The pair of well muscled rams stood consoling the other in a large wood line stall in a barn. The bodies they wore had strange lusting desires and soon Jason began to mount over Bret's back.
Robert had a visit from Frank one late night as he lay strapped to a bed still in the Foundation's hospital. He was not able to speak as his voice was all but gone to a high pitched squeal. As Frank stepped close Robert saw the fuzzy top of Frank's head and his now pointed ears.
A try to greet his brother came out as a gutteral sound and ended as a squeal that could raise the dead. "Quiet brother, lest one of those bastard Orderly type come in here! Oh Robert, do you know what I am seeing?" asked Frank.
As Frank pulled the thick covers off Robert he gasp! In front of him was the plain sight of a boar hog like one of their Tamworth type they raised at the farm. It was Robert's duty on the farm to take care of the prize winning hogs he bred for shows.
Sharp course bristles thickly covered Robert's entire body. His chest was all hog in form as his forelegs and cloven trotters were tied together, unable to move them seperately. His bulged sides suggested he was being feed to gain size.
A grin appeared for a second on Frank's face only to be wiped from it by Robert's growl. The gentialia Robert now sported had a large sheath with no doubt as big a hog's penis as the boar Robert once owned. His balls were massive and pushed between the hoggish thighs.
Robert's legs were still somewhat human but the signs of boar and hog were everywhere. Frank pulled the covers back over Robert's embarressed naked body. "I'm sorry brother but it looks as if we are all doomed to be animals for Mr. Hopper!" said Frank.
The two stayed together till almost dawn when the sounds of the orderly's footsteps were heard making morning rounds.
Frank returned to his room just before the Orderly came in to check on their Flux injection and any additional changes. Alex was about crazy with wonder and worry as he nagged Frank for not telling him where he was going.
Frank and Alex sat together as the twins they were. Both continued to look alike as the Flux changed their forms. Stiff fingers enterlaced with his brother's they sat thinking of fun together on the family farm. The tears flowed as they both looked at the other.
Their skin was son black it was unsettling. A thick course dark brown hair had covered them from head to toe. Ears had moved higher on the skull as the face elongated. A short fuzzy mane was growing from between the ears and ran down the back to the broadening necks.
Wimpering they saw the signs of animalism making it's way down their legs. Feet were very long now and solid black hoofs adorned the end of each foot. Their thighs had broadened and made them walk about their room crouched. As eight year old boys the wonder of sex had not till now even come to mind.
As they would now sit or stand their mind would think of enjoyable times in their short life. The animal reactions to such joy and desire produced the donkey cock from it's black sheathed home. Indeed they knew donkey's from other farms nearby and they knew full well that was what the two of them were to become.
Frank looked at Alex, "If we become Donkeys together I would be willing to be a Donkey so long we stay together!" said Frank.
As the two hugged the other their embrace was pushed apart be two stiff black Donkey cocks.