At first, Charlie discovered his dream had come true, he having become a sensual sex oriented machine. Sensation was the real charm in his everyday life. The hard work of a stable groom for the many horses and ponies belonging to his Mistress only made his new body stronger and vibrant when he mated. He began to forget his reason for coming where he got to, and of concerned parents, they wished their son to realize the mistakes of what he did wrong.
Three months and what worked in the stables did not look all like what was a young teenage male human who came to that farm to learn right from wrong. When Charlie arrived there he stood nearly six feet tall, muscular his shoulders, arms and thighs from active weight lifting he did at home. His work and the manipulation of a knowledgeable witch woman, Charlie became more of being an equine animal than his true human self.
When after four months of not a post card, phone call, or letter from son to his parents, a bold father of Charlie came to the farm looking for his son.
Arriving unannounced, the man stood looking around the farm property, luckily for him that Circe and his dear brother were enjoying their occasional time of physical communing. As the dear man walked about from one farm building to another, he finally came and did enter the stables.
Walking inside the open stables door, he heard what his trained ears knew as a stallion rutting a mare, the huffed breaths, farting, and mare grunting as her vagina felt the intrusion of a massive male equine shaft. He had worked years hence on their family owned farm, his own father making use of a strong son to do the manual laboring.
Strolling slowly along the stable center aisle, the sounds of huffing became virtually louder, but mixed with them were someone seemingly out of breath saying words of comfort to the mare being mated. It is near to something unimaginable to a person, a father, to turn the corner and when standing there looking, he sees what he could not recognize as was his son.
Hearing somebody having come to watch him at his endeavoring of pleasures, Charlie turned his head with a casual glared look, he seeing not Circe or Uncle, but his astonished father standing there seeing a horse creature rutting a mare cross-eyed.
"What in heavens name are you?" The surprised man said to what he did not know had become of his young son.
An equally surprised and beyond caring of what he might look like to his dear father, Charlie with thick muzzle lips spoke a friendly greeting to his dad, he said, "Hi pop, please excuse my being slightly attached to my general duties of farm work and stable management. Oh, ah I know what you might think about how I appear as different, well since a arrived here, my life as from became something I have come to enjoy!"
The word enjoy stuck in the mind of a father. Gawking, the man saw what he wondered if it were really his son, an animal mostly, charlie having by then the hind quarters, rump, buttocks, thighs, legs, hocks, feet and single toed hoofs, he equal in shape as size to a Welsh pony stallion. That and the fact of his changed torso, his groin sheath, pony size testicles, and of course a penis being wholly equine, It was as the man saw Charlie pull out and step away from the mare he had mated, his pony size cock hung limp but nearly two feet the length.
As by his wishing to Circe he become furry all over, the curly style of equine fur lay matted to his muscular body. He never bathed, but learned to thrill at living with the stench of his body, urine and manure he shoveled as lied with and rolled in.
Unknown by not having a mirror to see what beastly a form he had become, Charlie felt what he was as perfect to the means of life he loved living. Indeed, as his head had conformed to looking more equine, his ears having migrated to the top of his elongated head. He had a muzzle, his cheeks large as jaw grown longer, teeth replaced human teeth, granting Charlie the ability to go out with the small herd and graze or in the stables enjoy hanging a head bag of grain for him to much as he worked.
"Charlie," said his father with a questioning tone in his voice.
Charlie at that moment had fallen to standing on all fours, he dipping his head into a bucket of water and taking a drink as might a horse, stopped and took a moment of real thought as of what was doing.
Slowly Charlie raised up and with water seeping past thick lips, he stood there looking at a horrified father.
The sensation of that strange moment complicated by the retraction of his limp pony penis back up and into its relaxed place4 in the sheath, Charlie felt a bit of personal humiliation. "Gee dad, I must look a sight to you! This is what I am, and as much what I like being. You, your coming here and unannounced caught me being as what she, my lady Mistress here, she the lover of Uncle and he as hers. You and mom sent me here to learn and try to understand what in my life I wanted more, and from what I am as do here, this being as I am is what I want.
Huh, I have to admit, though for the past months each waking day presents me with new sensations and old delights, all brought together to urge me to ask of she my Mistress form her making me more like a true to form pony stallion. I would like to become lost of mind and lifestyle becoming a stallion pony. Although by what I am I live much the life of being an animal, and enjoy it. The thought of having forelegs and hoofs in place of hands intrigues me, the walking on all fours and rising upright to mate adds wonderment to the sensations. The more harsh and strained my relations with the mares of my bodily self needing to reach into a tall mare pussy...ah vulva, the sensation builds desire to mate. It becomes an intense few minutes, the kind like when we watched a football player run madly the length of the field and make a touchdown."
Just then the mare stirred, she having turned her ears to listening of the conversing, did turn her whole self. As Charlie stood there struggling to convey his feelings of being happy to his human father, the mare began licking at his sheath.
"Please stop that Sarah! Oh ah dad, you remember cousin Sarah, she that plump daughter of Uncle, mom's brother who owns this farm, well he let our Mistress rid the household of another woman. Sarah is a Palomino mare, blonde as she was when human, she I am told became a mare some seven years ago and has since dropped three healthy as very intelligent foals. Her offspring being all fillies, fortunate for me, I breed with them and her, as well with the pony mares and a student canvasser who came here, she the cute donkey jennet there in the corner stall.
Uncle breeds cattle, goats, pigs, and of course with my help, horses. Many of the mature animals used for breeding were born human and by having come here, they found peace, contentment, and sexual, sensual fun."
A stunned father stood there and mumbled the name of his lost son, he turning and walking out from the stables, got into his car and drove away never to come back and request his son come home.