Ken sat and felt more like resting, letting his meal settle and allowing him to relax. The day was one of acquainting one's self with the farm and the various animals. As he sat and had time to reflect upon the day, many of the animals reacted in very friendly manners; some acting as affectionate, or wanting the affections from the prisoners.
Tally, a pretty yearling mare, she a Bay coloring, did prance and strut around her paddock when she noticed Ken standing nearby the fence.
Ken also noticed Knocker, he being a Dun colored mature horse, and acted similar to what Ken knew of stallions, how they when wishing to show their sense of dominance, tend to let hang their masculinity for all to see. As for horses like people, status or dominance is an all important consideration. Ken was the different quota from acting dominant, as his life experience moderated his drive as need for showing people that he was something special.
As he set feeling full, as from another cell he began hearing sullen moans as if another prisoner were feeling ill.
Ken sat up and gave a closer listening to the moaning cries, as complaints arose from ill feeling due to what that person had consumed at diner. Ken felt rather content from what all he ate, if but he felt gifted with an aroused feeling, as if wishing this prison farm were a co-ed residence; gifting each prisoner their chance to meet and/or cuddle with someone of the fairer gender.
The cries of ill feelings waned, as moaning subsided, and other prisoners ceased their commenting. As Ken settled back to lying onj his cell cot, he thought he heard a weird moan/groan what faded into a bleated cry as then went silent.
Dosing, Ken felt tired and his stomach full, he relaxed and tried to let sleep quell the sense of boredom of lying in a cell with absolutely nothing to do, lest he were to fondle or manhandle his maleness.
Sleep ensued, and with it his meal helped sponsor his mind to dreaming, as he dreamed about the cute filly he saw, and how she prancing, did raise her tail, showing him her gender, winking her vulva, as if coaxing him, a male to come and help her quell raw passions.
Ken jerked awake, as found his metabolism racing, heart pounding, he sweating profusely, and to his disgust he noted his pants front as tented due to bolstering a stout erection. A shirtsleeve worked to swipe away the beads and droplets of perspiration from his face. He tried to smooth down his erection, but felt as found it to be stoutly aroused, different than any erection he ever had previous. The stout sensation warranted his standing up from off his bed and dropping his pants, giving him a view of his sensual, sexual disturbance.
His erection had slipped past the jockey undershorts to protrude alone his upper thigh. What Ken expected to see was his circumcised male ember, it his usual six inches of aroused male meat. Instead, what had protruded stiffly out from the containing underwear, stood stiffly, as much enhanced, fully aroused, quite discolored, and wholly uncircumcised. What Ken sported was a charcoal black hue coloring of penal skin, the circumcision gone, replaced by a blunt ended slightly deformed head, gifted a bulging flange, as was his penis body grown longer, as over as triple the length he had expected to see; then about eighteen plus inches of highly sensual male meat.
A tender touch of his shaking hands to the sensitive new male member proved to Ken he was not dreaming.
"Oh wow," Ken moaned, as he then noted how his scrotum had grown bigger, both balls becoming black, as boldly rounded orbs, similar in size to two baseballs snugly fitted in a black skinned tight pouch, held snugly high in his deeper groin.
"Goodly enhanced their fell'a," noted a passing cell block guard. "Expect to see more physical enhancing changes, as this experiment station gifts all who reside or work here similar attributes, some temporary, and others becoming as permanent."
Ken did not know what to say or ask, as his mind was reeling from the sensual discovery.