Dr. Braeden Ben Mathews smiles at the group, he looking around at all of those there and who are of the willing for becoming as something other than to what they were born.
"You, you are to be the first, ah and your name, or just your first name, as after the serum takes its fullest on effect, whatever is or was your family name will become quite inconsequnecial." Said the Doctor as his choice test subject stood there and did a full body shiver to show his feeling being as nervous.
"I would ask of you as well if you have a fantasy desire to become as some special breed of animal..., hmm?" the Doctor asked in adding to his first question about a name.
"Kevin is my name sir, ah doctor, and my fun fantasy wish or animalistic desire is to become as a pony stallion." You said, as stood there feeling foolish and hearing the snickers of a few there wishing to become something more than a common farm animal or pet.
"Now, now people, Kevin has a much his right for asking to become a common animal than some here who if wanting to become as a meat eater breed, they might find their lifetime future as pent to being a zoo animal.
Kevin, of what breed pony were you asking to become?" The Doctor asked, as you quickly responded, said, "Dartmoor breed pony and as a stallion!"
"Dartmoor, now that is a different response I did not expect, but you being still male, a stallion and pony is what I am prepared to do, as I shall in weeks to come try to redirect your regenerative cell pattern to follow the Dartmoor physical contours.
Now come forward and accept here your first injectrion of equine serum." Said the famous doctor, as he picks up a large syringe and pokes it into a ampule of prepared serum.
You hold out a bare arm for the injection, only to see as the doctor drains the amuple, filling the many CC syringe to brim full with the equine serum.
"Here, place this tongue depressed between your teeth, no cross-wise in your mouth, it is to act as a bite protector for when I do your injection, there is a mild amount of pain and I do not want you to bite so hard as to snap off a tooth.
OK, we shall begin," The doctor said as he places the injection needle against your right upper arm, poking it into the softer tissue. You stand there feeling quite nervous and as well highly aoused from hope of becoming something you had for so long a time wished you could become, a real live pony animal.
You take a quick inhaled breath from feeling the syringe needle puncture your skin and the serum, it having a hell-fire burning sensation as it is shot into your bloodstream. Minutes pass as the doctor continues the slow injecting of his miracle serum into your arm.
As the syringe need le is retracted, the doctor motions for someone to come and help you to remain standing.
"You should feel rather weak in the knees, this is a natural response, ha, but you won't have knees for very much longer, as you will gain strong hind hocks." The doctor says as he smiles and softly chuckles, as if the joke was on you for being the first experiment's fool.
"Who is next?" Said the doctor, as you felt more weak throughout you entire self and with some aid by a nurse person who came from somewhere, she helped you to sit back down on a folding chair.
"No, no nurse, if you would so take our Kevin out the side door to the waitng vehicle." The doctor said, as the nurse manhadled you to standing again, she urging you to walk toward the double steel doors leading to the parking lot. As she behind you presses you outh through the twin doors, there standing in the parking lot is a larger dual rear wheeled pickup truck and attached to behind it is a livestock hauling trailer.
"Please walk inside the trailer and I shall aid you to getting naked, as ponies do not wear clothes, if but at times maybe a horse blanket." The nurse said, as her making mention of the horse blanket she snickered.
"What is so funny," you asked of the nurse.
"You are," the nurse replied, she helping off you your T-shirt as she slips a noosed rope down over your head and snugs it tight about your neck. She then does a looping of the rope through the metal slats of the trailer wall. As she says then, "You were as are so gullible, asking to become a Dartmoor pony, when the doctor came prepared for an equine lover, the serum he had with him is for changing you into a Draft horse.
Ultimately, you becoming as then a draft horse stallion shall produce much more profit when sold than would a pony pet animal. As to what final breed draft horse you shall become I have no idea, but the doctor has from past and similar volunteer subjects made of them as Percheron or Shire breeds.
Beside, if a body need go through the levels of pains and discomfort you shall soon be feeling, you might as well become as somesome bigger. Oh too, the doctor will have you registered with faked family linage papers, your upper lip then tattooed with a resgistration number, making you as a pedigree draft horse, being of exceptional value, especially while still a stallion.
There you are naked, and readied to feel the sweaty pains of transforming."
"Thanks," was all you said, as your dream of becoming similar to your once pet pony was dashed, and the prospect of becoming a draft horse stallion for stud instills on you an erection.