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New Found Fortitude

By Von Krieger

Cliff sighed and gave the cupboards one last look through, but the result was just as it had been the last two or three times he'd looked. He was out of his favorite athletic supplement. He'd gotten the supply from a friend who swore by the stuff. It wasn't on the market quite yet, but the results were undeniable. Cliff had gained forty pounds of muscle, and somehow several inches of height as well. The stuff was amazing.

He couldn't explain how it worked, but even with the rigorous testing he went through as a part of his mixed martial arts career, nothing worrisome came up. He showed as being perfectly clean. Though he had jumped up into the Superheavyweight division, he wasn't worried at all. He was stronger than he looked. His last two fights had been incredibly easy, child's play almost, with the way he could easily overpower opponents who weighed even one hundred fifty pounds more than he did.

Cliff hated to end a workout without a protein drink afterwards. It was strange; he could've sworn he had about a cup left of the vanilla formula mix. The instructions said to mix small amounts of the six flavors provided with milk and try them one at a time and see which one tasted the best before deciding on a particular flavor line to try.

That was kind of strange, but Cliff supposed they might use slightly different formulas to make sure they didn't offset the taste of a particular type. Though Cliff wondered what they were worried about. The Z-Brawn line was without a doubt the best tasting athletic supplement line he'd sampled. The vanilla had been his favorite, though the others weren't all that bad.

He thought it over; the instructions said that aside from the initial taste test, he wasn't supposed to mix the product lines. But it would just be once or twice until he managed to get a new batch of vanilla. It shouldn't be too bad, and the blueberry was quite tasty as well.

He took the milk out of the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk, taking the small sampler container of blueberry powder out of the cupboard above the fridge. He stirred in a heaping tablespoon, and watched the milk turn a deep shade of blue. Cliff wondered what sort of dyes they were using in the stuff; most of the blueberry milk stuff he'd seen turned the stuff sort of a sludgy blue-grey.

Cliff mmmed softly as the mixture met his mouth, it was actually very good. Oddly enough the blueberry was better than the vanilla. It was sort of interesting; it wasn't quite the flavor he remembered. This was more of a blueberry cream. It was delicious, and Cliff found himself craving a second batch.

He poured himself another glass of milk when the coloration and thickness caught his attention. The color was just a little bit off for milk, and it was also a bit thicker than milk normally was, more in line with the vanilla protein drinks. He took a quick swig of milk. Someone had put all the vanilla supplement powder into the gallon of milk.

Cliff shrugged and mixed himself up another blueberry cream and gulped it down, putting the milk back in the fridge. He felt pretty good, a bit better than he normally did after a workout. He was also pretty hungry. He pulled a pair of the vanilla Z-Brawn candy bars out of the cupboard as he put the blueberry powder away. A thought went through Cliff's head, and he put one of the vanilla bars back, taking a blueberry instead.

Might as well see if the enhancement extended to the meal replacement bars as well.

-o-

A few miles away Clara leaned her bike up against a tree. She was more into building cardio than building muscle, since she did her best to maintain her weight class. But despite her best efforts, since starting with the Z-Brawn supplement line, she had almost gained half again her weight, as well as having gained six inches of height in the past three months.

She had been about average height before, though on the shorter side. Now she was almost six feet in height. The boxing commission wouldn't let her back in, despite doctors looking her over and finding nothing wrong. So she had been participating in local Toughwoman contests, rather than the local sanctioned boxing events.

Though she still seemed to be growing, Clara wasn't going to give up taking Z-Brawn, the 'runner's high' it gave her after a nice long bike ride was incredible. It also had her libido ramped up.

Her husband, Cliff, had taken to adjusting his workout schedule by about an hour, so he finished about the time Clara returned home from her bike ride. Though the growth had been giving Clara troubles, as she was too big for most of her wardrobe; the sweats she was wearing now belonged to their son, Cole.

She was also riding Cliff's bike, as the seat on her own didn't go up high enough to accommodate her longer legs. She had done her route several seconds faster than the day before, and if this kept up, she was going to have to extend her route, since it was meant to be half an hour out, and half an hour back. She was currently doing both segments around 20 minutes.

