Taylor’s eyes widened as she realized which way she felt herself going. In the dim kitchen light, she quietly popped the jar lid and twisted it off. The intense scent of Jason’s jizz hit her nose and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs.
What would a little taste hurt?
She dipped her trembling finger into the cool thick liquid and scooped out some oozing cum on her fingertip. She raised it to her lips… extended her tongue… and lapped it up. Almost immediately she felt a tingle on her tongue. She knew she had infected herself.
She didn’t care.
Panting now, lust rising, she gulped it down with saliva. Oh God, it taste was so rich and smoky. The tingle followed down her throat and faded as the cum was washed down.
She was sweating in fear and excitement now, her fair sized breasts coming to a point beneath her housecoat as her nipples hardened. What had she done?
Then it started. A full body tingle that caught her off guard. Taylor staggered and let out a gasp as she lost balance, clutching to the counter and holding herself up.
Changing. She was changing from the inside out. She let out another little gasp. Hairs were rising. She could feel it all over. She opened her robe and gasped as little white and brown hairs began to poke out over bare flesh. Her pubic hair was fuller. Her shaved legs and armpits were growing back in. She could feel her hair lengthening on top of her head, her neck was sprouting new strands.
“O-Oh shit!” Taylor moaned, throwing her head back and wincing. The intensity was incredible. Pressure was building inside of her whole body. She began to shiver, muscles pulling tight under her skin and beginning to strengthen on their own.
She glanced down, shocked at her clearly defined abs and tightened physique. She raised an arm, shocked, and flexed it, seeing a little feminine bicep swell.
“Fuck…” Taylor whispered. The hairs were still growing. Her nose was aching. She felt something brushing the back of her housecoat and was startled to reach back and find the nub of a tail starting from her spine. She gasped, grabbing her ears, and felt them coming to a point. The flesh was shifting under her hands.
Fuck it felt good. She cupped her breasts and whimpered. They were fuller. Rounder. Heavier. Her tits were growing. All of her was growing. Her muscle tone was getting packed in and defined while the hair was covering her from top to bottom now. She touched her face and whimpered again as she felt her nose pressing forward. She touched her mouth and felt her entire face growing forward.
Her feet were aching. Her body was growing bigger and taller now. She was crackling and popping as bone and tissue transformed rapidly. Yet every pulsation and change felt more erotic than the last.
Her pussy. As she watched her toes merge together and reached down and felt a strange animal labia. Thicker lips. Heavier slit. Her clit was bigger. Her pussy was deeper. Wider. With a thrill of excitement, Taylor realized she was built to take horse dick now.
She pulled her hand out and all at once she felt it speed to the finish. Her hanging robe grew too small for her. Her long lustrous tail reached the back of her knees. Her tits were swelling big and heavy. Oh my God, they were so big and pert, looking like big heavy teardrops held firm on her well muscled chest. The power she felt with her rapidly increasing muscles was intoxicating.
On and on it progressed. Bigger. Fuller. More equine. Until a seven foot horse lady stood gasping in the kitchen, still upright, on two sturdy hooves. She raised her hands. All five fingers were there, now capped by hard black nails. She flexed again, marvelling at powerful but feminine lean muscle bulging and tugging. She had nice built biceps and a tight curvy figure now. Even her middle aged launch was firmed up and fit.
She looked down past her long elegant nose, seeing her tight abs and huge heaving breasts. She was completely furred now, and her palms rubbed through her shockingly soft fur. Her legs were so long, so powerful, and her heels had risen above her new hooves.
“My God…” She gasped.
The full transformation has left Taylor a strong and beautiful horse woman. She stared down at herself in shock, admiring every new pound of muscle, every inch of her gorgeous fur. As she stood there, her new senses began to fade in. An ear perked as she heard the gentle click click click of the clock in the living room as if it was next to her. She caught the rustling of the grass outside being moved by a gentle night breeze. She took a sniff and turned to the counter, startled by the deep aromatic scent of Jason’s warming jizz on the counter, the slightly metallic scent of iron from the steak they had enjoyed the previous night, traces of her own body from standing near the counter, and with each scent came a shock of flavour. She was so attuned to the world now.
It was all so much. Taylor turned to the almost irresistible jar of cum on the counter and briefly considered tasting some more. What would happen to her?
*
In a panic, the new horse woman panicked and quickly and decisively put the lid back on the jar, trembling slightly. She had experienced the first urge of her passive new animal instincts. She put her hands on the counter and began to breathe quickly, peeling off the undersized housecoat on her arms and marvelling at how tiny it felt in her hands.
Fuck. What had she done? She looked down and caressed her powerful female body. Touched her muzzle and breathed in the enhanced scent of herself. She picked up her own pheromones. Her own desire. The smell of her new horse lust.
Was it reversible? Was it permanent?
She tried to grapple with the consequences of what she’d done and what she had now become, but Taylor couldn’t feel anything but excitement for her new form.
She stood up to her full height and swooned. She was a big lusty horse woman, wasn’t she? She felt so big and strong. So virile and feminine.
With her newly enhanced night vision, she glanced at the jar on the counter and a sly smirk played across her equine lips.
What if she gave some of the cum to lovely Delilah? Her desires, too, were transformed, and her urge to spend intimacy with the intelligent mare were growing stronger by the moment.