Note: This story is a prequel to another story that I’m currently writing.

Themes: Butt growth, horse cock, dumber, muscle growth, weight gain, hair growth, cock growth, transformation, clueless, unwanted change, humiliation, partial human-to-horse transformation

Quick links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

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Chapter 1

Taye Warame went for a run after arguing with his girlfriend on the third night of football training camp. 

He wasn’t even a runner, he was just so worked up that he had to do something. He threw on a pair of nylon shorts and some cleats and took off on one of the many trails surrounding the outdoor camp. It didn’t take him long to realize that he’d chosen the wrong outlet for his frustration. While his robust, muscular frame might be well-suited for short sprints on the football field, he was definitely not cut out for long-distance running. Even worked up into a lather, the best he could muster was a slow, ponderous jog. 

After barely a half mile, he was already sweaty and laboring for breath. He was too angry to notice, though. That fuckin’ bitch! he seethed inwardly, forcing his heavy body onward at a plodding pace. She’s a fuckin’ cunt! She don’t know how good she’s got it! Fuck! With my dick an’ bod, I could have any girl I want! And yet she acts like she fuckin’ owns me! I ain’t her property! I’m a free man!

This somewhat biased assessment of his, um, finer attributes wasn’t wrong. Taye was a total stud by any measure. His wide features, cinnamon-colored eyes, curly black hair and a thick beard might get the attention of the ladies, but it was his hulking, muscular body that really got their hearts thumping. Once he stripped naked, though, his most pronounced feature–his giant cock–was what really sealed the deal. The monster lurking inside his overstretched shorts was beyond legendary, far more than enough to satisfy even the most demanding pussy. 

The takeaway was that Taye was blessed with a potent allure that mere mortal men could only dream of. And he knew how to use his Allah-given gifts to his full advantage! He’d lost track of the women he’d fucked over the years. There were so many! How was he supposed to remember them all?

It was actually Taye’s confidence in his sexual prowess that had caused the evening’s tiff with his girlfriend, thereby initiating the rage-fueled run. His girlfriend, Peaches, was well aware of Taye’s desirability and it made her paranoid. She accused him of turning off tracking on his iPhone so he could sneak around and fuck other girls. The accusation wasn’t far from the truth; this was precisely why Taye had turned it off but her controlling attitude needled him. He was sick and tired of reminding her that he was a man and men had certain needs. Fucking chicks was just one of them. Why couldn’t she get that through her stupid little head? Chicks!

It was almost dark by the time he ran out of steam, his anger dissipating along with his stamina. He paused to catch his breath, sweat trickling down the runnels of his muscular body. He shook his head, causing his twisted curls to shower droplets of sweat onto his hulking shoulders. Despite his sour mood, he had to admit that the evening was beautiful. Warame was a city kid from St. Paul and the woods normally made him twitchy but it was late August in Michigan, the height of a particularly glorious summer. It was gorgeous enough to even distract him from obsessing about Peaches. 

As he stood there huffing and puffing, a gentle breeze soothed his heated skin. If the run hadn’t already done so, the sunset over the glistening waters of the lake before him would have taken his breath away. Delicate clouds whisked over across the horizon like flying mare’s tails, stained rosy by the last rays of the sun. He exhaled deeply, overcome by the awe of nature.

Ahhhhhh…this is so nice! Who needs women anyways? They’re nuthin’ but trouble!

He could feel the last of his frustration draining out of him. Unfortunately for him, though, this newfound serenity didn’t last long. Just as he was about to wade into the lake to cool off, manic laughter echoed across the water from the far side, disturbing a great blue heron that had been hiding in the cattails. The bird flew off in a flurry of beating wings, squawking loudly. Taye clenched his fists, knowing immediately the source of that raucous laughter: The Saint Alban’s men’s lacrosse team. 

Fuckin’ lacrossers! he thought, ire rising once again. Those fuckin’ rich assholes ruin everything!

He had reason to feel this way. When his team arrived at the camp earlier in the week, their coach had informed them that, unlike past years, they would have to share the grounds with a team from a private college. Groaning in disbelief, Taye and his teammates had piled off the bus only to discover that the lacrossers had already claimed the best cabins. Worse (from a linebacker’s perspective) the fuckers had snagged the best mealtimes, too. Warame was forced to wait until after seven o’clock for dinner! By then, his stomach was empty, the food was cold and the choicest cuts of meat had long since been devoured by the greedy, rich bastards.

Taye had quickly come to hate the lacrosse team.

This hatred ran deeper than just his resentment at their greediness. Like overly entitled assholes, they acted like they owned the fucking world. On top of that, they were all white, not a drop of melanin was to be seen on any of the lily-skinned fuckers. Warame wasn’t normally one to dwell on racial disparities but even he found the absence of a single man of color on the lacrosse team to be creepy. As a result of all of these things, he quickly developed a strong distaste for the team and ground his teeth whenever they were around.

Hearing their cocky laughter echo across the otherwise peaceful lake made his blood boil and he turned away from the spectacular sunset and stomped back to his cabin.

He’d barely stepped across the threshold to his cabin when an unknown assailant shoved him forward in the room while another slammed the door shut behind him. He heard muffled laughter as a lock clicked into place from the outside. Enraged, he spun around and tried to force the door open. Given his size, he could have smashed the lock apart but, before he did, his attackers had already moved something very heavy in front of the doorway. His vision swam red as he realized he was well and truly trapped.

He was about to batter away at the door anyway when someone cleared his throat behind him and demanded, “Untie me NOW, you big goon!”

Warame turned and froze in disbelief. His first reaction was WTF???!!! And his second reaction was, Of all people, it has to be him!

He blinked, convinced he was seeing things. But no matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes, the prurient scene before him didn’t change: There was a naked lacrosse player tied ass-up on his bed with a big, orange carrot sticking out of his ass.

And not just any lacrosse jock. No, it was Taye’s least favorite one of all, the one who was the very essence of haughty: The team captain. Taye had taken an instant dislike to the guy. He was tall and lean like the other men on the team but it was his face and attitude that really goaded him. With elegantly styled blond hair, a firm jaw, chiseled features and grey eyes that seemed to look right through you, the dude acted like he fucking owned the world, to say nothing of the ground beneath his feet. Wherever Taye looked, he always seemed to be there, standing with a wrinkled lip and gazing out at the world with a mixture of distaste and superiority. This fucker had quickly come to epitomize everything Taye hated about the lacrosse team. 