She took the thermos off of its place on the bike and opened it, drinking the cool combination of milk, fruit, ice cream, and chocolate Z-Brawn powder. She found herself gulping it down greedily once the first taste of it reached her tongue, it was far better than her normal milkshake, thicker, creamier, and in general tastier.

It was gone in an instant and so quickly she didn't even get an ice cream headache. It left her wanting more, but all that she had were the snack bars that Cliff had in the bike's cargo pack.

Clara shrugged, her husband could have them replaced later, and right now she was positively ravenous. The warning against mixing flavors never crossed her mind, and she tore the wrappers off the cookies and cream flavored snack bars without any hesitation.

-o-

In the middle of his second period study hall, Cole wasn't feeling all that great. He'd made himself a malt the previous evening, using the vanilla stuff to spice up the bland and cheap vanilla ice cream they bought at the big 'buy in bulk' store in town. He'd found that the stuff was damned good, and had mixed the rest in with the milk so he could have some on his cereal the next morning.

But the cereal hadn't been as filling as usual, and he'd snatched a handful of candy bars from the cupboard above the fridge to eat on the way to school. The banana one had been pretty meh, the blueberry was nice, the chocolate one had been better than most chocolate bars, the cookies and cream had been delicious, the strawberry had been incredible, but the cherry one was the absolute best.

His clothes must've shrunk in the wash or something; they felt almost unpleasantly tight against his body. Plus his jeans were really squishing his balls. It was like riding a bike with pants that were one size too small, every movement caused groinal discomfort. As he looked across the room at the cute, blond, leggy, somewhat nerdy girl with the glasses, Cole quickly found his discomfort increasing the moment his mind started to wander.

Thankfully study hall was in the gym/lunchroom this hour, and the boys' locker room was close by. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Cole stood and quickly made his way to the locker room. He had a pair of sweat pants that were a bit baggy that he could wear the rest of the day.

He unbuttoned his fly to relieve some of the pressure as he spun the dial on his combination lock, and sighed happily as some of the discomfort vanished. He quickly pulled his sweat pants out of the locker, unzipping his fly and pushing down his jeans. Cole's erect member emerged into the open air, the sight of it making the youth gasp.

It was twice as big as it was supposed to be, bright pink in color, and kinda of funny shaped. He reached down and gripped it experimentally, his fingers barely able to encircle the thick organ. Strangely Cole felt his mouth begin to water at the sight of such thick, plentiful, glistening meat.

He began to stroke himself, coaxing more slick, gooey pre from his shaft. Change of clothes forgotten, Cole took a seat on the bench that ran between the lockers, pants around his ankles. Freed from its canvas prison, Cole's cock continued to grow and swell. The head began to flatten out as the beautiful shaft grew thicker than Cole's wrist.

His brief felt snug as his balls caught up with the growth of his member, which had emerged from the Y front. With a soft, pained cry Cole tugged the opening wider, letting his apple sized balls out into the air.

The horse-cocked youth sighed happily, and leaned forward, his tongue sliding slowly over the opening of his prodigious member, shivering with delight as his tongue encounter some of his thick, tasty pre. He gripped a grapefruit sized ball with one hand, the other working up and down the bright pink shaft, sliding over the medial ring.

He heard footsteps from the sport lockers next door, "Dude, you okay in there?" came the concerned voice of a member of the wrestling team, who practiced this hour on the other side of the gym.

Cole whimpered softly, but he couldn't possibly stop himself.

-o-

At home Cliff was facing a similar pang of sudden arousal. His spandex workout clothes suddenly felt a size too small. The sudden need hit him like someone had poured a bucket of water on him, one moment he was fine, the next he was double over, panting with need.

He was in the main floor bathroom, just off the weight room, when the urge struck him. Cliff quivered, hands running down his body, drawing a gasp at the sensitivity of his nipples, slipping downward and finding his member having poked out of the waistband of his short, and was now up around belly button level.

