No Mercy

Dear Mom & Dad,

It has been a real drag here at college. The people are all in clicks and the professors are even worse. I had great plans of doing as Dad wanted and become a teacher, but the English Lit Professor is the world's biggest ego trip jerk, and told me he was hell-bent desiring to dash my hopes! He wants those not in frat houses to brown nose him at every exam time, or buy him gifts, and he has a list!

Although my grades are still acceptable, I thought of looking around at some part time jobs. The pay scales offered are lousy and hours even worse, or until by chance, I saw a note at the student union.

The renowned Professor Haun, head honcho of the science department has his own projects and experiments. The note as posted told of the science department appointing paid volunteers (Is that an oxymoron) to act as guinea pigs for the choicer experiments. The whole thing sounded like something from Dad's collection of old "B” class movies, but I called and applied anyway!

Imagine my surprise receiving a phone call requesting me to come for my first interview. There I met the Professor and his assistant asked me dozens of questions about family background. I soon could tell where the conversations were going. The two of them were concerned with the possible complications. The two professors argued openly as professor Beaker wanted a volunteer to become in part or completely as a consequential- surrogate within their gene therapy experiment. What they really had as a needed want for security purposes, were volunteers without any next of kin or, were foreign exchange students.

I told them exactly what they wanted to hear. My imagination worked at deriving a long, as equally sad story about me growing up as an orphan. It was a great sounding story, almost made me begin to cry. After that first interview, imagine my surprise when Professor Beaker offered me a contract as a volunteer, and after the signing, he handed me a check of one thousand dollars, really! The signing and check all happened on a Monday, but it was Thursday afternoon, when I went to their Laboratory, to begin by getting a full physical. I do not have classes on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, as such I informed them, allowing for their possible complications during the testing could allow me time to rest after each episode.

It was odd how things worked out as one of the questions asked, ventured me to remembering when we resided at Grandpa's farm, the professor wanted to know which of the animals did I like best, the draft horses, my pony, or cows, and the bull?

My answering that strange question made Professor Haun excited and after the second rather short interview, he asked me into his private office and made me a lucrative financial offer. His proposed new contract was for me to enter into a, as he said it, a long-term experiment. He said I could continue with my studies, and he would ask the other professors at the college to refer my assignments to me at the Lab. No running to classes across campus in the winter cold, and better yet, he increased my wage to three K per month.

The experiment to which I signed as accepting is the Homo/Equine/Procreation –Gene –Dartmoor-Induction.

Naturally, I talked with the professor asking him as what my part was in the experiment, but all he talked about was the sponsor being some Equine Society that requested the gene therapy, they based in Britain. What I read between the lines was of me offering some of my cell structure as young, human, male cells chemically merged, made a serum and injected into some equine to add human traits of increased intelligence.

A secondary project was of using the serum to culture produce a chemical virus. The virus acting as a interregna, it when injected into a person causes what might be unhealthy tissue to reformat, becoming new cell tissue and return a subject to perfect health. It is all medical scientific jargon! I think what it means is that the Professors invented a D.N.A. reformation serum. Its planned use when injected into pregnant mares causes a D.N.A. distillation in the womb and a preferred realignment to the foal cell structure.

A third and final serum generated by the foal body after the birthing, come from the penis glands, and added to the Reformation serum stimulates athletes to gain muscle mass and stamina equal to that of the equine genus.

This serum when injected would give an athlete ten times their physical strength of bone, muscle, and endurance even to common biological illnesses. If it works as directed, the final serum could render all human population as immune to infections and/or cancers.

I was then and remain proud to be a partner in this experiment!
All was going very well until last week, my third week into the experiment when a Jim Hullen, the assigned assistant came to give me two injections of my Antibiotic ****. It was as he did my injections, the professor noted the assistant had used the wrong ampoules. As what I received through the injection given were two loaded syringes with the full-strength form of the H.E.D. Reformation serum.

Stunned to here that horror, I felt a wave of fainting come over me, it being a sudden **** induced form of shock, and put me into a coma like state. This was the reason for me not writing sooner, as I was in the coma like sleep for five weeks.

Complications arose and the Professor had me moved to a swing room where Nurses, pretty ones, kept watch over me until all vital signs became stable. Professor Beaker came to visit me several times each day. He would check my vitals and then did what AI thought was quite odd, he measured my toes, feet, and shins.

