela mentioned that for two dogs mating it happens in just a few minutes and when the male dog knot softens, they part to clean up using those sensual seeking tongues. This time, the two dogs remained stuck together until after more than an hour of elapsed time it took for the human Kevin to become wholly a Rottweiler dog he seemed as overly enthused to be and wanted to find ways to enjoy.

Angela told of when the two dogs separated, she knelt down by Kevin in his massive muscular dog form, letting him sniff at her and again became aroused.

She wondered of how much Kevin realized how he had so changed of species, as especially when she lying on her bed, Angela on the bottom, Kevin did it to her missionary style, something not done by dogs.

A lapping tongue, lots of doggy drool, and his pointed ten inch long red hot rod having a tennis ball size of a knot, were the things that Angela talked about more than anything else as they had laid there all night long.

You interviewed Angela when after a week had passed and the festival was packed away and the streets swept; but no Kevin returned from his wild night with a sexy woman.

Interviewing Angela you got to meet Suzie, and as much her exceedingly larger friend a male Rottweiler by the name of Kiev. As for you the elixir made only temporary changes to your physical anatomy. Had you found your lifestyle as invigorating as had Kevin, he having sex pleasures with Suzie by day and Angela at night, the potion continued its affects, transforming Kevin permanently as him being a dog.

You had inquired about the elixir and the man who sold it made a comment that burned itself into the lobs of your brain. "A funny thing, that when a person begins morphing, the sensations become heightened, it deriving an increase in libido. Everyone that tries it likes to rut when they are changing form. Many of the muscular and bone shifts happen during the height of sexual functioning and especially just before, during and just after each climax. The customer desires sex, sex creates transformational changes, and that in turn increases the need for sex. Each discovers that they all love to make it happen, some doing it so often they forget and once past a thirty day limitation, once passing that, they remain as they are whatever they touched."

You remember how horny your feelings, but luckily for your future, you had to stop from lack of willing females.

Kevin you had playfully doomed to be then as a Rottweiler dog, and without proper papers he never became a prize winning mutt. Yet with Angela and Suzie around, he kept quite busy, and often licking at a pecker with a hard callused at the end.

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Ben the week long judge of a panel of judges for the 4-H exhibit, did wander off to the fair grounds, if to get an eye, ear full as what he would need to be a judge the next day.

Most of the animals in the bug barns had crunched down to lie there half asleep but listening. As Ben did walk the three main aisles of the barn and between the many animal pens, he could hear some odd sounds; as if someone was moaning and hurt.

Concerned for anyone in pain, Ben likely dashed up and down the stalls, checking in each of the hundred or so there in that barn. One checking done, he bumped into a night watchman, and showing the papers of his placement as a 4-H judge on the morrow, he asked the security man to help him look for who might be hurt as he had heard them moaning.

Later, after what did happen to Ben he told me of his vague memories of a few weeks in hell.

The interview with that night watchman proved enlightening as well, he made a report of the incident and of a missing judge who never showed up to handle his judging duties. Ben remembered the beginning of his early stages. As he checked a second time about the many stalls for someone hurt or injured; he rather expected that they would want to be found.

Checking in a pen where a small group of goats stood huddled together in one far corner; as nearest to the aisle one big goat lay all stretched lengthwise, nestled into the cedar shavings the fair used as bedding.

He then heard a soft rather seductive sort of moan.

Ben leaped the pen fence and began digging around in the foot thick bedding of that pen. His hand bumped something, then his other hand touched something lying covered by the shavings, and as well directly under the big goat.

Instantly he thought it might be a youngster that fell into the pen and the big male goat was defending his herd from harm. Ben grabbed at the head of the goat, struggling with him to stand up and allow the person under him to get up and get out of the pen.

Humorously surprised, Ben remembers that when the big goat stood up, as attached to his very erect maleness was the naked body of a college coed we knew as Melissa.

Moaning and embarrassed beyond speaking words, Melissa hung suspended upon the stout erection of that male goat. Ben sat by her, knowing that it would be the softening of the goat shaft embedded so long, so deep, and of such girth, that it would take some time before Melissa would fall free.

Ben remained quiet to keep the embarrassing situation of Melissa from becoming a newspaper story of bestial debauchery. he held her hand and sat quiet as Melissa tried to work her hands at forcing the goat to relax his grip to her...

The touching of that goat by Ben set the elixir into motion, the first to show a change in species was as on the others, Ben got the shaggy maleness of a Boer breed of goat.

He sat there feeling uncomfortable, and as the waves of change raked over his body, he became incensed with smelling of both the goat shaft and where he had it stuck. Melissa took note of how Ben changed in his normally calm and very moral thinking demeanor; becoming as much like the big Boer buck goat, until he began sprouting horns from his forehead.

Melissa was of her own nature and known to love animals, mostly male animals, she could stand there watching a male animal and licking her lips with feelings of some anticipation. Ben said he noticed first how Melissa was licking her lips and eying him as if he was her next sexual conquest. The situation changed hands when the big buck did finally soften his grip in Melissa and she slid off his shaft with the slithering style of a snake coming out a hole in the ground. Ben remembered quite frankly how he saw it happen, and stuck the end to his changing nose, soon to be a goat muzzle, and poked it in and between two slender limbs.

Melissa lay very quiet, her eyes wide with disbelief of seeing a fellow classmate changing into an exact duplicate of the buck she just had a... friendly relationship.