But the needful ache wasn't from his member; it was something else, a weird new urge that suffused him. Cliff grabbed a bottle of shampoo and stumbled out into the gym. Her looked around for something, anything, he could use. His gaze settled on the rubber coated 20 pound dumbbells that Clara used for her workouts. One would do, but it certainly wouldn't fit, would it?

Regardless, Cliff found himself removing his shorts and kneeling, placing the dumbbell on end and pouring the shampoo onto it, rubbing it over the thick, flat, round shape. Cliff took a deep breath of the pleasant, masculine scent, he'd gotten the shampoo from the same friend, and it made his hair wonderfully soft, thick, and shiny.

Holding the weight in position with one hand, Cliff positioned himself, teeth clenched; wincing, knowing that he couldn't possible fit the head of the weight inside him. But to his surprise his anal ring parted easily, opening itself up for the weight. It filled him so perfectly, just the right size and shape.

Cliff's rump met his heels and he began to push upward, but rather than remain on the floor, the dumbbell came along with him. With a frustrated growl, Cliff pulled it out of himself and tossed it aside, licking his lips and looking for a heavier dumbbell. He didn't even look at the number of the weight he grabbed; he just felt it was the right one.

The shampoo made his bare skin tingle pleasantly, and Cliff began to stroke the lower part of his cock with one hand as the other poured a generous amount of the stuff on the dumbbell, wanting to lube it up perfectly to take inside of him. The stuff smelled so good, it made his body ache with need. It made him think of grassy fields, of being a mare in heat.

Cliff's cock quivered at the thought, seeming to surge upward a few inches, growing thicker. But that couldn't possibly happen, could it? Cliff paid it no attention as he lowered himself once more onto the barbell, imagining a huge, muscular stallion approaching, its heavy weight on his back, the beast's monstrous, magnificent prick finding his willing rear and plunging in deep.

He cried out in delight, the upper portion of his cock still contained by his spandex shirt. The thin material proved little barrier to his caress, and Cliff began to stroke himself. His other hand scratched at the unpleasant itch on his chest, an itch that once scratched blossomed into a soft, warm pleasure.

He began to pant as he groped himself, slowly bobbing up and down, the dumbbell's head in his ass simulating the imagined cock of a sexy stallion. The pleasure was all that mattered, the odd sensations that seemed to come from all over his body, pinching on some places, but swelling in most, didn't matter to him.

What had began as a simple rub and stroke around the nipple area to rid himself of that nagging itch became a grope and a firm massage as the flesh bulged outward, soft roundness pushing forward around each of Cliff's nipples.

Cliff moved a black-nailed hand from his cock to his other breast, the two sensitive orbs large enough, and his thick, flat headed member long enough that he could tit-fuck himself. His mouth began to water. Just a few more inches, a few more agonizing inches...

-o-

Clara had long since begun to moan softly with each exhalation. She wasn't sure what it was, but somehow she was horny as hell, the mere pressure of her body weight on the bicycle seat between her legs was enough to give her pleasure.

Each time she pushed a foot downward, the brief contact with the seat as she rode practically standing sent a delightful, erotic thrill through her body. It was strange, in that in some ways it was getting harder, but in others it was getting easier to pedal.

She felt like she was getting stronger, each turn of the pedals easier than the one before. But it was also getting harder, as her balance seemed to be shifting just a little bit with each passing second as well. And what was worse is that her borrowed clothes suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.

Clara cried out as her sweat pants began to strain against her muscular, powerful body. She was thankful for the seclusion of the forested trail that ran behind their home, abandoned during weekday mornings as most were in school or at work.

She wanted to stop, to tear the constricting clothes from her frame, but the pleasure she got from the movement was too much. How could she stop when she was feeling the most intense sexual pleasure she'd ever known?

It wasn't just her clothes that were too small. The bike had begun to feel a little bit too tiny. The handlebars were hard to grip with her strong, powerful hands, the seat was uncomfortable, jabbing her in her sex as she tried to sit on it. And she had to sit on it, she was quickly growing too tall for the bike, her center of gravity shifting constantly, making her afraid of a crash.

