Ling felt like she had to leave. Not because of the equine sluts, but a feeling deep inside of her told her to run. Run until she couldn’t anymore.
“Hey, Miss Barista lady, I’m ready to go.” Ling said, waving a hundred dollar bill.
“Okay, I’ll get you your change-“ Caroline started to say, but Ling cut her off.
“Keep it. I’ve gotta go.” Ling said, starting to sweat profusely.
“Are you sure? It’s only… five… well, guess she liked the drink.” Caroline said, putting the money in the till.
Ling, meanwhile, was already a quarter of a mile down the road. She felt so energized, so free, so right. Once she had started running, all she could of was how hard it was to run, how out of breath she was. Now, though, her muscles began to tone, her heart beat steadying, her brain relaxing. Her taut stomach became a tight six pack as her thighs swelled with muscle.
Now that she was a mile away, she could focus on her thoughts while she ran. “Did I really give that slut a $95 tip? Am I crazy?”
As she continued to run, though, she calmed down further. Her blazer and skirt morphed, becoming a tight pair of running shorts and a sports bra, revealing her abs - as well as some cameltoe, an unnaturally large bulging clit, and her ever growing nipples. Her flat formal shoes became a comfortable pair of running sneakers. Her purse became a backpack, one she took with her everywhere.
“Mmm, I can afford it. Especially for a hot fucking slut like that.” She thought, licking her ever growing lips.
She was now 3 miles away from the cafe, her head clearer than it had been. Her clit had become a 6 inch cock and a pair of walnut sized balls, her breasts the size of basketballs, barely constrained by her sports bra, and her muscular ass just as large. Her breathing was even more controlled, as if she were sitting still instead of running at a pace impossible for normal humans. Her face more closely resembled a porn star’s, her DSLs big and prominent, covered in a glossy red lipstick. Even more makeup appeared, permanent and not even smudging slightly from the gallons of sweat pouring out of Ling.
As she kept running, her changes took on the equine features she’d despised before. A long, swinging tail, her genitals and anus resembling a horse’s, her 6 inch cock now flat headed and 15 inches long, now in a half erect state and swinging rapidly back and forth in her shorts. Her now equine pussy leaked like crazy, her sprinting giving her an unnatural arousal. Her ears had moved to the top of her head, matching her hair color. Her scent had taken on the unmistakeable stench of the equine slut’s mind controlling musk.
With her physical changes complete, she ran into a park - one 10 miles away from the cafe, and into the public restroom. She washed her face before looking into the mirror. “Why isn’t my makeup coming off? Why is it so heavy? Have… have I always looked like this?” She said aloud.
Her heart rate, calm since about the third mile, began racing. However, her cock hardened to full mass, her nipples protruded from her see through sports bra. Suddenly, she came. This orgasm grew stronger as her memories began to change.
She’d always been a slutty equine herm and exercise junky. She loved running almost as much as she loved fucking. She loved going for a long run, sweating up a storm, and immediately fucking someone afterwords.
Once again, her heart rate slowed to a normal rate, her cock and pussy cumming, the liquid filling her pantieless shorts, milk filling her bra.
Finally, the orgasm subsided.
“Woah. Good thing I brought a spare pair, haven’t had a wet daydream in a while. That little slut was too much for me, though…” Ling said to herself, drooling a bit as she thought of Caroline. She’d have to visit again. She unpacked her spare clothes, being careful to make sure the cum and milk stayed in her ruined pair.