Even naked and spreadeagled on the bed with his hands and feet tied to the four posts, the jock still managed to maintain his hauteur. When Taye didn’t respond, he yelled, “UNTIE ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, AND TAKE THIS CARROT OUT OF MY ASS!!!” He writhed on the bed, struggling to get free but only succeeded in tightening the knots around his extremities. Perversely, the carrot in his butt bobbed around like an obscene tail.

Under other circumstances, it would have been funny but Taye was completely repulsed. From his vantage point, Warame had the full view of his flared buttocks and carrot-stuffed hole. And, as if this wasn’t bad enough, someone had scrawled the words, “BREED ME, TAYE!” in black letters over the guy’s tiny, hairless buttocks. They’d even drawn a lurid arrow around the curve of each of those pert buttcheeks, pointing unequivocally at the dude’s asshole.

Heat crept up Warame’s bull neck and he abruptly turned away, realizing he’d just been punked–and punked good!–by his teammates. 

He cursed them under his breath even as he realized he only had himself to blame for this prank. Why, you ask? He’d grumbled too loudly and too frequently about the ‘fucking cocksuckers’ on the lacrosse team in front of his teammates. After his tenth tirade in so many minutes, they had taken notice and devised this nefarious plan to humiliate him. 

Those fuckers! 

Who would have guessed they’d jump one of those ‘cocksuckers’ and tie him naked to Taye’s bed? He had to admit the joke was as clever as it was cruel. 

Hmmm…Clever AND cruel? Who does that remind me of? 

It only took a moment to come to the inevitable conclusion: Erik Esposito.

Taye’s best friend and fellow linebacker, Erik, was notorious for his devious sense of humor. Normally, Taye appreciated his sadistic ingenuity but felt differently now that he was the butt of the joke. (Well, the jock tied to the bed was the literal butt of the joke but Taye was nonetheless on the receiving end. He was so embarrassed that it might as well be him who was bare-assed!)

ERIK!!! That fucker! I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him! This time he’s gone too far! When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna–

“DO YOU HEAR ME???!!!” the bound-up jock shouted, struggling to turn his head in Warame’ direction. He’d been tied down tight, though, and his face was firmly planted toward the window on the opposite side of the room. “UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!!!”

The jock’s demanding attitude only served to inflame Warame’s already brittle mood and he couldn’t resist taking his ire out on him. Who could blame him? He was tired and only wanted to take a shower and go to bed for fuck’s sake!

“Go fuck yerself!” he spat, keeping his gaze averted from the naked jock’s body. “You can fuckin’ spend the night there for all I care!”

“Classy,” the jock murmured in a dismissive tone. He might as well have added, ‘I expected nothing less from a thug like you.’

Warame ignored him and moved past the bed to the window. It looked like it had been jammed shut with a piece of wood but he judged he was strong enough to force it open. He was just about to do so when he heard Esposito’s voice calling through the door, “Yo, Warame! You an’ Nicola gettin’ happy in there? What’ll Peaches think when she sees the video of the two of you together? Let’s hope she likes to watch! Hahahaha!”

Taye froze, the color draining out of his face as the hapless jock on the bed goaded, “Who the fuck is Peaches? Your baby mama?”

Warame barely heard him because he was too busy panicking. Nicola!? Esposito’s use of the name hit him like a freight train and his mind instantly went back to his perplexing fight with Peaches earlier that evening:

“Nicola!” Peaches screamed into the phone. “What the fuck, Taye? Who the FUCK is Nicola?!”

Her voice was so shrill, Taye had to hold his iPhone away from his ear.  “I don’t know nobody named Nicola, baby,” he insisted, completely lost. Where had she come up with that name?

For some reason this assertion only made Peaches angrier. “DON’T LIE TO ME, TAYE!!! I SWEAR TO GOD!!! DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ LIE TO ME!!!”

“But, baby, you gotta bah-lieve me,” he pleaded. “I really don’t know nobody named Nicola. I’m innocent! It’s juss me an’ the guys here!”

Strangely, these words–meant to be soothing–were like throwing gasoline on an already raging inferno. Peaches exploded, “YOU AND THE GUYS, HUH??? YOU AND THE GUYS???!!! WTF, TAYE, I NEVER WOULDA GUESSED YOU’D LEAVE ME FOR A GUY!!!”

Taye stared at his phone. How did Peaches get from accusing him of fucking some bitch named Nicola to accusing him of being gay? Adopting a conciliatory tone, he said, “Huh? Whaddaya mean, baby? I ain’t leavin’ ya an’ I certainly ain’t gonna leave ya for a guy. I ain’t gay, baby. I’m straight as an arrow! You know dat!”

The string of expletives that Peaches let loose in response to this was enough to curdle milk…and to make Taye hang up on her. He was so rattled by her accusations and abuse that he immediately set out to go for a run.

The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in Taye’s mind as he looked from the barricaded door to the jock strapped to his bed. “Yer name’s Nicola?” he asked, already knowing deep in his bones what the answer would be.

“Well, yeah!” the jock replied. “Got a problem with that?”

Taye sagged against the door frame, completely defeated.

Fuck! Esposito was an even bigger fucker than he’d imagined! He must have been planning this trap for a while! Taye shook his head, both furious and impressed by his friend’s cunning. Esposito had done his homework, alright. Knowing Taye’s dislike for the lacrosse team was focused on the captain, he’d researched the guy thoroughly and then used the information to play on Peaches’ paranoia and Taye’s homophobia. Taye had been well and truly played. Erik Esposito was a world-class asshole par excellence! 

“Hey, Warame!” Esposito goaded through the door. “Get ready! We’re comin’ in with our cameras ready!” His words were accompanied by a grating sound as the heavy object in front of the door was slowly dragged aside.

Warame didn’t think, he wrenched open the window and was about to fling himself out of it when Nicola yelled, “HEY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING? YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!”

Warame looked back at the bed, realizing that the dude was right. He really couldn’t leave him there. Even if Warame was gone by the time Esposito and his teammates barged into the room, a video of the jock tied in such a provocative pose with those awful words scrawled over his backside would be enough to ruin his relationship with Peaches forever. Warame would never live it down…and, worse, he’d never get a chance to fuck Peaches’ extraordinarily large, fat booty again. The thought of losing permanent access to her lovely buttocks was enough to ignite his already simmering panic into a raging inferno. (Nobody had an ass like Peaches, hence her name.)

In a truly miraculous feat of speed and dexterity, he managed to untie the jock and throw him out of the window before Esposito unlocked the door. Without a second to spare, he followed Nicola’s trajectory, diving out behind him just as the door flew open. He rolled out onto the grass outside, turning the roll into a full-out run while he was still in midair. (Taye’s natural grace was remarkable for a man of his size, something that made him legendary on the football field.) He didn’t think about where he was going, he just bolted, running as fast and as far away from Esposito and his camera as possible.

