Fascination with the possibilities does not stop the mind from remembering things needed to get done, one which seems urgent; your girlfriend plans to breed her mare that night with a chosen stallion, she wanted some "KY" jelly to sooth the manner of entry.
Constantly writing notes, Dave takes a scratch pad and scribbles a note:
"Mating horses tonight, need "KY" for one big stud"
David ventures toward home, his driving soon becomes impaired as his feet do not touch the foot pedals correctly.
He denotes other people eying him with some strange reactions, it unnerves him some, but he drives onward.
The closer he drives toward the Equine horse play store, the more his manner of driving becomes erratic and faulty.
In a near fit of rage at how foolish he is driving, David clamors out of his car and stands feeling very stiff, he begins to do stretching exercises.
The stretching only excites things in his nether regions and looking around for peering eyes at the rest stop, David wanders off into the bushes. He thinks his basic idea is to take a forceful whiz, but upon unzipping his slacks pop open and fall to pool about changed legs and ankles.
Heels are then the hocks of a fast maturing horse. his feet grow long, toes meld into a solid hoof; he he stands just marveling all that happens.
Human skin changes to a thicker, tougher, weatherproof black hide. as soon a smooth layer of horse hair grows, spreads, and covers the changing stud.
Fear and horror are replaced by a lagering hunger to feel his then larger male shaft sunk deep and ready for thrusting. The panic of want spurs on change, until a person at the rest stop took this picture of a stallion horse feeling unbelievable glee.
Knowing only his deep seeded inner need for to mate, David rushes away.