Nate's crotch seemed to erupt with dark flesh, his testicles dropping into orange-sized gloves in a smooth black sack. At the same time, a heavy sheath formed around the base of his penis, which thickened and lengthened into a heavily-veined black shaft more than two feet long and a good six inches thick. The head was flatter than a human's, pulling out of a foreskin to reveal its amazing length.
The transformation team grabbed the harness and settled it around Nate as he stared at himself, then stepped back as the red-haired leader grinned and tugged on something hanging from the harness itself. Nate gasped as he suddenly expanded, inflating like an emergency raft. Except that this raft was horse-shaped, and quickly assumed the expected equine shape under the polished leather straps. In under a minute, Nate had gone from human to centaur, his upper body gaining muscle and size to match the proportions of his huge and beautiful Clydesdale stallion's body.
Thanks to the attentions of the guy with the brush, the young man's head and face were very horsey and would have looked almost freakishly ugly on a normal human. However, the pushed out face and wide-set eyes under protruding brows and a sunken forehead all added to the overall equine look. Nate grinned as he looked back at himself, taking a few experimental steps. "This is too awesome! It feels like I was born this way!"
The team leader grinned. "Yes, that's part of the transformation package for working stallions. You'll find you have the knowledge and memories of a 5-year old stallion added in to your human memories. Of ocurse, there's a down side - your intelligence is going to end up averaged out between the horse and what you had as a human."
"Huh?" The obvious dull-witted confusion got a laugh from the audience. Nate screwed up his face in concentration. "Uh, you mean I not gonna be as smart as I was?" That got another laugh.
"Got it on the first guess!" Nick also laughed. "Oh, and one more important note on horses. How old are you, Nick?"
The centaur had to think hard and use his fingers. "Uh, 22."
The Game Show Host turned to the team leader. "You might want to let him in on the other down side."
The red haired guy grinned and nodded. "Right! Well, Clydesdales live an average of 22 years, and you are five years old now. So you'll die of old age when you're about 40. Well, we'll put you down when you get too bad."
This got through Nate's dulling mind, and he yelped "What?!"
Nick chuckled as the team gathered up thier things and the leader walked over to take the lead attached to Nick's harness. "Don't worry, folks. There's a good chance young Nate here will forget all about his now much shorter life span." He looked back at the confused centaur as he was led off stage. "Maybe that spin wasn't so lucky after all!"