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You chug another beer and laugh at one your own dumb jokes, much to the chagrin of your friend group. It's Friday night, and your fraternity is throwing a party. There isn't a real occasion for it, but that is never necessary in your frat house. Hardly a weekend goes by without some kind of near alcohol poison-inducing event.

There is a girl here tonight, Christina, that you've had your eye on for a few months. Your best friend, Tim, has been egging you on to ask her out for weeks now. You'd never really talked to her one on one, but she was a friend of a friend, and you hoped to strike up a conversation tonight.

Feeling a little shy, you manage to find her with a group of friends and join in on what they are discussing. You know enough about the movie series that is the topic of choice and even make her laugh with a well-timed pun. You aren't sure if your advances are clear, but you want to at least try and ask her out later on, once another drink or two has boosted your confidence.

Alex, another good friend, mentions something about the new kind of beer he'd brought for this function. It was a gift that his uncle passed along to him for your frat, brewed on a local farm and not yet available on shelves. You have to admit, it is pretty good. It goes down smoothly, making it almost impossible to tell how much you've had. But from the way you seem to be stumbling to get your next cup, you are certainly drunk!

A funky odor wafts into your senses just then, reminding you of your past summer volunteer position at one of the farms outside of your town. It is the smell of stables, of large animals in close quarters. It isn't putrid, not really. Just the stench of big farm beasts with strong body odors.

You do start to wonder where the foulness is coming from. Surely it isn't the beer. It has a rich, earthy smell, like wheat or maybe hay. But it doesn't smell like farm animals. Or, at least, it didn't when you'd started drinking it.

Your eyes catch your buddy Alex, who also seems to be sniffing the air. As he does, his eyes lock with yours, sniffing you for a moment before he wrinkles his nose in disgust. You start to protest, but suddenly the animalistic body odor hits your nose 10-fold. It's as though it's wafting off your friend's somewhat damp skin. You, too, take a deep whiff, confirming your suspicions. Your buddy stinks like a horse!

"That reek coming from you? Next time, shower after you take a roll in the hay!" He says, pinching his nose and taking a step back from you. The indignity! You're not the one that smells like a horse!

"You're one to talk! You stink like the jackass you are!" You declare, waving your hand in front of your nose to show your distaste for his stench. You both know the other is teasing, but it is still bizarre that the smell seems to have a human source. It doesn't make any sense.

"Shut your fAAAAWWWking mouth!" He says, by way of jest. You start to chuckle at his accurate imitation of a jackass. Yet you don't see the gleam of humor in his eyes. In fact, he seems a little surprised that the sound came out of his mouth.

"Fuck, you eEEEEIIIIven bray like one!" You retort, wanting to assure yourself that he is indeed joking.

But there is an inflection in your own voice that bothers you even more than your buddy's voice. You try to clear your throat a few times, but the heavy tone is still there, making you sound a little hoarse. Alex tries to play it off, but you can tell he is perplexed. You see him getting another beer and join him, not really knowing what else to do.

The night goes on, and the smell in your nose starts to fade as you grow accustomed to it. It doesn't seem to be coming from a single source. In fact, you can tell that all of the party-goers are enveloped with a horsey smell. You are certain that's what it is now, having spent many summers working in horse stalls and preparing them for riding lessons. Maybe there is something in the beer, something that perforates through your skin and makes you smell like hay or wheat. That must be it, you think. Any hay smell makes you think of horses.

You do find it a little warm in the house, however, and you are starting to sweat significantly. At one point, you head out to get some air, but it does you little good. The night is humid, and you simply find your shirt sticking to your sweaty body. And to make things worse, it seemed to be tighter than you remember, wrapped taut around your frame as though it has shrunk by more than one size. Yet you figure it is just the heat and don't pay it too much mind.

You go back in and see Christina by herself getting another drink. She too seems sweaty, her shirt and jeans tighter than they were before. Yet they only serve to accentuate her curves, and you can't help but find the image attractive. Her face is lovely, her blond hair long and surrounded on either side by pointed elvish ears. She is bent over, pouring her drink out of a spigot as her expansive ass moves side to side, the bulge above it tenting in her pants. You have never seen a sight more attractive.

