Over done
By: Kevin Rooste
Series 2006

“…This product makes no claims or warranty as to its usage, but reminds the purchaser to use proper caution when using this product, as excessive applications may cause side effects. If rash, excessive spreading hair growth, muscular abnormalities, or skin pigment variations occur, please call our company Hot Line, the phone number is printed on the cap of each bottle.”

Tim was like so many men of maturing years, as they feel an anxiety and sense of apprehension every morning they need to look into a mirror. The crow feet about the eyes, wrinkles, and the greatest stigmatism of all, the receding hair line showing the first stages of male pattern balding.

He, like so many vain men thought to try just about anything to halt the onslaught of becoming bald. Tim told his wife how he cringed when they shopped at the grocery store, the melons reminded him how in a few years his head would be smooth and to his eyes, ugly.

All the valiant hopes fell dashed upon the rocks of despair as he tried salves, lotions, pills, sprays, nothing worked and he was getting frantic. His ongoing quest had him seeking out different products offered on the high risk end of the Internet, where claims abound and reality is but in the mind of the sucker. Tim took note of an advertisement he saw on a web page while doing some research on his favorite quest. Sunrise Research Foundation offered to men having the early signs of balding a purely experimental product. Their domain page offered an application and allowed Tim to use his credit card to pay the token amount, while allowing quick receipt of the product, and the personal privacy most desired when doing something dealing with vanity.

The company offered a money back guarantee if their product did not grow more hair, offering to rejuvenate lost hair, and increase the skin to become
more than fertile for supporting expansive new hair growth.

Tim applied for the product and cringed at the price of a cool thousand bucks.

Two days came and went but nothing came in the mail. Grumpy and out of sorts, Tim sat around thinking himself to have been screwed by the advertisement. On the forth day after he applied the package came to his house with a knock from the local postal delivery person. As he delivered the package into Tim’s hands, he remarked about the address being his but was addressed to the Tim Killingsworth Farm.

Tim lived with his dear wife and their children in a housing plat and their small lot could hardly be considered a garden, let alone a farm. He shrugged the name screw up off, and signed for the package anyway. His prize was inside and like a kid at Christmas; Tim took his prize off to the bedroom for an unveiling.

As he scuffled with the package binding tape he near tore off a fingernail, but upon the opening he discovered not the one bottle but two.

The first bottle was as he expected a shampoo that stimulated the scalp and according to the advertisement, helped the hair on his head to rejuvenate. He pawed over the second smaller bottle, as had a title of “Enhanced Texture.”

A rubber band held to the small brown glass bottle what might be considered the direction for its usage. The note was more than just plain vague, and other than mentioning its general properties and the expected enhancing of skin texture, it said to add a tablespoon to each dip bath.

Tim ignored the strange wording and went straight to the bathroom for a hot bath, where he tainted the water with the small bottle first. Then once seated and comfortable, he opened the shampoo bottle, taking note to the tart odor and a sparking blue color that with adding it to his wet head the suds turned a dark green color.

As per the shampoo instructions, Tim allowed the stuff to remain on his scalp for thirty minutes, allowing the active foam and bubbles to activate, while entering into the pores of his scalp. When he rinsed his head the shampoo had vanished, soaking deep into the skin and hairs on his head. He dried off and felt how the skin on his entire body felt softer, supple, and he liked how his head of hair glistened.

After drying from his bath, Tim decided to energize the process by dabbing some of the Enhanced Texture liquid, using it full strength, as he applied it to his forehead, bear scalp, and across the back of his neck.

At first the liquid gave a cool chill to his skin, then as minutes passed he felt a warming trend. Warm soon turned to very warm and then to just plain hot, causing him to sweat so much he felt another bath was in order.

In the days and weeks that followed, Tim began to ignore the general discomfort and burning sensation, as he bathed in tainted water, and continued to use the Enhancer product at full strength on his forehead and bear scalp. His desire and urgency for results out weighed his good sense, as he began rinsing the shampoo too soon, it mixing with the tainted water making a witches brew that stunk and had dark green bubbles.

After five weeks had passed he was about ready to return the product and throw in the towel. The ultimate situation occurred when after a long night at the bowling alley Tim was still tired when he took his bath. While lying in tainted water and his head lathered thick in shampoo and suds, he drifted off back into a sleepy slumber.

