Jeff was using all his energy to withhold his instinctual needs to think of how to fix his situation. Then the car pulled up the gravel driveway of Doc Hanson’s farm.
He resorted to excuses.
“Mom, uh… suddenly I don't feel good… can we-”
But his mother scoffed in response, waving her hand dismissively. “I didn't slap you *that* hard, Jeff. There's aspirin in the glove compartment.”
“No, Mom… can you turn the car around?”
“Wha- no, we're here!”
She parked the car and turned it off. They were here, indeed. The air smelled of manure and hay bales. Who he could only assume was Doc Hanson was standing 50 meters away with something in his hands. His mother got out of the car and walked over.
Jeff winced. He really, really did himself in with this one. Even if he got out of this, somehow, he was going to be scarred for life from his ill-minded, selfish move. All he wanted was to be big like a horse, for just a little while, to know what it was like. He didn't think the whole world would freakin’ change - including his family! But every passing moment, even when frustrated, he was interrupted by an insatiable need to screw, and it superseded anything else.
Okay, maybe he was complaining a bit. Maybe. He could’ve accidentally turned himself into a horse. But then again, maybe that would’ve been better ‘cause then he at least wouldn’t be… well, you know…
He looked over at the steering wheel. He really, really thought about it… he thought about sliding over, and backing the hell out of that farm, and driving away. Sure, he had only started driver’s ed, and he had no idea where he was. But this was a do-or-die situation.
Unfortunately his mother opened Jeff’s car door and basically pulled him out of the passenger seat.
“Go follow him inside and I’ll be out here in the car for you. He’s got a pair of overalls to lend you, to keep you clean.”
“Mom…”
“GO.”
“Mom!”
“Jeff. Not one more word. I will leave you here. Understand me?”
Should he gun it for the driver’s seat? What if he got caught by the police? In this condition...
He had no option.
“Jeff, my boy!”
Doc Hanson was a scruffy, rough-looking old farmer with a trimmed white beard and a pot belly. He probably made a great Santa Claus in the winter time. His rational mind knew this was the first time meeting this guy, but an altered half thought of Doc as a father figure, and they went all the way back to his childhood. This visit was just another week, another month.
As it was the first time he tried walking with the monstrous cocks, the ‘dual pendulums’ swung back and forth. It was enough to get him horny again. There was a twinge of something else in the air, as Doc looked to him with homely cheer.
“Go on. Th’ machine’s inside.”
“...machine?”
Doc grunted as though this was too obvious to discuss. “Whad’ya think, I dunno if I can git a girl to stand still and fit both of ‘yers. Anywho, it’s not fer me this time. Just set yerself on the mount and pump into the machine and lemme know the count. Then I’ll write th’ check.”
He wasn’t going to be fucking a horse, thank god.
“And.. hehe, you better hurry - looks like ‘yer gettin’ pumped already…”
Goddammit! He was getting hornier by the minute - right in front of the Doc! Jeff just sighed defeatedly and turned to the barn, where the humming sound permeated the wooden walls. Turning around a corner revealed a dutifully polished stable. In it were a few tables, but the centerpiece was a test-tube-shaped glass container. It was suspended on its own table, and several wires and plastic tubes were strewn across the floor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what (and where) he need to ‘do’. Plug and play.
Jeff just went for it. The sooner he did this and got back home, he could reverse everything and …
Ooof. What was that? It felt like something bumped his ball sack…