You walk over to her, feeling more confident than you ever have. It's as though you can scent in the air how receptive she is to your advances. You want to talk to her, but more than that, you want to smell her. To kiss her and mate and...Wait, what? You certainly want to get into her pants, but only after getting to know her better. Yet your booze-addled mind wants nothing more than to bend her over and mate with her, right here! A sudden surge in your cock seems to agree with your predisposition. You can't recall the last time you felt so horny!

"Hey beautiful," you say, smiling with a grin that feels too wide for your face. Normally, you'd be ashamed to ever speak that way to anyone. But it feels so right, here at this moment.

"HEEEEEIIII stud," comes the reply as she raises her head, grinning at you with black lips and thick buck teeth. Nothing has ever looked sexier to you, and you lean in to kiss her, to follow your instincts, and take what you want.

She's leaning in to kiss you back, and the taste of hay and barley are on her lips. You can feel your cock tenting on your pants, and you want desperately to take her to bed. Or, perhaps even right here, right now, in front of everyone...

You are distracted by the feeling of another eager bulge pressing against your own. Curious, you pull away to see a massive tent in Christina's jeans, more massive than your own. Is that a cock? Does she have a cock too?

"Is that an anaconda in your pants or are you happy to see me?" She says, seemingly eager and impatient for you to resume your activities.

"That's quite the bugle you're packing too, princess," You say, without missing a beat. As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you regret them. You don't mean to be so offensive, not knowing her personal information. And truth be told you find her so beautiful you don't even care. You want her either way, regardless of what is in her pants.

Yet Christina clearly doesn't feel the same way towards her own endowment. She blushes furiously, reaching up with one hand to rub her reddening cheeks and the swash of brown hair that has sprouted like a thick beard. She takes one glance at the swelling mass under her pants and runs off towards the bathroom.

You feel immensely ashamed, but there's nothing you can do about it for now. Groaning at your ruined chances, you take another cup of beer and rejoin your friends. Alex is in the center of a group laughing now, braying like an ass, making fun of his own noise from earlier. It seems as though he has the ears to match now, sticking up above his thinning hair. The sight looks rather amusing, and you laugh out loud, that same hoarse tone making you blush.

Alex turns around and smiles, his teeth thick and yellowed like all of yours seem to be now. His face seems swollen, his nose thick and brown as he chuckles. "Why the long face, bHHHHHAAAAAWWWd?" he says, which causes you to reach up and touch your jaw.

To your surprise, it seems to be extended into a blunt muzzle. As you look around, you can tell that everyone else seems to have similar features. Long faces, tight clothes, pointed ears, and bulges at both ends of pants seem commonplace. You have no idea what's going on, and it's hard to think about it with how much you drank.

You are once again distracted by a choir of brays, laughs, and whickers. Your buddy Tim suddenly bends over, letting out a noxious bout of gas that makes you wrinkle your nose from the stench. Yet he seems not to be bothered as he remains hunched over, trying to alleviate something pressing painfully above his ass.

He grunts and snorts as the thing gets tighter and tighter in his jeans. For a moment, you think there is no way his growth can break free. Yet his ass is massive as well, several sizes too large for the pants he has on. It won't take much for him to burst from the confining clothes. And the notion of seeing such a thing gets you hard as hell once more.

"AAAhhhh NNNNEEEEEEEIIIGGGHHHHHH!" He whinnies as a thick-haired horse's tail tears its way out of his pants, stretching the fabric and popping even the elastic band of his underwear. The silky hairs of his tail continued to lengthen as it swished over his expansive ass.

His jeans are falling to the floor now, and you have a clear view of his backside. You know you should look away, but you can't seem to manage. His entire ass is covered with short blond hair that accents his tail well. He lifts his tail, and you can see that the skin of his asshole is black and puckering into a massive donut-shaped hole. He really does have a horse's ass!

Yet it is the sight of his junk that has you most concerned. Instead of his balls and cock, you only see a massive cavern, opening wider as you watch. The skin is wrinkled and leaking as he stands up, shaking from the warm air on his backside. The flesh starts to pulse, as though it has a mind of its own. If you didn't know any better, you would swear that he has a vagina!

Alex, too, brays, then bends over in pain as though something is pressing at his own pants. He tries to reach down to pull it out, but he can't seem to manage it. His fingers are smaller, and his thumbs don't work the way they should. He can't get his shrinking digits under the waistband. Still, the force of the growth of what you assume is his tail won't keep confined in his pants for long.

