Her running orgy lasted her until she hit the border of Kansas, she had screamed her lungs out and was gasping
for breath when she slammed into something. Disoriented she looked up to see a horse, a Clydesdale, standing
there in all it's massive glory. She stammered as her new hands reached up and grabbed the horse's head yanking
it off as the male hands switched her head to the horses body.
The horse, now connected with two bodies began to have sex with itself, Jen wondered why when her head was
attached to the stud's body and she felt her raging hard on. The horse had been in rut, she let out a whinney as
her mass began to move forward at blinding speeds, her new penis slapping her underside finally cumming but
remaining hard. She would have to put up with this for a few hundred miles she thought to herself.