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Dr. Amos Phials is the name, and during the past forty years of servicing humanity, there is one person that stands out from the crowd. Bob a patient since his birth is one exceptional individual. He has many attributes the best of which is his photographic mind. Unlike most people, Bob hears or reads something and can later recall it verbatim. It is because he has a gift that what he tells as his story bears extreme credibility. What began as if a simple physical examination for a marriage license became instead his living a situation that goes beyond all logical and scientific understanding! This is his story of a young man deformed by powers inexplicable in modern times.

At the age of eighteen, Bob traveled with his parents to visit relatives living at or near the small town by the name of Bundy, it in south-central Minnesota. While there, he had a life changing experience that brought his high school senior sporting awards to a halt. Physically deformed changed in more than his outlook on life, he became instead quite serious about school and of his scholastic achievements.

As told by Bob, he began tell a scene-by-scene account of what all happened that fateful day. Bundy, Minnesota is a very small town built at some insignificant crossroad in the middle of nowhere. A Place surrounded by flat pasture land in every direction, the town made up by five houses, a church, and directly across the main road set of all things a pig farm. To him this was a place of complete boredom, and bad as that, it became worse when the breeze changed direction and the stink of pigs nearly ceased his ability to breathe. Bob, like most that prefer being a city dweller. He prefers city living after the experience of his for three days and two long hot nights while having hand to come along with his parents visiting. Although he had requested to remain at home, his parents insisted he needed to come along after the last time they trusted him to stay home alone. Experienced, his parents knew enough about their eighteen-year old son not to trust him at staying at home; Bob admits he was renowned for getting into mischief.

Reluctant as well forced to come along, they went with his father driving, the three of them traveled from Pennsylvania to visit with an elderly relative, he the minister for the church there at Bundy.

Exceedingly bored by the manners of those there that they came to visit, the relative, people from the old school era, felt children should be see and not heard! Once the greetings ceased and conversations began, they expected of Bob to sit with hands folded and wait like a dog for the beckoning of his master.

He felt unappreciated, so after a petite luncheon Bob decided to take a walk. To walk there in Minnesota farmland Bob soon discovered it as flat in every direction. Therefore, as Bob walked he found walking along a gravel road in such flat countryside to be both hot and boring too! When after he had walked more than a mile or so until coming to a crossroad that came from nowhere and continued into the distance to some more nowhere.

Chance had nothing to do with what happened then, as in a farming community the news people visiting with relatives travels fast. About ready to give up and walk back to Bundy when from out in the heat waves rising off the gravel road, he saw a horse and rider coming toward him.

Seeing he was not so alone, he stood and waited for the rider to come closer. If just a fond hope the person would be friendly, Bob thought of at least someone to converse with other than the stuffy relatives.

He had seen only ponies at pony rides and the occasional police mount at the county fairs, but this horse stood taller, and its rider looked equally as tall sitting in the saddle. Wishing to gain a friend, he extended an arm high above his head and began to wave in hope the rider would stop and talk with him. The closer they came the more thrilled and delighted was Bob as he saw then the rider to be a slender, blonde haired young woman. She seemed eager too of meeting him or maybe somebody along the road, and returned the wave with her excited waving back to Bob.

She called a friendly hello as did Bob return the greeting with a simple "Hi there!"

She said her name bluntly as Karen, she announcing of her age as twenty, the daughter of her mother, and with a disgruntled tone said as much she being the forgotten child of a no-good cowardly father. If blunt she acted quite friendly toward Bob, her hurt was apparent even to someone her younger. Friendly and grumbling all at the same time, she spoke harshly about too many rude people, spreading talk and rumors about what they knew little about or what was true.

Bob told her of why he was there and from where he came. He had disgusted words about the physical openness all around him as something beyond the word of boring; he wished he could find something more interesting.

Trying to befriend Bob, Karen reminded him he was not at home and for him to wander out into the heat, and he being without any water or drink was dangerous. She offered Bob a drink to chug from two water bottles she had with her in the saddlebags. Thirsts quenched, she offered to take Bob for a ride on her horse.

