Dear Aunt Jane,
I was very much thrilled to tell you of being contacted by a Professor Beaker here at college. He has offered be a position with great authority. I am to say the least now ubderstand where Father get's his prize animals and why he treats them as almost human, since that is what they were!
Appaulled, is the real feeling I have when one see's young of old people degress from humanity. I shudder to think what they go through as the serums take effect. The mental pains which at first cause hysteria. Then the muscle contractions as the bodies grow to new proportions. The screams for mercy as hands form hoofs or change into claw armed paws. My real feelings have been told to Father and since got back to the Professor.
It was just last week Thursday when I recieved a letter from Father. His personal condamnation toward me and my feelings was well just plain damning. Since Mother passed away suddenly just after I came to the U.S.A. and college, he has been ever so difficult to converse with at all! It was in one letter when Father mentioned Mom's plan to be leaving him due to his lust for becoming the owner of England's finest Stud farm. He opened up and made an odd statement about Mom.
I pondered the statement for some time till when logging in a name and personal info for a test subject, the statement fell into place. Father had said, "She sapping my strength, may she be sapped in her next life!"
As I schedule test after test and day after day see those people who come here willingly accept the serum and begin a journey my mind shudders. It was seeing the dozen or so test programs for animal husbandry that I spotted the one and only thus far programed test of Soft Maple Enhancement.
A click of the mouse made me first very angry and after reading notes of conversations between Professor Haun and Father he was a traitor to me. It mentioned a radical serum called Maple Fiber Cell Inhibitor.
Then as the only test subject I saw Mom's name and that date when Father notified me of her passing. "Damn Him!" Mom' did not die as he said but was consumed by the serum making her from living tissue to that of wood fiber. "She Sapped him!" he said in his letter, well by next year his grounds keeper will insert the pipe for him to tap her for Maple sap.
My Mother is now a Maple tree planted and growing on out front lawn. My Father is far more than a plain monster in my eyes! I told him of what I found and he called me a simple minded Ass. This is why I have begun to write you at this late date.
Professor Haun had dumb little consideration for a test subject once they had signed the liability waviers. This Doctor or rather Professor, Doctor Beaker has even less feelings for those in the experiment program. It was when he came to me and asked for my personal help which he said would make my Father smile.
The Professor and Father are now smiling and I am their reason for delights. I was injected and now rest in my cell. Father called me a simple minded Ass and the professor said laughingly he'd make sure I filled Father's personal wishes.
To be in time a male Ass is not the future I was of fond hope to spend my life! I'm told that my experience will be one of a long duration and thus my memories and thought patterns will remain almost untouched by those of the Jackass I'm doomed to become.
Professor Beaker comes often to check on my progress and has informed me that Father purchased the DuFoniger farm with ultimate plans of making a Mule stud. He tells me that my own Father plans for me to be the prime stud male Ass. I'm to say the very least not thrilled at this calamity.
The good professor allows me to write to you since your for one are also part of this their testing animal husbandry. I still can't believe all those people who sign their lives away to join the world of animals. I saw an old web page which has grown to be in my mind the seed to which they have sprung a massive tree. It was called Choose Your Own Change and made the same suggestions as to people wishing for bondage and animal life?
One really ponders their thinking when men have fought and died for these people to live free. They in turn now free wish to be bound in
leather straps and treated as if born into being a brute beast. I have seen those who beg for being granted rank sexual status in herds of horses, cattle, swine, goats, sheep, and God knows how many other wild type beasts. I watched as those in the program degrade from human mental thought patterns to instinctive and learned action to reaction giving up individualness'.
Now it is my turn to discover the pain and agony as those who were accepted into the experiment program before me. I'm into my second week of Ass Enhancement as the Professor writes on his bullitin board. I hope some day that Father is so proud of me that he might join me in being a stud animal too!
With All My Love,
Andrew