Needless to say the wife was all a bubbling of questions who would come to the front door at that time of night. I passed it off as a lost motorist looking for an address. The wife asked nothing more but I think to this day she didn't believe me!
Sunday was one of the worst days in my life as the amount of consentrated potion was doing something in my guts. A constant need to urinate made me look like a real nervous nelly too. It got to be just about dinner time when by luck Bob Peterson called me to check on why I didn't return to the Club for dinner the night before.
I used his call as an excuse to inform the wife of a emergency business trip, and my being gone till Friday next.
Like a newly wed going on his honeymoon I packed with glee thinking of what might happen and wondering what "Large Effects" meant?
A fair nights sleep had me wake up the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. My morning shower was a little longer, as was my maleness.
The very sight of the massive thing hand he thinking of what a horse sports and how it looked like a sheath. Then too the testicles were like tennis balls tightly wrapped in a black leathery bag.
I lifted a leg to note the darkened skin color had traveled between the thighs, up the crotch, and spread fading out over my buttocks.
Then too, my morning beard was like a weeks growth and looked more dense as well. The whiskers ran up and over the cheeks to just under my eyes. Hairs were sprouted covering the temples to merge with eyebrows and some even on my forehead.
The inventory done I shaved and dressed, kissed the wife a goodbye and jumped into the car. I was not a mile down the street heading for the interstate when the new potion bottle was uncorked.
Never had I travelled without a reservation to stay, but this time I would just wing it!
Heading North the road was light of traffic and I cruised along with ease. It was after just an hour since I swallowed what was hoped to be an antidote, was in fact something to more direct the enhancement potion. I got one hell of an erection causing me the swerve and almost lose control of the car. It came on so fast my pants seam ripped and the monster ejected into the open air.
As what I thought before how it remined me of a horse's sheath the then monster penis had the color and texture simular, but in girth and length it was still small. Smaller than some horse sized penis but still a monster compared to what I have the week before.
A road sign directed me to a motel out of the 1940's. Tweleve little cabins, one door, three windows, a space heater (not that one needs it in Summer), and a towel rack pointing the way to a community bath and shower.
Yanking out my shirt tails I walked into the motel's office and signed in. "The Forty Winks" what a name for this old place! $35.00 per night and no questions asked, it was the place for me.
A short time later, unpacked, and laid out over the narrow bed this man waitied for whatever was to befall him.
I drifted off to nap for a couple of hours only to awaken quickly as a cramp went from the buttocks down each leg. Jerking about on the bed it squeaked like most brass beds can do.
Moaning and groaning my sobs were overheard by a nice lady named Casandra. She knocked first and then entered my cabin. I was on the floor as pain racked my legs and back something awful. One good symartian, she saw I was in a bad way and sat there massaging out the cramps as things began to change.
The drakened skin spread down thighs to legs and very dark on my feet. As was my beard thicker and darker too then other body hair spread out making a smooth covering from head to toe.
Again as breathing became heavier my nostrils expanded conforming to a new pattern and size. Sight blurred badly as the sense of hearing and smell intensified.
It was as I became dreadfully erect she scooched back and sat there watching me from a distance.
I stretched and humped my aching back as finger gripped ankles a pain of intense pressure jolted the spine. Casandra told me I was getting a tail! At first I thought she was maybe nuts, but later when it filled out and was silky to sway I knew better.
Thighs began to expand becoming broad flanks of the creature I was fast becoming. My knees were fored up as lower shins joined with growing feet to make a true hind leg.
Hours passed and feet elongated as toes were covered by a oozing thick excretion. Casandra by that time was sitting upon my bed her legs tucked in indian style as she sat quietly watching this mircle.
It was then I blacked out and the told me of changing arms, hands knarled into fists while the black ooze formed forehoofs. My head changed in shape and size making me into a large breed of some stallion pony.
Casandra led me out of the cabin just after midnight. I pranced about in wide circles the feeling of strength and youth making me silly.
She stopped me and tried to speak at my face. The wonder of it all had me knowing what she said and with an almost human mindset I wriggled the mouth and lips sounding out the words until speech for me was a reality too.
That night she called a friend nearby and had me trucked to a boarding farm where I spent the next three days.
It was Thursday night when Casandra came to me asking first if I could still talk and then if I wanted to start a new life as a talking pony stallion?
Why not, I had become a pony and animal, so lets begin life as an animal!
Friday had me wondering all day and into the dark of night. it was mid Saturday morning when the farm's owner and Casandra came to my stall, reins, and bridle with bit in hand.
The realization of bondage touched my thoughts as the bridle tightened over my head and its bit cut up my mouth. Led from the stall I was place in a corral with one very sullen mare in heat! My duties of a stud were suddenly placed in front of my nose.