Sean continued to eat at a enormous pace. His body grew and filling out he was beoming a fine Texas Long Horn bull. Even as he instinctively ate, his thoughts of bullish existance ran in and out of his mind. New desires' as well as a deep lust of possession toward the females bent his mind to be more bovine.
Ken however after discovering Sean's gift for viewing in the wild west from a new perspective, found himself taken by force to view his new perspective.
As Ken awoke he looked cautiously about, while trying not to move much. He found himself trussed up by ropes tied around his wrists, and sitting on a small wooden stool. The warmth of the day and a brezze blowing through the livery stable brought the quick realization he was in the buff. All Ken's clothes were hung on hooks attached to a fare wall. The only other thing of notice was the remede bottle lying on the floor drained of it's contents.
Thoughts and bits of memory remembered two hardy muscular dudes, both very hairy who tied Ken up and as they worked he thought they snorted.
Suddenly a creak of a rusty hinge and in walked Mr Flycatcher. "Well my boy, you have been granted to see the wild west as few have ever seen it. You are to become one of twenty fine specimens of Mule. As a member of your recreation of the Twenty Mule Team Borax mineral wagon, a new perspective of life during the wild west. As a member of this fine group of animals you shall experiance the work and heat stress of the very beast, while mentally you shall be little changed in mind. You memories of past and knowledge of the present will be very clear. We want this so you may remember your experiance with us. However, becoming an animal is not without it's risk of injury. Due to the inbred instincts of a mule form, if not continually monitoured by your mind you might degress mentally to a mule. Of course if this were to happen you will become property of our company."
Ken looked at the floor, feeling every bit as a fool should. The light though poor was enough to see dark brow hair sprouting on his body and legs.
Jumping up Ken started to scream and tryied to get someone sane to come help him escape. As he started the two hardy forms walked in and muffled Ken's mouth. He now saw the men as what they were, hairy and a good start to be mules.
Mr Flycatcher smiled, "My boy these will be stablemates of yours. They want only what we do for you to enjoy your stay with us. As one of our prize mules your every animal need will be supplied. As both beast and human a new respect of your past lifestyle should become clear. I'm sure that in your new employment here we can offer a few additional delights that as a human you were denied. One that quickly comes to mind is that of free sex with and mare, jennette, or donkey that comes into heat. I'll come back in four hours, by then we should see your complete new self."
In the time Ken had listened to Mr. Flycatcher's speel more changes had occured. Looking up at his aching arms, no arms came into view. Instead fore legs, fetlocks and solid hoofs were replacing what he was born with.
The mulemen continued to hold Ken's changing mouth closed. Yet after and hour or so they let go and stood watching Ken's change come about. As he stood looking at his transformation in horror, a body grew into his new form. Tail sprouting caused pain. Thighs grew wide and deep stifle area now sported a large sheath. Toes were hoofs as were legs now a pair of strong hind legs.
The mulemen offered buckets of grain and water to the starving mule human. This caused the filling out of his mule body.