He grunts loudly, closing his brown eyes as he seems to concentrate on having it grow out of his clothes. With a resounding pop, his underwear snaps apart, and the denim pants tear in the center. Soon a massive brown tasseled tail sways back and forth, exposed to the warm stale air. Yet unlike Tim's junk, Alex has a swelling pair of brown orbs, much larger than the human ones he likely had before. Underneath you see a thick black snake, looking as familiar as the equine sheaths you are accustomed to seeing on the farm.

"I HAAAWWWWWVE a tail! HAAAWWWWW!" Alex brays as he stands up, his tail swishing behind him. He plays a stiff fingered hand over it for a few moments before he becomes uninterested and goes back to his still half-full beer. It's like he doesn't even care he has an animal tail sticking out above his ass. In fact, none of the party-goers seem to care about their bestial appendages.

You too feel something massive swelling in your pants, and you have a suspicion of what it is. You reach in to try to pull it out, but your thumb doesn't seem to work well either. You can't get your fingers under the waistband of your jeans, but from how painfully tight your ass seems to be, you figure it won't be long until you burst free. You whinny as your ass stretches impossibly large, causing micro-tears to form in the fabric. You push out with your rear, twitching your growing tail to try and alleviate the intense pressure. Your skin is tough, but the agony is getting harder to bear. Thankfully your clothes won't last much longer, not with how massive your butt is becoming!

With a resounding rip, your ass bursts out from your pants and undies, splitting them down the middle and exposing your tight equine pucker and heavy balls. You snort as the weighty orbs bounce up and down, free from the confines of your clothes. You clench your asshole a little, feeling uncomfortable now that it is exposed to the air. It seems thick and meaty, protruding outwards, unlike your former human equivalent. It moves under your tail as is befitting for the horse's anus you now own.

The feeling of having your own tail is surprisingly exhilarating. You spend a few moments trying to swish it back and forth, whickering as it plays over your massive rump and exposed pucker. You reach back with thick fingers to feel it, the coarse hair surprising to your touch. It is exactly what you recall a horse's tail feeling like in your grasp.

Everyone in the room seems to have an equine appendage coming out of their own backside. The sounds of rips and tears echo through the room, accompanied with a chorus of whickers and brays. All of the attendees seem enamoured with their new equine tails!

That isn't the only change, however. You can see how massive your nose is now as it flares in front of your face to drink in the equine sweat perforating through the room. Your shirt is even tighter as your shoulders grow hunched, the muscle and bone underneath forcing it to barrel out. You want to reach up and tear it off, not really caring that it will be useless afterwards. After all, your pants are already toast! But your arms don't want to work the way you remember they should. And even if they did, your dwindling fingers are no longer up to the task. So you are forced to feel your swelling chest pushing painfully against the frail fabric as your bulk causes it to rip and tear.

Your skin grows rough as black flesh spreads just ahead of the midnight black fur covering your horsehide. Your sweaty skin grows over heated from your coverings, but your bulk will soon tear out of what remains of your clothes, so you don't mind too much. Your shoes are tight as well from your single massive toes desperately struggling to pop free. The pain is diminished, however, from how firm the keratin nail is where your middle toe once sat, and you can largely ignore it.

Yet it is the potent musk in the air that is attracting your attention now. Every torn pair of pants exposes a backside that is as horny and needy as your own. Dripping vaginas and throbbing cocks adorn the room as each of your changing friends tremble with need. You can feel your own cock tenting in what remains of your undies, and the scents and sights in the room just make you harder. You need to mate, to breed, and from the looks of things, so does everyone else! This party is on its way to becoming an orgy!

Despite how little your mind is working, you can't help but notice there is an even number of males and females, though your party had been mostly men. Yet you can tell what has become of many of them, their modest human cocks seemingly replaced by equine vaginas. You feel you should be disturbed by this realization, but you simply find yourself excited by the prospect of having willing females to mate. From the scents in the air, you can tell most of your now-female friends now need a stallion such as yourself!

Even though your hazy drunken mind, you can tell that there are a variety of equine species in the room. Most of them are horses, but there are a few donkeys, mules, and even a pair of zebra dudes, with massive asses and twitching tails bursting out of torn jeans. You laugh, a distinctive equine sound as you witness most of your friends in various states of change and all acting like animals. Many of them are down on all fours now, holding their cups with rubbery lips as they continue to down their beer. Their larger sizes require much more alcohol to maintain their drunken state, after all!

