The farm maid had just about completed the reformation process as Bob began to wake up. As he opened his eyes the sight of the sow maid took up his entire view. Sitting up with a jerk he saw the complete situation.
There taking up a third of the bed was his brothers rapidly changing face attached to the body of a healthy dark brown boar. A slim grin from his brother Ray and his last words spoken in King's English, "Bwest wishes bwother!" As the words passed his roughing lips a pair of small tusk like teeth protruded from his mouth.
"Your finished, the reformation is complete announced the Farm maid!"
"That was my brother Ray, exclaimed Bob!"
"Oh he still knows that and all your memories as a human. You see he applied for work as an employee at the Pleasure Island Amusement Farm and showed diffinate interest in Berkshire boars. The Farm ordered up a bottle of out special Swine Wine potion and ordered me to followup. Now he is one of the best looking boars we will have working on the farm."
"Working, what can he do as a boar, hogs don't do any work, just eat, yelled Bob!"
The farm maid smiled, "silly he eats and has sex with sows, his work and the basis for his continued employment is for one thing, semen production and sex!"
"Then what do I tell our parents of his new and permanant job, asked Bob?"
"Oh I was told that you had asked for reformation process too, so telling anyone about him or you won't ever be a problem. Remember you answered a questionaire and told of room 711. Instead of Swine Wine which decreases the body mass into a smaller packaged form, your reformation came as DNA charges with those hand held things. Why you slept for over ten hours and soon a Stable Maid will come and guide your big sexual equipment into the proper form and style, said the Maid."
Ray stood up on the bed feeling his new trotters.
"Come Ray your new job and our home awaits." Taking a collar and puting it about the thick neck she attached a leather rein. Ray jumped to the floor with a thud and without looking back proceeded out the room, thru the doorway, and down to the waiting stock handling vehicle.
Bob sat on the end of the bed, looking down he saw black skin on his previously white skinned thighs. The beginning of a blonde fur was sprouting and he felt his guts shifting inside.
Knock, knock, "Hello, may I come in, said a nice voice from the hallway?"
"Come ahead, called Bob not stirring from his seat!" I pretty young looking lady in a bright red jacket and white riding pants walked in making tinkling sounds from her spurs on the calf height patent leather boots.
"Hello I'm Mable the Livery Stable Equine Health Maid and I'm here to guide the reformation process. I see by the channel which you chose a personal interest in draft horse sexual relations. Our need for draft animals is rather acute. Most of those who ask for reformation want to work in the petting zoo or as mounts for the riding stable."
"I'm to become a draft horse, asked Bob shyly?"
"The best draft horse of all a Percheron and kept as in stud service too! Our stable is in real need of a prime stud draft animal. We have presently seventy eight mares and not one full sexed male stud, until you of course!"
Bob listened and sat quite still as the pretty woman undressed him to totally naked. Opening her duffle bag she began to put on laytex cloves and opened a tall jar of black cream. "This goes on better if you would stand up please, asked the Maid."
Bob stood up and was directed to stand atop a chair. Bob's head near the ceiling the Maid began to apply the hot black cream to his skin. "Your head almost touches the ceiling, I suggest you get used to it. A Percheron stallion comes to be a good sixteen hands high and your head will be quite near the ceiling from now on."
Bob shivered some from fear and some from her most sensual touching. The blackening hide was his start but the cream changed his skin to horse hide with it's first touch. The dun colored horse hair sprouted quickly and in a half hour he was horse hide and hair top to toe.
The Maid had a few injections for some animal sickness such as the old problem of West Nile Virus which by this century made the animal change it's sex and in the case of Bob he'd join the mares.
Bob stood soon with hind quarters of a colt percheron but the sexual equipment of the stallion he was to become. "How long does it take before I'm complete as a horse, asked Bob?"
The Maid smiled, "I'll get you set in the reformation process and just about complete in five hours more. Then I'll call for the farm vehicle to transport you to the stable. There during the next two weeks we will guide your bodies' growth till full mass is aquired. At that time the draft horse body will be excersied and sent out to pasture. After night and day grazing for say a month the muscle texture will be perfect. Then and only then will the manager of the Coachman Union allow you to try to mount and on occasion join three mares in a working team."
The thought of being a stallion was becoming a second nature. Accepting his loose of friends, brother, and family meant little as his bold animal form completed the final changes. Now he looked forward to a beastial form of life when only hours ago he feared the very thought.
Soon another Coachman came to the room with a full Percheron harness and a silver bit for the new prime stud at Pleasure Island Amusement Stables.