Nothing to lose and only able to gain, Bob liked conversing with her about something other than past events, or of people he never knew existed. She talked mostly about her horse, it a undeniable male, and she loving him as much as the stallion like to press his nostrils into her ample breasts. The animal sniffed deeply at her breasts, he seemed to like her sweaty scent, it aroused from him something Bob never saw or thought about what a horse has when aroused.

Karen admitted she too felt bored and was out for a ride to find a possible temporary distraction of the male variety. They laughed, and then after a couple of failed hoisted tries to get up and mounted, once Bob sat then seated behind her, he delighted when she suggested he put his arms around her middle and hang on.

The bouncing rump of a horse at trot is not a comfortable place for a city boy. Bob never rode a horse and while this young woman grew-up living with and riding horses, she laughed at what Bob said as an unbelievable jostling way to travel.

Not knowing where she was taking him; when they arrived at a farm likened to so many others, Bob was ready to get off his bony bumpy ride. While Karen put her sweaty mount in a corral to cool down and drink his fill of refreshing water, she kept watching Bob as he did of her. She saw him try to get comfortable lying leaning against an old Maple tree, he relaxing in its shade and occasionally trying to hide his rubbing of a sore butt.

He sighed, and Karen heard it, she thought of him to be another like her, someone like her mother said about her, a person very promiscuous! Later as to allure Bob to do whatever she might ask, told him of her protective mother so often warning her about men and they with their passions would do her daughter great harm. Karen admitted to Bob that she liked that kind of a man, she willing to letting them do to her what they wished. She stunned Bob by admitting her open wanton desire to feel sensual, liking to toy and fondle with..., or even bedded down to enjoy what new lurid fun a male friend had for making whoopy.

Acting so lighthearted then Karen she offered to show Bob around the farm beginning with the house, to this he agreed. He liked her and she saw it, she the best-looking girl he had seen in two miserable weeks. She giving the grand tour, so noted, admitting her mother not being at home but at work during the day, she boldly asked him if he would like to see her bedroom.

Bob agreed, he walking along following her had a problem keeping his blue jeans from showing a rising tent just under his zipper. Once they entered into the spacious bedroom, he looked around seeing it painted all pure white, even the four-posted bed, it topped with a pink flowery canopy. As he gawked at it all, there on one wall, a cork board and on it pinned were a couple dozen red and blue ribbons for "4-H club" awards in horseback riding competitions. Looking at the surroundings, Bob stood stunned by his host as she peeled off her jeans in front of him, while doing her best to be alluring, she walked around her bedroom in a blouse and silk panties. She wanted him to feel eager if an uncomfortable question arouse about being around a aroused horny female.

She watched her prey closely, and notating his occasional hand brushing at the tented front to his jeans, this made her smile. An alluring smile did more to reinforce his discomfort and build in him some of his own lusty fantasized urges. When she thought he was about ready to bust, she pulled on over her legs a pair of exceedingly tight hot pants, and then taking Bob by the hand led him along with her out of the house. Together, hand in hand, she took Bob to the barn where there she had him stand and watch as she prepared a special sort of entertainment for him.

Karen went to one stall, took hold of the haltered horse, and led it to a large box stall, its high set plank walls as high as the withers of the horse. She then told Bob to climb up a ladder and sit up in the very warm hayloft. She pointing to where she wanted Bob to go and sit or wait, a place he discovered had a complete view of the large stall directly below.

He ignorant to her plans, Bob asked of nothing as he climbing up the wall-mounted ladder, and cautiously made his way over to where he found some hay bales arranged and covered with two large blankets. Obviously, the loft there was some sort of love making place Karen used often for her entertaining of male companions. He was not ignorant of the ways of women trying to act alluring while knowing his male urges, if she did as he hoped, then the afternoon need not be boring at all!

Bob sat Indian style with his legs criss-crossed as he waited and watched with interest, he looking down on Karen as she talked to the horse, it named Rachel. A common brown colored horse, black mane and tail, it walked obediently along and into the stall below where suddenly the horse became quite excited.

Intent with interest as of what Karen had planned, Bob sat close to the edge, looking down he saw how the horse, a mare in the stall continued to flick her tail, acting excited as if feeling some eager anticipation for something more to happen.