It was almost full night by then and Warame was barely able to dodge the trees looming out of the darkness before him. He was so worked up that he didn’t register the urgent pitter patter of the naked jock’s feet as Nicola followed along behind him. Eventually, he spotted a light in the distance and made his way towards it, emerging from the woods to find himself beside a large barn. He looked around, realizing he must be on a horse farm, a truth confirmed by the low whinnying coming from inside the barn and the scent of manure filling his nostrils. Worried Esposito and the gang were still on his heels, he forced open the barn’s side door and barreled inside, finding himself face to face with row upon row of the startled horses penned up in stalls that ran down the barn’s central aisle.

Chapter 2

“What the fuck do we do now?”

He looked back over his shoulder to find Nicola standing behind him. The jock was bent over, hands on his knees, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He was, Warame noted with distaste, just as naked in front as in back. His uncircumcised penis poked out from his shaved pubes. There didn’t appear to be a hair on his body! Warame looked away, uncomfortable. As he did so, Nicola seemed to realize his ‘business’ was poking out, too, and dropped his hands self-consciously over his privates.

“Well?” the lacrosse captain prompted when he didn’t answer. “You do speak English, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Taye replied sarcastically, “but the only words I know are these: Go fuck yerself.”

Blond eyebrows drawing together, Nicola fixed him with his slate-grey eyes and looked him up and down critically as Taye did the same back to him. Just like the rest of the lacrossers, Nicola was long and lean and hairless, his lithe body like sculpted marble, like a young Adonis. He stood nearly as tall as Taye did, probably just shy of six foot four. When he turned to the side, he appeared to be no more than a few inches thick. Taye shook his head. How did all of his organs fit inside a body that lean?

The jock’s assessment of Taye seemed to be the opposite. Taye could almost hear his thoughts as the jock studied his giant, hulking frame loaded down with bulging muscles: Ugh, what a thug! He’s even bigger and uglier than I thought. 

Nicola’s eyes flicked away from Taye’s body with distaste and he stated, “I’m naked.” He looked down at himself as if his nudity had somehow escaped Warame’s attention.

“Yeah? And that’s my problem, how?”

“Because you’re the reason I’m in this predicament,” Nicola replied, rolling his eyes. “You owe it to me to help. Now go find me some proper attire.”

When he waved his hand dismissively, Warame’s blood started to boil. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself, otherwise he would have slammed his fist into the arrogant prick’s stomach. Through clenched teeth, he seethed, “I ain’t yer servant. Go find yer own clothes. Hell, you can go fuck yerself, too, while yer at it–”

“You really are found of telling people to go fuck themselves, aren’t you?” Nicola rejoined. “Don’t you have any better insults?”

Taye’s eyes bulged, “Shut the fuck up and get outta here! I don’t owe you shit! Now go! Git! Git outta here!” He pushed Nicola back through the still open door behind them.

“Whoa! Hey!” the jock protested, getting in his face. “Easy! You can’t push me around!”

In his excitement, Nicola dropped his hands from his crotch and, when Taye happened to look downward to avoid staring into those slate-colored eyes, his gaze was inevitably drawn towards Nicola’s unusually tiny penis. For the first time, he noticed he had a pair of blue swallows tattooed on the Adonis lines over his hips and the colorful, swooping birds pointed unmistakably at that little prick. He couldn’t help wondering why Nicola would want to draw attention to his less-than-man-sized endowment in this way.

“Go find me something to wear,” the jock repeated, oblivious to Taye’s scrutiny of his penis. “And something to eat, too. I’m hungry.”

Taye looked back up, snapping, “Anyone ever tell ya, yer a pain in the fuckin’ ass?” But nonetheless he found himself leaving to search through the barn for suitable clothing and food. He returned a few minutes later carrying a horse blanket and a bottle of what looked to be green beer. He tossed them at the impatiently waiting jock.

Nicola was unimpressed. “That’s all? Seriously, that’s the best you could do?”

“No, it’s not,” Taye replied, smiling as he held out a long, orange carrot. “You could eat this.” He waved it in Nicola’s face. “Go on. Try it!”

The jock swallowed hard, his eyes widening, “Where’d you get that?”

“Where do you think?” Taye smirked, holding the carrot under the jock’s nose, “Wait. What’s that on the end? Is it dirt or…sumthin’ else?” He moved the carrot under his own nose and inhaled deeply, “Nope, definitely not dirt.”

Nicola turned away, disgusted. “You’re despicable!”

Taye shrugged, sticking the vegetable under the waistband of his shorts. “You could just fuck off and find yer own food, you know.” When he reached out to take the ‘beer’ back, though, Nicola clutched it possessively against his shaved and very well-defined chest. Warame grinned, “Good. Now that that’s done, I’ll be going back to camp.”

“WHAT?!” Nicola protested. “You can’t leave me here like this! Go find some bandages!” He lifted a foot expectantly. When Taye looked down, he realized the pads of the jock’s feet were all bloody; he’d injured himself during his barefoot flight through the woods.

“For cryin’ out loud!” Taye sighed. “Yer such a baby!” 

Nonetheless, he stomped back to the same medicine cabinet where he’d found the green beer and returned with his hands full of horse bandages and a bottle of iodine solution. While he was gone, Nicola had spread the blanket over the straw in a vacant stall and was sitting expectantly with his bloody feet pushed out before him. Taye noticed the jock had stuffed his junk between his thighs, leaving him with just a smooth crease down there. Somehow, this was even more disorienting than looking at his little pee-pee.

Grumbling to himself and ignoring that crease, he dabbed away the blood on the bottoms of the jock’s feet and applied the disinfectant before tying the bandages in place. The damage wasn’t too bad, he discovered, once the blood was cleaned away. Nicola didn’t tense or make a sound while he worked, enduring Taye’s ministrations with an admirable stoicism, earning a modicum of Warame’s respect in the process.

While he worked, Nicola popped the top on the bottle of green beer, sniffed the liquid and took a tentative sip before swallowing. “Fuck, that’s just nasty,” he complained, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “Tastes like lawn clippings!” He examined the bottle for a label but it had fallen off somewhere on its trip from the cabinet to the stall. “What is this anyway?”

“Fuck if I know,” Warame said, shrugging his giant shoulders. “If you don’t like it, don’t drink it.” Straightening, he announced, “There. All done. Now I’m gonna go.” 