Tim jolted himself awake as with being asleep and so nice and warm, he tried to roll over on his side, only to sink like a lead balloon. Spitting and sputtering he had swallowed a good amount of his tainted bath water. He jumped up and looked out the bathroom window, taking note he got in the bath near sunrise, and then the sun was directly overhead, meaning he lay submerged for six hours.

That same day in the evening after an embarrassed and quite late to work employee returned home, Tim took note how his beard had grown heavier than normal.

He stood and eyed what looked like a four day growth, as this caused him to closely eye and inspect the scalp above his forehead. At first he was elated, the short stubble of sprouting hairs covered his bear scalp, and even flowed down his forehead and merged with his very bushy eyebrows.

Tickled pink Tim began to actively shampoo his hair twice a day, applying the Enhanced Texture liquid at full strength then twice a day, in fond hope of forcing the process to advance at an even faster rate.

Tim’s dark brown hair grew but had a mix of black hairs sprouting, making him look a lot younger. The treatment was about to its completion as the shampoo was near to gone, and the Enhanced Texture liquid was then all used in haste.
The hope of continuing the process, adding to his head of hair and covering an aging head in a full pelt, he e-mailed the company direct, informing them of his delight in using their product and seeing the results. Although the first advertisement mention only of the primary course of treatment, Tim exclaiming of such satisfaction, he sat dumbfounded when Sunrise research awarded him a second shipment at no additional cost.

On the very next day Tim found on his front porch a bigger package. Upon opening this package, it had two compartments, one with the shampoo and the Enhanced Texture liquid, but on its label was the notation of this being the condensed formula. This made Tim laugh thinking how he had bathed in the stuff and used it full strength as well.

In the second compartment was a much larger bottle bearing the label of Sunrise Research Animal Husbandry Experimental Hormone Replacement Formula, and then the smaller caption mentioning for animal usage only!

This made Tim stop and look at the outside of the package. He saw the company made the same mistake again in addressing the package, sending it to the attention of Tim at Killingsworth Farms, but having his house address as to where it got delivered.

Again, and as before this bottle had also a rubber band binding a paper with the instructions, and told how this liquid was to be administered orally for the best results.

Shrugging his shoulders to the change of usage, he went straight to the bathtub and began drawing a steaming hot tub of water.

Tim read this label well as it told of mixing the contents a quarter cup of the liquid to a gallon of fresh water. Then administering the water to the test subject, suggesting the product worked better during feeding times. Although this product was for animals, Tim thought the company was thinking ahead and knew he was using it on himself.

The daily regimen began anew, but twice a day Tim shampooed, creamed the Enhanced Texture liquid, tending to spread it around, on his chest and later to his groin.

The Hormone formula went into a glass of orange juice every morning, and tomato juice at noon, followed by a liberal amount at dinner and before bed.

After doing his daily regimen for one week the hair sprouted in many new places. His head was filling out but had a silky smooth texture except at the center of his forehead and in a two inch wide strip that ran over the crest of his head and down over back of his neck. Otherwise, where he smeared the Enhanced Texture liquid the hair grew in thick, but seemed to be spreading.

Instead of his normal brown hair, the body hair was black and not curly, but straight and about two inches in length. As he showered, shampooing, using the Enhanced Texture liquid to the full strength applications only; the rinsed suds would stream down the length of his entire body as he showered.

Every morning his beard looked even thicker and more expansive than the day before. Hair was sprouting everywhere on his body, his chest, back, and legs getting new growth of straight black hairs, making him in his eyes to look quite beastly.

One night after bowling league was over and done, and after a dozen or so beers, Tim went home quite tipsy. Accordingly to his normal schedule, he would have showered and applied the liquid to his scalp. It was when mixing the drink portion, his hands were so shaky he finally gave up and drained what remained in the Hormone formula into a tall mug of beer.

As he stood chugging down the beer its hardy flavor and fragrance overwhelmed the normal stench of the Hormone formula, granting him a satisfied big burp, when it was done, gone, and down the hatch.

A shivering and shutter raked down his body making him mumble in disgust as if some Budweiser Clydesdale must have had kidney disease.

Soon he snuggled into bed and lay next to the wife, Tim even half inebriated felt quite satisfied about his new head of hair. Meanwhile, in his stomach a real witches’ brew churned, boiled, and began a radical new style of treatment.

Tim slept sounder than he had in years, having dreams upon dreams, his continual moaning kept his wife awake all night. Woozy and half in the bag, Tim sat on the side of his bed near asleep as he heard his wife starting her car and heading for work.

