Dean hung there feeling inside him his being a human was slipping away. "What more is happening to me?" He asked in a moan of the Doc standing nearby talking with the then one guard Carl.
"Hang in there young fellow, the serums are doing some digestive track arranging, you are becoming in part a goat, and they are bovines!" The doctor said, as reminding Dean his changing into a satyr would be further than just getting the hind legs, feet, and hooves.
"How long?" Dean asked the doctor as again he felt his guts churn and his buttocks near to getting a bad cramping.
The doctor looked at Dean with a perplexed expression, as then said, "I would think with all the pains you are experiencing the question of how long would be the least of your concerns. Yet I shall answer you question. As to how long I would think your pony size cock should be somewhere close to sixteen to eighteen inches long. The girth about three times that of a normal human male. It is a toss-up guess whether your member remains circumcised, some do, while others look more the animalistic, as with a blunt end. Though the blunt end comes with a wide sensitivity flange-gland, an equine perk adding increased sexual stimulation, now does that satisfy your curiosity?"
"No," Dean moaned in reply, "What I meant to ask was for how... long will these pains... continue?"
Again the doctor stood there looking perplexed, as he answered Dean's question, "Impossible to say, as those who fear becoming an animal the changing time in long and uncomfortable. Though some as maybe like yourself who seem to want for becoming an animal, the pains fade after two hours and by eight hours they are what they were needed to become for use or sale. You are adjusting quickly, and by being a satyr your new form the changes should finish very soon. Carl will stay here with you, as I need to go check on your partner in his cell. When you see him next the two of you can sit together and converse as which got the better deal."
The doctor then walked out the holding cell with Dean there, and stood for a moment to consider maybe doing the injections to the dozen shackled people waiting as watching, fearing their fates.
"Carl," moaned Dean, "How is it, being in part an animal and working, as in service for the Park?"
"It stinks, the Park, the managerial types, the exhibitors and everybody along the lines of responsibility are always there to criticize. If they can cause someone to be disciplined, as changed then wholly into an animal form, the usual is to make them as pigs for the breeding farm. A year being a pig, it is the imprisoned pigs what go to slaughter and become hot dogs, cooked and sold at the Park. Myself, if the doctor does as he has promised and helps me, then in two weeks from now I could be a Percheron stallion, to me that compared to working as a guard would be a form of heaven." Carl said in explaining, as he talked Dean moaned long... as screamed when feeling his horn-buds stir alive in his skull, as tiny points pressed out, causing blood to trickle down his forehead.
Suddenly, Dean stiffened his spine as a pain the kind he never felt yet raced downward, stopping near his butt, as began to burn like a fire torch was pressed at his backside.
"Tail surge pain, that is what you just felt, it is nearing the last of the transformation tortures. To look at you now your thighs are goat-like flanks, as do your legs and feet look like those on a goat, though your cloven hooves seem a bit large for a usually petite satyr servant. Let me mop away the trails of blood what came from your horns erupting out the peak of your forehead. The fur of a satyr has filled in properly, thicker about the flanks and pelvic area, as a trail of fur covers the spine from that cute goat tail to your mane and a flurry of satyr fur about your head. If you look up at your arms you will note the fur grows a strip of fur from the shoulders to underarms, as along the backside of your upper arms to the elbow.
Being as what the Doc said a bovine, expect to find your human teeth to begin pushing out as goat teeth move in to replace them, it hurts a little, but the goat teeth will feel better and work well when you learn to graze.
All satyrs here at the Park learn the technique of grazing, just in case they are disciplined, or like me, ask and are gifted becoming wholly an animal. I do look forward to trotting along the Park streets and roadways. No matter that I will be a complete animal permanently, my relatives at home think I died, the Park manager sends out a legal notice of a death certificate to parents, along with a death benefit check. None ever complain and it puts a quick end to anybody coming to snoop, though if they get caught they might then meet their lost son or relative when standing in a corral."
Just then the doctor returned, he looking as a man happy with what he had seen working well to a final as bestial ending.