A few minutes passed for the new Perths, slowly becoming the horses they were born as, kept the truck’s pace up while driving along the Dirt Track that would take them to the Cabin. Turning his now very equine head to the side, he took in the sight of his lovely mare wife, Cathy. She was already a good way along her own reversion to the horse body she wanted, with her legs properly paced apart, her torso matching the width though it had yet to lengthen to the correct point, the same applying to her arms that still needed to grow to be able to support her when she stood on them. The rich two-tone fur that enveloped her form stirring Jacob’s cock upwards and hard.
Though Jacob had the problems of trying to maintain control with arms that were starting to lose their range of motion, and with no fingers, his grip on the steering wheel was rather precarious, adding to that fact were his hoofed feet that struggled to keep a solid purchase on the Gas pedal and it was clear that he would not be able to keep driving for much longer. Especially when factoring in that he hadn’t removed his own clothing first, so he’d been forced to let his feet tear through the boots and counted on the fabric of his overalls and sweater to fail. Which thankfully for him was the case as he felt the overalls splitting along the inside seams, his large horse ass beginning to feel the material of the bench he sat upon, his own tail finally able to swish around freely which is what it did.
“Ah, much better.” He sighed out, the pain between his legs subsiding.
“Heh, it would have been easier, had you taken them off first.” Cathy pointed out.
“I know that, but this was just too much fun to pass up on Dear.” Jacob explained as the pant legs of the overall started to fail.
“I suppose s-agh.” Cathy grunted out as when they hit a dip, she’d been bounced up and struck the cab ceiling. “That hurt.”
“I know, sorry Dear.” Jacob had suffered a similar fate. “I guess I overlooked that.”
“Overlooked?” Cathy wondered.
“Our bodies, they won’t be able to fit in here much longer.”
“So what do we do? Abandon this truck?”
“We could do that.” Jacob acknowledged, before adding a suggestion. “The alternative is to pause our own changes for the time being.”
“Hey, I want my body back.” Cathy protested.
“You will Dear.” Jacob reassured herm before having to retake control of the Truck before they hit another bump. “We would only have to pause it for a while. Until we get there and don‘t need this truck.”
“Well, that is a good point Darling.” She conceded the point.
“So, it’s your choice Dear. We can dump the truck here and make the last of the trip on foot, uh, hoof. Or pause our change for the time being until we get there.”
Cathy Perth thought about this for a moment, one hood under her chin as she weighed up the ups and downs of the choices available to them.
“Alright Darling, let’s…”