As Jenny’s legs marched on, drawing ever-closer to the sea, she became bored. After she got used to them, she was soothed by the rhythmic jiggling of her new massive legs, their constant barrage of feelings become but background noise to her nerves. She marched on for miles, daydreaming, practically on autopilot, with everyone in her path running out of her way. That is, until she reached an art museum in Los Angeles.
The museum in question was celebrating the genius and inventions of Leonardo da Vinci, and for this special event they erected a large, 24 foot tall horse statue: a copy of Leonardo’s design, the Gran Cavallo. This large statue was placed just perfectly in slumbering Jenny’s path, and sure enough:
*THUNK*
“Ow… fu- what happened? And why does my head hur… oh no…” she trailed off, awoken from her daydreams by the sudden pain of running headfirst into a large, bronze object. She looked up, and to her dismay, saw the head of a horse. She the felt her arms automatically press down on her massive hips, her upper body separating from her lower as she hoisted herself up to the Gran Cavallo’s shoulders. At the same time, it bent down, depositing its head on the large, curvy legs Jenny was leaving behind. “Oh, no no no…” she cried, as her new form came to life.
She instantly felt a tsunami of new and unknown feelings from her 25,800lb Andalusian stallion body. She felt its mass and her new height as she began to thunder west to the sea, just a few blocks away. She felt her horse’s skin change from dull bronze to a beautiful, slightly spotted shade of grey coat of fur as she galloped. She cried out for anyone to step in her path, but the fact that she shook the ground with each heavy clop alerted all to her incoming presence. Soon she, crying, felt the sand under her hooves, and then, finally, the salty water of the Pacific graced her hooves, having swapped with no one.
Jenny was now a 24 foot tall, 13 ton Andalusian centaur. She felt the wind blow on her fur, her tail swish gently against her legs, and what little of a mane she had tickle at her equine shoulders and human waist. She looked behind her, feeling through her black, straight-haired mane, surprised at the large size of her new equine ass nearly 25 feet away! She was shocked at just how larger her new horse body truly was, the size almost incomprehensible.
Jenny decided she needed to leave LA as soon as possible, and began to sprint as fast as she could back east. She felt the ground under her shake with every hoof-fall, her hooves leaving indents on the pavement below because of her massive weight. On her way through LA she passed the museum again, the stripper’s massive legs having turned to bronze, posing lewdly with the horse’s head standing majestically on top. She stopped and cried, her head in her hands, as she thought of how much she’d have preferred those jiggly, curvy, sexy legs over her massive, thunderous, athletic equine body. She then continued thundering on, back to her family, until the sun went down. She found herself in the middle of a field somewhere between LA and Arizona. Jenny carefully sat down, tucking her legs under herself and bending her upper body back, sleeping in a pile of her mane hair. She drifted off to sleep, still recovering mentally from the shock of the body she now is stuck with.