Emily's changes were slow at first. She never left the horsecock dildo inside her for more than a few minutes for fear she would stretch herself out. Tony's changes were mostly different than hers. Emily's clit quickly formed into a small flared penis, but that was nothing compared to what she saw from her husband. Tony refused anything to eat or drink that Emily offered. Tony did paw at Emily's chest and the bulge in her skirt. Tony was unable to speak, and grew agitated when Emily pulled Tony's cock out of his mouth. She could smell the pungent fluid he was nursing from his very flared equine cock head. Emily brought a chair so she could watch and be there for her husband, who she still very much loved. Tony was in and out a lot. Emily would check on him often, until she fell asleep herself late that night. Emily awoke that morning and Tony was no longer on the toilet, but instead he was kneeling between her legs trying to expose Emily's equine sheath. Emily got up, and took off her clothes, before sitting back down and letting Tony do what he wanted, which was to nurse from Emily's cock, just as she found herself frequently doing.
Tony was not good at milking cock, but Emily only had herself to compare with. Tony breathing was at best erratic, and his face looked like pain or frustration to Emily. Tony gave up on milking Emily's cock and let out a very mournful moan as her cock left his lips. Tony rested himself on the bathroom floor, making a sound that was just as much wheezing as it was a dreadful moan. Tony's lower abdomen was cramping hard, the dildo was moving again. Emily asked what was wrong and tried to see if she could find the source of Tony's problem, but sat down on the bathroom floor next to him, stroking his pale grey skin. The pain was growing for Tony, but soon he was asleep as the dildo sedated him. Emily was worried, feeling the dildo move inside Tony, and not knowing what was happening to him. Tony slept for hours, his body going through cycles of hot and cold. Emily did not sleep much, and stayed with Tony, resting next to him. It was over 24 hours later on Sunday night when Tony opened his eyes and saw he was on the bathroom floor. He looked up and saw the empty chair Emily brought in. He tried to speak, but a growling gurgle was all that came out. Tony slowly got to his feet and stared at himself in the large mirror. Emily came in a few moments later, grateful to see Tony was awake, yet herself taken aback at the changes to Tony's body in such a short time.
Tony had nipples, teats really. They stuck out nearly two inches and were sensitive, like little cock heads. Tony's face was still masculine, but he had no facial hair. His mouth looked more like a sideways pussy with a tongue inside. His arms and hands were thinner, as well as his belly gut was almost flat. The outline of the dildo was now visible in what used to be Tony's stomach. Emily approached and got down on her knees to see the changes under Tony's now fully equine sheath, a fully formed mare's pussy both below his cock and in place of his anus. Tony's waist and thighs were those of a broodmother, narrow in the waist and thick in the butt and thighs. Emily's own equine cock was pumping itself to full size, as well as the carnal lust to pound into her husband's needy pussy between his legs. Emily pulled Tony over to their bed, bent him over, and slid her cock slowly, but fully, into Tony's virgin pussy. Emily relaxed for a moment, savoring Tony's tremendous warmth and throbbing as he squeezed her cock with muscles he never had before.