He was about to do just that when his phone buzzed. Pulling it out of his shorts, he looked down at it before cursing loudly and throwing it across the barn. It slammed against a stall on the far side, shattering into a thousand pieces and causing the poor stallion inside to panic. The beast reared up on its hind legs, lashing out at the metal gate.

Nicola gave him a dirty look, “Better go calm him down or all of the horses’ll start freaking out, too.”

“Huh?”

Another eye roll; Nicola was famous for them, apparently. “Don’t you know anything about horses? They are extremely skittish and prone to panicking.” He pointed to the stall where the stallion continued to rage, “Go soothe him!”

“Why don’t you do it if yer such a know-it-all,” Warame rejoined. ”Figures a rich prick like you would be a fuckin’ horse expert.” Nonetheless, he found himself getting up and trudging over to the stall. He tried to convince himself that he was doing so because he was legitimately concerned for the animal’s welfare, not because Nicola told him to.

As he neared, he saw the beast’s eyes were rolled back in its head. It reared up, lashing at the gate of its stall with hooves the size of dinner plates. “Easy, boy!” he consoled, holding up his hands. “Easy.” He looked the horse up and down, realizing for the first time just how large it was. And also that it really was a boy; there was no mistaking the immense size of his genitalia. “Shit,” he murmured, “yer one big muthafucka, ain’t ya?”

“He’s a Shire,” Nicola called out, listening in from the hallway. “They’re one of the biggest breeds of drafthorse.”

“Huh? Really?” Taye’s mouth was hanging open as he looked up at the majestic but frantic beast. “Does that mean they drink a lot of beer?”

“Not that kind of draft, silly,” the jock sighed. “They’re workhorses, bred for hauling heavy loads and working out in the fields.”

“Like me!” Taye joked, jabbing his thumbs into his chest, “I’m big and made for workin’ out in the field…the football field, that is. ‘Course, I don’t haul heavy loads, though, I juss shoot ‘em outta my big cock.”

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.”

Taye grinned, “Ain’t I?”

“Just get in there and calm him down before he hurts himself!”

He noticed the animal was staring down at the straw where the glittering fragments of his iPhone were scattered. Staying clear of those slashing hooves, he carefully opened the gate and crept inside. The horse was even bigger close up! 

He quickly gathered up the pieces of his phone and tossed them out of the stall before reaching up and placing a comforting hand on the stallion’s withers. Immediately, the beast became docile, looking back at him over its giant shoulder with soft, brown eyes. It really was a beautiful animal, he decided. This was the closest he’d ever been to a horse and he realized he actually liked the experience.

Examining the horse, he saw that its mane had been carefully plaited as had its tail. Someone had even tied red ribbons in the stub of its braided tail. Taye blinked, recognizing the braiding. It was similar to a style that was currently popular with some of the beautiful, black queens he dated. He wondered if someone of color had braided the tail or if it was just a coincidence? In any case, the horse looked very stunning with its stylishly woven mane and stub tail.

“You’re a natural,” Nicola observed from afar. “See? I knew you could do it.”

Warame ignored him. Patting the great stallion’s flank, he admired how its short, russet coat gleamed in the dim light, exposing the prominent curves of its fine muscles. Even though he was no judge of horseflesh, he could tell this one was of fine stock. He smiled back at the horse blinking at him through those long, dark eyelashes.

Obviously craving Taye’s attention,  Nicola prompted after a while, “You never told me your name.”

For fucksake! Does that fuckin’ asshole never shut up? Warame reluctantly tore his gaze away from the beautiful horse, grumbling, “And you never tole me why yer named after a girl, neither.”

The jock pursed his lips. “Nicola, in case you didn’t know, can be a man’s name, too. Haven’t you ever heard of Nikola Tesla?”

“Nah. Who’s she? One of yer pretty-boy teammates?” Taye was really enjoying two things at that moment: Goading Nicola and petting the stallion. It was hard to tell which he liked better.

“I don’t even know why I bother!” Nicola huffed. “You’re nothing but a common thug!”

“An’ yer nuthin’ but a prissy lil’ girly boy,” Taye rejoined, unbothered.

Nicola was quiet for a moment before asking, “Why do you have to be so mean all the time? I’m the one who your friends stripped naked and stuck a carrot, um, inside me.”

“It’s yer attitude, bro,” Taye replied succinctly. “You act like yer better than me. Fuck, all of you fuckin’ lacrossers do! You think I’m juss a big, dumb brute.”

This was met with silence. When he looked over at the jock, he was surprised to see Nicola’s haughty demeanor had disappeared and his expression had turned pensive. He watched as the jock swallowed hard before admitting, “You know what? You’re right.”

“‘Course I am!” Taye snorted. “I know yer kind.”

“I’m sorry.”

Whoa! Was he really apologizing? It was the last thing that Taye expected and it momentarily disarmed him. “‘S’Ok,” he rumbled. “I’m used to it. I’m Somali after all. We’re used to bein’ treated like shit. Everybody thinks we’re juss a bunch of thugs and criminals, not to mention terrorists. Or at least a lot of people do.”

“That’s true.” Nicola’s tone was thoughtful, even compassionate. “I really am sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, bro. You can’t help bein’ what you are any more than I can.”

When Nicola was quiet for a long time, Taye looked away from the stallion’s gentle gaze and saw the guy was shivering on the blanket, his arms wrapped around his narrow chest. He sighed and reluctantly left the stallion and stalked back to the jock. After hesitating a moment, he sat down on the blanket beside him and then, wondering at himself for doing so, slung his arm over the guy’s slim shoulders. He expected Nicola to resist but he didn’t and instead leaned into him, soaking up his warmth. Taye was like a mini blast furnace and his big muscles generated more than enough heat for them both.

“Thanks.” Nicola looked up at him with his beautiful gray eyes and smiled. “That was nice of you.”

“No problem,” Taye grunted. “Name’s Taye Warame, by the way. Nice to, er, meet you.”

“And I’m Nicola Jelnic.” He lowered his long eyelashes bashfully before saying, “And the pleasure’s all mine.”

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Chapter 3

They sat like that for a while, neither saying anything, until finally Nicola asked, “So, why did you throw your phone? What upset you so much?”

Taye looked down at him, realizing that Nicola’s beauty was starting to grow on him. He normally wasn’t into guys but there was something pleasing about the jock that he couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe it was because his face seemed more rugged than boyish in the dim light of the barn? There was even a bit of stubble on his cheeks that he could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. That and his body looked bigger, wider somehow…manlier. Warame liked his men to be manly; he wasn’t into shaved girly boys. 

“What’s wrong?”

