Katie didn't know what to do now. Both vials were empty, so she wasn't going to change more. At least she hoped she wasn't.
"I could have ended up on all fours. Little favors I guess. But how am I going to fix this? I can't go out like this!" Katie thought as she gazed at her body in the mirror.
Her hooves scuffed against the floor as she turned around to survey the "damage" to her rear. Aside from the fur, and the inflated asshole, Katie wasn't that opposed to her changes. Her ass looked firmer and larger than ever. But again, little favors. Because as she drew her eyes back to the full picture, Katie knew there wasn't much to be happy about.
Her cock was hiding in its dark colored sheath, and her entire body was covered in a thick pelt of palomino fur. Katie's nose and mouth were different. Not quite a muzzle, but not human either. And her tongue. It was so big that she could wash it over her lips and even her nose.
Another thing to be thankful for, she still had her hands. Granted they were thick ambling digits that looked just as out of place as the cock between her legs. Katie adjusted her position, trying to get used to the new addition. Her cock wasn't so much the problem as her balls were. Katie tried to shove them up into er body, but even the slightest touch sent her into an orgasm.
So her left them hang there, unable to do anything but allow them to slap back and froth from leg to leg as she walked. Going from the downstairs bathroom to her bedroom proved to be a challenge on hooves. Katie stumbled a few times, but managed to right herself before she crashed into the ground.
Once in her bedroom she went straight to her closet to try and find something to wear. Shoes were out of the picture with her hooves. Shirts wouldn't be too difficult, especially now that she was flat chested. But getting them over her mane wouldn't be easy.
And then there was the matter of pants. None of her tight fitting girl clothing would fit her lower half. Sure she could cut a hole for her tail, but there was no way anything she owned could contain her bulge. Katie's tail absently swished back and forth, and every now and then she'd stamp her hoof in anger. She only became aware of her actions when, after thumbing through her entire wardrobe and finding nothing big enough to wear but a spare bed sheet, she whinnied in frustration, then clasped her hands over her mouth when she realized she'd just whinnied. Things were getting worse by the second. It seemed that not only was she now a he, she was becoming more horse like.