Stan was the first to break away from our group, he getting a ride on the beer wagon drawn by four beautiful big Jutland Danish bred horses.
At the unloading ceremony, Stan offered to help hold the horse from making and unnecessary moving as the kegs were lifted off the wagon by a crane.
Holding the Jutland breed of horse by the halter, the hairy cheek of one lust loving mare draft horse did touch ans stroke the hand of Stan.
A host of strange sensations invaded Stan, he felt his nose twitch, and how he could smell and sense the mare he stood near felt her first signs of going into estrus.
The unloading finished, and sick looking Stan rode back to the brewery where he dismounted the wagon. Sick to his stomach, Stan stumbled into the stables, and there fell face down into the soiled straw of a stall.
Busy times about the brewery, and Stan was not missed by his friend, he thought Stan feeling ill, had walked home.
Stan did not go home, he lay passed into the black void, his body infected from the touch of that Jutland mare. As he lay there passed out cold, his body changed, legs became as hind like legging, feet grew much longer, and human toes melted int a single, solid toe, and hoof on each leg.
For Stan, as he laid there out cold the sensation of being horny and wanting of sexual pleasures never really began. He changed in a calm and orderly fashion, his clothing ripping away as the torso lengthened, swelling and rib cage increased to something sizable.
Maybe Stan had dreams of his being a stallion Jutland horse, but something in the elixir kept all of us who changed, from exceeding the size of animal relatively close to the same weight we were when human.
Stan was a line backer for the football team in high school and as well in college days. He weighed about 225 lbs. when standing on the gym scale and butt naked. His being of such weight and according to having touched an animal several times his size and weight, he awoke to finding himself as a Jutland colt, and young enough to wean.
When the horses came back to the barn, the one mare who liked Stan, let the colt lip nibble at her teats, the sucking out of what little milk she made, made for more, more, more and more.
Days and weeks passed as Stan, obviously excited about his new self, did wean and stood trying hard to masturbate, if only to walk all around the farm pasture with his horse sized pecker out in a stiffened state of an erection.
Maybe it was the weaning, Stan would when with a special girl for a night liked to nipple suck. His horny horse self would likely find the nursing on a teat as something extra sensual. Likely too, the way he could walk everywhere and let his erection waggle and flagging side to side, might of offered him the thrill daily to keep growing and ultimately he joined the stable as a yearling colt, bred with the plan in time for him to be the prime Jutland stud.
Sadly somewhat, but two of the friendly four musketeers never returned home from their night at the festival.
You admit that for their families and various caring friends, the loss of Stan and Kevin were a real heart jerker. Jerking they did a lot, Kevin daily and nightly he would jerk off with either Suzie his doggish mate, or on Angela, his owner, master, and mistress.
Stan, a year after he had the consignment of being a yearling colt, did begin his jerking sessions, well able then to masturbate equine stallion style, and allowed to work on his technique, mating with donkey jennets to make some mules for the Amish farms in the county.
You visited the farm where Stan resided, meeting him you used his human name and he responded to it, seemingly content and happy to get up everything he had or could become as when human.
Your looking at him and of what he is and does, had you touched an pony or horse too, the being permanently as some stallion and stud horse would be worth selling your soul.