"What would mom say if she learned about her one son got himself into such a fool situation as this?
Indeed, the changes as prescribed by the Doc does more than suggest as to my future and personal doom. I would pray to God for my deliverance and redemption from becoming as an equine animal; but the Doc said that mid-stream transitions were dangerous or deadly.
Worse in my mind is the weird to erotically horny dreams that plague me, and I awaken to sheet plastered with my semen and a stout branch of morning wood.
Strange too is my constant desire to stare at mares flicking their tail, as I get a good view of the vulva; looking with an odd hope to see it as winking.
No television allowed in my cell, the only entertainment being to stand on my cot-bed and peer out the small transit window, wishing to see as watch then as equine experiment subjects turned into horses, are grazing or milling together, sniffing. My secondary bit of entertainment is self masturbation, jock-off thrills with my enhanced size cock and feel my bigger balls churn out the semen.
Yet there is something that feels odd after any masturbating release, as makes me wonder if sexual functioning tends to speed along my physical transitions toward becoming as an equine.
Yet to that the speeding up of my transforming is not a worry but considering it is a fact, my preferred desire is to bring the waiting to its expected closure. The sooner the better I guess, as after having watched others who preceded me, they becoming, as became horses, my lifestyle would be better and free from this my holding cell!" I think and argue with me a lot, as saying before going to bed, "Ken Ken Hall, you would make a better looking Jackass than a pretty pony stallion for some child to ride.