Stan was in uforia as he nibbled the blades of grass. His human mind now shut and locked away the instinctive thought processes of a stallion pony now ruled the day. A nice size back yard it had a fountain and Lilly pond for water. Chemlawn Company had done a fine job of making the grass green and lush. A six foot high board fence acted as one private corral, Stan had all he needed except a mare!
One day then two, three, four and so on as it was a week later when Barrett drove into the driveway. Suitcase in hand he walked thru the rear gate and was quickly standing face to face with one horny pony.
A quick dash to the rear deck and in the house went Barrett. Turning he looked out at the back yard nibbled to the black earth and spotted in large piles of horsey doo.
Looking around the house he found no notes but was wondering why his Father's clothes were everywhere. A quick step upstairs heard the computer still a whirling. Setting down in the chair he looked at the wierd screen full of suggestive body parts and resulting changes to be made.
Hitting the enter key to save the last program run he wandered back into the Chronivac opening statements.
+++++++++++++++++++++ For Personal HOME use Only +++++++++++++++++++
CHRONIVAC 4.0 it the finest bio-techinic modifier on the market today. As with the use of this program and accompanied by our Emitter/Scanner the customer can enjoy rich fun filled days and nights. "Your every wildest fantasy is now laid out before you!"
Barrett read and read more of the total offering by this strange program. A check of the History section under Tools not only brought the parameters chosen by Stan but also final form drawings.
As he read and looked the Donkey form of his Father played onto the computer screen. Then the Satyr form and on the same choosen options a seperate picture of his Mother's face overlaid a dark woolen covered nanny goat. Then with the click of a next button he saw his Father's newest disgrace a pony/mule combination.
Barrett wondered why his Father had not changed back at the end of the determined 72 hour figure until he read the Help screens.
"Idiot old man, stupid of him to plan something like this and not read all the instructions!" grumbled Barrett. Indeed Stan had only thought of personal lusty pleasures and not that he needed to go under the emitter to change back, thus for home use only!
First and paramount was to coax his horsey Daddy upstairs and get him under the emitter's rays. Checking the basement he found some rope worth of making a noose and rein to coax the animal inside. A scurry happened as one free minded pony had no desire to go where Barrett was leeding.
Tugging at the rope Stan was not being very willing yet Barrett a healthy sized young man had determination. At last upstairs he repositioned the emitter to a higher point and standing back let the rays spread over his Father's hide.
The computer whirled and spun as due to the extended time past 72 hours Stan's pony stallion - Jackass form was almost to the permanent stage. Slowly his contours returned then quicker and faster he regained humanity. At last naked as a Jaybird he stood quiet and sullen standing before his whitty Son.
"My Dad the big dic!" said Barrett.
Slowly Stan's human mental facilities returned. The crude words of Barrett were only very slowly gathering meaning as he leaned forward straining to hear with human ears.
"You Jerk! You changed Mom into a goat, where is she, what did you do with her?" yelled Barrett being more and more disturbed.
"Sun..Sunrise Farms... I let her loose at that farm to be the goat she begged to remain! Hell I did as she asked, she had her own mind about what she wanted! She' at least is not being humiliated by their own offspring!" groaned Stan.
Barrett was beside himself, how to get her back and how to change her back was no simple task as that his Father erased her base factors. Then his Dad and what to do with him while he got to Mom?
Stan folded up indian style on the floor. Grumbling about his fun being ruined by Barrett he made little sense. "I was very happy as that pony!" Stan grumbled.
Barrett could see no other way and sitting down at the computer he brought up the last program his Father entered. A change here and twittle there and he chuckled to himself.
"OK Pop, till Mom gets back here I'll let you play!" said Barrett.
Stan stood up and peered at the screen. "What?" he yelled as the emitter's green light flooded over him.
On the screen in bold letters ARDENNAIS / STALLION / MATURE SEVEN YEAR OLD STUD / DURATION: 365 DAYS / MENTALLY ALERT WITH ALL HUMAN MEMORY INTACT /SEXUAL PREFERANCE: N.A. /INFECTIOUS LEVEL: "0"/Enter!
"Don't worry Pop I'll get you a good stall at some farm which breeds draft animals like you! One full year and maybe by then Mom will be right and your life insurance will pay off. Then if Mom OK's it I'll bring you under the emitter, if not then learn to enjoy your "Big Dic!" said Barret as the hide and hair was spreading over Stan.
The next morning early a Humane Society truck pulled up and with much a'do Stan was loaded. "Don't worry I found a draft horse breeder that was happy to get his type. They breed Boulonnais, Suffolk Punch horses, this one will find a lot to do there, I assure you!" said the driver.
Alone for a moment Barrett stuck his face close to on big stallion dripping saliva from his nervous mouth. "Bye Dad, your a real big dic now!"
Barrett climbed into Stan's SUV and was soon off to the Friendly Sunrise Farm and Mom.