Coughing and with a moan Tim was trying to think about his previous night of binge drinking. As Tim sat there on the bedside he rolled his tongue about a mouth coated with something tasting like he had eaten dog crap.

As if moving slowly it seemed as if he was not in his body but standing nearby and could watch himself get up with aching legs and a stiff back, as he sauntered into the bathroom.

The usual hot shower raised a cloud of steam when a sleepy head ole fart walked into a watery furnace.

Screaming from the scalding water, Tim baled out of the shower, falling on his knees. Embarrassed for being so foolish and not testing the water to be more tepid temperature, he then crawled to his feet, stopping to stand before the mirror and frowned.

Looking back at him was not the face Tim had seen for many years. He stared at the reflection, his head in a fog and a brain pickled from the night of drinking to excess.

His reflection in the mirror told of his a hairy face of mostly dark brown hairs. Tim blinked, thinking what he saw was still some aberration from the beer as his eyes seemed to peer back at him being they looked quite a bit larger.

A building sneeze made him rub and wrinkle his nose finding this too seemed odd. He ogled his nose seeing the nostrils were flared much wider, appearing to have darkened in skin tone and color, while dotted with long feeler hairs. Odder still, was his lips appeared puffy and thicker, looking a funny charcoal black and very strange.

Shaking his head violently to clear away the cobwebs, the reflection did not fade but became horrifyingly clearer.

Mumbling, but not forming words the sounds that issued out past the thick lips were very throaty and coarse. Tim squinted at the mirror, his eyes stuck in one line of focus, making him feel even sicker.
His cheeks too were larger, puffed out and with the touch; they felt very hard as if made of solid muscle.

Patting his hands over the odd feeling face, he was gaining a thought that what was his face the night before, had somehow changed. A wink of one eye to himself made the silly fool laugh. Again, the sound of his laugh roared out a wide opened mouth allowing him to stare at yellow stained teeth that looked bigger and goofy.

The mirror was dulling over with the cloud of steam still boiling out of the shower stall. Turning in a panic Tim shut off the water and dashed out the bathroom, down the hall, and into the spare bedroom, stopping before the closet door, and a full length mirror.

Now he had a clear view of himself, his eyes rolled up and down gawking at what reflected in the mirror.

His head now totally coated over in dark brown hairs, with the exception being a sprig of black hair peaked high on the top of his oddly, elongated head.

The funny looking sprig of black and exceptionally coarse hair was framed by two tall, hairy, oval shaped ears that grew to definite points.

He cocked his head to one side, his mind filled with unanswered questions, while the mirror could not lie, Tim decided his head had changed and became that of some type of animal.

After this had held his attention for some time he let his eyes wander, looking down he could do nothing but gasp.

There standing before the mirror was not his normal manly form. Human in general form but endowed now with a skin and a hairy coat similar to what might be on some animal. His hands began to smooth up and down his chest and belly, to this the muscles they touched rippled, growing taunt as if gaining high levels of strength.

He could only marvel at how his thighs had grown quite broad, being narrow and making his groin a deep cavern.
The family jewels hung high up and had grown enormous. The coloring of skin covering his testes had changed to black, and seeing this he had noticed how his penis had changed quite drastically.

His shaking hand and fingers traced the tube which would carry his sperm. It ran up to a pouch of leathery folds, as of skin similar to horses owned by his uncle, but not quite as large. The sensation of touch and mind told Tim his genitals had become like those proper to a small horse.

As he touched his fingers to this very sensual flesh, he shivered. A wave of passion flowed through him and with each passing second the pouch of skin began to move. Bit by bit, the folds of skin pushed forward as if from deep within it was something straining to come out. Tim moaned softly, his mind captured in the suspense of seeing what was demanding now to control how he would think and live his life.

The head of some flat ended tube pressed out of the many folds of skin. Inching outward the tube gained length and girth swelling, rolling the folds of skin into smooth taunt flesh. His heart was pounding as eyes only widened while he gawked at the sight, his own male organ was then massive and extremely sensual.

Spreading his feet and legs wider to bear the load of this shaft, he wanted to touch it some more, but the thing scared him. As it strained the last folds of skin developing into a stout shaft of black flesh, Tim stood with this arching monster jutted up and out, it brought on erotic suggestion, as thoughts of sniffing, licking, mounting, thrusting and breeding taunted his mind, and forcing the giant penis to become then totally erect.