The smells in the air start to become much more rank as the mentalities of your party-goers start matching their equine bodies. It is as though everyone has been holding in their bodily functions and are now unable to locate the proper facilities. You chuckle as Tim raises his long furry tail and drops a load of horse manure without any regard for his surroundings. He stands still as his bowels empty before your eyes, until eventually, his tail lowers, and he walks away, oblivious to what he's done.

Part of you knows you should be disgusted by the animalistic action. Yet the stench of sweat and manure seems to relax your mind. Instinctively you raise your tail and add your own dopples of stink to the gathered scents, finishing it off with a spray of urine from your hose-like cock. The odor is pungent at first, but soon gives you a sense of belonging. The stink reminds you of your fellows, how you are a part of a healthy and virile herd!

Your attention is drawn to Alex as he brays loudly. He is now down on all fours as he, too, raises his tail and relieves himself. He gives you a distant look after he finishes, as though he is hardly aware of your presence. It's obviously hard for him to think, as it is for you in your drunken state and diminished intellect.

He is hardly human anymore, and in his bestial embrace seems to allow the transformation to proceed more rapidly. His spine extends with a wet crack as his hips realign and his nose stretches. His thickening neck is now adorned with a rather fetching, bristly mohawk. You can see his chest barreling outwards, his fingers fusing into hooves as he bucks and kicks with his newfound freedom. Regardless of the bizarre circumstances, it is obvious that Alex loves being a donkey!

One of your other buddies, Caleb, is down on all fours and lapping at some spilled beer. Even though your vision is distorted from your longer muzzle, you can tell that Caleb has become a jenny. The scents wafting from his expansive cunt are just as intoxicating to your own senses.

This fact is obviously not lost on Alex as the new jackass sniffs and licks at Caleb's need. Caleb brays and pushes his growing ass back towards his would-be mate. A stream of rank piss is all the encouragement Alex needs. You watch as the now fully formed jackass leaps up on the backside of the jenny and thrusts forward, spreading the female's moist cunt lips with his taut equine cock. It doesn't take much for him to find his rhythm as he rocks in and out with a wet sloping sound.

You are sure that some of Alex's expression remains in those brown, asinine eyes as he drools and bucks and brays with true equine ecstasy. The donkey underneath him looks just as pleased as the two of them fuck themselves into true asses.

The sight just gets you hornier and hornier. Your cock is swaying heavily underneath you as you lower yourself to the floor. Everyone else is down on all fours, after all. And the smells from this level are even more intoxicating to your big brown nose. You can see your nostrils flare as your wider nasal cavities drink in all the equine perfume in the room has to offer. You are essentially hotboxed in the small space, the stink of equine musk clouding any lingering doubts you might harbor.

Your spine is getting longer, your hips sloshing and crunching audibly in your ears. You can feel your tail lengthening, and you just swish it over your backside, tickling your heavy balls and thick pucker. The weight of your ballooning stomach just makes your top-heavy body lower downwards even further. Yet you don't seem to mind. The idea of joining your fellows in bestial rutting is all that you can focus on in your drunken, equine stupor.

Your shoulders rotate forward suddenly, sliding into your flanks and making you comfortable in your new stance. Your ribs are pushing against your chest, expanding with every breath. Your skin prickles as every inch becomes covered with that dark equine hide and equally black fur. You end up on the tips of your fingers as your thickening nails hit the floor with an audible thump. But the remaining two digits are more than enough to support your weight as you settle into your new shape.

You feel something sniffing your crotch, and you look down at the long-nosed face of Tim licking at the engorged cock tip hanging near the ground. Your wider field of vision allows you to see every inch of his sexy mare form as you feel his rubbery lips on your cock. In seconds he's sucking down your pre, giving you the best head of your life. You have no idea how he's so good at this, and you stamp your hooves in pleasure. You feel a sense of dominance over this man turned mare, that he is yours now, that he needs you to mate him and fill him with a filly. As is your duty as a dominant stallion.

Soon he stops his oral ministrations and lifts his head, trotting forward and raising his tail to expose his winking sex. The scents wafting into your still-enlarging nostrils are more than you can resist. You rear up on the back of your former best friend-turned mare, whose expansive cunt is eager to take your cock into his newly developed folds. It takes some effort, but you are eventually able to stabilize yourself on his back as your hips start guiding your horsecock towards its goal.