A true city boy watched as the horse danced and pranced in the stall, while Karen kept a watchful eye up at Bob he doing as she asked, seated and in the proper position, as she went to get another horse. Karen returned leading another horse, this one not quite as tall as was the first horse. Bob peered down seeing that this horse prancing along the open main aisle, a definitely male horse, had too its maleness swinging and slapping his broad thighs, offering a sense of empathy between the stallion and Bob.

He figured Karen was arranging for him a bit of beastly action, the mating ritual of two horses. If this were just that, a sex show, he knew she would not have made such an insisted fuss about him going up into the loft, and of him finding her nest. Impatient for her to come and join him, Bob unsnapped his jeans for quick removal and fast action.

As Karen released the smaller stallion into the box stall, she slammed the door shut and using the bolt locked the door. The stallion saw the mare and began snorting and he too prancing a high stepping dance for his mare lover. Bob watched the horses, he interested, but noted too as Karen climbed up the ladder she coming to the loft. As she came closer to him, he looked back at the horse and pony frolicking; he saw something that made no sense to him.

Asking of Karen about the show and stall below, he wanted to know what significance the letters of "G" and "D" painted in different colors on at least the three walls there in the stall.

As Karen joined him and once seated beside him she answered his question. Karen stated that to some people who saw the large letters painted on the inside walls of the stall meant something damning, like then, "God Damned!" However, the real meaning came from how she made use of the stall; it was for "Growth" and "Develop." That really confused Bob, and so as not to cause an argument with this pretty distraction from boredom, he decided not to ask anything more but just watch with her the action below in the stall.

One excited mare stood waiting, shivering, obviously filled with eager anticipations, similar to how the smaller stallion acted, but he snorting and trying to stand as upright and tall as he could. Sadly, the shorter stud could not stand tall enough to reach his hopeful and lusty objective. Karen laughed as she watched the pony had its terrible time wanting to breed but incapable due to his lack of height.

Before Bob could ask more about the scene going on below, Karen commented about it being unkind to both animals. That said, she reached a hand under the blanket they sat upon, and digging around under it she found then what she wanted. Taking it then in her hand, it a shiny black stone shaped into a perfect cube about four inches square. Holding the stone up to near the face of Bob as if she wanted him to look at it closely, she told him the stone and the stall had in them something magical.

Bob thought Karen was suckering him into a joke, so he went along and acted as if impressed. She knew from past times there in her loft that other men thought she was joking too. She knew how to change a mind and the attitude simply by showing of what power was of the stone. Karen stood up, she inched carefully toward the dangerous edge and held the stone out over the stall and two frolicking animals below and commanded aloud, "May you both there below be equal to the task!"

Bob inched closer to the edge as he watched, seeing as she held the stone in her fingers and with an outstretched arm keeping it at a distance from her body. It began emitting then a droning humming tone. This made Bob take more intent an interest on the two nervous clomping horses down below in the stall. To his amazement, the pony stallion began to grow larger, taller too. The large mare seemed as well to be changing, she becoming maybe smaller, but acting just as horny; the two of them became equal to the task of mating. A few minutes of this and Karen ceased her reach out over the stall, cupping her hand around the black cube; she said then, "Enough now get to it!" Enough indeed, as Bob leaned out over the edge and looking below, the pony stallion had found his mark, and the two animals were equal then of height and size. Seeing this and the stallion pony although busy, lifted his head and cocking it he looked up at Karen and Bob, as it then screamed a harsh whinny.

Karen said the pony stallion was saying thank you, but Bob then said and argued that it seemed to him as if the animal was showing a sense of rage in the harsh tone of how it whinnied.

Karen smiled when hearing Bob give his opinion, she said that Todd the pony stallion would soon realize it was to his advantage. She looking down as the two horses stood coupled, Karen said for Bob to see how the pony by becoming bigger his tool grew longer, larger, and gave him more male pleasure.

A quick look down and Bob sat back and away from the edge, wondering about who or what he was sitting near, he feeling some concern for his safety and personal well being. Karen turned upon her guest and approached him she walking on her knees across the hay hales covered with the blankets to where he sat looking rather uncomfortable.

