The strength and mass of the Shire body felt terrific, and the heavy, huge male organs promised great things to come. Mike twisted around and looked at himself. He was a beautiful glossy black stallion, the biggest horse he had ever seen. Powerful, obviously a prized stud. He had no voice, no hands. And this was just a game anyway, right? He might as well see what it was like to really be a horse.
He had to force himself to relax as the equine mentality began to creep over his thoughts. Memories were getting confused - he could remember being a little boy, but also being a foal. Was his mother the sandy-haired woman in a blue dress or the huge black Shire mare with full udders?
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea - what if Ty was wrong? Mike decided he would hang on to... what? The big stallion shook its head and snorted, trying to remember what it had been thinking about. There was a fading thought, something about two legs instead of four, but it flickered out. The human that had been Mike was now totally a young Shire stallion.