Clara felt the seams of the sweat pants begin to give way against her expanding form, she began to panic, what if someone saw her nude out here? The thought was wiped from her mind a moment later as the crotch of the sweatpants gave way, and Clara's almost squatting motion as she pedaled pushed the bike's seat all the way into the sopping wet depths of her cunny.

She howled with pleasure, altering her stance even more, to allow herself to pump up and down on the seat and enhance her pleasure even further. She was so close to climax, and so close to home. She almost growled with frustration as she rode into the open gate.

With glazed eyes she pulled herself off the bike, letting it fall just outside the shed. She looked down at herself, the plain white t-shirt clinging to her so tightly that it revealed ever curve, every slab of rock-hard muscle, save for where her tits pressed it outward.

She put a hand to them in confusion; she had never been busty by any stretch of the word. Her athletic regiment left her well toned, but sadly flat to the point where she didn't need to wear a bra. Nor did she now, her tits firm enough to keep their position.

Clara stepped into the shed, tearing off the constrictive pants and shirt, looking over her beautiful, muscular body. Looking down as such picture perfect tits made her loins ache even more. All her time tanning had really started to do her good recently, and she grinned as her gloved hands gripped her gorgeous tits, wondrous orbs the glistened with a slight sheen of sweat, capped with erect, black nipples the size of silver dollars.

Her bare breasts reminded her of chocolate for some reason, smooth, tasty, sexy chocolate. She blinked a few times, she didn't remember being quite so dark in complexion, nor did she recall having beautiful, black nipples.

She was aware of the mess she was making, her eager cunt virtually gushing, a torrent of her fluids oozing down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. She couldn't take her eyes off her breasts, but she had to stuff herself full of something.

She dropped to her knees, pulling over the plastic tub of sports equipment. She snatched up a pair of basketballs, which soon disappeared into her cunny.

Clara moaned with delight, their rough, bumpy texture feeling delightful on her inner walls, muscles as strong as those found on the rest of her frame shifting them around inside of her.

She lay back on the floor, pushing a breast upward, taking the thick nipple into her mouth, suckling happily. To her surprise she found a sweet taste in her mouth. Chocolate.

Clara began to drink happily from herself, one hand moving down her body to rub at her clit, which had long since begun to feel funny. She wrapped her fingers around the four inch length and began to stroke.

-o-

Cole continued to lick and caress his growing shaft; it was nearly two feet in length, the proud, bright pink length on level with his chest. He stroked it rapidly with one hand, the other slowly stroking the soft, tight skin of his sack, caressing the softball sized testicle within.

He had begun to lick the flat, broad head, the sweet, fruity taste of his precum spreading over his tongue. It tasted like fruit punch, and it was absolutely delicious. He felt a heat in his cheeks as he blushed. He wanted to stop, to move away, he couldn't bear having someone seeing him like this, all horny and weird.

The very thought of someone seeing him, watching Cole pleasure himself made his arousal rise further. His member throbbed; its pink color darkening to a bright, cheery, cherry red.

"Dude what the fuck?" came the voice of the Cole's fellow locker room patron.

"That's gross dude."

Cole turned, seeing a member of the wrestling team, toned, athletic body contained in a skin-tight singlet. His gaze went downward, seeing the boy's plentiful package. Cole whinnied softly as a spike of pleasure shot through him, his mammoth cock firing off an arc of hot, glistening precum.

The wrestler's arms went up, protecting his face instinctively. The sticky goo splattered all over him, seeming to glow softly as it touched his skin. He put his arms down, blinking a few times and looking at the mess on his bare skin. He looked conflicted and slowly brought two fingers to his mouth, his tongue slowly extending, his hand shaking, as if he was trying to stop himself.

Once tongue and fingers met, the sweet fruity taste of Cole's pre spreading over his tongue, all resistance vanished. The ice pack fell from the wrestler's hand and he walked across the room, no longer hampered by the twisted ankle that had caused his early removal from practice.

