Paul O'boge found the stables unlocked, and stomped in angerly. "Damned RSPCA... think they own the place." He grumbled under his breath as he start his early morning shift of cleaning, and feeding. When he noticed the light on in the vet's lab, shaking his head he went to turn it off. It was kind of odd that this door too was ajar. Cautiously the fat middle aged janitor peered into the room. Almost screaming when he spotted the half naked body on the floor. But managed to restrain himself, and creep over to Scott. Breathing a sigh of relief as he spotted his chest raising and falling. Then the janitor's eye wandered down to Scott's loin's, and he gulped. The young man's bloated swollen ball sac was black as a month old bananna. Paul had been around the place long enough to know what those bands were used for. And they had done they're work right proper on this lad! Reaching down he touch the blackened sac finding it icy cold to the touch. "Them's dead..sure enough!" He muttered as he hurried to the phone to call the police.
Miles away Ben and Jeff were slowly changing back, as the docters informed Scott that they had no choice but to remove his dead testicles.....