I felt fine, better than fine, excited, the nurses were arousing me, and my given task was to lie in bed, watch television, and lounge for several days.
It was on the Tuesday of the seventh week since my mistaken injection that my skin which in summer is very dark a tan, reoccurred in November without the being out in the sunshine. Each day after that realization, my skin color darkened one shade or more until by the end of the eighth week the textured feel of my skin was changing.

I asked the Professor some questions, but he ignored me, and he would change the subject. I knew then that the injection was making some changes and the Prof. either did not know what to expect, or was delightedly looking forward to the results, as whatever might happen.

The Lab assistants moved me from the swing room to a special secure room without windows, and no visitors, except Prof. Haun and another man named Justin.

My first day in that room I noted no mirror on any wall. They removed the bathroom mirror as well this made me suspicious. While each day my skin color continued to change darker until after tenth week, all of my skin became thicker as a dense charcoal-black coloration.

I was on a 24/7 watched basis and not allowed even a shaver to whisk off those few whiskers, which Dad says is peach fuzz. Well that too is changing fast, as some of my whiskers grew to being three inches long. Most of my new facial hairs as grown remain short. It is the long ones, which felt like the feeler hairs around the mouth of Grandpa's horse Buster, you remember.

I awoke scared the next morning, discovering my head, body, and arms as legs wrapped thickly, as if mummified. Completely immobilized, as during the night and sedated, they bound me and strapped to the bed, I had a cathode jammed up my pecker, and another sort of suck pipe, shoved up my butt.

Between my screaming I heard then Justin trying to tell me it was due to a **** interaction and that for a day or two, I needed to lay quiet. I calmed myself and decided it was for my betterment to remain quiet, since I was stuck, could not move, could not walk around or even feel my hairy face.

It was a Sunday when most of the staff was off for the day; Professor Haun and Justin decided to release my bonds. The result of their visit is why I am writing you this long letter of explanation.

During those days stuck in bed, I experienced such leg cramps that I know I screamed. My back ached and even my groin felt different. Hands and arms seemed strange and worse of all my sense of smell and hearing became so acute, it hurt when the Prof would speak, or Justin came into the room wearing his old spice aftershave.

They told me to lie very still as the gauze wrappings were removed. Justin released the security straps, allowing me then to sit up, but warned to do so slowly. Doing as told, I waited for a chance to sit up and or stand up.

”OK, sit up and remain calm!” said as warned Professor Haun.

I opened my eyes to what had to be the most terror-filled moment of my entire life. It felt like when they say you about to die, the whole of life's memories poured out in a flood of emotion.

My legs were what I saw first. My skin was still very dark, actually black! My toes are gone as they merged into a single solid toe. Hair, black in color grows on my feet and they are very much longer than my shoe size of being thirteen's. My shin and upper leg now look more like Grandpa's pony, drastically different then what walked in here some weeks previous.

Please Mom, do not cry, they told me this does not need to be permanent, as soon in time, an antidote is coming and then the real, true me could come back.

I became more afraid of it all when I felt the pinching as I sat up on the bed of me having grown then a hairy tail. After some moments of hands reaching as feeling behind me, I gained an unreasonable thrill about my changed rump, as being rather neat! The tail and the thick fur black hair grown on all of me from head to hoofs offered me a strange sense of pleasure. As later, and when standing upright, the new tail I could swing, it brushes over what is now protruding, being tender and soft to the touch. My tail sways whenever I walk, and by thinking, I can move the tail to flicking it, and find this brings me a tickling sensation.
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The other drastic change came to my maleness, it changed too, becoming leathery, and a grown as thick-skinned sheath attached itself to my lower abdomen. The penis, it is held up inside, but when aroused for urination or from varied strange odors, what is my penis, protrudes out the sheath. The sensual sensation is surreal! I feel it as the arousal is beginning, the leathery skin of the sheath bloating, pushing out the collapsed penis from within.
As I gain an erection, and it takes very little stimulation to making it happen. My changed as immense of girth, and a lengthier penis, bloats, extends to stand arching away from my lower abdomen what the Professor measured as being twenty-two inches from sheath edge to the blunt ending tip. Oh sorry, but I need to report that with this radical shift in my physical form, the circumcision that Doctor Michael did on me is now gone. The end of my penis is flat now, having a flange like gland wrung about the end. It does swell when I become erect, looking somewhat tulip shaped, but circumcised, it is not!

