[Story] You Watch Your GF Transform into a Horse (Patreon)

I stood there, glued to the spot, watching my girlfriend tremble, and damn if it didn’t light some strange fire in me. Her face was warping, stretching out into this wide, horse-like snout, all smooth and pale with a nervous flush creeping up it. Her nostrils flared wide, snorting these rough, uneven bursts that made my chest tighten, and she groaned low—half pain, half something else—her voice cracking under the strain. Those eyes of hers, still human, still so damn pretty, were wide with panic, darting to me like I had answers, and I just stared, heart hammering, torn between the ache of her fear and this dark, buzzing thrill.

Her body was bulking up too, piling on mass that made me drool. That white tank top was stretched thin across her chest, and those jean shorts were toast—her thighs were swelling into these thick, meaty trunks right in front of me. The denim popped at the sides, peeling back from smooth, tight skin hugging muscle that looked heavy as hell. She staggered, legs shaky under the new load, her arms failing, as she snorted again, a deep, rattled sound. She was freaking out, groaning through clenched teeth. I couldn’t move. I could only watch.