Cole saw a tent quickly appear in the smooth material of the singlet, a tent that quickly became a tube. The boy sat on the bench, legs spread, wrapping them around Cole's waist. He reached up and stroked Cole's cheek with one hand, the other joining Cole's in the caressing of the thick, equine member.

"Man, you're beautiful..." the wrestler said, his lips meeting Cole's for a kiss. The kiss sent a thrill through Cole's body, and he felt strange. He had liked the kiss, more than liked it. He hadn't ever been interested in other guys before, and didn't particularly want to start now. But he was so horny, and he couldn't stop himself from lustfully returning the kiss.

The two parted as Cole's member surged in length, gaining an additional six inches, now just below their chins. The wrestler grinned and began to lick at the precum covered head. Cole moaned as the boy nibbled on his thick horsecock. Cole felt a weird tingle in his hands, and looked to one of them.

He watched with fascination as his nails turned purple and his fingers began to merge. The transformation began at the bottom join, a faint, translucent membrane of skin appearing between the two at first. The skin thickened and grew, taking on the appearance of normal skin. Then the area between each digit seemed to fill up with new flesh and bone, fusing the two fingers into a single digit, the purple nails covering the last joint. His thumbs grew and thickened, seemingly to compensate and be even with the rest of the hand.

Cole found his newly transformed hand slipping into the wrestler's single, feeling the heat of the bare flesh beneath, heat that grew as his hand journeyed deeper and deeper before finding the hottest point of all and wrapping around it. Cole found himself beginning to stroke the thick shaft.

He couldn't help himself, and he began repeating such in his head. He wasn't gay. He didn't want a fat, succulent cock in his mouth. He didn't want this sexy athletic behind him, proud horsecock plowing into him.

He didn't want any of that.

-o-

Cliff moaned and bucked, bobbing up and down on the free weight that had become his dildo. His cock felt so good as he suckled gleefully on it, the black length coated all the way down with a mix of precum and drool. Cliff couldn't swallow; the sheer girth of his cock made it impossible. He should be suffocating, choking to death on his own shaft, yet somehow he could take it into his mouth and down his throat without difficulty.

His spandex attire made things feel all the better. Somehow the stuff stretched along with his growth, containing a pair of beach ball sized tits and a cock as thick as a 2 liter bottle.

With a soft grunt, Cliff began to pull at his shaft, wanting it out of his mouth. As good as it felt, the act made him feel weird. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to revel in the pleasure that his cock and tits gave him.

The shaft left his lips with a loud popping sound, the length of it making it just a hair higher than Cliff's head. How had he gotten it in there, for that matter, how had it gotten out?

No matter, it was able to be stroked now, loved and caressed in ways that made him quiver and moan. He released his plentiful breasts, three fingered hands reaching up and gripping half of his might member's girth. He ran them up and down his blue-black length causing a steady flow of sweet, berry-flavored precum to slowly ooze down his shaft, in easy distance of his eager tongue.

The was a strange, quiet sound, one of a low creaking, then suddenly Cliff's delicious member was plucked from his grasp, falling forward as his spandex top reached its limits, tearing away from his body making breast and cock flesh spring outward like a pale white and glistening navy avalanche.

His member hit the floor, the impact sending a spike of pleasure through Cliff's powerful body. He cried out, feeling testes the same girth as his monstrous breasts tense and then suddenly release their hot, sticky burden.

It was like watching a fire hose, the sheer volume of fluid that rocketed forth from him. The thick, white goo seemed to coat everything, splattering against the walls, the ceiling, and the workout equipment. But Cliff didn't mind. He moaned and rubbed his massive member, coaxing further jets from it, the air filling with the scent of blueberries and vanilla.

As his shaft let loose the last few dribs and drabs of seed, Cliff stood, panting, out of breath from the experience. He moaned softly as he parted ways from the dumbbell. His mind was clearing a bit, and he began to notice his changes for the first time.

Cliff had to crouch a little bit to prevent his head from hitting the eight foot ceiling and his skin had lost its tone, becoming a pale, bone white. Not to mention the fact that he'd suddenly gained a large pair of fleshy beach balls upon his chest, two more between the legs, and a section of cum-spurting railroad tie.

