Jeff shuffled out of his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen, where the old woman was fixing coffee. She blinked when he came in, then grinned. "Feeling a bit feisty this morning?"
Puzzled, he shrugged. "I feel pretty good this morning. I think I'll go out and get the stalls mucked out before breakfast, if that's OK."
She chuckled. "If you still want breakfast later, I'll fix it for ya'. Go on out. I'm sure the jennies and Missy will be glad to see you."
Flushing, Jeff went out. Did she know about his mating last night? But who was Missy? Still confused, he found the old man working on an old tractor. Like his wife, the old man did a double-take, then seemed to find Jeff's appearance funny.
"Well, I can see you're ready to get started. Start with Missy first today."
"Missy?" Jeff couldn;t get his mind working this morning. "Who's that?"
The old man pointed to the horse barn. "Last stall on the left." Then he chuckled. "All you gotta do is follow your diving rod there."
His finger shifted to aim at Jeff's crotch.
A glance down made Jeff's eyes go wide. First of all, he was stark naked - he'd forgotten to get dressed! However, even that was forgotten when he saw the thick, mottled pink and black horse cock and heavy black ballsack hanging down from his crotch!
"Glad you decided to get away from the Jennies. Got enough donkeys now - a matched pair of Percherons will be right nice to take to the fair."
Jeff stared down at himself, shocked and also more than a little interested. No! He didn't want to be a horse! But this had to be another dream, right? Memory of the first dream returned, and he felt his immense stallion's equipment begin to harden. As did lust for the still-unseen mare.
He found himself walking toward the horse barn, eyes glazed and mind intent on the growing scent of Missy. If this was a dream it didn't matter if he gave in to lust, if he let the mare's need pull him further into stallionhood. Even now, he was getting larger with each step, young man becoming Percheron stud. He stopped at the mare's stall gate, one swollen, dark hand ready to lift the latch. He was 8 feet tall now, easily 800 pounds, and set to more than double once the now-rigid horse cock found a home in the winking black lips that Missy presented to him.