With no knowledge of what had transpired in the farm some time before, the original Mrs Perth reached the entrance of the farm. Even though she was in her mid-40s now, she still carried a good physique even if there were a number of lines on her face.
But that was not what had her attention right now, she was thinking about the vacation that she and Jacob would be leaving for very soon now. For that, she had been in the nearby town to get herself something special to surprise him with, hidden in the shopping bags in the passenger seat beside her.
What she failed to (well, made not to) realise was that the moment she’d driven in, her feet had started to stretch out, the toes melding to form hard hooves that tore through their shoes. Nor did she pay attention to her stretching face. What she did do was park up and get out the car, thankfully before her hands lost their dexterity and with the bags in them, noticed that the Ranger wasn’t there.
‘Maybe he went out for a surprise gift?’ She thought as she carried the bags with her into the house, the tearing of her blouse, bra, and trousers of no concern to her as she took the less-steady steps through the front door.
Inside, her arms had become longer and with the hands now hoofed, the bags she had slipped down to the floor, not that she minded, telling herself she’d pick them up later as she entered the living room and wondered how long she’d have to wait for him to return. Tail swishing behind her enlarged ass as her panties tore away leaving her with nothing left to wear.
She expected Kelly, their daughter to be home soon, but perhaps as she waited, she could head out to the barn and give the horses their feed.
Perhaps it was fortunate that she hadn’t entered the kitchen, or gone upstairs, since had she done so, she would have noticed then that something was wrong.
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As she’d been having that debate, the new Perths were approaching the 100 mile mark, and that had some significance to them.
“We’re approaching the one-third point in this trip.” Jacob noted as he crunched on one of the apples Daisy had given him while she drained some of the water they’d brought with them. “And that means something.”
“The clothes?” Daisy asked, remembering what he’d specified in that long-winded wish.
“Yeah. As soon as we reach it, that’s when they stop adjusting themselves, so if you want us to keep going like this, you know what that means.”
“Either lose them, or we tear ourselves out of them.” Daisy concluded with a giggle that sounded more like a nicker.
As it was, the dungarees had already gained a hole by the back to allow their re-grown tails out where they curled around their larger buttocks and to the side. On top of that, their faces had pushed out further, resembling short muzzles now with their noses completely merged with their upper jaws, the hair slowly becoming like manes. Jacob was working the Gas Pedal with a hoofed foot though the hands remained quite human for now as their fur began to sprout. While very thin and short for the time being, his was a dark grey with light black patches and mane while she had chestnut brown fur with black for the mane and the lower arms and legs.
Jacob was also experiencing a growth in one place he desired it, though not able to see it (yet), he knew his penis was returning to normal, feeling thicker and longer now. A fact that pleased him greatly.
Yet with each mile, their minds became simpler, more basic desires becoming more important to them as human mannerisms and sensibilities slid away, still without their knowing of it for the time being.
Perhaps that was why even as Jacob drank his fill, both himself and Daisy did not concern themselves with the increasing pressure they both felt in both their bladders and their bowels. Instead being more concerned with what they would do with their reclaimed ‘packages’ once they reached the Cabin.
“That’s a hundred miles now.” Jacob pointed out. “So is this enough for you dear? Or do you wish to be more a pretty mare?” He asked her in a loving tone.
Secretly he did wish for it to continue, his more equine mind desiring more of his old body with its two-foot penis and sturdy build.