Like a fire inside his guts the antidote went to work. Mike stepped back giving some distance to his two fiends. Ned stood with bottle in hand as Jeb stood also watching and rubbing his balls.
Mike felt so still all of a sudden and began to stretch this way and that. His jaw felt stiff and he worked it around. The stiff feeling were making the stud Donkey feel nervous. A shake and shudder brought on cold shivers and he wondered how long his transformation might take?
Mike blinked several times as Ned and Jeb seemed to be getting shorter. Cocking his head to study the pair he tried to scream his wonderment.
A raw whinning began as Jeb stood with one arm around Ned and both had a dumb grin on their faces. Mike felt even stiffer and almost like he was gaining weight.
Then a look about proved how mean the two men could be, Mike was not changing back to being human. In fact, Ned ran back to his shop and took a bottle of Blueblood Belgium serum.
"Mike, Mike, now that's a good strong name for one fine Belgium Draft as you!" chuckled Jeb.
Mike turned his head and looked back, then down and the at the men. A whinnie roared out his much larger mouth. Jeb and Ned shook hands and Ned left the barn. Jeb walked over quite close to the now full grown and mature stallion draft horse.
"Good try young one but no cigar! Your time as a Donkey would have been far shorter than you stay as a draft horse! To be very honest, I'd think at least twenty years, maybe thirty before either you get offered your humanity or due to time as a beast you lack any remaining thought to be human again. I suspect you will accept your duties now and in say a month or two when put to stud, well your personal human resolve will just melt away!" said Jeb as he put a thick leather halter over his prize stud Belgium.
Now Mike's mental state was more mixed up than before. Turning his great body he followed the man below to his new home and stall.