Another hour passed by without incident, an hour they enjoyed watching each other’s equine traits slowly reform, their bodies slowly growing larger and heavier. Risking a moment to see her, Mr Perth took in the sight of his wife’s horse muzzle slowly pushing out, chestnut-brown and black fur spreading over her rich form. Looking at her brought a stirring within his loins that saw the blood begin to fill his larger cock, and he could feel it slowly rising up within his denim dungarees, something that made him a little grateful that he’d put so little on before, especially given how uncomfortable his feet were starting to become in the confines of his boots.
“Liking what you see?” She teasingly asked as she pulled up her dress past where the seatbelt held it down, showing a widening ass which had the beginnings of a tail growing from the base of the spine.
“I sure am Dear.” He replied, his pointed ears making a slight flick as one deformed hand pointed to where the tip of his cock now was.
“Want some, help, getting out of those?”
“No, thanks. I think I’ll enjoy tearing myself free of them when the time comes.”
“Ooh, that’ll be nice.” She snickered. “What’s that ahead?” She pointed to a ways in front of where they were, in the direction they were headed.
“Traffic?” He wondered. “Not good.”
With his legs changing their shape, it wasn’t as easy for him to slow the truck to a halt, but his prior wish made sure that he could do it safely. At a halt, their were a few more cars and trucks in front of them, and one coming up behind that he could see in the rear-view mirror.
“If they see us…” She gasped in worry.
“Hold on. I wish that nobody other than ourselves sees anything unusual about us driving this truck, or the fact that we’re changing into horses. They will let us past without complaint and won’t raise any issue at all no matter what we do.”
“So, we’re safe now?”
“Yes Dear, we’ll be safe from prying eyes now.” He could see the relief on her face as she wiped her brow clean of the sweat that had formed there.
Looking ahead they could see that a substantial portion of the road ahead was down to one lane, with temporary lights dictating the flow. Just over a half-hour passed as they waited for the light to go green, which they passed by snacking on foods and drink that Mr Perth “produced”. Once they could move, he put the truck into ‘Drive’ with a hoofed hand and they slid past into the next lane. Looking to the side when he could, he noticed humans doing something with the road, and his Dears dress very tight on her wide torso now, her tail near-enough fully formed. She must have kicked off her own sneakers as well at some point as her hoofed feet were bare now.
As for himself, he was getting constricted in his clothing, stretch marks showing even on the denim with a dull ache telling him that his own tail was wanting out, while his ears had just started to brush against the truck's ceiling. He’d seen a few of the cars and that pass earlier, and had been able to get a good look inside from his higher position. Most of them only had the one person, but one he’d seen full with a family, and he‘d flashed them a smile as they passed.
Now though, they’d lost a lot of time with that delay, and it become obvious that they’d never make the dirt roads before they were fully horses again. Yet for some reason, he wasn’t particularly worried about that, so long as his wife was happy, so would he. And she looked very happy right now.