Tony awoke in his stall like last time. He'd been sleeping standing upright in his harness and chains. The rest of him was naked. But this time he'd been standing on the balls of his feet. He relaxed himself and started lowering his feet to the stall floor, then yelped as something sharp poked the underside of his feet. He appeared to be wearing some kind of horse shoes with spikes on them forcing him to almost stand on tip toes. Not supporting his heals like women's shoes, but just punishing him for not remaining in his toes by his own strength.
Tony's surprised cry was muffled. There was something in his mouth. Like a gag. In his drug addled mind things were confusing. He tried to open his mouth, but his teeth wouldn't part. He felt around with his tongue and felt that his back teeth were all missing to make room for the bit gag! Oh god! The middle part ballooned out filling his mouth almost completely. Speaking anything even halfway intelligible was out of the question. How would he eat!?
He reached to try and pull it off, half expecting to feel his wrists tied up, but he felt nothing. He looked to his sides and panicked. His arms were gone! Just gone! His sholders ended in a smooth torso. Not even a stump left. There were no scars or anything even hinting that he once had arms. Tears came to Tony's eyes. This was unfair! He stomped the grate in the floor like a horse in frustration.
He pulled at his chains, but stopped in a muffled gasp as his sensetive nipples got tugged. His perky nipples had been pirced! The rings through them were attached to smaller chains that were just slightly shorter than the big chains holding his harness so that when he fought his confines it was his nipples that suffered first.
His groin felt strange. He looked down and lost his breath at what he saw. His dick and balls were gone! He pressed his smooth white thighs tight together. They'd really done it. They'd gelded him! Castrated! But something was different. Unlike his arms, he still felt like he had a penis. Just tucked away somehow. Trapped between his legs. But that wasn't right. He or more accurately "it" was completely smooth between its legs. Not so much as a bulge or a scar. He felt something rubbing up against his prostate even though there was nothing up his ass. He felt like he had to piss, but how would he without a dick?
Tony had a lot a lot of time to get accustomed to his new body. Not that it helped. Tony didn't want to get used to this. He wanted his arms back. He wanted his dick back. His clothes. His dignaty. His freedom. He wanted to be tall and strong again. They said he'd volunteered for this. He hadn't. Sort of, he had. He'd made Max all bossy, but this wasn't what he'd meant. It wasn't supposed to be perminant or go even remotely this far. Even society demanded that he be dehumanizing and humiliated. It was literally illegal to treat him with dignity!
How was he going to get out of this!? Even if he could somehow get to the chronivac, he didn't have hands on write in it. Even his mouth was useless. Max must have used the chronivac to change him like this. How else would he have become like this? Surgery? He hoped to god that wasn't the case. If it was the chronivac then a simple click could return him to normal. If he'd been surgery altered then this would be perminant. No regret option.