Rachael couldn't take it. She needed that fat cock.
She looked down at her car. That alone was a new sensation for the new giantess, She towered over everything. She felt huge and bulky and she could barely see the ground past her gigantic tits.The once roomy hatchback now seemed diminutive next her to 7 foot frame. But where there's a will there's a way. Horniness clouded her mind and Rachael didn't have time for trial and error. She grabbed hold of the car seat and pulled. The rolling hills of muscle across her broad back flexed and swelled with exertion. With one final heave the equine amazonian tore the chair from the vehicle with the clatter of snapping bolts.
There wasn't much else that could be stripped from the tiny vehicle. All that was left was to somehow squeeze her oversized frame inside the small space. Braced against the car she guides her thick legs to the pedals. A pleasant warmth spreads through crotch as her meaty thighs are forced closed, squeezing her engorged mound. Rachael is surprised to find the hard floor of the car quite comfortable. Her bubble butt acting as a built-in cushion of muscle and fat. Next comes the upper body. With a bit of squirming her broad shoulders are eventually wrestled into the cramped space. Now the over sized Rachael is really feeling just how top heavy she is. There was soft boob flesh everywhere, filling up the entire car. She could barely get her arms around the huge globes to grab the steering wheel. Her muscular arms squeezed her chest meat up into her face and the low ceiling of the car forced her head down, burying her face in her deep cleavage.
She fumbled for the ignition. The car grumbled back to life. Unable to look over, Rachael fumbled around beside her for the gear shift. Her hooved feet struggle to get over the right pedals. She tries her best to drive the car, but her huge frame is making it nearly impossible. Everything now feels small and cramped and Her bloated curves and muscles made it impossible to see what she was doing. She could barely see out the front as her own boobs nearly smothered her. But she's moving and that's what matters. Slowly but surely the car carefully made it's way back to Mike's place.
She pulled up outside the apartment. Getting out of the vehicle proved just as challenging as getting in. The vehicle groaned and rocked as she untangled herself from her metal prison. She quickly rushed into the building before anyone could see her. Her mad dash was interrupted when she spied a mirror. A flood of emotions filled Rachael as she gazed in the mirror. She hadn't been able to properly examine her new form yet. Her body was coated in a pelt of soft fur the colour of chestnut. A main of luscious black hair flowed behind and a tail that matched. She was finally able to see past her gigantic tits and look upon the rest of her freakish form. Her body was almost cartoonishly bulked up with huge, bloated muscles. She had to be the largest woman in the world. Despite this her muscles were soft and bulky rather than ripped. Like an off season lifter rather than a body builder. And despite the mountains of muscles she still retained a hyper-feminine shape. Her heavy frame was supported by twin pillars of meat and muscle. Each girthy thigh easily as thick as her waist. The muscles twitched and rippled with the slightest move. Even with such meaty thighs, her wide hips gave her an inviting thigh gap. Rachael flushed at the thought of someone's head fitting nicely down there. These broodmare hips tapered down to a slim waist with a nice washboard stomach. Her relatively narrow middle exploded back outward into a pair of incredibly broad shoulders. Her upper body embodied the word 'power'. Rachael raised her beefy arms, feeling up her new muscles and marveling at her cantaloupe sized biceps. Perched on these shoulders was an equine head mounted on a long and thickly built neck. She had sleepy, brown eyes and her long muzzle ended in a pair of big pouty lips. Her new face seemed purpose built to look demure and submissive.
But by far, the most eye catching transformation were the pair of freakishly huge balloon tits bolted onto her chest. They dominated her font and demanded everyone's attention. Each one was as big and round as a yoga ball. Even on her gargantuan body they were comically over sized, easily wider than her shoulders. They would definitely make small door frames a problem for her. Her ponderous globes forced her to pull her shoulders back and to push her chest out even further. Each sphere was capped by a black shiny teat, they were too big to ever be considered a nipple. Made of shiny black skin, each one was bigger than a wine cork and sat on a puffy areola the size of a tea cup. Even if she could find a shirt to cover all that boob flesh, she could never hide those obscene teats. Everything about her new boobs made her feel big, cumbersome and impractical.
Rachael was now a perverts wet dream. A bimbo amazon. A roid raging slut monster. A beast of burden made for fucking. A flood of emotions was surging through her. Embarrassment at the thought of being stuck as a walking piece of pornography. Even more embarrassed that a part of her was thrilled by this. Feelings of both fear and arousal at the thought of people seeing her pumped up to such obscene proportions. But above all this was a lust. A need for someone as big and fuckable as her and he was just a few floors up. She climbed the elevators, stumbled down the halls. The randy horse girl was panting from an internal heat, unsure if it was hauling along her twin zeppelins or the flush of hormones putting her into heat.
finally she made it! Braced against the door frame, her chest heaving and her body slick with sweat. The closer she neared to her goal the less control she had over her bestial form. She didn't care. She nearly ripped the door off its hinges as she wrenched the door open. She stormed into room ready to face whatever stood before her.