Mega Mare - Pt. 1 - Literature (Patreon)

Megan’s legs surge forward, muscles burning as she pushed through her daily run. The pavement stretched endlessly, but for once, she don't notice the monotony of the route. But her focus narrowed to a singular point—her body. A strange tingling spread from her toes up her legs, creeping like pins and needles, only far more intense.

Megan tried to will it away, dismissing it as fatigue, but the feeling persists, intensifying with every stride. It coils around her ankles, tightened around her shins, and now—"oh god, now it's curling around my thighs”, she thought. She stumbled, nearly tripping. Sweat trickled down her temple as you steady yourself, breath coming in short gasps. Around her, the world continues as if nothing is wrong.

Megan started to feel a pressure building in her feet. As she placed her hands on her hips she felt hair on her hind quarters, "my hair isn’t this long", she thought.

She craned her head around to see a tail had sprouted from her back!

Suddenly, Megan felt a sharp pressure in her head. Like the worst migraine she had ever gotten. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her hands pressed against her aching head. The sharp pain in intensified, pulsing like a second heartbeat.

Megan staggered forward, swaying as she tried to shake it off—it didn’t work. A cold sweat breaks across her skin, Megan’s vision blurring at the edges. Then the pressure shifted. Her head tilted involuntarily, ears twitching as if testing the air. But no—those aren't just twitches. And there's something growing, something solid and pointed at the tip of her nose.

As Megan clutched her throbbing head in agony, she heard a series of clicks and pops coming from under her face. With each sound a sharp pain shot through her head like an explosion.

Megan flared her nostrils to match her panicked breath, and the dimensions of her nose shot out with them. She could see her enlarged bulbous nose between her eyes but before she could wrap her head around it another series of cracks sounded off through her jaw and cheeks. As Megan yelled out a low "NEEEiiigh" rang out from her mouth. Between her wide-eyed stare, her nose reached out from her face, met by the expansion of her jaw and the stretch of her cheeks.

Megan was taken aback. But before she could feel her new face, she felt the fingers clutching her head start to slip. As she waved her hand in front of her face and thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. As her fingers melded together in horrific fashion Megan could only watch as her hands became solid hoofs. Once more, pain gripped her, but this time it was below her waist.

 As Megan clutched a handrail for balance, she felt a sharp sensation rip out from her thighs. It was like the worst Charlie horse she had ever experienced. Her knees bowed as they snaped backwards to match the hind limbs of a horse.

The world tilted violently as Megan’s balance faltered, her hind legs folding unnaturally beneath her. She crashed to the pavement, knees buckling with an agonizing crack. The pain was unreal—like her bones are being changed and fused together with white-hot irons—but it passed quickly, replaced by an eerie numbness.

Megan’s fingers, once dexterous and quick, now tap against the pavement with an unnatural clop. Hoofs. “I have hoofs”. Her breathing came in shallow, panicked bursts as she lifted her now glossy, obsidian-colored hooves that now end her arms or… legs?

As Megans legs quiver from there's new form, and she stood alone huffing in exhaustion, she realized the pain of her muscles had subsided. She stumbled to her feet, the world tilting around her, no longer balanced as it should be. Her body moved differently now—centered on powerful hindquarters, balanced on long, strong legs. She shift experimentally, the muscles in her back and flanks moving with a fluid ease she never possessed before. It was terrifying. It's exhilarating. And then there's the tail. The thick, luxurious brush of her tail flicked behind her, twitching as if testing its own existence. She reached back, hesitantly, brushing against the coarse hair. It's real. It's hers.

Not at all feeling at home was her workout clothes, which still stretched and clung to her new body. She swung her head around to her hind quarters and peeked at the tight donut shaped asshole imprinting under her pants. Her nostrils flared as she took heavy breaths admiring her enlarged hind quarters. "Oh, I'll be the talk of the town when they get a look at me", Megan thought. She imagined all the compliments people might shower on her. In her daze, her curious tongue poke out at her ass, the pressure was extraordinary.

Megan stood up on her hind legs as if she was still a human. Now hanging off her gut was a massively bloated belly. As her hoofs caressed her hump it looked like she was pregnant, but felt soft instead of taught, like it was... "empty....."

Megan snapped out of her daze, looking her body up and down in a panic, "what the HELL am I gunna doooo"!