“Claire-” you begin.
“Shut up,” she tells you, yanking your jeans down over your huge member. It bounces free in your loose boxers,
and she quickly closes a thick hand around it. “You like that, eh?” she smiles, jacking your dick with hard,
fast strokes. If anything this speeds up the rate of your change. Your shirt rips open, revealing a thick chest
covered in brown fur. You feel the hair on your head extend down the nape of your neck to form a horse's mane.
Abruptly, Claire lets go of your dick, holding her hands up in the air. You snicker in annoyance, but quiet
down when her fingers stiffened and closed into a fist. They turned hard and black, flattening out to form
perfect equine hooves. Looking down, you notice her shoes bulge and explode, revealing a matching pair
replacing her feet.
“Ah well,” Claire shrugs, winking at you. “Only one way to do this now.” She turns away from you, tugs down the
remains of her underwear and drops to all fours. She lifts her tail, allowing her dripping black horse lips to
be seen, nestled between two bulky thighs.