He realized that it all was rather odd, but the oddness didn't particularly matter, it felt good, really, really good and Cliff was obviously bigger and stronger than before, which was what really mattered.

He grinned and went to get a mop to clean up the mess, though the moment he stepped in the thick puddle of seed that coated the floor of most of the workout room, he felt his arousal building once again.

His legs felt oddly warm, and they suddenly gave out under him, sending Cliff sprawling tits first into the mess, which only made the odd warm surge elsewhere in his body. It seemed like every inch of his massive frame ached with need, needing to put his titanic cock into something, needing an equally large something to be put into him.

Looking up from his place on the floor Cliff noticed the clock on the wall and grinned. Clara ought to be done with her bike ride any time now.

He pushed himself up onto new, navy blue hooves, flicking his elongated ears in the low breeze of the air conditioner as he headed through the house to the back door, taking great care not to knock anything over with his jumbo shaft.

Cliff moaned softly as his thighs rubbed together, a strange new ache coming from behind his balls; an ache that leaked thick precum down his thighs, dripping onto the floor in light blue droplets.

-o-

Cole felt his mouth begin to water again; he wanted to suckle on his lover's sweet shaft. His own lust forgotten, Cole began to tug down the straps of the boy's singlet. The wrestler lay back on the bench, sighing softly and thrusting into Cole's grip. They paid no attention to the sounds of ripping cloth as his still-growing body proved too much for his briefs to contain.

He kissed the boy's shoulder as he tugged the second strap of the singlet down, peppering the smooth, tanned skin with gentle kisses as he followed the strap downward, moving to the inside of the arm, then onto the bare chest, and further downward as he slowly coaxed the singlet downward.

Cole's own mighty member was getting in the way. As much as he hated to, he gently coaxed his lover's legs away from around his waist. Cole stood, absently pulling the pieces of shredded cloth and elastic away from his body. His shoes had begun to feel a bit tight as well, and as he knelt, he tugged them off and tossed them aside.

But try as he might, no matter how he maneuvered, his member got in the way of his attempts to suck off his companion. He licked his lips and looked pleadingly at the boy, Cole's body shaking with hungry need. He didn't want to do it, but he had to; had to drink up the sweet seed of the sexy, gorgeous, pointy-eared teen before him. He needed that cock inside him, one way or the other.

Cole bit his tongue, trying to ignore the urges, trying to fight them off, but failing miserably. He felt a soft tickle on his shoulders and back, but the hunger was too much for him. There was an emptiness within him, an aching emptiness that could only be filled with what the wrestler had to offer.

His formally short hair now flowing down his shoulders in a shimmering, multicolored mane, Cole felt himself dropping to all fours at the end of the bench, moving into the doorway between the common and team locker rooms, the only place that felt wide enough for his expanded frame with room for the boy to mount him, as well as space for his prodigious cock ahead of him.

Cole raises his rump into the air and looked back, "Fill me, please?" he whimpered.

The boy nodded, his own three fingered hand stroking his pale pink member, now a foot long and beginning to flatten at the top, to bulge in the middle with a medial ring, and to warp and shift at the base into a sheath.

The soft, wet sound of the semi-equine member sliding into Cole was accompanied by a series of soft pops and cracks as Cole's legs altered, taking on a form more fitting for an equine. His nails began to grow, seeming to devour his toes, then most of the foot in a few moments, leaving behind a gleaming, perfect, purple hoof that shimmered as if it had been polished.

But Cole paid this no attention, he cried out with pleasure and relief as he finally felt that hot, sweet meat inside of him. He pushed back against his sadly smaller partner, delighting in the soft smacking sounds the boy's grapefruit sized balls made against his body as he thrust in rapidly.

With each hot jet of pre from the youth, Cole felt his hunger fading as his body continued to change. His skin began to take on a pink color, as if with a full body blush; a blush that would never go away.