Taye shifted, realizing his cock was starting to harden. As a big guy wearing a particularly tiny pair of shorts, his long, thick organ was already on full display. If he got any harder, he was really going to embarrass himself. He shifted, trying to stuff his growing sausage between his legs and forced himself to look away from Nicola’s body. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was it just because he was so pent up after fighting with Peaches?

“Well?”

He made the mistake of looking back and losing himself in Nicola’s icy yet strangely inviting gaze. “Nuthin’,” he lied, “Juss thinkin’ ‘bout Peaches.”

“Peaches?” Jelnic repeated before remembering, “Ah, your girlfriend. Or at least I’m assuming she’s your girlfriend, right? Your, um, friends used that name back at the cabin and it seemed to upset you.”

“She’s, uh, one of my girlfriends, yeah.”

“One?” Jelnic’s eyes widened. “How many do you have?”

“A few. Er, I mean, not that many….at once, anyways.” 

Shit, he must really be horned up because now he could swear that Nicola’s formerly lean, sinewy body was beginning to beef out! When he forced his gaze away from the jock’s steely gaze and let his eyes travel down his lean, taut body he was surprised to see that Jelnic was neither as lean nor as taut as a moment ago. His body seemed to be doing two things simultaneously: Growing more muscular and getting softer, like a weightlifter on a dirty bulk, he was putting on equal parts muscle and fat. 

Taye shook his head, convinced he was hallucinating. It could just be the fact that Jelnic was slouching but his upper abs were no longer nearly as pronounced and a little roll of pudge stuck out from his belly. This was another one of Warame’s weaknesses: He liked his men and women to have a little extra meat on their bones. You know, something to grab onto when he fucked them.

Nicola was oblivious to Taye’s scrutiny and shook his head, “No wonder she’s mad at you! I’d be pissed, too, if my boyfriend was playing around behind my back.” He hastily added, “Not that I’m gay, Ok? My use of the term ‘boyfriend’ was purely hypothetical.”

The way he got so flustered made Warame wonder if he really was being hypothetical. The possibility that Jelnic might actually be gay got him even harder and he had to stuff his dick further down in his shorts to keep it from popping out. 

Struck by sudden inspiration, he goaded, “I dunno. I mean, I’m a man, ain’t I? We guys got certain needs that chicks don’t got. Fuckin’ around’s good for us. Releases tension, ya know?” He paused before adding significantly, “After all, what’s a blowjob between friends now and then? Don’t tell me you don’t suck off yer pretty-boy teammates after a particularly hard game of badminton?”

He watched with amusement as this insinuation had the desired effect on Nicola. The jock’s cheeks colored and he shifted uncomfortably as he rearranged his micro junk between his legs. Taye grinned to himself. So, Nicola was a cocksucker after all!

“It’s lacrosse, not badminton,” Nicola corrected. “And I would never do that.”

“Oh?”

“What about you?” Jelnic challenged, even more flustered. “Do you suck off your teammates?”

“Nah, they blow me,” Taye replied, grinning deeply as he scratched a furry armpit. “I ain’t no cocksucker.”

It was funny watching Jelnic process this information. He hadn’t expected Taye to admit so readily to engaging in gay behavior. “Wait,” he sputtered, “y-y-you…do?”

“No, I don’t but they do,” Taye replied glibly. “It’s my prerogative as the team captain to get sucked off. I make ‘em blow me in the showers after practice. Ha! I’ve taught them bitches how to handle a cock, too, lemme tell you! They’re excellent cocksuckers!” He closed his eyes dreamily, adding, “My dick never has to wait for long to be serviced.”

Jelnic was clearly stunned by this revelation and Taye watched with delight as his face first drained of color before slowly blooming bright crimson. He cleared his throat, trying to sound conversational as he inquired, “Don’t you ever, you know, return the favor?”

Taye looked back at him, amused. “No, why would I?”

“If a guy sucks you off, it’s only polite to do the same to him,” Nicola pointed out. “It’s common courtesy, like going down on your girlfriend after she blows you.”

“I don’t do that, neither,” Taye admitted. “Lickin’ pussy’s gross.”

“What about man-pussy?” Jelnic pressed, trying in vain to get the upper hand again.

“‘Same,” Taye pronounced. “Only worse. Man-ass is juss nasty!”

“And yet the carrot that was in my asshole is in your shorts right now.” Nicola pointed at the carrot in question. “Something tells me you’re a closet arse-licker.”

“That’s rich comin’ from a prissy lil’ cocksucker like you.”

“So what if I am?” Nicola pierced him with those icy cold eyes. When he drew himself upward, sitting straight as a pin. When he did so, his head was even with Taye’s. “Can you call yourself straight if you get sucked off by your male teammates and sniff their butts afterwards?”

Taye shrugged, “When did I say I was straight, bro?” He carefully placed his big, calloused hand on Nicola’s thigh and squeezed. “So, what about it? Wanna find out just how gay I am? Huh?”

“I need to go!” Nicola abruptly stood up, wincing when he placed his weight on his injured feet. Taye barely noticed, though; he was too busy looking at the jock’s erection. Jelnic was so worked up that he neglected to cover himself and his stiffy was pointing jauntily up toward the rafters. It turned out Taye had misjudged the guy; Nicola was definitely a grower! His hardon might be small in comparison to Taye’s own masterpiece but it was a respectable size for a white guy. He wouldn’t have been out of place among Warame’s caucasian teammates.

“What’s the rush?” Taye asked, pushing himself to his feet and urging Jelnic to lean against him. “We got all night for you to find out, bro. My dick ain’t goin’ nowhere, ‘cept where the sun don’t shine: In yer full moon. Haha!”

“My God, you’re such an asshole!” Jelnic exclaimed, rounding on him. “There’s no way I would ever let you–”

Taye abruptly grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him fiercely. Nicola went briefly slack in his arms as his firm tongue inserted itself boldly between his teeth. And then he was responding in kind as he shoved Taye against the barn wall, pinning him beneath him and groping him freely. Their dicks met and battled as forcibly as their mouths, ending in a draw. Taye was reluctantly forced to admit that, for such a skinny guy, Jelnic could hold his own against him. He was the first man he’d met who could do so and it inflamed his desire.

They pulled back, wiping their mouths and panting as their eyes blazed with lust. Warame devoured the sight of Jelnic in this state, noting with approval that he looked beefier than just a few minutes ago. Rather than long and lean, he now appeared thick and heavy. It wasn’t dramatic but it was enough to be noticeable.

