“Jeff, what am I, is this all real, was that a dream, but if it was a dream and I am awake, why is it I cannot see, but I know smells and wherever this place is it stinks like horse piss.” Jeff thought, he did try to speak, he could move what felt like lips, but so much seemed scary and wrong.
Where he was Jeff got bounced about, as the bumping feelings came with an odd throbbing rhythm.
Time dragged along as Jeff could do nothing but wait in hope of what held him so snug would relax and let him go free.
As then something began; a form of warmth above him and a building sense of pressure began urging Jeff and his body to move. The sensation of movement came as much to fulfill the need to stretch from feeling all bunched into a snug space.
“Yes, oh yes a reprieve from this being in a dark corner of hell, at last my body can stretch and relax!” Jeff thought to himself, he knew what he wanted to say but try as he did the words were wanting.
As his legs felt odd, and his body began to move he felt his torso as swelling, getting bigger. The many sensations were weird, and he wanted to get out of where he felt shoved in and not all so comfy. Then there came a bit of light, the brightness caused his eyes to ache. Jeff blinked his eyes as they felt dry and he thought to rub them but as his body seemed to grow, he discovered he had no arms, no hands!
“What the hell,” Jeff moaned as his vision returned and with peering right and then left, what he saw were large thighs, hairy as they were massive. He looked ahead and saw a round barrel belly of what he thought was a horse.
What the…,” Jeff wondered as his bloated self seemed to hang as a bulk weight, and when the horse moved, he, Jeff was wagged from side to side. Just about then the warm urge changed to a gushing flow, and from behind him came a surge, it was liquid, and it shot through the center of his elongated body, and then pushed open his lips. A small tongue, his tongue did taste the frothing salty liquid he knew was piss.
The rush of gushing urine shot the length of Jeff’s new self, as he felt his bloated stiffness as not a bad feeling, but a rather joyous sensation.
“Jeffery, how, what happened, I am a horse penis, the male member to a stallion!
It wasn’t a dream, although it is erotic, but the how seems better than being the genitals of a stud dog.
Is this then me, is what I am as permanent?
If being a horse’s penis was permanent, would I mind being like it, hard to say!
Hard to say, hard, huh hard, yes hard now that was a good pun!