Sometime later, Jen slowly came back to her senses. She found herself once again slumped over in a messy aftermath of her own making. Unlike last time, however, the only eyes available to her were the ones in her head. All the others were either inside her, submerged in cum, or both.
Yet even now her balls occasionally churned, ushering a few last spurts of cum from her cocks. She was too exhausted to do anything about the one lodged in her mouth, which had at some time point pushed itself down into her throat where it remained, continuing to feed her her own cum.
With one final spurt, she felt warm cum trickle out from her pussy and down the back of her ballsack. It only just now overflowed. Her bellies, human and horse alike, sat heavy and bloated with the stuff. With a half-crazed smile of disbelief, she wondered if she could get herself pregnant. She could probably give birth to two if not three horses. She already looked the part.
Then, just like that, she felt her cocks come back under her control.
She gagged as she withdrew the horsecock from her throat. Frothy horse cum came pouring from her mouth. She would have vomited if she could. The heavy strand of cum that ran from her lips to the tip of the cock shone brightly in the light. She waved her cock around, trying but failing to break the strand. Distance didn’t even seem to have an effect. It taunted her. Just how thick was this stuff? She sighed and wiped her cock along her flank.
The twin cocks in her pussy proved a trickier manner. At first, she tried to simply pull them out of herself. Her tugging merely squeezed the cum out of the tightly wound cocks. She blushed as the warm excess ran down her backside.
No, Jen would have to unwind them first. Her walls continued to conform around the shafts as she reversed their coiling. Her shame and humiliation were almost outdone by the sheer pleasure. “God, this is embarrassing,” she thought. “Even unfucking myself is like fucking myself.” It required a great deal of concentration, and an even greater amount of restraint as to not simply leave her cocks buried inside herself. They felt so good, the growing emptiness they left behind bitterly unsatisfying in comparison. Getting her cocks out of her own snatch would still take some time, to say the least.
By now her strength was returning. She picked herself up off the ground. Her matted body dripped with milk and cum.
Farmhands moved toward Jen to clean her and collect her prized cum. They worked over every inch of her body with warm soap and water, unphased as though they’d done this a hundred times. Her intimate parts weren’t left out either, leaving Jen moaning under their ministrations.
Something resembling a ring of rolling pins was brought out. Jen groaned in slight discomfort it was secured around the base of her left elephant cock. Two workers, one on either side, pulled the contraption along the large shaft, squeezing it tight and forcing the unejaculated cum out into the condom. Her right elephant cock received the same treatment after which both condoms were removed.
Filled to bursting with the world’s most potent horse semen, the condoms took several workers to lift them. Jen huffed to herself, feeling a strange little bit of pride at how prolific she was. They sloshed heavily as they were wheeled away on the kind of carts she’d only seen in hardware stores.
A short while later and Jen finally worked her coiled cocks free of herself. Huge torrents of cum came spilling out from her pussy with a loud, indecent noise. She sighed in relief as she felt herself empty, her horse body returning to normal proportions. However, one farmhand was too slow to get out of the way. This left the unfortunate worker sputtering as he was covered from head to toe in Jen’s cum. Jen blushed and apologized. To her surprise, however, the worker apologized to HER.
“Sold, to number 29!”
On the other side of the barn, the auction of her milk and cum had begun. Jen watched as ridiculously large numbers were thrown about in rapid succession, giving her a clue as to why she was being treated so reverently. It was more money than she could fathom.
Before long, the sound of gavel hitting wood marked the end of the auction. By now only a handful of workers remained. Jen lay patiently, admiring herself in a nearby mirror as they brushed her mane and tail into a luxurious shine.
Jen’s mom approached her, arms opened. “You did great Honey, a whole 15 gallons! You’da thunk it was your first time!”
Jen returned the hug awkwardly. Had she referred to her milk, or to her cum? Probably best not to ask. “Th-thanks mom, always happy to help,” she said sheepishly.