You wake slowly from your slumber, feeling strange. Ugh, it must have been one hell of a bender last night, as everything about your body feels off, and wrong. You grunt deeply, unwilling to open your eyes and face the day. Your face feels puffy and heavy, and you can feel an unsettling weight on your belly. You roll over, in an attempt to fall back asleep, but the alien feeling of jiggling and wobbling coming from your chest, midsection, and belly causes your eyes to snap open. You find yourself staring at your bed, upon which sits Valerie, who is smirking deviously, and your memories of the previous day come flooding back. Dreading what you might see, you look down at yourself.
“Looks like my little pet has finally woken up!” Valerie chirps, rising from the bed, but you barely register what she’s saying. You look like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Sure, you recognize bits and pieces, but together, your patchwork body of mismatched parts makes no sense to you. Each new finding and discovery sends another jolt of astonishment, horror, and panic through your incredibly changed form. “As you can see, I’ve made some minor changes while you were out. But don’t worry! I’ve got great ideas for us going forward.” Val is still speaking, but you’re so caught up in gawking at yourself in fascination and terror to pay her much attention.
The first thing you notice is that you’re pink. Not peach-pink either, like human skin, but rather a bright, blinding hot pink. Nearly your entire body is covered with soft, downy, pink feathers. You shift uncomfortably, your feathers ruffling, as you feel so many strange, foreign sensations from your new form. You turn your neck and see that you still have your wide horse’s rump, now covered in pink feathers, and that your legs have similarly become thick, muscled horse legs, which end in plodding, black hooves, one of the few parts of your body not concealed by feathers. ‘My hind legs’ you think blearily, as you realize that you’re firmly planted on all fours and your hips don’t feel capable at all of allowing you to rise again upright. You lift one heavy hoof and stamp it down it agitation, hearing a loud ‘CLOP!’ as it strikes the floor.
Your dog tail, also now pink, still remains as well, but it has been joined by a far more eye-catching tail. A mix of long green, blue, and purple feathers jut ludicrously from your horse’s ass, looking like a peacock’s plumage. Your pink puppy’s tail droops sadly in the midst of the brightly colored feathers, pushing two of them aside. With your hot pink feathered body and magnificent plumage, you’re quite a sight to behold- one that’s far more girly and effeminate than you ever could have imagined.
Satisfied (or rather, unsatisfied) with the rear half of your form, you turn your attention forwards. You gape, mortified once more, as you see what has become of your hands. It’s hard to decipher what you’re seeing at first, but you soon figure it out. Your hands and arms have become huge, heavy pincers, looking ridiculously like oversized lobster claws that have been tarred with pink feathers. You click your enormous, awkward claws together, realizing just what you’ve lost. These giant monstrosities weren’t capable of anything! You were no longer capable of opening a door, tying a shoelace (not that you could wear shoes anyways- except maybe horseshoes), or hell, even picking up a glass of water to have a drink!
“Here, Joey, this way,” Val smiled mockingly, motioning with her arm to draw your eyes to the large mirror standing against one wall of your bedroom. Unsurprisingly, your head has changed drastically as well. Two, long curved bull’s horns point from your forehead, looking dangerously sharp. Your ears are huge, pink, and floppy, and once you spot what your nose has become, you place them. Elephant’s ears. Your nose has become a long, drooping (still pink) trunk that bobs gawkily from your face. Your mouth, now more accurately described as a snout, has elongated tremendously, and once a thin, incredibly long tongue rolls out of it nervously, you recognize it- you’ve got an anteater’s snout, of all things. Your eyes are still achingly human, the last remnants of your prior life as a normal man. They stare back at you in the mirror in revulsion and fear at what you’ve become, before you clamp them shut. You shake your head back and forth, in denial at what your eyes are telling you, but your ears and trunk flopping wildly confirms your absurd reflection in the glass.
You creek your eyes open once more, before you spot perhaps the worst additions to your body of all. Your colossal DD breasts from earlier still sit proudly on your chest, but now they’ve been joined by some… friends… no, sisters. Mortified, you see that two new sets of breasts, equally massive in size as your original pair, have joined them, giving you three sets of breasts pushing alluringly against one another and fighting for room on your chest and midsection. Beneath them, lies an even more disturbing sight, if that’s even possible. A vast, squishy udder, nearly triple the size of an individual breast, hangs heavily from your belly, pushing insistently and uncomfortably against your lowest set of boobs. Its four teats sway carelessly back and forth, nearly brushing the ground, and you can feel the unwanted, alien sensation of milk sloshing within it. Your tits and udder, like the rest of your body, are covered with and tickled pleasantly by your pink feathers. Your six, fat womanly nipples and four thick, puffy teats poke provocatively through your pink feathers, feeling cool and sensitive as they tremble, uncovered, in the open air. Beneath your heavy udder, you can just barely catch a glimpse of your vagina, twinkling almost merrily, as the feathers seem to dissipate, leaving it on show. If you thought your pink feathers and fabulous plumage made you look feminine, it’s nothing compared to the six jiggling breasts, heavy, wobbling udder, and tantalizing pussy that sit, uncovered down your front side, plain for all to see.
Your thoughts jumbled and incoherent, you look towards Valerie, ready to beg her to release you from this horrible nightmare. “BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” You cry, shocking yourself to silence as you bleat like a sheep. “Baaaaaa? Baaaaaa!” You try again, but no matter what you do, you find yourself unable to make a sound besides the animalistic bleating. “Baaaaaaaa…” you moan, piteously, taking a few lumbering steps towards your ex-girlfriend. Val clearly didn’t have function in mind when she had remolded your body- moving was difficult, and the sensations coming from your body were bordering on unbearable. Stuck on all fours, you were forced to drag yourself clumsily forward with your claws, your hooves clip-clopping with each step. Your breasts and udder shuddered and bounced with the movement, as your heavy boobs and udder jiggled this way and that. Tits rubbed pleasurably against tits on your cramped chest, and your udder continually brushed distractingly against your hind legs and bounced heavily against your lowest set of breasts. You had no idea how you were going to deal with this on a full-time basis, all these strange and unwanted feelings. Just a few steps had you feeling hot and flushed, distressingly aroused from all your wiggling flesh!
You had only moved a few feet, when you felt something pull you around your neck, preventing you from going any further. You realized you were leashed, like an animal, with a rope looped around your neck and tied to a bedpost. With a start, you realize that the leash was tied through a black latex band around your neck- the Change Glove! Although it wasn’t a glove any longer, now it was more of a… collar. “Don’t fret too much, Jonny, I got big plans for us,” Val chimed in suddenly. “Everyone in the country’s gonna want to come and see a creature like you! Hell, maybe I’ll sell you to a zoo,” she finished menacingly. You bleat again, in distress, as you realize your potential fate. Sold, like an animal, and paraded in front of millions of people in your ridiculous, humiliating new form! “Baaaaaaaa…” you cry, overcome with emotion, as you waver unsteadily on your feet. You fall, painfully, on your belly, crushing your six tits and hefty udder beneath you. “BAAAAAA!” You bleat, this time in pain, as you feel a spurt of milk suddenly release from one of your thick teats.