"Fuck meeeiiiiggghhhh!" He whinnies, his need obvious, even through the increasingly equine inflections. You can't resist, even if you wanted to. The sound of his voice, combined with the rich smell of mare in heat makes you shove your cock deep inside his moist opening. Despite your inexperience, it takes no effort to find your place inside his throbbing, ready vagina. A few thrusts and you are inside, humping away your remaining humanity.

A sensation in your rear makes you crane your neck in time to see a draft horse sniffing your taut black donut. A passing human thought recognizes the clothing around the horse's neck as the ones that Christina had worn earlier. She is now fully changed, a massive draft stallion desperate for purchase inside your virgin pucker. Though you've never taken anything in your ass before, your clenching equine pucker seems to ache from the prospect.

You lift your tail and reposition your hips to better allow the massive draft to fuck your horsey anus. Hers, now his cock is rubbing all over your taint, oozing thick pre and moistening your opening. You grunt and whinny even as your own cock is forced further into the new mare's vulva. Her tight lips take your horse's penis and makes your position steady as Christina shoves his own taut rod deeper into your male tail hole.

You whicker loudly, unused to feeling your asshole filled, much less something the size of a horse's cock! Yet the deeper it is forced forward, the more comfortable you become with its girth inside you. The flared tip starts leaking in your bowels, making your whinny and snort from its warm moist fluid. The tip teases your massive equine prostate, and you can feel the waves of pleasure ebbing into your massive horse cock.

Every thrust of Christina's cock makes you pick up the pace in your mare's cunt, forcing Tim's sex to take your length even deeper. Your mind starts to fade under the onslaught of equine pleasures, but you don't care. No human experience could ever compare to this!

Though you are engrossed in your equine mating ritual, the scents of other rutting horses still stick out in your mind. Some of them are breeding females, like you, while other stallions are deep in their male lovers. Even some of the females are nose to vulva, lapping at each other's needy cunt lips. Gender seems to matter little with the desires of your newly-developed horse flesh. Everyone is engaged in carnal acts, and the scents of equine lust in the room only serve to spur your own inevitable end.

The three of you rock back and forth in perfect unison, the stench of your sweaty bodies and massive equine genitals more than enough to secure your release. Your thoughts continue to fade under the onslaught of bestial pleasure ebbing from your loins. Your massive softball-sized orbs beat against the ones on the male above as your end draws near.

Part of you wants to enjoy the feeling of your bodies rocking together, but that part is fading under the primal need to rut and cum in your mate. You feel your orgasm approach like a freight train and can't stop even if you want to!

*NnNNNNNNEEEEEIIIGGGHHHHHH!"

"NEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

"HHHHEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAWWWWWW!"

The sounds of equine release echo in your ears as your massive cock pumps exuberant quantities of horse cum into your mare's cunt. Your entire body shivers in release as you spill your load. The mare's cunt lips grip your cock like a vice as she drinks up every ounce of your virile seed.

The force of your spasming rectal clamps on your lover's cock is enough to bring him as well. You can feel his massive horse cock twitching uncontrollably as a torrent of stallion seed fills your ass. You nicker uncontrollably, loving the feeling of warm seed in your bowels as much as the cum still ebbing from your own horse cock.

Slowly you get down off your mount, your thick jism dripping from in thick plops from the mated mare's cunt. All around you, the stench of horse jizz and sweat and vaginal juices fills your nose as your equine frat brothers experience their own equine orgasms.

Yet right now, your mind only focuses on hunger, your massive belly needs to be filled now that your lust is sated. You flick your tail in annoyance as you try and sniff out a meal. But there's nothing to eat among the scents of your mating sweating herd mates. You dimly recall a field of lush grass outside but aren't sure how to reach it.

Your massive ears pick up the sounds of cars outside, and humans talking. You can barely make out the words 'frat' and 'stupid college kids' and 'horse'. Though the words have little meaning to you, you don't seem to mind. The humans are far too small to harm you. You can hear the doors to the building opening, and the scents of sweet grass and hay enter your nose. One of them comes up to you and offers you a sugar cube, and you grasp it in your lips eagerly, desperate for the sugary treat.

You don't even mind when someone puts a bridle over your nose and guides you outside into the cool night air. You are happy to move towards the scent of food. Your own musky odor is soon joined by those of your new herd. You feel safe and secure in a way that you have never known as your last human recollections finally fade, and you are led into a trailer to be taken to your new home.