After several hours of intermittently stimulating her elephant penis, Jennifer was tired
and sticky. Being relatively sated for the moment gave her a chance to think. From what
she could remember about the curse, it would probably continue until she could pass it
on to someone else. Being covered in cum by this point however, left Jennifer feeling too
icky to plan out how exactly she could do that. If she could just drag herself back to the
stream that ran through the woods she could wash off and maybe clear her head a little
bit more.
This was of course much easier said than done. Even when her member would soften up
enough to start retracting back a little into it's sheath, she didn't have the strength to lift
herself to her feet. Jennifer found she could slowly move by dragging herself along with
her trunk and arms. However the ground gave her sensations that stimulated the
additions to her lower body, and thus progress was slow indeed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jennifer had at last reached the banks of the
woodland stream. She helplessly rolled into the water, letting it wash away the many
ejaculation's worth of jizz off of her body. Floating in a pool of the stream made her heavy
equipment feel almost weightless. Jennifer sighed with relief.
She sat up to survey her surroundings. Remembering something she had seen an
elephant do on TV once, Jennifer used her trunk to spray water over herself. While rinsing
out her hair she began to consider her options. Getting back to town was probably her
best bet at passing along the despicable curse. But getting there over land was extremely
slow indeed with the weight of her transformed genitals. While scanning the layout of the
stream, Jennifer saw a shadow swimming toward her. Oh crap, she thought, there are
fish in here!
The trout poked at Jennifer's balls for a little while. Jennifer began to feel a little hope
that the fish would not be able to enter her after all without a vagina, until she felt the
fish's nose getting closer to her ass. She let out a surprised trumpet when it started to
force its way inside. With every thrash of the fish's tail it would wriggle further into her.
When it was most of the way in it mysteriously stopped thrashing. Jennifer was about to
reach back with a slightly webbing hand when a peculiar feeling struck of the remaining
tail moving to join with the base of her spine.
Jennifer panicked as a prickling sensation began to stretch out around her neck. With
her other hand she reached up and felt what had to be the beginning of gills.
She had to do something, fast!