Dr Jenkins was confused to see a single horse standing alone in the middle of the room. He cautiously approached as he looked for any traces of the two police officers. However, as he got closer he spotted a few rags on the floor beneath the horse. The blue colour of some of the scraps matched the uniform that the two officers had been wearing. Jenkins backed away slowly, suspecting that asking the Police for help was already a lost cause...
“OW! Dammi!t” Jenkins cried out when he felt a sudden sharp pain in his exposed right arm. He looked down to see a small dart embedded in his skin. He quickly pulled it out, but the area around the puncture wound was already starting to swell and burn with pain. The doctor looked up, only to see the female attendant that he had met mere minutes ago slowly lowering her gun.
“So glad you could join us doctor.” The woman locked the door behind her before sauntering up to him. “I suppose I had better introduce myself. I am Harriett King, and soon I shall be your new owner!”
Dr Jenkins raised his arm, intending to strike the woman, but the pain was getting unbearable as he felt his innards and bones slowly shifting. He swung clumsily, but she easily dodged him. She managed to catch Jenkins off balance by pushing him forwards so that he landed on all fours. She then moved quickly to keep him pinned down using her arms. Jenkins tried to push back up a few times but whatever chemicals were now in his system made his muscles feel weak and numb. Soon he was completely subdued as the overwhelming sensations completely overwhelmed his body.
“That’s it,” Mrs King taunted triumphantly, “down on all fours like a good little horse.”
Jenkins wanted to reply but could only grimace as he felt his body shifting further. His chest and ass had steadily become bulkier and more rounded, while his arms and legs had all grown to the same length as the bones adjusted for a quadrupedal posture. He also felt the short nub of a tail pressing out of his lower back, while a tough chestnut coloured hide was starting to steadily creep over his body.
“I see you’ve already met Mark, impressive specimen isn’t he?” Mrs King forced Jenkins’ head to look up at the nearby horse. The doctor quickly spotted that the dapple grey horse was a stallion as it looked back at him. He felt a slight chill upon seeing the sadness in the animal’s eyes. However, Jenkins also felt an unusual warmth as he studied the horse’s features. Something about him seemed oddly captivating.
“As you can see, Officer Mark turned out rather well. As for his colleague, she is long gone by now. She’ll be convincing her superiors that the Zoo had nothing to do with the disappearances she was investigating. She knows that if she ever does talk, poor Mark here is the one who will suffer. I think it’s safe to assume that the authorities won’t be bothering us again, at least not for a while. That just leaves one loose end: YOU.”
Dr Jenkins began to panic as the woman’s words started to sink in. He knew he should have just run when he had the chance. Now there seemed to be no hope of rescue, no hope of escape and no hope of staying human.
The doctor grimaced as his stolen disguise started to fall off and rip apart. Mrs King finally let go once his hips snapped into a quadrupedal orientation. This forced his changing ass up in the air as his tail neared its full length. He now stood on four hooved legs, with nearly everything from the neck down looking fully equine.
“Looking good doctor,” Mrs King said sadistically, “however I think there’s one BIG change that still needs to happen.” She then turned to the stallion with a smile on her face. “Mark, why don’t you help the doctor out with his pesky cock, after all, he won’t be needing it any longer…”