'That's enough for now. You can lick the rest of it from my snatch later.'
Margaret pulled Albert to his feet by his cock. The two horse dongs she'd been playing with lay discarded on the floor. On the table, the empty pitchers had transformed into a milking machine, which Margaret attached to her huge jugs as she spread her legs and bent over the table.
A tail sprouted from above her ass and it swished back and forth, wafting the heat of her drooling cunt towards her husband. He placed the flat tip of his equine prick against her dark folds and pushed forward, sliding in with ease until his balls rested against her clit.
His milk leaked onto her back and Margaret passed him two cups to attach. He duly obliged, loving how his thick nipples doubled in length with the suction, giving him teats.
He moved his hips back and thrust forward. There was a squelching sound, and then a wet slap. Her clit poked against his balls as they swung into it. He thrust again. Another squelch and a slap, the poke more pronounced but lower. A few more thrusts and the tip was below where his balls were swinging, and it now felt like they were hitting a fleshy pole.
His ass tickled. Something brushed back and forth against his wide, soft bum the same way his wife's tail was tickling the underside of his tits. He looked behind him and realised it was his own tail. He laughed at himself for forgetting.
Their pace quickened. Margaret pushed back into him with every thrust. He was close to cumming, and from her whorish moans she was too. His breathing quickened, his legs shook, and his balls tensed.
Cum blasted the insides of his wife. She howled and a warm liquid splattered over their feet. Thick, white streams gushed down the milking tubes. Cunt juice sprayed over his crotch. Behind his balls he felt a new stream of fluid gush out.
Their transformations finally complete, reality altered around them again one last time.