Again a shiver shuttered down the length of his form. He felt the building sensation for lust and a wish to feel just what this monster male organ would find as enjoyable. His breathing began to become rapid, as passions and the idea of mating with, and as an animal was then a driving force, making him to walk in circles before the mirror.

Breathing rapidly, Tim began to panic, reaching out with both hands now they had then grown hairier, delighted he stroked his erect shaft, and finding the waves of sensuality to make him wish to leave home and forget everything he ever knew or owned.
His head filled with wild thoughts and memories of horses. He stood before the mirror making pelvic moves imitated the thrusting of a stallion in the act of mating. Tim began to feel an acceptance to his strange plight, as from deep in his groin came the pressure of a building flood.

The sudden and violent body jerking jolts caused his semen and virtual flood of white juice to spew out the open end of his black shaft. His ejaculation sprayed like a garden nozzle, spewing out small globs of his semen, some of which hit and clung to the mirror. As of the white juice that accompanied the semen, it cast a cloudy haze over the mirror and a sticky, rank smelling stain on the bedroom carpet.

The urgency of the moment subsided quickly and with it, the massive tube of flesh began to soften. Once limp and hanging heavily from his groin, it began to draw back into the sheath, its skin crinkled, folding, and melting up into his deep groin.

A sigh came from his mouth, a deep breath of air, and he felt the relaxing of every muscle in his body.

Then from inside his gut began a burning sensation. Like his stomach was on fire as the feeling of a burning sensation spread outward, ensuing his abdomen, chest, neck, and becoming a searing pain that screamed along his backbone.

Arms and hands folded into his aching gut, Tim reeled of pain, his vision blurry and made worse by the semen clouding the mirror, he eyed the congealing globs of his semen as they dried and began to turn crusty.

The pain moved from one vertebra to the next, seemingly twisting each, and stretching his back as it moved onward toward his rump. He screamed with each kink and growth that lengthened his backbone. The ultimate pain was in a small spot just above his anus, as it burned and was so painful he had to scream.

His different lips and changed mouth made the screams muddle, becoming as if forced out from his gut, turning into high pitched squeals and then to a every equine sounding whinny.

Broad thighs suggested great power and strength for running, while his legs looked shorter, hunching down, as his feet looked much longer. Standing there before the mirror, he rose up on his toes, as if striking a pose reminding him of how a horse rears upright, and then paws the air when it is feeling frustration.

The sight of all this made him chuckle at what he saw, this seemingly coming from the shampoo and the experimental liquids had given him this new self.

As discomforts subsided again, Tim felt woozy, light headed, and about ready to faint. He stumbled to the spare bed and flopped over it giving off a loud sigh.

His head hung down over one side of the bed, as his neck arched, and chest felt heavy, as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, he thought of how being as an animal might be fun.

Tim’s brain worked furiously, trying to make sense of all he had seen, felt, and could rationalize. As if in the next few hours as he slept, Tim had dreams of running wild and free. Occasional intermixing fantasies of bestial passion, remembering of his uncle’s farm and how those horses there mated, he thought of himself as if a stallion, and was more than willing to mate, breed, and be at stud.

Even being asleep the moral mind continued its thinking along lines of learned knowledge. Tim having always been a man of deep seeded faith in higher powers, found himself now under an extreme test. In stressful times, he would stand to one side and let the will of those powers direct his pathway. Yet with all he had seen and felt his attitude was changing along with his body, he felt obliged to accept becoming a stallion horse, delighted he could mate with younger females than his wife.

As he slept and dreamt he seemed to be hearing his dear wife of thirty years, she screaming, as if horrified and standing near him; as he opened his eyes and saw a face showing nothing but terror.

Opened eyes, Tim looked up and ogled the view of his frantic wife. He raised an arm and reached out a hand to take hers in an act of wishing to offer her comfort. His own eyes went wide with unbelievable realization that what touched her hand was not his hand, but a hoof.

Saddened for his wife not liking her husband to be a prime stallion for stud, Tim jumped up trying to stand, while wishing there was some way he could explain.

As he launched himself upward, the double bed he was lying across broke in half, as with his growth the physical weight and bulk of his body had increased to that of a mature horse and stallion. The scrambling of uncoordinated legs and a wild desire to stand up before his panic struck wife, his elongated feet, and hoofs, only reminded him of his new and very different then equine self!

Screaming in wild hysteria, his dear wife stood bug eyed, arms out straight from her sides, and looking as if she was going to faint.

“Ha..Eeeee, snort, flubble, blub, blub!” said Tim as he thought to begin his explaining but found the ability to speak now limited to only animal sounds.

