Now was the time when your dreams are put on a platter. I had found this woder shop and purchased what was to be the ultimate escape from human coils.
As I opened the jar a scent of tea and fine oil touched my nose. In a minute my naked body reflected back at me in the mirror. I stood looking at the fat belly which hung in all it's glory. My gut was of course a sign of the reputation I'd had as a big soda pop guzzler.
Pooling the ointment like potion in the cupped right hand I began to smooth it down one leg. The warming sensation was next as soon my entire body was creamed. Head to toe I missed not an inch, now warm began hotter till I expected to burst into flames.
Some reason I expected a little discomfort, but this was rapidly going past the word little. A head ache like none before sent pains down the spine only to flood into every body part.
If not foolish enough I saw the jar as being twothirds gone. Reaching for the jar I added water to the mixture and gulped the balance in one stupid swallow. Now my innerd's flamed too, as I watched with delight my skin turning dark, darker, and then black.
A dappled gray hair began to sprout from thighs and belly. I patted the hairy parts of me as muscle grew on legs and arms. A Shetland pony was my choice but as I watched the growth spurts suggested a might larger was to accually happen.
Snapping of joints as under the strain of reforming and forming muscles move my bones into new positions. In no time arms swivilled to be the forelegs I'd need. Feet grew very long as toes bled hornblend to make the final black hoofs.
I watched and was filled with delight knowing my humanity was soon a problem of the past. Snorting gave way to a true to sound whinnie! I felt every minute stronger of body and sensual as well.
At last the changes seemed to slow till all pain and stress was gone. I stood looking with changed eyesight at a large pony standing in my bathroom. The dappled gray body had changed with my sight to be a white, light gray, mixed in hues of red and blue. The blends of color in the human eye now showed the true beastial reason why animals are considered a lower species.
The thrill of victory came with an erection like I'd only dreamed of feeling for years before. Now a heavy shaft hung off my groin. New muscles gave me new actions to bring beastial joy from learning equine masterbation. I'd done it before when excited and thrilled with no other way to calm the need. Now there was no reason to hide my emotions or the reaction in private or in public.
Turning I looked over the new form with all the delight as if I'd just bought a new sports car. It took a few minutes before the truth struck home.
Dappled gray, black skin, a stallion for true, a pony I was not! My foreknees came to just below counter height. My head was larger than a pony, in very factual form I was a horse. A stocky stallion with large sheath well profound and visable. Large hoofs made for pulling the thought of being a medium sized draft horse seemed so right.
Pony or draft horse I was an animal now and trapped in a tenth floor apartment bathroom.