He sat there with his back pressed tight to the stacked hay bales behind him, feeling a load of apprehension about this woman there with him. Karen asked him if he were just a little jealous of the stallion pony that just had his second adjustment of growth and development. Before he could answer her, she reached over to Bob and set down the black cube into his lap nearer his groin. Karen then spoke as if commanding what she called the GD stone, wanting it to do for Bob what it first did for Todd when he sat once there in her nice love nest.

"Todd," Bob exclaimed, "How could he get up here?"

Karen smiled, knowing what she said made no logical sense, so she confused the issue even more by pointing to the wooden ladder nailed to the barn wall, "He climbed up the same way you did," she told Bob.

The GD stone was then humming, emitting its power and Bob felt it as if a vibrating massage to his aroused maleness. He did not want to touch it, but wanted the thing off him, so he jerked his legs to one side and sent the stone rolling and bouncing toward the edge.

Karen screamed as she swore at him, she leaped at it, catching her magical stone before it fell down and then into the mating stall below. Scared, Bob stood up but doing so, he then whammed his head into the barn roof rafters, the clunking about knocking him senseless. Stunned, and with Karen angry, her seeing Bob stand up and bang his head made her laugh. Laughing she could hardly talk and this made Bob angry, so mad he wanted to take hold of her, throwing her off the hayloft edge, and down into the stall with the two horny and happy horses.

Grumbling at Karen, Bob stood ready to do as he had thought, but stopped when she knew his intentions and ordered him then not to come any closer. She kneeling and held out between them her magical rock as if a gun-drawn to use as her protection.

"Come no closer or by the GD this stone here will make of you the same as is now Todd down there, he a few months age was like you, a fun thrill. He became too serious, talked to mother about us as if we were thinking of eloping. He needed something to cool his heels and making him a stallion pony did the trick! So heed me, or you and Todd will look like you were foaled as if brothers." Karen said as she then snickering, said as well, "You both have what it takes to make a girl satisfied, he has his and you, yours just like it, but about the size belonging to a yearling pony, different, thrilling, but yours will not always fit and might even hurt your horny girlfriends!"

Her words were a warning remaining vivid in the memory of Bob, as he told how after that he many a wrestles night trying to sleep, as if he saw the words she said like printed upon stone tablets, along with his name. That memory of his maleness so changed set off such an aroused state, it too a constant reminder of how he felt when confronting Karen. They in her hayloft hide-away, and he standing, stood there embarrassed trying to choke back his massive and inhumanly shaped erection.

Similar in its outline to what he had seen hung and hanging stiffly earlier that afternoon of the stallion horse Karen rode when they first met. Although much smaller than what her horse had, it was several times longer than what came with him to Bundy Minnesota. Bob scared then jammed a hand down and inside his pants to take a fuller feel of what she had changed. He began to moan because of his touching of it sent such waves of sensual desire through him, he then screamed and became angrier.

Fondling finger felt the multiple number of skin folds, as if weathered skin of a sheath. As he fondled his hand there, he held and felt the new heft of his two testicles. They had become massively larger then those of a human, equal to the task of a pony stallion wishing as needing to inseminate a mare.

Struck with the horror of what happened and whom she was willing to make of him, Bob then yanked down his jeans to get give him as well her a more vivid view of his changes.

Karen sat there and smiled, she eying closely and admiring her handiwork, delighted at the prospect of Bob able then to give her much heightened sensual fun for an afternoon. Bob though looked down seeing as he felt what his male package boasted, felt urges coming from it. As if his testicles were taking control over his mind, deciding for him what was primary, his hands let go and he let the thing do as it if it had a wish of its own.

Wavering bodily as he stood there, his pony penis and testicles stood at full ready stiffness, his not black of color like the stallion h had seen that day, but his being pretty, bright pink if as well larger and longer.

Karen sat wide eyed and acting as quite interested then more than moments before as she said, "Wow, and another wow, what I have here is a virgin boyfriend, likely too your parents had you circumcised, but that is now history, and you growing white fur too, you are as blessed!" Bob did not feel any blessing at that moment or even long after that fated day. He took note then of sprouting fur, beginning in his groin, it was spreading as it thickening, in moments it coated over his thighs and ultimately continued to cover his legs and feet.