At this, his wife fell into a crumpled heap, fainting, she lay there out cold and seemingly lifeless to Tim.

Tim’s mind seemed to be on a single track, he looked at her lying there on the floor. Stepping to her his interest was first to sniff for a scent; only to turn his nose to sniff the fragrant mirror. This he licked and licked again, the taste being oddly suggestive, making him excited and thinking of lusty mares.

The mirror now generally clean, Tim twisting his head to see the image in the mirror, he eyed himself seemingly pleased at the sight. There looking back at him was a large pony. It was brown to forward, with his long neck draped by a black mane, while in the middle of his broad back, the hairs were brown on his back, turning to black across his belly, rump and legs.

As he peered into the hazy mirror, the fond memories of summer times spent with his nice uncle, and the farm animals, one being a brown and black Dartmoor pony.

Instantly after seeing his reflection Tim whinnied, and with his tail held high, he pranced in a circle as all apprehensions faded, and a sense of euphoria enveloped his new being.

Shudders, shivers, and chills tickled him as the wild passion for living the life of a pony and stallion outweighed his desire to remain human and live life as a husband, father, and a man.

In his mind he thought to himself, “This ain’t too bad; kind of neat actually! Don’t miss the hands; can eat and graze, would love to gallop on my hoofs, feel exceptionally strong, filled of vitality, this is great, fun to have a tail, and to be a stud, wow!”

Almost tripping over the wife’s limp body lying sprawled out on the floor from having seen what was her husband, Tim snuffed at her and in his pony brain thought her as if not worth any concern.

He thought now of himself as being the entire world wrapped into a leathery bag, and a sheath. If it pleased or pleasured him, anything then was worth the effort. Yet, mattering on what might please another form, he had not a care. For if, he felt no pleasure from it, them, or they, then he just ignored whatever.

Self centered now to the extreme his mindset was on his own pleasures only. “If it feels good, then do it!” chided his pony mind as human memories faded with every passing erection.

Now the use of a clock was beyond his comprehension or even his desire. Tim began to measure the hours of a day by counting and remembering things that brought on a pleasurable sense to feeling. As with each sense of being pleased and or delighted, his mouth watered, and a pony sized’ penis fell into the light of day.

His own erections were his new way to tell the passing of time, it told him how each, and every day totaled up against the others. Once he had left the house, and his wife still in the state of shock, Tim made his way into a different world. Stopping to graze on Mister Wilson’s lush front lawn, Tim ate enough to warrant leaving a calling card, piled in a nice heap.

Wandering about the countryside, he sought out the scent of others like himself. His instincts were gaining strength over learned knowledge. Feeling what was to him as sensual and a thing of enjoyment, this is what he sought be near.

One warm morning as Tim stood grazing mindlessly, he heard something approaching. His head jumped up while still munching a mouth full of taste greens. Ears alert to any sound turn toward where it beheld the approaching form.

An uneasy feeling prevailed his being as he stood, ready to flee and run if the need arouse.

“Hi there boy, nice pony', ouie you’re a big boy too, come now let me pet you.” beckoned the sweet, soft voice of a pretty girl.

Marsha, she was a woman in her late twenties. An early riser, she would jog the countryside for exercise, while looking and longing for to find some willing male to give her some pleasure.

“Nymphomania,” is what her doctor told and as much warned her of what the medical profession had labeled those with her traits. She having this insatiable lust for feeling of sensual pleasure, now no ordinary man could fill her need for sex.

There standing before her was one as yet, to her an unfondled male animal. Tim being new to her region of conquests stood showing the smallest part of his male organ, being he was uneasy, but inquisitive.

As seconds of uneasy feelings passed into a quiet calm of accepting this new companion as if a friendly sort, he felt little need for concern, Tim returned to his preoccupation, grazing.

The sensual seeking hands of Marsha began smoothing around the strong hindquarters of Tim’s equine body. Her massaging touch consoled his fear as if suggesting in his mind’s thinking she was becoming as one worthy for giving him pleasure. Still thrilled to graze he let her toy with whatever she wished. As her hands so sought to touch his maleness the horse head jerked up as a mind wondered about it felt touched.

Memories of personal pleasuring streamed into Tim’s degraded mind. A sense of longing for something as unknown to him, it was suggesting this companion might be the one to be granting such desired pleasures.
In response to anything pleasurable, Tim’s maleness began its ritual and fell from the black sheath a bit at a time.

