I remember that night so well, it's like the taste of Jay's semen still coats my mouth. The thoughts of sucking his massive horse cock, the very thing I would have enjoyed myself!
Now I can only remember fainting glances of people as they passed me as the process went along. A strange process as I think of it, as Frank Marquette would have a dark horse stand near to me. He then would step behind a lead shield and I'd hear a low hum. Each time the horse would suddenly fold it's legs crashing to the floor.
I was strapped down in different positions which would allow the Gamma rays to pass threw the horse and impress it's ingrahams into my cell structure. As each treatment passed I felt stronger and stronger.I know that my body was in a growth spurt as with each treatment more of me was gone and more became equine.
I was well along when one afternoon I heard voices in anger. One was Frank Marquette and the other a voice I should recognize but the name slipped from my memory. Then angry words and screaming of pain or fear, but I can't tell you what or who it was.
One morning when Frank had me strapped to a verticle table as he shaved my hoofs to the correct contours, a voice talking to me I suddenly remembered.
Looking about the person stepped into my field of vision, it was Sam!
I tried to greet him as one would do with a friend but words were not in me anymore. He spoke to me with a kind voice that made me feel calmer than normal.
It was pleasing to see him! He stood hunched over as he touched my face. I think of him often standing there his thick wooly brown hair covering his shoulders and chest. The bold toothy grin of his big slab like teeth as he spread those black fuzzy lips. An occasional snort from his nostrils made me think of Jay Barstow again.
The strangest part of our meeting is that with our first meeting he didn't seem to be as muscled and heavy shouldered. Our short meeting was quickly put to an end as Frank poked Sam with a sparking rod.
As weeks became months my body felt all so normal to me, even though the memory of a human form waned in my thoughts. It was one of those special days as I was released to wander the pasture. I kicked up my heels as I pranced about the many big horses. The love I've had for those great beasts was now mine to enjoy first hand.
Odd looking back that I would so easily accept the total change of lifestyle and form. Something Frank said about taking one step at a time and making the victim accept his or her situation a little at a time. Then as the person's mind fades the horse instincts and sensual feelings overide ant opposition. The person's mind thins like water paint mixed with clear water. The learned opinions and morals fade into a free lifestyle of play, grazing, and procreation.
As I stood by the fence one hot afternoon the sight of a truck hauling away a kicking and lowing Bison comes to mind. I thought to myself how I pitied that poor beast. How it was suffering as it was bonced along in that truck and had no idea where it was going.
I seemed to have fallen away from any collected thought for a long time after that. The daily sight of Frank with a new person or two coming to see me and touching my parts. Dull were my thoughts as the sun came up he grazed till it got hot. The herd moved to a dying tree to lay or stand about swishing our tails over each other's face to keep the flies away.
As the sun went down we were rounded up and moved to stand in muddy corrals for the night. Safe we were from how know's what but we did as expected in our pattern of life.