"Heh, heh, Tony will be in for a surprise when he wakes up," Max said as he typed. "First off, the ball splitter and stretcher has been on for a month, and Tony's balls are starting to look like a real ponies. Also, Tony's been receiving regular Human Growth Hormone shots along with a cocktail of steroids and other meds to make him grow into a nice big pony. And sadly, Tony will only remember his old reality. Heh, heh, Brother may like the improvements." He's gonna be a big beefy stud of a pony boy when Max is through with him. Max yawned and went to bed.
Tony struggled in his bonds, they seemed tighter than when he fell asleep.
Roger cleared his throat, and said, "Morning Tony, time for your daily shots. Oh, don't bother trying to remember getting your shots yesterday or before that. Max apparently added that last night, and I am guessing he added that new history to get you beefed up faster, and he involved me because the Lil stinker wanted to sleep in. But I don't mind, I am an early riser usually anyway."
Tony had started shouting into his gag, but only muffled rudimentary grunts could be heard. Roger came up behind him, and injected a cool liquid into the base of Tony's neck. Then there were three more shots to Tony's right butt cheek.
Roger walked around front of Tony. He seemed shorter than usual, even though Roger was dressed in jeans, and boots, and Tony was barefoot and naked.
"Now I am supposed to make measurements of you, and log them in this book. It starts a month ago with your original stats, let's see." Roger uses a tape to measure your height and laughs, "Two and a half inches in a little over a month? At this rate, by summer you'll be seven feet tall at least, a real fine pony."
Tony's eyes widened and he gasped. Roger knew about the Chronivac? How? Did Max tell him?
"Aw, Tony the Pony looks confused. Let Master Roger explain it all. How do I know what's really going on? I have my own Chronivac, so I am aware. Who do you think sent you the Chronivac in the first place? I have to admit, I was going to hack in today to make Max sell you to me, but he's way more imaginative than I expected. I hadn't considered making you a pony Slave, nor had a considered changing reality retroactively, like making your hormone treatments and even your enslavement happen weeks ago to see the results today. I think I'll see what else he does before I resume control."
Roger knelt down to inspect the ball stretcher/splitter. He adjusted the straps, and added weight.