The searching soft hands of Marsha stroked his shaft making it lengthen for being ready to seek its owner’s ultimate pleasure. As skin oil and sweating, nervous hands made Tim’s shaft slippery and smooth, his chewing stopped.

Standing very still his entire thought process was on enjoying the sensual sensations coming from his groin. Tim’s tail hung limp as a sign to Marsha her actions were being considered as a pleasured act.

Ears turned toward his rear, Tim strained to listen while his mind went wild from the extreme sensual touching.

“Tim, Tim, I love you! Tim, oh my God……..TIM!”

Shaking, shuddering all over Tim’s eyes opened and saw the face of his dearest wife peering at him. Her face showing an expression like a person seeing something so very horrible they might be about ready to faint.

“Huh!” was all Tim could muster out as he was still half a sleep and partially drunk from last nights bowling party.

“Your head, you have hair on it!” the wife exclaimed in surprise.

Tim sat up quickly, as his hands went searching the top of his head, only to discover hair growing where none was the night before.

Turning to jump out of bed his mind’s eye remembered what had been just a dream. He sighed, he was not a strong and sleek sex minded Dartmoor pony stallion, but just his ole’ self. Getting up he walked into the bathroom and stood before the mirror ogling his hairy head.

The wife stood at the doorway looking at her hubby stare into the mirror.

The misses sighed, and then closed the bathroom door, allowing her husband some privacy, as she went about making the bed.

Tim was engrossed looking at his hairy head. The bald chrome dome was now teaming with brown short hair. He rubbed a hand threw the hair feeling it to be soft, but strangely he felt a tuft of hair, it felt quite coarse, and ran in a slender line from the peak of his head down over the back of his neck to stop where his neck joined the shoulders.

Odd, but neat too, Tim thought to himself, the memories of his sensual wet dream still bouncing around in his mind.

Then from outside the bathroom door the Wife asked and reminded, “Tim my half sister Marsha is coming today, and I want you on your best behavior! Please, Honey, take care not to do anything that might provoke her condition. I know it has happened in the past and she just can not help herself, but really try to remember she’s a total nymphomaniac!”

To this, Tim could only smile thinking of the last time when Marsha went crazy and sexually molested him. He laughed softly thinking back on his crazy dream of her coming to him when he was as a pony stallion, and thought of what she did in his dream.

“Yes Honey, I will be a good boy for her!” said Tim as much taunting the situation.

Returning his attention back to the delightful growth of hair on his head, Tim began to unbutton his pajama top with plans of a hot shower. Turning to flick on the shower and get the hot water going, Tim removed the pajama top, tossing it into the corner of the room.

Standing up straighter, he poised himself before the mirror, as eyeing his new hair covered head and looking proudly at his younger appearance, Tim’s eyes panned down.

His thicker than normal morning beard took some attention, but hair had spread further, covering his neck and coating shoulders, chest, belly, and even his back. Brown hair on his head and back turned to a deep black as it covered his chest and belly, as Tim felt the smooth texture to his hair body, noting how his skin felt more like a tougher hide than human skin.


Hands began to massage feeling of taunt muscles, his hairy body, making his wild and wet dream come to life.

Stopping suddenly, Tim looked at himself with real memories of his wet dream. He then slipped down the pajama bottoms revealing his maleness and granting the view of what was his human legs.

As the bottoms flopped to the floor, Tim could only give a sighing moan. There in the mirror was what his wet dream had fore told. Slung from his lower abdomen was now a leathery black pouch of skin. Below it hung two much larger male testicles suggesting that what was in his sheath would doubtlessly be something proper for a stallion.

The brown hairs ran down into his groin as if a pair of dark brown tight under shorts. As he turned and twisted himself to see the rear of his lower back, it coated in mostly brown hair, being somewhat dapple with black spots, and graced with the beginning of a short pony tail.

In absolute unbelief of his situation, loving the sensual feel of his hairy self, Tim dew his arms high, and stretching him self out straight and tall. Taking at the same time a deep breath, he felt a movement about his sheath. A sensation not unlike what he dreamed, while he realized just how his beer and potion drink would then endow him with and for life.

Arching up and out from the sheath, Tim watched his blessed maleness stretched itself taunt and ready for action. Standing tall Tim could only eye his new self, the lusty desires began to run wild and with it he had great pangs for his sister-in-law. Chuckling to himself, Tim thought how memorable her coming would be for the both of them, as with his new tool he could give her a real run for the money!


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