As he gawked at the sight of what was happening then to his body, he realized that if Karen had her fun, she would not want him to inform her mother, and the best way to assure he could not tell was to make for her farm another pony. Angered at her cruelty he felt so enthralled by his new and so aroused penis, he stood there and felt like asking of Karen to let the changes continue to some animalistic finality.

A reminding shiver ran down his spine, it helped Bob regain some sense of what she wanted him to say, to ask, and to become. He burst out saying, "That GD stone, it is a God Dammed thing, look what it did...," Bob said, exclaimed and screaming his words at Karen.

She still amazed at the fact her chosen stud was still a virgin, and knowing her craft well she with a smile of admiration then told Bob, the changes need not make of him a complete animal. They would enhance greatly his enjoyment while having sensual fun from his lust loving male abilities. However, if he asked nicely, and allowed her to use the stone to change him into a new pet pony, he after a time learn as well realize how good it is to be a stallion pony. She said how that later, after she had found another, a human friend to thrill her, she would place Bob into the GD stall and use the magical stone to enhance him further, maturing him into a prime stud.

He still a virgin would with changed form becomes a white pony and perfect of conformation, a prizewinner! Accordingly, as from his virginity if first lost on a needy mare, he retaining his pretty, pinkish skin, whiteness and growing white, he would keep his intelligence. He would know still of is past self, and understand of what he became, owing to having a logical human reasoning mind, it there to help him appreciate his sensual lifestyle.

Bob admitted her offer had its appealing if odd aspects of promised of a highly sensual life. He reared by two very religious and respectable parents had drummed into him a wealth of social ethics that told him what she offered was wholly unholy and wrong! In addition, he had plans of his own, hopes and dreams that did not include his becoming as farm animal, horse, stallion or some continuously horny stud.

Karen beaming with ideas popping into her cockeyed head, she said then, "You could live here, with us as another on the farm. Mother is so gullible she believes easy, if you stay as you are now, we could say to her of us planning an engagement. She would then let you stay, sleeping in the bunkhouse, its not otherwise used anymore. Then after some time of us enjoying our passions, later on when the urges come. You will decide then the want to live more lustily, by choice becoming as another of our proud, happy and continuously horny horses.

You then just poof and gone, after we had had enough of each the other, your wanting and having needs for more, becoming first a pony and later a matured stallion, the disappearing would leave mom to think you ran off, just like so many others!"

A moment of personal thoughtful memories of maybe another like Bob, and she said again, "Magically speaking, you would be even better if you were a perfect specimen, as without any blemishes, no tooth fillings, and or moles, warts and such!"

Bob listening, his mind alert, he told her of just how perfect of a specimen she had standing there with her in that lofty loves nest. This made Karen sit up and smile at Bob, she telling of if he were so perfect yet and still a virgin, his changed new self would have special powers. He then granted of powers, as to entice or control and more, calming a mare into acceptance but as well if he desired a human female her company, he could beguile women to love him too!

Bob said he felt her trap closing around him and he said to her, "Do what, me stay here with you, us as lovers, or until you... get tired of your favored stud, then what, a lifetime of living like one of your prized animals? You feel nothing of a sensed wrong about this all. You use your stone and that "GD" big stall down there to force nice people into liking to be and live as would animals. This is worse than a whorehouse; it is an earthbound portion of Hell!

I can imagine you coaxing me to just walk into that stall when you were of a mind to, and like the others, are they the reason you won all those ribbons; you riding a talented horses owning a logical working human mind. Then too, what about this stuff of when the urges come, what are they, instincts eking their ways into a human mind. What after so many months or even years of living like..., the removal all cares and when I should stand absent of mind and horny, your newest stud friend then spellbound and made another prize stallion for the farm herd, no way I want out of here!"

Found out by a wit and logical mind greater than hers, as someone she had never met, Bob was a true adversary to deal with, but Karen felt as well she had the upper hand. She argued back and said, "4-H club is fun, fun for us all, but different for you and your manner of thinking. The use of the magical stone grants more, changing the club proverb to meaning as, "Hoofed, Horny, Hard-on, and Happy! Once standing you on all fours and hoofed the sense of being horny brings on a want for constantly having a hard-on. You then as a young stud, you would live a robust lifestyle, in time even wishing to forget your past and be obliviously happy to do for your owner whatever she might ask!"

