"Go down on all fours"
You find this to be an odd comand, but you ignore the nagging voice in your head. Instead you slowly move to all fours, hands and feet on the ground, eyes never off of the disk.
"There we go, isn't that good?" The husky voice says, "Doesn't it feel natural to be in this position?"
You nodd your head slowly, even though the nag is still telling you something is wrong. You continue to ignore it though, and even begin to wish you had a way to make it stop all together.
"It's so much better to be on four legs rather then two, isn't it?" The husky voice suggests, rather then asks.
"Yes" You say with a passion that you didn't know you had, "It's better to be on four hooves then two legs" Where hooves came from you don't know, but both your hands and feet feel stiff as soon as you finnish speaking.
"Your clothing doesn't fit your new four legged stance though" The voice says, "Clothing are pointless, human garments. Why should you wear them, when all they do is restrict your movement and hide your natural body?"
Seeing the logic in this, you attempt to remove your clothing. Your shirt is removed easily with your teeth and some body shaking, but your pants do not come nearly as easy.
"Get off" You say to your self as you try to shake them off. "Get off of meee-haw! Hee-haw hee-haw" The fact that your speech has degraded into breying doesn't bother you in the least as you begin to buck and kick your pants off. Finaly, the tiresome garments pool as your ankles, and you walk out of them. Your boxers are gone, destroyed by you erect, and much larger, cock.
"Very good" The voice says, "Now continue on to the next area" The wheel then stops.