Cole cried out as his lover gripped something new, just above the pink horseboy's rump, his tail, thin and pink along the length, but fanning out at the end into a soft bloom of multicolored hair.

The horseboy whimpered as his tail was tugged harder with each thrust, it made him feel so ashamed at his lack of control. Here he was in the middle of the school day, on all fours in the locker room, his ass being filled and his cock jutting proudly away from his body with massive arousal, a huge puddle of precum beginning to form on the floor.

Cole half-opened his eyes, looking down at the berry-red pole of flesh in front of his face and the thick puddle of goo that had come from it in the few moment that he had been here. If he was leaking this badly from just pre, what was it going to be like when he finally came?

His balls were huge, nearly as big around as his backpack. Just how much was he going to let loose with? He was going to make such a mess. Such a naughty pony, making such a big, sticky, gooey, sweet...

All coherent though left Cole's mind as his body seemed to light up with sweet bliss. The bones of his face popped, forming a short, cute muzzle that opened to let out a soft, shy gasp of shamed pleasure.

The horseboy felt like his cock had become a fire hose, spraying what had to be gallons of cum over the locker room, impacting the walls, floors, and ceiling and splattering messily, coating everything in fruit punch-flavored stickiness.

At that moment, Cole heard the door open, the wrestling team's practice over, the team returning to the lockers to shower and clean up before the next class started.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." whispered Cole in panic, "They're going to see us! They're going to see us fucking!"

"Oh... oh god..." moaned the wrestler, slamming a final time into Cole's rump.

The pink horseboy's protests faded as a strange, pleasant sensation filled him as his body began to instinctively milk his lover's cock for all it was worth.

"What is this crap?" one voice said.

"Yuck, it's... warm!" said another.

"And it... tastes good." Said yet another.

"Mmm... I think you'll taste good." Added a fourth, before appending, "Wait, what the fuck did I just say?" onto that.

"Whatever it is, it's making me so fucking horny right now..." added a fifth.

A half dozen boys stood at the far side of the locker room, watching Cole and his lover.

"Fuck, man, look at the size of that cock! I want to suck it soooo bad... NO! NO I DON'T!"

"That's fucking gross, it's a horse cock, just look at it!"

"Yeah, don't you just want to lick it clean?"

"I... I want to lick you clean."

-o-

Clara's attention to her breasts, and the sweet chocolate contained within, had quickly faded as the pulsing, pounding, throbbing need of her new member began to overtake her. She wrapped both hands around it, the two thick fingers and thumb on each giving her a strong, powerful grip on the glistening black shaft.

The tantalizing scent of chocolate filled the shed as shaft and slit alike gushed with aroused need. The shed also seemed to be increasingly less comfortable, more constrictive to her movements, the air rapidly growing hot and humid.

Her hands weren't enough, she needed to cram her two foot length into something, something hot, something wet, something dripping with need. Cliff. Cliff would be done with his workout now, and for the last few days his libido had been incredible. The two had taken to making love in bed until just before Cole came home from school.

Even if it wouldn't fit in her hubby, Cliff could at least make himself useful by pressing his hot, sweaty body against it, rubbing it against his flesh and Clara's own. While it wouldn't be as nice as a pussy, it would do.

Clara licked her lips and pushed open the shed doors, stepping out into the backyard, her hooves making loud clomping sounds on the sidewalk as she moved. She took each step with a purpose, hard, solid hooves propelled by massive muscles. A few cracks appeared in the concrete tiles that had not been there before.

She just about tore the backdoor off its hinges as she entered, her milk chocolate brown body glimmering with the sweat of exertion and lust. She had to crouch forward as she walked, the house's ceiling a bit too low for comfort.

The smell of sweet berries and cream filled her nostrils, making her mouth water, making her cock throb with delight. She met the source of the sweet scent in the dining room, her husband coming back to greet her.

Clara grinned at the sight of Cliff's altered body. It matched her own, big, powerful, voluptuous, and wonderfully equine. The two hyper herms met one another in a clash of bodies that shook the house as they embraced one another.