Bob became furious with Karen, way beyond any limit of anger he had known in his lifetime. Bob took his chances; he lunged at Karen, wanting to get the GD stone from her hand. He reacted instinctively using his years of football game training to knocking Karen off balance. Aided by his developing new stout muscles in his legs, Bob was a better than match to the quick reaction of Karen. He grabbed at the stone in her hand, taking it from her, he then an elbow blocking action, tumbling her off the edge, as she screamed a simple phrase, it used often there around the farm she said,"Oh sh...it!"

She tipped backwards, saw the certainty of her falling and fell from her love nest there in the loft into the GD marked stall. Slamming down hard the wham of her fall knocked the wind of her. She stunned for a moment did not move. This was long enough for Todd, her horny, happy stallion and busy at being a stud with a fun-loving mare, he did trample on her body. Hard and heavy hoofs crushed fingers, and snapped arm bones. His excited mare could not ignore the chance to show a then unarmed Karen the thoughts and feelings of a friend betrayed, transformed, and made to live the lifestyle of a brood mare. She too saw Karen lying there and forgetting the raw sensation from the heat of that lusty moments, she too began kicking at and doing excessive injury to Karen.

Bob looked down as the two horses injured and did kill their owner while driven by lust and passions known best to animals. He wondered, as of Todd becoming such a stud male if he like his new self, he acting as if pleased when ushered into the stall to mate with the mare. He watching wondered too, if the mare, she a friend once of Karen, changed into a vile animal used on the farm as a brood mare for sex and reproduction of the breed, if she held any animosity for her still human friend.

Moments later, it looked likely from up on high that Karen was either dying or already dead. Bob stood there with the GD stone in his hand thought to make a wish for those two who were as animals down in that magical stall.

"To these two who were once people, give unto them their greatest desire of desires, even if they would wish to become again as humans!" The stone began to hum, droning that same previous evil inspired tone; it spread its power over two horses. Todd stopped his bucking thrusts, stepping off the mare under him; he stood looking down at a bleeding and injured Karen lying trampled there on the straw covered floor. He realizing what had happened began to act as if nervous, shying away then to the far side of the stall, he even ignoring then the mare. The stone with its powers maybe renewed enough of his human thoughts again to know right from wrong. The fact as undeniable even to a horse that after Karen had fallen into the stall she trampled to death by two excited animals. He felt the concern for his future and that of the mare, they being as animals, horses, if having killed a human; the usual result was of that in authority would insist upon destroying, as in euthanasia!

The mare likely remembered again her human name as Rachel, she too saw Karen, sniffed of her friend, and with whinnied cry, she tried to awaken her friend, but Karen was likely then dead.

The wish for Todd and his mare had begun to take its effect upon them, as pony stallion Todd stood seemingly as having matured in size, but remained a stallion. He did not return to be again human, accept possibly in his mind by how he acted about someone who had died. He took up a vigil standing by the stall door, seemed then to want for someone to come and return him to his own stall, a place he as a pony felt like it was his home.

The mare stood over the body of Karen; she had several body shaking shivers. The stone had worked on her too, but only to return to her the ability to remember her past and think as would a human about the situation around her. Whinnying as if nervous and maybe scared, she pawed with a fore foot at the blood soaked straw covering the floor there by the dead body.

When Bob saw that neither had changed from what they were as animals, he wondered if the stone could not change them back to being people, or if once having become like to an animal, they who were changed preferred being then as animals.

Bob climbed down and went to take the stallion back to his own stall. He returned to find the mare then standing by the doorway, and Bob went to lead her back to her stall, but she would not go with him. Instead, she lips nibbled his face, her big tongue licking at his cheek as if to say her thank you, she appreciating his acts of kindness. Without needing Bob to lead her, the mare strolled calmly back to her rightful stall, there she folded her legs and lay down to whimper and act as if sad for her friend dying.

All seemed as if satisfactory to them who were horses, and Bob too beginning to accept his own changes too, felt then some pity for Karen. Only having a slight idea of the powers granted to the magical stone, Bob thought first of poor Karen than of his own situation. He held an outstretched arm and hand holding the stone over her dead body lying there in the stall. Looking down at Karen, Bob wished for the stone to give or give to Karen whatever she had as her last thought of becoming before she died.

