Again as with Sean, Ken now had an lust to eat himself into a different form. His stablemates filled buckets with grain and water. The water buckets each recieved a full ration of Wild West Remede. Eating was all Ken could think about, yet as he ate things changed.
After four hours in walked Mr. Flycatcher. Smile on his face he stepped up to a colt Mule and stroking his hand along smooth muscle looked back at the Mulemen. "I'm pleased Ken you have followed instructions well. I see before me a colt mule."
Bending down another broad smile, "Well my boy your testicles made it through the change. So I have a future stud mule, rare but worth a lot of money to a breeder farm."
Ken looked at the man, his transformation so new that his mind had not degressed, Ken understood what was being said. Snorting, Ken shook his head as a YES and agreed he was happy to be a male stud mule.