His pecs protruded from his chest, gravity pulling them downward. Even more appealing, he now sported a small but definite paunch around his middle. Love handles! The little rolls of flab quivering around his midsection ruined his ripped physique, making him imperfectly human and exponentially more attractive. Taye wondered briefly if he’d simply underestimated Nicola’s build at first. Now that he’d admitted his attraction to the jock, his brain had done a one-eighty, convincing him that Nicola was more his type. (Taye liked his men stocky, busty and big-arsed…much like his women, in fact.)

“Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me?” Nicola gasped. “You’re such an asshole but I-I-I need you!” He hung his head at this admission. His voice sounded deeper, less intelligent and so much sexier!

Taye’s knuckle under his chin forced him to look into his eyes. “I need you, too, bro.” 

“Really?” Nicola’s expression was pleading; he was hanging on Taye’s every word.

Taye smiled. “Yeah. I really need yer ass on the end of my big dick, that is. Haha!”

Jelnic scowled but then surprised him by begging, “Taye?”

“Yeah?” It was the first time Nicola had called him by his name. The sound of it from those soft, sexy lips was better than any aphrodisiac and his cock stiffened further in his beleaguered shorts. 

Jelnic was looking up at him through the long, dark curtain of his eyelashes. “If let you do…that…to me, you gotta promise me something.” Fuck, he was so cute when he was submissive!

“Yeah?” Taye folded his arms and grinned back at him, enjoying Nicola’s obvious torment as much as he enjoyed having him at his mercy. It was clear Nicola wanted him so badly he was willing to debase himself and surrender his dignity to him. Taye was eating it up! It was the perfect turnabout for the arrogant jock!

Nicola searched his face, his icy blue eyes haunted, “You can’t pretend it never happened. No denying it afterwards!” He shook his head violently, “I ain’t gonna be juss another one of yer hookups. I wanna be more to you than that. Promise me! Promise me you won’t juss fuck me an’ then forget me!”

It was absolutely adorable how Nicola’s speech had shifted as he lost his precise enunciation and began to match Taye’s informality. He almost sounded dumb. It suited him, Taye decided, especially now that he was growing stockier and beefier.

Oh, and hairier. 

By now, Taye was convinced by then that he wasn’t just imagining it: The jock really was changing. He had no idea how it was possible but he wasn’t about to question it, especially when all of his changes were making him more and more desirable.

Jelnic was noticeably huskier now, his shoulders broadening almost before Taye’s startled eyes. And dark, black hair was curling up from the formerly smooth skin on his cheeks, between his pecs and around the base of his cock. And, speaking of that cock, it was even heftier than Taye remembered it from moments ago, starting to sag groundward under its growing weight. His belly likewise pushed outward, muscular and soft at the same time. As it did so, Jelnic lost his vaunted Adonis lines and his swallow tattoos morphed into a pair of storks. His love handles swelled. Even his skin tone was darker by a few shades, drawing even more attention to his slate-colored eyes. In short, he was hot and getting hotter by the second.

“I won’t forget ya an’ I sure as shit won’t tease ya for bein’ my faggot,” Taye promised, growing more and more aroused as he studied Nicola’s swelling body, “In fact, ya juss might make an honest man outta me!”  

This was no idle boast, either. He really meant it! Part of the reason he fooled around with so many women (and men) was because he’d never found anyone who could keep his interest for long. He grew bored and horny all too soon after hooking up, always looking for the next pretty thing to snag his attention.

But this stud standing before him right now…fuck! It was like Allah had decided to bestow blessings upon him after punishing him earlier in the evening. The Most Merciful was turning Nicola into his perfect man! If the jock kept changing like this, Taye would forget all about Peaches–Hell, he’d forget all about women in general!–and commit himself exclusively to this hot, beefy, sturdy stud!

Jelnic was studying his face, trying to suss out if Taye was lying to him. Finally convinced, he nodded, “Good.” 

He grinned confidently back at Taye, squaring his widening shoulders. His tits, Taye noted with excitement, were bigger, too. His areolas were expanding circles of darkening skin, drawing attention to his puffy nipples. His stomach fell further forward before hanging downward and rounding into a muscle gut. It now matched Taye’s own. His neck thickened and became engulfed in the ever-growing forest of curly, black hair creeping up from his chest. His stubble was now a full beard.

They pawed at each other some more, Taye using the power of his allure to distract Nicola from his changing body. It worked! The jock was completely unaware of how much stockier and hairier he was becoming. Taye had to restrain himself, though, because otherwise he was going to shoot his load in his jockstrap. He had to stop Nicola when he tried to wrestle Taye’s overstretched nylon shorts down his thighs.

“Careful,” he cautioned. “Any friction’s gonna send me over the edge.” He took Nicola’s hands and pulled them away from his shorts. “I promise if yer patient, I’ll make it worth yer while.”

Nicola nodded, clearly disappointed. His face was changed, too. It was wider and his features were blockier. Other men might say he was homely but Taye would disagree. He preferred Jelnic’s coarser features over his previous runway model looks. The dude’s growing beard only added to the increasing heaviness of his face, rendering him almost unrecognizable. Only his signature icy blue eyes remained the same.

“Let’s look at the horses,” Taye suggested, taking Nicola by the hand and drawing him along. The jock followed obediently, studying Taye’s massive body with the appreciation of a starstruck schoolboy. Taye had to sling an arm around his thickening waist to steady him due to his injured feet. Even so, his steps were awkward and clumsy and Taye kept having to grab at him to keep him from falling.

They stopped in front of the stall with the chestnut-colored stallion that Taye had soothed earlier. The horse gazed down at them impassively before pawing at the straw at its feet. Long, white hair–feathering, Jelnic informed him–covered its fetlocks, reaching nearly down to the ground. He really was a majestic beast!

The truth was that Taye barely noticed the horse because his attention was monopolized by something he hadn’t noticed until that moment: Jelnic’s big, hairy arse. He swallowed, feeling his cock spasm in his shorts, as he took in the sight of the dude’s growing buttocks. When Nicola had been tied ass-up on the bed, he’d had a tiny, tight pair of smooth buttocks. Now, though, they were furry and significantly rounder and fuller and were still inflating even as Taye stared.

“Look at his rump,” Nicola was saying as he moved unsteadily around the back of the beast. “It’s so big!” 

“I’ll say,” Taye commented, licking his lips as he drooled over the jock’s ever-growing buttocks. They seemed to round out further, both expanding and growing firmer at the same time. 

“Whoa! Look at that!” Jelnic exclaimed.

The stallion, seeming to sense what Nicola was looking at, lifted his tail proudly, exposing his enormous, glistening anal ring. It was as big as it was ugly, protruding luridly. It had to be more than three inches in diameter, Taye guessed. Staring at it, he was reminded him of the first boy he’d fucked: His high school sweetheart, the football coach’s son, Jorvic. 

