You muse your current predicament as you desperately try to conceal your exposed crotch and traitorous erection. The tattered remains of your pants cling limply at your waste and legs. The groin of them blown out by the pressure of your immense horse cock rising to tumescence. Dimly in the back of your mind, you seem to revel in your new found size and situation "I really am hung like a horse! Soon everyone will want to have a 'pony-ride.' Why do I gotta smell like this? Kinda like it. Why am I even hiding myself, I'll be a sex god."
Despite your perverse pleasure, you have successfully, if not desperately, snuck across campus and into the ground floor of your dorm. Conflicted musing plagues you, "Thank god it's night time--oh man my dick is gonna look amazing in the daylight." If only you can just sneak up to your room. Heart pounding from your furtive flight from the chemistry building, your mind races, "Will people notice how I smell--I like my new dick smell--yeah gonna bang a lotta mares with this boy--wait what?" As you grapple with your newfound endowment skulking through the ground floor, your musk wafts through the air-handling system. Though dilute, your new equine pheromones slowly permeate the building. The sinister scent begins to work on the helpless sleeping co-ed denizens.