While the blue rubber ring tightens around your scrotum, Chad begins
to wrap you in red latex. He starts with your right front hoof feet a
long red rubber sleeve over your foreleg. Then he inserts your left
front hoof. Then he pulls the stretchy hoodie over your head and
shoulders and down your back. He lifts each hoof and stretches red
rubber gloves over each fore hoof.
He sits down on a bale of hay, he's breathing hard from getting your
horse body jammed into the rubber hoodie. You feel so hot. Your
forelegs seem to be sinking into the ground. No they're shrinking and
changing. Your hooves splay and become human hands. The red rubber
hoodie shrinks with you. Your back half is still that of a stallion,
but you're all human from the waist up.
"Well, you're half man and half horse. Not really a centaur, more of
a Hippopodes. Oh, that's right, you go to a public school. They
probably didn't teach you about the half humans with two horse hooves-
they're called hippopodes. You look really stupid with your hands and
face down in the straw. Can't you stand up on your hindquarters?"
You try unsuccessfully and he shrugs.
"Oh, well, guess you're not a hippopodes or maybe you need to exercise
your glutes more," sighed Chad getting up, "Guess, I have to finish
dressing you."
He does what he said pulling red rubber pants one leg at a time over
your rear hooves. But instead of pulling your red pants all the way
on he first produces the blue jockstrap that you had worn when you
changed into a horse. He curses and pulls your red pants off. Then he
puts the blue jockstrap over your stallion hood. His handling of your
horsecock makes it swell, and makes it more difficult for him to fit
the jockstrap in place. Then he pulls the red rubber pants back on
you. This time he pulls it up over your swishing tail and jockstrap
clad stallionhood. Then he adds red rubber socks and shoes over your
hooves. Again you heat up, and your body shrinks. When you realize
your knees are supporting you, you stand up. You stagger slightly as
you adjust to your much heavier cock and balls. You are confused, as
you tilt your shoulders back to compensate for the huge bulge in your
tight rubber sweat pants and hoodie.
You snap open your waistband to see what's the cause of the bulge.
Your eyes bulge. Your cock and balls are still horse size, but they
are definitely human in design. You grin.
"Okay, Studmuffin," Chad says.
Your ears perk up to listen to your owner. Part of your mind screams
that you're human, you're free, no one can own you. The other louder
part of your mind, which makes you feel more secure is telling you
that you need to belong to Chad, you need to obey your master, and
Chad is your owner and master.
"Yes, Master Chad," you say in reply.
Chad grins back at you. "Carry me horsey back," he orders.
You turn around, as he slides one leg under each arm and puts his arms
around your shoulder. You feel stronger. You breathe deeply and trot
out of the barn moving as his body directs you. In about 5 minutes,
you're sure that you're running back to your high school football
field. You 20, 19 and 18 year old senior team mates are running while
carrying their Pertwee owners too.