Jeff winced. He had only gotten back to the original Add/Change Feature Options menu to hopefully undo things, but then his mother had shut the laptop on his hands and pulled him away.
Now, while his mom was giving him a lengthy lecture, he was dealing with a serious lengthy hardon like none other. He tried to suppress it with purer thoughts, but to no avail. This thing had a mind of its own. And it so badly wanted to rip through his jeans! He kind of hoped it would, because the size of the thing was trapping itself under the seat belt.
But beyond the sensual feelings from his groin, he was feeling something else weird down there.
“I swear, Jeff, I will take away that laptop if you keep playing games instead of listening and following directions!”
He could feel a push from inside his groin, and he could see movement. His unsheathed cock and balls were… sliding toward his thigh? Oh, god, just concentrating on it for too long was keeping him aroused. But something else was happening. The push wasn’t coming from his cock. In a cautious, slow manner, Jeff moved his hand to his crotch, and what he felt was something… growing into his hand, pushing out from his skin. Something that was not his cock.
“You know we’re going month-to-month right now! We need this payment so I can pay rent.”
Or, was it … his cock? Oh, no… he connected the dots and realized it immediately.
He had given himself a second set of genitals! Horse genitals!
“You need to perform, or we’re on the streets. Do you understand?”
The sudden feelings were mounting. The skin was covering up the growth, like a sheath, and from inside that flesh, was a second cock, definitely not human, but nearly identical to his other one. The movement and changes were like masturbation. The masculine, equine aroma was killing him.
How could he … do anything … with a second pair of genitals??
Into the seat, underneath the new cock, a push and tug against the fabric of his pants kept growing and growing, pushing and stretching his jeans...
Until it was too much.
*RIP*
“If your father were still alive…”
Double-trouble. His pants had ripped open, and there were the second horsecock and set of balls poking out from the carnage. Exposed, growing on the right side of his groin. There was a brief moment of wonder, replaced quickly by the itch to touch them. Meanwhile his real genitals… well, original - wait, no, his … damn it all, his real genitals, were moving to the left to make room. Fuck!
When he had gotten back to the options menu, it probably just repeated the transformation again! He hadn’t had a chance to set anything new, so it just did the same thing over and started when his mother closed the laptop on his hands.
“...He’d have a thing or two to teach you about extracting and technique. Your father was quite the stallion.”
What was he going to do now? The feeling of having one was too much… he… was starting… overcome with… erotic thoughts, so suddenly that he could... barely concentrate.
The left cock was begging for attention, almost completely erect, and the right one was nearly full-grown now. Two independent but full-sized horse balls now straddled against the skin of his thighs, pushing his legs aside to make room among the crowd. His body felt like it had gone numb, and his vision was blurry.
The left one would expand and contract, then the right one… left, right, left, right… there was never a moment of rest, of urge… oh god, it was insatiable! A rhythm of lust and hormones. He wanted to have sex! He needed to do something!
“Now, Jeff, are both Left and Right feeling good today? Mr. Hanson may need to use both.”
He didn’t even hear what his mother said. His thoughts were completely taken over. He knew it was wrong, he tried, but… fuck!
“Jeff?”
He wanted it. He needed it. He couldn’t disobey.
His hands started to move. One hand on each. Like driving a steering wheel. He needed to pump. Left and right, left and right, left and right... yes...
Suddenly his mother slapped him across the face.
“JEFF!”
And instantly, he let go. The distraction of being slapped caught his attention. As if his mind had turned on again.
“Sorry, hon - I gotta do it. I know it’s hard for you to control your urges, but you have to get it together here; we’re not at the farm yet.”
Oh my god, Jeff thought… he was sooooo out of control! He hadn’t even cared that someone was watching; he … was acting just like an animal!
His mother slapping him had distracted him enough to regain composure, thank God. His cocks were retracting into the two separate sheaths, much like a horse. But… double.
The intensity and vivacity of being doubly endowed raised important questions - how was he going to get back to the Chronivac and avoid this farm situation? How could he keep control of himself long enough to do so?
Or what else could he do? What kind of reality had he set himself up for?
“Also - uggh, Jeff!... look what you did! Those pants have to go. What were you trying to do, those can’t fit you! Hopefully Doc has something for you to put on instead…”
They were almost there. Jeff was going to have to think up something fast, deal with Doc Hanson, or face the consequences...