A spade shovel in hand and his wheelbarrow he went to work chipping out chunks of his load. Load after wheelbarrow load went from back of house to dump off the edge of his deck into a might big hole out back.
Frank Whittle a retired police detective watched with his field glasses as Kevin worked like a beaver cleaning his mess. A good neighbor to have around, but this time he would not have been too welcomed. Even Kevin ended up using his old spray paint mask to cover the stench of his mountain of horsey stuff.
It was about nine at night when Kevin broke from his work to sit down with a can of beer and rest. The hallway was cleared out and half the bathroom shoveled into the much bigger hole out back. A personal need suddenly arouse as Kevin thought to take a good manly piss, but where? The Jon was still buried in semen and so the tub. Pinching himself tight he ran for the deck and as he unzipped and let loose the rush both he and Frank saw something strange.
Kevin's maleness was much, much more than normal. The spell cast by Master DeJure and his own kooky spell had left Kevin one fine, long, black Shetland pony stallion's cock.
Frank about choked as he saw the massive cock in Kevin's hands and he turned to get his ticket book when Kevin began a true stallion ritual of open masturbation. Jerking and jumping about his deck Kevin was getting on his new and larger toy.
Then, "Hey jerk-off get your pecker in those pants!" came the yell from Frank as Kevin knew he was caught by one of Wisconsin's finest.