Ben lost track of what happened after that, his mind awakening a various times, when he first thrust in, and as he humped over the back of Melissa, and when they were both so thrilled she noosed a rope about his strong neck and did coax her buck into cab of her Dodge truck.

Again Ben had lapses in remembering what he was and did for what seemed almost an eternity. His moral and religious teachings by strict parents and a proper rearing caused even a crude minded big buck to feel leery of doing what Melissa would try and get him to enjoy.

What in the essence of time was three weeks of many wild sexual pleasured frolicking matings, the neighbors heard noises, moaning, a few screams and the bleating of a goat from in the rented rural house where Melissa resided.

The police came and animal control took Ben from his happy home. Melissa had to pay a big fine for keeping a farm animal where local zoning ordinances made it a crime. Penned, and luckily for his last full week before he would of spent a month as a goat in constant sexual heightened delights, did he begin again to change one night. He changed enough to let himself out of his pen, running off into the night.

The reformation of a young man to being human from spending a demoralizing 3 weeks time, he as a willingly lurid, male buck goat; as from it made for some horrifying memories. Changing slowly over the course of three days and four long nights, Ben arrived at our apartment, mostly naked, partially still cloaked in shaggy goat hair, and having yellow eye pupils seen by any other human.

Two weeks after that morning when Ben returned to being like us who are human, he went to Melissa and asked for her hand in marriage. Two of our musketeer friends never returned from that foolish prank. Stan, sense and for the foreseeable future years is having a fun time as the prime Jutland stallion stud residing at the Killingsworth stables near the west end of the county.

Stan was the first to break away from our group, he getting a ride on the beer wagon drawn by four beautiful big Jutland Danish bred horses.

At the unloading ceremony, Stan offered to help hold the horse from making and unnecessary moving as the kegs were lifted off the wagon by a crane.

Holding the Jutland breed of horse by the halter, the hairy cheek of one lust loving mare draft horse did touch ans stroke the hand of Stan.

A host of strange sensations invaded Stan, he felt his nose twitch, and how he could smell and sense the mare he stood near felt her first signs of going into estrus.

The unloading finished and a sick looking Stan rode back to the brewery where he dismounted the wagon. Sick to his stomach, Stan stumbled into the stables, and there fell face down into the soiled straw of a stall. As from busy times about the brewery, and Stan was not missed by his friend, he thought Stan feeling ill, had walked home.

Stan did not go home, but lay passed into the black void, his body infected from the touch of that Jutland mare. As he lay there passed out cold, his body changed, legs became as hind like legging, feet grew much longer, and human toes melted into a single, solid toe, and hoof on each leg. For Stan, laid there out cold the sensation of being horny and wanting of sexual pleasures never really began. He changed in a calm and orderly fashion, his clothing ripping away as the torso lengthened, swelling and rib cage increased to something sizable. Maybe Stan had dreams of his being a stallion Jutland horse, but something in the elixir kept all of us who changed, from exceeding the size of animal relatively close to the same weight we were when human.

Stan was a line backer for the football team in high school and as well in college days. He weighed about 225 lbs. when standing on the gym scale and butt naked. His being of such weight and according to having touched an animal several times his size and weight, he awoke to finding himself as a Jutland colt, and young enough to wean.

When the horses came back to the barn, the one mare who liked Stan, let the colt lip nibble at her teats, the sucking out of what little milk she made, made for more, more, more and more.

Days and weeks passed as Stan, obviously excited about his new self, did wean and stood trying hard to masturbate, if only to walk all around the farm pasture with his horse sized pecker out in a stiffened state of an erection.

Maybe it was the weaning, as Stan would when with a special girl for a night liked to nipple suck. His horny horse self would likely find the nursing on a teat as something extra sensual. Likely too, the way he could walk everywhere and let his erection waggle and flagging side to side, might have offered him the thrill daily to keep growing and ultimately he joined the stable as a yearling colt, bred with the plan in time for him to be the prime Jutland stud.

Sadly somewhat, but two of the friendly four musketeers never returned home from their night at the festival.

You admit that for their families and various caring friends, the loss of Stan and Kevin were a real heart jerker. Jerking they did a lot, Kevin daily and nightly he would jerk off with either Suzie his doggish mate, or on Angela, his owner, master, and mistress.

Stan, a year after he had the consignment of being a yearling colt, did begin his jerking sessions, well able then to masturbate equine stallion style, and allowed to work on his technique, mating with donkey jennets to make some mules for the Amish farms in the county.

You learned of where Stan went and you visited the farm where Stan resided, meeting him you used his human name and he responded to it, seemingly content and happy to get up everything he had or could become as when human.

You were looking at him and of what he is and does, as had you touched a pony or horse too, the being permanently as some stallion and stud horse would be worth selling your soul.

Stan became a blue ribbon winner at every county fair and the state fair, as too has filled his stud book to overflowing with owners of horses that they want Stan to grant some of his excellent equine conformations.

Then to about Kevin, dearest friend, remains in his life of doggy debauchery, a stud male Rottweiler dog, as his owner loans her lover-boyfriend and dog out for sire duties. She lets Kevin or Kiev as he is referred to now by name, he has Suzie to practice his doggy mounting and thrusting techniques. His other duties around home are not voiced openly, but whether by day or night, Kevin is honing in on somebody.

A prank it was, but for two it became a genesis and revelation, we who remain as human shall remember well!>