Heavy breasts mashed together, leaking thick, sweet milk down their bodies, their lips met, tongue jousting hungrily as each tasted the sweet saliva of the other. Equine shafts met, slick heat rubbing against slick heat.

Jaw popped, pressing forward into muzzles, teeth becoming large and square. Hair lengthened into thick manes, hers black, his a deep blue, long, elegant tails continuing the length of hair, nearing the ground.

Stripes appeared on their skin, pale white hands tracing over mocha skin and white markings, chocolate caressing vanilla and navy blue.

Their new muzzles parted, husband and wife looking into the others' eyes.

"I need to be inside you." "I need you inside of me." They said at once.

Cliff was shoved onto the dining room table, which shattered under his weight, he cried out as his aching new femsex was gleefully filled by his wife's shaft, just as large as his own.

Three fingered hands groped plentiful breasts, equine lips meeting sensitive nipple, drawing out the sweet nourishment the other craved.

The changes ceased, desire stopped aching so terribly, but yet the two continued, enjoying their new bodies, the new ways they could show love for one another.

They had time, their son wouldn't be home for a few hours yet, and once he'd drunk his dinner, he could join them, no doubt.

-o-

Cole moaned softly as a pair of ruby lips parted ways with his cock, he panted, out of breathe as his body ached from all the exertion that his sexual encounters had given him.

The school's PA system gave off the one-two tone that signaled the start of the next hour of classes, classes that Cole and several other students were going to miss. He reached up with his purple tipped, three fingered hands, gripping the blonde mane of the cheerleader that had been pleasuring him for the past few minutes.

He smiled as he stared into her eyes, made larger by her glasses. Her face had only grown more beautiful with the addition of the short muzzle. He brought his lips to hers, his tongue clearing traces of his seed from her lips.

He sighed sadly as she pulled her shaft from his rump, his pink body missing its presence already. She grinned at him and gave one of Cole's small breasts a grope.

The last hour had been a blur, a fuzzy period filled with lust as the wrestling team had explored his increasingly equine body and him their's. He looked around at the two dozen or so horse herms that occupied the locker room, half of them with satisfyingly large cocks, the other half with heavy, milk filled breasts.

It made him grin to think that the former feature belonged to all the cheerleaders, and the latter to the wrestlers. Each had an asset that the others lacked, and craved. All the others had gained a new addition between their legs, and though he had smallish breasts, Cole had remained entirely male in that area.

And while the rest of them had short muzzles, tails, three fingers, and two toed feet, they lacked Cole's size, muscle tone, and above all the exceptionally equine frame he possessed. They wanted the long ears, the hooves, and the beautiful rainbow mane and markings he possessed on his pink skinned body.

He grinned and looked over the markings on his arms, white, brown, red, blue, and yellow. Gorgeous zebra stripes, the thought made him blink, and then grin. The colors matched up, and the name...

Cole wondered why he hadn't made the connection earlier. "I know where we need to go." He said with a big smile, wanting to grant his herd the completion of form they all desired, "But we're going to need a way to drive us all there."

One of the wrestlers grinned, "I've got the horse trailed on the back of my pickup. I'm supposed to get my mom's favorite mare from the vet's. If y'all don't mind riding in it, that'll work."

All the herd nodded their consent and they began to dress themselves as best they could.

"Boy, aren't mom and dad going to be surprised." Cole said to himself.

-o-

"In what is the largest known outbreak of the Tate-Fairchild Virus, the entire community of Summer Oaks, California has been quarantined. The outbreak of the disfiguring ailment apparently having started at the town high school sometime this morning."

"The towns of Elk River, Littlebrook, and Blue Valley have been evacuated due to fears that the virus could have gotten into the water. The CDC has extended its standing order to consume only bottled water, to avoid swimming in lakes and rivers, and to avoid fresh dairy products."

"In other news the continuing escalation of Big Foot sightings has increased again today, up five from yesterday for a total of thirty three calls to the station today reporting seeing a large, furred biped of about eight feet in height. Accounts are conflicting as to the coloration and gender of the beast."