At that time, the young Taye had yet to learn how to handle his plus-sized cock and had battered the poor lad raw, leaving him gaping. From that point onward, Jorvic was left with an ugly, swollen anus. It was so big that it pushed out from his buttocks when he showered after practice, making him the target of endless ridicule from his homophobic teammates. Taye had found the experience incredibly arousing even as he did his best to protect his young lover from the bullying. He’d look at Jorvic’s ruined asshole and think to himself proudly, “That was me! My cock did that!”

Alas, poor Jorvik! He later learned the boy had needed surgery to fix his anal prolapse and felt awful. Since then, Taye had learned his lesson and was careful not to destroy his lovers’ orifices. It wasn’t good for his reputation!

Nicola looked over his shoulder at Taye, taking note of his supremely tented shorts. His formerly narrow waist, Taye saw, was a thing of the distant past and had thickened beyond recognition, his lovehandles hanging over his hips. His back was broad and his shoulders were wide as a doorway. Below the belt, his ass was a thing of gigantic beauty, supported by a pair of the thickest, hairiest thighs Taye had ever seen. He was, in short, no longer a lacrosse player but had morphed into a hulking behemoth fit only for one thing. Well, two things actually: Playing the defensive line and getting fucked.

“What’re ya lookin’ at, bro?” Jelnic asked, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“My future bride,” Taye replied, wiping his hand across his face and swallowing the drool that just wouldn’t stop filling his mouth. Jerking his chin at the stallion’s swollen asshole, he asked, “Want one like that? Want a real horse’s ass? ‘Cuz I’ll give it to ya.” He patted his tumescent crotch where the outline of his massive member was clearly visible beneath the straining nylon. “You’ll never be the same after I get done with ya.”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Jelnic replied, wiggling his big buttocks provocatively. “Make me into yer personal drafthorse. I’ll carry yer loads with pride!”

Music to Taye’s ears! With that, the gloves–or rather his shorts–came off as he threw himself at Nicola, making good on his promise to fuck him raw. The jock fell down onto his hands and knees as Taye grabbed him and wrapped his brawny arms around his middle. He sighed with contentment and desire as he felt how soft and pliable Jelnic was now…with just the right amount of firm muscle lurking deep beneath his girth. He felt like his dick was about ready to explode.

Yet somehow he managed to pull himself back from the brink.

“What ya doin’, bro?” Nicola asked when Taye forced his thighs apart and leaned down to sniff his hairy hole. “I thought ya didn’t rim!”

“Shut the fuck up an’ lemme at ya!” Taye growled, pushing his face between Jelnic’s massive cheeks. He only hesitated a moment before extending his tongue and licking his very first manhole.

It was delicious! He’d already got a nose-full of Nicola’s ass scent from the carrot and that had whet his appetite. Now that he was tasting the real thing, he couldn’t believe he’d been so prudish before now. Why the fuck hadn’t he eaten ass until now?

Jelnic writhed happily under the onslaught of his tongue, wiggling his hefty arse cheeks back and forth and even reaching back to pull them apart, granting him easier access to his stinky hole. Taye ate ass like a pro, gradually working his way up the jock’s furry taint to his pendulous balls.

Talk about a pair of bull balls!

Taye looked over at the stallion beside them, mentally comparing Jelnic’s heavy pair of balls to the beast’s. Surprisingly, Jelnic came out ahead! Taye couldn’t believe a guy could have a swinging pair this big! It was surreal. He lavished his praise–and saliva–on those swaying orbs, earning him Nicola’s eternal gratitude. And then he rolled over onto his back and scooted between the jock’s outspread thighs, opening wide to take in his huge, girthy tool.

“FUCK! OH, FUCK! FUUUUUUUUCK!” Jelnic yodeled as Taye his sucked cock with as much expertise as he licked ass. He’d paid attention when his teammates pleasured him and was well versed in the art of satisfying a man despite never having actually done so before. 

There was only one thing that struck him as odd: The tip of Nicola’s cock flared outward, becoming a firm disc at the end rather than rounding out like Taye’s own. And it was huge–far larger than Taye’s own. In fact, Taye estimated it was well over fifteen inches long and getting longer by the moment. As such, he had to fight against his gag reflex as he swallowed it down.

He was rewarded for his efforts a moment later by a fountain of cum rocketing out of Jelnic’s oversized shaft. At first, Taye wanted to vomit but then was surprised to learn Jelnic’s cum actually tasted pretty good. He sucked and sucked, teasing Nicola’s flared cockhead with his tongue until the brawny bro was spent.

“Don’t worry, brah,” Nicola panted after Taye had sucked him dry. “I’m still hot and horny for ya! I want yer big cock in my cunt!”

Taye grinned, backing his way out from under the dude’s overhanging belly and ponderously swaying male equipment. He sat on his haunches, admiring the view of the jock’s unfucked hole. Actually, he didn’t know if it was unfucked or not but he didn’t really care. What was readily apparent was that Jelnic had never been fucked by a man his size before and that was all that mattered.

“I thought ya didn’t lick ass or suck cock, bro?”

He looked reluctantly away from the jock’s furry hole, only to be captured by those lovely, dancing blue eyes and Nicola stared at him over his hulking shoulder. Jelnic’s jowls had thickened along with the rest of him, making his face even wider and his beard was wiry and unkempt. He would never be described as handsome now by anyone other than Taye. In Taye’s heart, though, he was the epitome of a stud. He couldn’t imagine anyone more gorgeous.

Meeting Nicola’s hungry gaze, he smiled, “I’m turning over a new leaf. You’ve made me into a whole new man!”

“‘Bout time, you fucker. Now get to work! Breed my hole!”

Taye spat into his palm and started slicking up his cock. His dick when erect was bigger than a fucking club and just as brutal when he inserted it into his partners. As much as he longed to totally destroy Jelnic, though, he managed to contain his aggression and started out by slowly teasing him with a thick finger. Jelnic moaned, opening up to envelop his digit and Taye grinned at the stud’s moist warmth. He pushed in further, very gradually easing him into taking a cock. Jelnic was driven to a near frenzy by his leisurely pace, begging him to get it over with and fuck him, but Taye wouldn’t be rushed. One finger was followed by a second and, only after ten minutes of probing, did he insert a third.

“Ah, fuck, bro! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You gotta take me! Do it!” Jelnic pleaded, pushing his ass backwards and devouring Taye’s fingers with his ravenous anus.

“All in good time.”

Taye spat into his hand again and got his penis nice and slimy. Then he grasped Jelnic’s generous love handles and positioned himself carefully behind him, taking aim at that winking rosebud. He pushed forward, allowing his foreskin to retract and his gooey glans to ‘kiss’ Jelnic’s hole.

