Ling panted, her arousal already bringing her close to a third orgasm. The glass of horsey jizz smelled so appetising, and that terrified her, but she couldn't stop. Her body craved the pleasure, craved the dirty, slutty behaviour she was exhibiting, craved the depravity.
She snatched it, tipped back her head, and allowed the thick, creamy, salty goo to slide down her throat. When cup was empty she dropped it, the glass smashing on the floor with any remnants of her modesty. An orgasms, much bigger than the two before, started to swell inside her.
What had been her edge before revealed only a new horizon for her now. The pleasure built and built. She frantically stroked her elongated clitoris and she worried that she might be gripping it too hard as it seemed to stretch in her hand, but it felt too good to grip it any less tensely.
She pulled hard at her nipples with her other hand, spraying thin streams of milk as she stretched the flesh as far from her body as she could. Each time she let go and they snapped back to her chest, they seemed longer from the abuse. When one tit went dry, she switched to the other. By the time she switched back to the first, it was full again, swollen with even more milk to give.
The edge seemed near again, only to reveal yet another horizon. Her fist pumped up and down, bashing the underside of the table. She pushed her chair back before she bruised her hand, and also to see what had become of her clit.
A dark brown shaft stared up at her. The flat tip was edged with tiny bumps, and there was a slit now along the top. She no longer had a clit, but a beautiful, thick horse cock. She loved it. And then she remembered that she'd always loved it. More than any other horse herm. A slut by even their standards.
Her cunt felt empty despite the foot long dildo inside it. Why had she chosen this chair? It must have been as a joke to show how loose and sloppy her equine snatch was. Part of the show for that horny couple who were still in the back. But they weren't here now and she needed more stimulation to cum.
Ling stood and kicked her chair away. Caroline groaned at the sight of the new herm and a dollop of cum oozed from her prick. Ling wanted it. She tossed aside the table with her new strength, stepped toward her and yanked the shaft out of its nestled position in the cafe owner's cleavage. Ling stared straight into Caroline's eyes as though they were filming a porno and she lewdly licked the white goo into her mouth.
She swallowed the thick cream. Her tits surged forth, growing from the C's she'd milked them into, expanding until they were huge H cups on her tiny frame. Her areolas stretched with the growth, becoming brown saucers behind the two inch sausages that were her nipples.
Ling lifted herself on to tip toes to place the huge shaft behind her balls. It glided into her well-used cock sleeve. She slid down Caroline's pole until she was resting in the woman's lap, and the other herm pulled open her huge tits to trap Ling's cock between them. Ling bounced up and down, her own flared tip moving in and out of the soft mountains to slip between her own bountiful flesh that sat on top of those peaks.
'See, I told you it was Ling Colt! I'd recognise those tits anywhere.'
Ling turned to see her audience. Two horse herms were standing in the middle of the cafe, one a midnight black wearing slutty leopard print catsuit that showed the clear outline of her massive equine cock, the other a bit shorter with snowy white skin and wearing little more than two bands of cloth around her huge tits and waist, her own dick dangling in plain sight between her legs.
'I have all your videos,' said the white herm. 'You're my idol whore!'
The words struck deep into Ling's mind, piercing the damn holding her orgasm back. She was everything her mother despised. A fat titted whore. A cum-guzzling pornstar that other sluts looked up to. A horse-dick craving, perverted harlot who got payed to stretch her holes all day long!
A geyser erupted from between her tits. It splashed on the ceiling and rained down on them as another volcanic eruption exploded from her cock. Her sloppy cunt gushed like a river, forming a puddle on the floor. Her milk streamed like open taps and threatened to drown Caroline beneath.
Ling the cumslut whore couldn't stop cumming. On and on it went, her milk and jizz and pussy juice pooling an inch deep on the floor. Her transformation from a tiny, prudish woman was so extreme that the energy that had accumulated to achieve it was like a storm, and reality was bending further and farther than it did for any other horse herm before her.