My testicles have also increased size, growing larger, become quite heavy, but snug tightly and held high up in my deepened groin.

All the skin on my body is thicker and more toughened like the hide of Randy the farm pony. You cannot see much of it as covering me all over is a coat of dark saddle brown colored hairs or fur. In contrast, my mane and tail, they are a shiny black, glistening in the light of day, making me look dashing, or so I think.

My shoulders narrowed some, drawing my upper arms closer together, this and my arms have since conformed to the serum injection and became as forelegs. The use of them to stand and walk seemed to add further thrills at the need for walking on all fours.

As did since all of me change and bodily conform to looking like an equine pony, my neck too grew longer, increased more muscular. I find it allows me greater flexibility to turn my head a changed head, it conformed, offering new ways to extend my head and scratch.

I am sorry to report as of this letter, my head has made the transition. I find this somewhat disturbing, as I am really losing my facial identity, becoming plain and common in look, the same as all other ponies. My nose is the strangest of the entire change. It grew and merged with my mouth and upper lip. The nostrils are quite soft and flex with breathing in or out. The lips feel and work strangely, but conform to what I will need for eating food, having to learn the skill of grazing pony style.

My vision distracts me from thinking, I am very nearsighted since this all began, the ability to see things in colors are also, sadly different. Oddly, I can see things more in two side views, limiting what I can see directly in front of my face or mouth.

Now I want to tell you some about Marge. She has become a very good friend, and being she is as a contractual volunteer for five or more years. She talks of this granting her enough earnings to build her own new house.

Since my arms rotated and became as my forelegs, my hands began to stiffen and they like my toes the fingers grew together forming hoofs.

I thought back and remembered some of those aged limerick rhymes dad would repeat, during long nights of strange feelings I would humor my fears by rewording and making up songs to mimic what is happening to me:

"Daniel I regret to state, had his D.N.A. changed by fate.

We miss him when its time to dine, but he now grazes and eats just fine.
He with body strong, his maleness stout, he longs for stand upright, and mount, showing his mares what being a pony is all about.”

Dear Mom, I am Marge and since my friend Daniel has lost the use of his hands, they are as his fore hoofs, he is not able to write further this letter or any future letters.

We were good friends at the college, dating twice and then bumped into the other, while here at the Lab. I have become better acquainted with Daniel, and since both of us are assigned to the same testing group. His present transition is far more along then what I contracted, and willingly agreed to accept; yet we still can remain friends and be together.

About three weeks back I brought him a book from the library, one on ventriloquism. The book's author Edger Bergen was a famous actor who used two dummies; and was in the movies during the 1940', and 50's. Daniel read it during his long dull days of transitioning. He actually learned how to work his larynx, making very intelligible sounds. I write down the very words from his mouth on paper. The Professor is amazed at this stunning progress, being he had great concerns about Daniel's brain size mutating, becoming that of a common equine.

His continued rational thing, the ability to speak, helps him fight the natural onslaught of his procreation minded as bestial instincts, and the chemical coded instinctive lifestyle of a real stallion pony.

Enclosed, the original contract signed by Daniel. The Professor gave me a check to include. It is Daniel's salary wage. Obviously, he does not need or have the use for things like money, not since he has become in all outward essence as a pony stallion. He says he wishes for you to keep this money! He assures that more royalties shall follow, checks coming monthly. It begins after Daniel transfers to reside at the Pennyworth Dartmoor Stud Farm in Great Brittan. He added into the Dartmoor registration studbook should by mating with brood mares, will add his genes to the continuing pool.

Dan asked, said verbally, "Please Mom and Dad, as from and because of this whole situation you would prefer I should not return to being your son; then I ask that you allow my transfer from here to live my new lifestyle as a stud pony.

I feel good, and do so love the idea of me living inside this pony stallion form.
The Dartmoor Society at Devonshire has rights in the contract and can require me for use there and as a stud. When with considering all of what happened and is this new me, this seems authorized. I know it might be difficult but please allow me go now to live as I now feel pleased!

Yours still in heart, your
Daniel and friend, Marge