With difficulty, did the car halt , the hooves that now tore through my shoes most clearly not what the car-makers had intended for the design of the pedals. Nor that of the transmission selector or that of the handbrake which clumsily grasped and pulled to their correct position for waiting they had been.
And at last did I witness the cause of the jam that consumed my time, and brought this fantasy enacted to myself. The final clearings of an accident ahead, mere minutes to pass before free travel would be resumed.
A few minutes in which my transforming into a mare would not be halted.
As now a difficulty with my breathing took hold, the barrelling of my chest restricting my lungs before the arching of my back and flexing of shoulders did tear the buttons from my jacket and blouse, the straps of my bra shredding in turn.
A nickering sigh escaped me with the release of my swelling chest, as in the rear-view mirror was the face of a Clydesdale Mare staring back at me, pointed ears that tickled the roof, adorned with a rich black mane that flowed from the top of the head to down the neck.
Caressing the front of my barrel exposing the missing breasts now, new growths of leathery teats pushing from between my to be hind legs which tore free from their prison of fabric.
Laughter mixed together with snorts and whinnies, as with hoofed hands I peeled and pushed away the torn fragments of my human attire, and with the last scrap of pants kicked loose I could now drink in the sight of my heavily, and still equining form.
As the last of the debris ahead was cleared, did the feeling of change to muscle come to me, to be accompanied by the changing of bone. Hind legs shrinking as my what used to be my feet did lengthen to maintain previous length, pushing apart to press ever so gently the sides of the footwell where I did scramble to depress the brake pedal, as so to release the handbrake once more and select the forward drive.
And by the act of hooking my hoofed foot over the pedal, was I able to ease my car forward with the accident cleared, and at long last, could I now drive past thirty.
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Much time passed since I had left the jam behind my wide mare’s rump, and still I remained on the highway to drive myself to my place of work. The more than half of one hour added to my time of travel making my arrival within permitted limit difficult, though not impossible a task.
“Oh, did they not consider tails when designing of this car.” I moaned through my long horse’s face, being forced to seat myself forward to enable it space to rest.
And now did the Jackass driver from before, that for a time had been forgotten to you, did return to sight. Still impatient, still weaving through the traffic, still obsessed with his reaching his destination.
“Oh, what an erection monstrous does he have still, were he to let me take…no! That is wrongful thinking!” I so shook my head, to rid myself of these lustful thoughts that had crept unbidden to me.
And yet at length, as he pushed ahead of me once more, did they worm their way back through to my sordid fantasies, of being mounted so and to care not for the small room of my office of two desks and chairs in the aged building that was my place of employment. Fantastical desiring that led me to…
“No! That is an act of filth!” I cried out on learning of what act I so committed, clenching the lips shut to stop the flow of bodily waste from escaping my bladder.
And yet, having begun such an act, the smell rose to strike me in my nostrils wide and flared, to weaken so my resilience to keep from fouling the interior of my new car, the long minutes of suppression of surrender to want eating through resolve before, at eventuality, did I succumb.
“Did I not wish, as to keep others from drawing question, offence to the acts I commit?” I questioned of myself. “Then, to relieve myself on this seat, I can…”
Having stripped off the remaining barrier through the final question, the relaxing of my sphincter was commenced, the first large brown mass of faecal matter squeezed through the enlarged horse anus to be crushed between the seat and my fur-coated rear. To lean forward as I sighed smearing the mess further as my bladder once more released its content to soak the interior.
As unable as unwilling to halt my lewd action, I persisted with deep grunts and snorts to push load after load from my insides. The stench that permeated from my mess to rise and fill the volume while I did squirm and twist as best as my enlarged form would allow to better spread the filth over my body.
At last, the need to relief was ended, and with enough clearance of traffic ahead of the straight road, I risked a look down, streaks of brown filth seeped into the seat between my widely spaced hind legs. Snorting laughter tearing from my throat as I marvelled at the sight of my rancid deed.
Moments of cooling down from the elation, and I took sight of the Jackass before me, now sliding to the outermost lane, perhaps to exit the highway when the next turnoff was approached.
“My own turnoff will be for the one after.” I check of the signs so informed me. “Should I follow this Jackass, and see his completion of becoming as such? But then, should I not reach my own offices, and bring this changing upon them?”
Honesty indicting to me that to bring about the changing of the workforce into common, or possibly less common animals, and as every bit as willing to surrender to the same lustful desiring that I had giving myself to at this time, was as certain an act as I would have love to bear witness to.
And then there was remaining the matter of myself. To complete my becoming as a Clydesdale Mare? Or to keep it halted as it now had, and remain as such a form hybrid?