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The lights in the room were all bright, focusing down on Franky at the center of the sphere. As his eyes slowly opened he tried to look about. But once he realized how he was being held still, he started to panic, his heart pounding non-stop. "What is this? Help me! HELP ME!" He was wearing some kind of lycra like suit, though on him it still looked a little loose. Struggling to look down with some weird long head piece strapped to his head, it almost looked like a muzzle for some kind of horse, a metal bar where the mouth would be. His butt was firmly pressed up against some kind of metal pole, a leather strap going up tightly between his ass crack like some kind of thong, circling around his waist with a hole where his tail bone was. The thong wrapped around to his cock, where some kind of black rubber shaft was holding is painfully hard eight inch dick in place. His balls were being cradled by some kind of leather pouch, yet this too was not small enough to fit him, like it was meant for something bigger. As he looked down past the bottoms of his yes, he noticed he was about half a foot off the air, his toes were uncomfortably stuffed into a strap, forcing them to point downward. A metal bar around his neck, waist, and knees kept him in place, along with a leather X over his chest. Biting his lip, he retained a moan as he felt his cock jump and shoots a thick load of pre onto the black floor of the shadowed room, his nibbles hard and throbbing. He couldn't see past the circle of light, but he was sure the bastards who did this to him were still watching.

Though he was bound to the pole, Franky could still move his arms and hands. Feeling along the suit, he noticed a slight pinch when he moved. Gasping, he slowly moved his hands around his back until he felt something like a cold metal washer, dug into his back. "What are you going to do to me?" His shouts went unanswered, but he was sure he was about to become some kind of test subject in an experiment. His curly brown hair was covered in sweat because the room was so hot. It ran down from his hair to al over his shaved soccer stud body. All of a sudden there was a whirling sound and three robotic arms with needles on the end slowly approached him through the light. His brown eyes jumped from one to the other. Two from above approached the strange plug over his heart and the one hidden between his ass and his balls. The third slowly inched towards one on his spine. Franky panted, "No, no, no, NO!" A pathetic scream of pain left his throat, his endurance for the penetration low. The arms vibrated rapidly as they started to pump something into his body, whatever it was, was making him jerk and twitch, thrusting his hips hard and sending globs of cum into the air. "Ungh, stop it!" Grabbing a hold of the arm pushing into his chest, he furiously tried to push it away. Feeling his face twitch and his eyes bulged. "What's happening to me? Stop it!" Still holding onto the machine, Franky tried to cry out, to shout so loud, but the muscles around his neck were bulging. Steam rose from his body as his fingers tightened around the machine pumping whatever the stuff was into his body. Three more squirts of cum shot out of his dick until finally his arms bulge and popped, muscles becoming ripped as he twisted the machine until it shattered, falling to the floor in pieces.

Franky body contorted and squirmed, his muscles bulging, every fiber of his body feeling like an orgasm at one time, and then hot pain at another. Snarling, he looked over his body as he watched it transform. Several pops came from his jaw and he watched with a few bellowing grunts as it stretched painfully out until his lips were forced to fold over the metal bit. With a few whimpers, he felt along his body as it changed beneath his touch, going from an average soccer player, to a massive body builder, three times the size and girth of any average human. Even with the bit in his mouth he still manages to naturally flap his lips like a stud in the pastors. As his eyes stretched into big dark orbs, he watched as his lips became dark but thicker, his nostrils expanding along with his face. His front canine like teeth were clattering against the bit so much they easily came loose and fell to the ground before being replaced with thick blocky ones. Tears of pain ran down his cheek as they pushed into his over grown gums.

His cries of anguish filled the room once the cracking of his toes started. Hyperventilating, his new eyes widened, forced to watch with his right eye as his big toe got blocky and merged with the toe next to it, turning thick and black before it hardened into the half of a hoof. Neighing with pain, his legs cracked and twisted until his ankle was up in his calf, he smashed his newly forming hoof into the stone floor, causing it to crack under his incredible strength. Shaking his head, the seventeen old horse whinnied joyfully as an overwhelming feeling of bliss passed over him. Thrusting his hips forward again and again, his cock jumped and each time it did, it grew another inch. And then another, and another, his balls swinging about, becoming bigger and baggier until a musky brown horse sac hung between his legs. The smell of his own body odor filled his big brown nostrils; it affected his mind so much he was forgetting who he was. He so desperately tried to keep the images in his mind as they slowly slipped away. He questioned who his mother was. Is she the woman with long brown hair? No, the mare is my mother. In his head he would see the image of a female human shift to that of a full grown female horse. It was the only thing that made sense.

A sharp pain at the bottom of his spine brought him out of his daze, throwing his butt back hard against the pole. Grinding his butt hole into it, he whinnied and kicked, thrusting his hips back as he tried to get rid of the pressure building up in his ass. Licking over the bit in his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head as he pushed with his bowels. But he was dropping anything; his stud of a tail was blooming out of his flesh, wet from the change as it sprouted long, curly brown horse hairs that matched the long mane forming down his bulky neck. Exhaling thick gusts from his big nostrils, he reached up to take the curly locks into his hoof finger tips. Examining it, he found it odd because it looked nothing like his equine mother's. Letting his mane fall, he looked down to his remaining human foot. Sucking through his teeth, the change didn't hurt as much this time as he watched his toes disappear and his other hoof take its place.

The horse-man's head turned an opening door just as his ears turned pointed at the top of his head. A tall man who dressed like a scientist walked in front of the pole Franky was bound to. In a low pitched voice he said, "You are known as subject number one, reply." Franky made a fist with his muscular hands, the thick veins along his meaty arms were straining, "My names is Franky! I'm a fucking human being, I got to high school, I play soccer, I have..." The horse's face contorted as he suddenly forgot what he was going to say. "I have..." The scientist quickly interrupted, "You are an animal. Your name is subject One!" Franky neighed loudly, spraying slobber from his equine snout, "My name is Franky!" A man up in the observation booth pushed the speaker system, "Let it be Doctor..." The scientist then asked, "What is your purpose?" Franky desperately tried to say he was human again. He tried to saw all the things he said before, but the only thing he could remember was standing in a field or a barn, naked in his new mightier form, enjoying his freedom as an animal. But he also remembered the fucking. All the glorious mares he could want, thrusting his hard phallus meat up some mare whore's slippery wet cunt. A horse whinny and a human grunt left his throat, a thick glob of warm horse cum dripping from his quarter sized piss slit. Speaking past the bit in his mouth he rumbled, "I want to mate..."

To Be Continued