“I’m going in, bro,” he warned. “Get ready.”

It was a good thing he was so gentle because Jelnic wasn’t prepared for his girth or his length. He whimpered piteously, clenching down on Taye with fervor as he thrust past his spasming sphincter.

Worried he was hurting him, Taye asked if he wanted him to stop but Nicola angrily refused. “Fuck, no! Keep goin’! It feels so good an’ hurts like fuck at the same time! Jesus, bro! Yer a monster!”

Taye grinned to himself even as he sighed with ecstasy. Jelnic’s hole was just so tight! And hot! And hungry! He savored the sensation of being devoured by a truly ravenous bottom slut. When he finally managed to cram his entire length inside him, he slowed, teasing Jelnic’s prostate with micro thrusts.

“JUST FUCK ME!” the jock yelled finally, fed up with his teasing. “FUCK ME A NEW HOLE!”

“You asked for it.”

Taye commenced fucking in earnest, working himself into a frenzy as he pounded harder and harder against Jelnic ravaged hole. Jelnic took it and begged for more. Taye grinned. He’d never had a partner so cock hungry! He allowed himself the brief luxury of abandoning himself to the supreme pleasure of utterly destroying a hole, something he hadn’t done since the hapless Jorvic. Even so, he held back slightly. He didn’t want to ruin Jelnic forever! Plus, he wanted the guy to beg him for his dick again. This was a hole he fully intended to abuse with regularity!

At one point, the stallion beside them lowered his head and wuffled Taye’s ear before licking him gently on the neck. Taye laughed, looking over at the beast and losing himself in its soft gaze. “You wanna be next, huh?” he teased. “Ha! You don’t need me. You got plenty of friends here who’re even bigger than me to satisfy that ugly hole of yers!” The stallion let out a soft whinny, stomping its hooves petulantly.

Taye chuckled and was turning his attention back to Jelnic’s hole when he felt something poking against his stomach. He looked down in confusion to see a long, fleshy protrusion growing out of the small of Jelnic’s back. It looked for all the world like a cock!

WTF?! Dude’s growin’ a cock outta his ass?!

He reached down and felt it, fingers clenching in surprise when he realized it was really hard. Not the hardness of an erect cock, though. It was bony! He stroked it, rubbing his hand up and down along its length and causing Nicola to gasp in delight.

“I dunno what the fuck yer doin’ back there, bro,” he panted. “But keep doin’ it! Don’t stop!”

Taye shrugged and kept pumping his hand up and down on the weird bony ‘cock’ in time with his thrusts. When long, coarse hair started growing out of the thing in his hand, he finally recognized it for what it was: A tail. Fuck! Jelnic was sprouting a tail!

Overcome by both lust and confusion, he looked down and did a double take when he saw what was happening to the jock’s feet. The bandages had come off, exposing his toes, only they were toes any longer. Taye stared in utter surprise as they merged together into a stump, lengthening for a time until they stopped growing. There was a slight pause and then the ends of the stumps turned black and widened, becoming a pair of hooves. A pair of very large hooves, too!

Nicola had a tail and hooves!

“AH, FUCK!” Taye screamed, “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM!”

Nicola slammed his ass backward, eager to receive the full brunt of Taye’s gushing load of semen. Taye’s hips bucked forward and his balls churned, his cock turning into a cum cannon that coated the jock’s insides liberally with his spent seed. Taye reached down and grabbed Jelnic’s slimy organ, hand twitching when he realized it was now well over two feet long. He jacked rhythmically, sending the quivering jock into the stratosphere as he came in his own violent climax, spewing jizz far and wide all over the stall.

Taye collapsed down over Nicola’s broad back, feeling the jock’s tail tickling his stomach. It was now fully formed into a truly beautiful horse’s tail. The capstone of the entire experience was when Jelnic’s asshole swelled around his still throbbing shaft and Taye felt a distinct pop as it protruded outward, turning into a thick, wide and very horsey anal ring.

Something wet and slimy trickled down his thighs. Taye inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his cum mixed with Nicola’s ass juices. Could life get any better than this?

***

“Well, Nick, what’re we gonna do now?”

Nicola tore his attention away from his vastly changed body to focus his slate-blue eyes on Taye’s face. “We? Whaddaya mean ‘we’, bro? Yer normal. It’s me who’s the goddamn freak.” 

He wiped at his face, flinching when he felt his full beard. Taye realized he was on the verge of tears and took him in his arms, hugging him tightly. “Yer not a freak, bro. Yer hot as fuck. And I ain’t leavin’ ya. We’re in this together, right? A promise is a promise.”

Nick stifled, unable to stop staring at himself. To prevent yet another spiral downward into self pity, Taye prompted, “Here, lift up yer tail. I’m almost finished.” He threaded the piece of red ribbon through the final loop, giving Nick a perfectly plaited and beautiful stump of a tail. “There, boy. All done.” He patted the jock’s huge rump, taking a peek at his huge anal ring as he did so. Nick smelled divine back there!

“I don’t know why insisted on doin’ that!” Nick complained, looking back at his beribboned tail skeptically. “I look stupid!”

“No, you look hot,” Taye corrected, grinning at his handiwork; Nick’s stubby tail stuck straight up, high and proud. “I don’t want yer tail hidin’ yer hole, bro. It’s gotta be on full display all the time.”

He leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on the asshole in question, causing Nick to moan. It was hot from all the fucking, the skin a dark, shiny black. Now that Jelnic was half horse, he couldn’t clench his buttocks any longer which meant that his butthole was always in view. Taye loved it!

It was nearly dawn; he could hear the chirping of sparrows in the rafters of the barn overhead. Next to them, the stallion had folded itself down in straw and was snoring softly. The other horses in the barn, however, were starting to wake up.

As if on cue, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. A moment later, the outside door swung open and a teenage boy entered, yawning and stretching. His black hair was a mess; he’d only just gotten up. Taye didn’t know what time it was but it had to still be pretty early.

The boy stopped cold when he passed by their stall, turning slowly before freezing in place, his brown eyes widening in shock. It was only then that Taye realized there was something off about the lad: His upper body was normal but below the belt, he was all horse. His long black horse cock swung lazily between his furred thighs and his pendulous balls were truly enormous, to say nothing of his giant, black hooves. He was built like a drafthorse, alright!

The boy stomped his hooves uncertainly as he gazed at them, nostrils flaring and stumpy tail lifting. Then he called out, “¡Papá! ¡Ven aquí rápido! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!”

***