You get out of the bed and take off your drenched boxers; they make a splat as they hit the ground. You take out your phone to see what time it is. 5:32 am. You hear a rustling downstairs; probably Norman. You sit on bed, naked. You can see that your cum is starting to stain into the mattress. You think hard about you dream last night, how disgusting it was. Yet you felt so much pleasure from it. You have never had a wet dream about horses before; maybe everyone has them at some point. You then feel ashamed at yourself and embarrassed. You pace around the room for a little while, a creek is heard with every step. You grab your head in anger at the thought of the dream. You can’t be bestial. You’ve had sex with two girls. Your straight. You think.
Then you get an idea. You decide to prove to yourself that you are straight by jerking off to the Playboy magazines you brought! Quickly, you tear into your suitcase and pull out a new issue. The girl on the cover was banging hot. You flip through to a fully nude photo. You begin rubbing your member. You keeping rubbing your member. Then you begin tugging at it. No matter what you do or which technique you use, your penis just won’t get hard. After a half hour of flaccid masturbation that ended unsuccessfully, you give up and start to sob, throwing the magazine across the room out of anger. Noticing that you smell like shit thanks to the cum and the sweat, you reluctantly decide to take a shower.
When you get out, you look out one of your bedroom’s windows to see Enrique letting the horses out into the field. At fist glance, you are angry that you had dreamt about having sex with one of those beasts, but then, your eyes begin to follow their curves. The sexy back that curves up at the rear forming a rounded ass which leads down to well sculpted thighs. The long neck that forms into the underbelly that curves up into the genitals. The smooth hair that Enrique grooms almost perfectly with just enough sweat for the early morning sun to reflect on.
You were almost done masturbating before you even realized you were doing it. It seems as if you were entranced by the lovely mares for a few moments. When you look down to stop jerking off, however, you notice something horribly wrong: your dick’s foreskin has regrown making you uncircumcised. Also, your manhood increased in size, as your erection reached well above your naval, and it was noticeably thicker. When your boner died down, you could see that you dick, while flaccid, was now the size of an erection you would’ve had with your junk’s original size. Your testicles were now also the size of golf balls. You also feel slightly taller and more muscular, and further inspection shows your ass to have considerably swelled, sticking it out more and appearing more rounded. You relieve an unexpected far and the stinky gas fills your room. You put on another pair of your Calvin Klein boxers, and put on baggy clothes to try and hide your new changes.
You head downstairs, it is almost seven. You serve yourself a bowl of cereal and glance at the newspaper. You have so many thoughts in your head; however, you can’t concentrate on the paper. In fact, you can hardly eat your cereal. You like the cereal, however, it’s the best tasting cereal you’ve ever had. You look at the bowl and see milk and dried oats. Dried oats, you think to yourself. Don’t horses eat that?! You take the cereal and dump it down the sink. You then sit back down at the table, and look at the cereal box filled with oats. A part of you wants to eat them all. Another part of you wants to throw them away. You begin a hefty debate with yourself…
Eight minutes later, you are stuffed. You ate all the oats in the cereal box and found three more boxes in the pantry; you ate all of those, too. You then drank about a gallon and a half of water then found one last stash of oats in a large jar; they were quickly devoured.