Nervously the young man lay back in the old Adirondack type of chair. The broad back and wide armrests made him wonder just what was going to happen?
"Don't you want to know my name or something?" asked the young man.
"Name? Oh maybe just a first name so that when you have made the switch to animal your owners will not get you all mixed up, what is your name?" asked the Proprietor.
"Tye, short for Tyeson!' replied the Youth.
"Tyeson, a fine and very good sounding name for a young man or a male animal!" agreed the Proprietor.
Sitting and working his young butt into the old chair Tye then asked the big question once more, "What is that stuff doing to me?"
"Well you want to change back in three years yes? So if I gave you something which would shrink you into some animal form it would be nye unto impossible to grow you back into your normal human self. I'd think say if you were a Squirel then when reversed you might become a circus sideshow midget! So if one grows bigger than their original form it makes everything rather simple to shrink back into what they were or maybe some other fun form, see my point?" said the Old Man with a small grin.
"I'm to get bigger but it still doesn't say into what? What will I be?" asked Tye now shaking as he was itching.
"I'm a careful old man and know what could come if you were allowed to spead your seeds around out of personal pleasuring! So being wise and for your best interest in three years I choose a strong and large male Mule!" announced the Old Man with a smile.
"What a fucking sterile male mule how could anyone have any good fun that way, damn it!" cried Tye as he slammed his fist into the chair's arm surface.
"Oh no, oh no, your ability as a male animal will be quite profound! A Mule has the male member equal to some draft horses! The main difference is that you won't be spreading your semen about! The semen in testicles left as partly human enough to change back into human would spread human and animal semen all to once. Now think of what those near you might think of you if some colt was born with a human head or other human parts? Why they'd have you killed and desected in no time at all! Instead your testicles can regrow later and meanwhile as a verile male Mule you might pleasure yourself much but without any danger of being discovered, see?" said the Old Man.
Tye was busy shaking his head as feeling like it was made of concrete. Itching maddly he was totally taken by the discomfort of hairs sprouting and his skin changing into Mule hide.
The Storekeeper yet an eye one Tye as his arms, legs, and posterior were fast changing. As he watched he also was calling a friend and one time beastly customer at the Pine Ridge State Prison.
"Sam, Samson the Mighty One, this is your ole' friend Lowhu Sou Chein!" announced the old man.
"You, I told you not to call me here and never use the name Samson the......well never call me that again! Now what in blazes do you what from me?" asked the head Prison Services Manager.
LowHu told him of a young man in trouble for a quick and stupid act. He told him of what the young man chose willingly and wished to be kept in a prison but as one of the working animals. He reminded Sam of his big time trouble and how he helped him escaped a hit man from the Society of the Black Hand. He brought back memories of Sam working at the Boston Bob's Circus as a fine Percheron stud. He reminded Sam how he lived and worked till the death contract was laid to rest after only seven years. Now he had a young man named Tyeson and he was willing to work inside and outside the prison as a strong male Mule for three years.
It was agreed that Sam would send a livestock trucking company over to get Tye when he was fully formed and ready. The Old Man looked over to Tye who was rapidly finishing his transformation of body into a colt Mule first.
Tye stood up and walking in circles had strange feeling mixed with instinctive thinkings. The Old Man saw Tye's rapidly degrading mind in action common to most animals. A piece of string made for one small halter as Tyeson was led out back to a pen which held many a animal such as himself.
Meanwhile back at the Prison Sam had finished calling the Lawson County Stock Company and asked for a truck to pickup a colt Mule. Then leaning back in his chair he had memories rushing back from those years when he was under saddle.
Fond memories of Michelle the acrobat who danced and jumped on or off his broad back while he pranced around the center ring. The feelins of personal joy he had just from her scent let alone his own normal pleasures a stallion Percheron enjoys with the mares working beside him. It was a quick and sobbering feeling he had when a roaring hot stream filled his pantleg.