He rather expected the stone to grant her life and or the bodily form of some animal, or too, return her to be again as those of the living. He remembers vividly how he stood there laughing, seeing as what the GD stone did to Karen. As what she thought and expected from her manner of injury and then death, the farm dogs would come to feast upon her body leaving her later about the farm as small piles of crap. The magic flowed and did to Karen what she thought might happen. She changed, her skin color turned a brownish and looked like a large pile of small turds, and she got what she expected, becoming then a heap of wet crap.

Naturally, all this is but the unexplainable story of a young man to his doctor. His proof to the reality of his story comes with seeing his physical deformity. Bob tried asked a number of times to that magical stone, wishing it to change him back to being his human self, but nothing happened. He learned to accept and actually enjoy his different genitals. He felt embarrassment from them too and decided not to continue with playing of sports. So noting that after any game, the team would shower together, and he knew his teammates would not be understanding but would become offended, ridiculing Bob, he then humiliated. They just would not want to be understanding.

The team members and coach too would not understand, and neither would his parents if they knew. He tried one lonely a night to verbally make a wish and ask the stone to return his maleness to being what he had previous his meeting of Karen. The thought was not enough to overcome the sensations he had learned to enjoy. Bob could not keep from feeling happy about his having a sheath and more hearty maleness equal in all respects to that in the groin of a pony stallion.

In this modern age when on the Internet boasts many products offering varied manners of changing and increasing the size of a human penis, what Bob has as his is far more sensual that can come from pills. His penal length and the added girth as well too the glandular end of it so primal and uncircumcised in animal shape continually bothers Bob, he knowing that from having it, he would in time wish to use it. Most women would think of what Bob has as grotesque, and this is understandable. However and luckily for Bob, his present female companion feels otherwise about her lover and his odd deformity.

Because of his liking the penis and his sheath, he had lived for a while acting quite the reclusive lifestyle, aware from study about horses or stallions and how they mate; being that is what Karen made of him. He had decided what his only future meant he could never marry. Random chance change all that, when he happened to meet someone that meant something more to him than for a sensual pleasuring, he let her see his dilemma, but she still wanted her stout man to marry her.

When after his physical and the news his healthy body was of exceptionally good condition, his friendly doctor thought to add some consolation an added note of warning. As his physician, I reminded Bob to take care due to his length, girth, and that primal shaped penal gland. Although he said he realized his limits, he reminded that he remained a virgin, never having had sexual pleasuring with a female. He had partially changed of body to be like a stallion, and once he would begin enjoying sexual intercourse, the animal in him might take on more control. Helen was sympathetic to his different male self, and had admitted to Bob that she felt aroused, if from how he explained what he had, even if he would not show it to her before they were married.

Reminding Bob to be warily as well careful when he while having intercourse with his betrothed needed to beware as of his delving length an obvious problem, but the equine girth could cause her some pain. As experienced during the physical when checking him for any hernia, he swelled forth an erection. Unexpected but giving purpose to taking measurements, the glandular expansion nearest the end of it, flared, and so noted would act similar to the knot at the base of a dog's male organ. Bob and his lovely wife had big plans; they merged their finances, gained a loan from her father and planned it well to buy a farm in Ohio. As Bob said with a manner of personal pride, they decided to have a family and getting back to the roots of being true Americans.

Bob had forgot his changed testicles, they being the size of a stallion pony might likely expel only equine semen, making children with Helen as something near to impossible. Then again the fact he was mostly human might have them producing human semen but in abundant volume equal to his being a stallion. The liquid volume ejaculated by Bob most certainly should ensure that Helen would become pregnant, the only concern comes as of her likelihood then to have more than one baby per pregnancy.

Bob said too, that if his deformity became too unbearable, he had still the GD stone. If when he felt no other alternative remained, he planned to use it as originally intended for him by Karen. He said too, that Helen his betrothed wife agreed with him on that matter. She he said if it seemed then as something righteous, then she too intended to use the stone and join him in living of life as a wholly different of species.

Bob seemed resolute to his one reason for why she would not join him if need there be, that if they by then had had any children. As she should, would remain human to care and rearing their children, and of Helen keeping him there on the farm and letting the kids ride their daddy!

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