For Jenna Smith, it was just another day of being at Stage 5 of the Equine Virus Progression - and thus no longer contagious. Another day of being a 31-year old, fully anthropomorphic Horse-Human hybrid, coated in a glistening snow-white fur, though her nipples and areola, along with her tail and long, still hair-like mane (in that it had the width it had when she was still human) were more silver-white. Another day where whether she wore anything or not wasn’t an issue anymore.
Another day where her progression hadn’t advanced as she sat in the waiting room until her time came to be called in.
There were four others in the room with her. Two sat on the other end of the room, both Stage 5 Stallions, the first mostly a dirty brown with a black mane and muzzle. The other the same save for a shorter mane and a white stripe running down his face. One thing that stood out was that while the latter was naked - his mottled pink-and-black cock standing tall and stiff - the other did have some clothes on, even if it was just an open navy-blue shirt that didn’t actually hide anything.
But then it was much the same with Jenna, who wore a black-and-silver motorcycle oversuit that covered her from neck-to-wrist-to-ankle.
In fact it was only her companion, Haley who was seated next to her, who wasn’t a Stage 5. She sat somewhere between stages 5 & 6 in that while she could still stand(at about 7ft5), sit, and walk (and even drove them in a half-hour before), but had since had her hands become hooves. Her grey-speckled body featuring a barrelled chest and her breasts sitting by her legs now, with a brown mane and tail.
“Jenna Smith?” A voice called out to her, another Stage 5 Mare, this one easily eight feet tall and heavily built, reddish fur and black tail and mane, with just an open doctor’s lab coat on that showed off her powerful frame and large breasts, ‘Dr Jones’ on the ID Tag. “I’m ready to see you know. This way.”
“Okay Haley, I’ll be back as soon as I can, sit tight.” Jenna comforted her, as she gave a nod in response while Jenna followed the equine doctor to her office.
It shouldn’t have been too surprising for Jenna, seeing the medical and research staff as affected as everyone else given the high rate of infection determined, but even so, her mind still sought to process what she was seeing. So many different staff, in different points of progression, barely half bothering with any kind of attire if it wasn’t essential for hygiene and containment purposes.
Before she could become lost in these thoughts though, she found herself in Dr Jones office, her toughened desk at one point, and a number of medical and examining equipment elsewhere.
“Alright Ms Smith, before we begin, I need to ask you to strip down for me.” She directed her to a bench where she could leave them. “So that we can more easily take samples and measurements, to see how the counter-agents are doing.” She added as clarification.
And this is where Jenna supposed came one good thing about the whole mess. Before she would have been far too shy to even consider doing anything of the sort. Now, with just pull on the front zip and opening one belt, it was already down to her waist to expose her own hefty bust and toned arms and abs, as she began to push the oversuit down her legs.