"Unlucky Horseshoe" - Horse Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Horse Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

John examined his garden to find the source of a strange noise he heard about a minute ago. It was metallic, it was abrupt and rather mysterious in general. After spending almost an hour looking for the source paranoically he finally found it.

A lone horseshoe was lying in the middle of the grass field of his, but it was relatively well hidden among the dirt. John sighed and lifted up the uncanny item. Who used those nowadays anyway? – He thought to himself. Was it unnecessary thrash that somebody threw onto his ground or rather an intentional outcome. Perhaps some wicked vendetta?

John scratched his chin, but as he did he realised that something felt off about his short beard. The man froze in place as he felt that his beard was thicker than before. To his utter shock the beard was actually covering more of his face with each passing second. John clutched his head and started panting in fear.

“What on Earth is happening to me?! I must be seeing things… B-But then what is this itch all over my body…?!” – John questioned himself and started scratching his body through all of his clothes. His entire silhouette started to heat up and his clothes were gradually becoming stained with his sweat. John felt more rough hair pierce his flesh and gradually cover his entire torso, then climb down his limbs.

John looked down at his open hands and realised that his fingers were starting to stiffen. As he turned his hands to the outer side he also noticed that his fingernails were starting to fatten up and blacken. Most notably the ones on his middle fingers as all the other digits were starting to shrivel up and sink back into the flesh of his hands.

John tried to flex his digits desperately, but it worked only for a while, until they began shortening to such extent that they lost their bendability completely. Soon the remnants of the fingers sank into John’s hands and left him with one digit on each hand. Judging by the unpleasant sensations in his shoes, his feet fared no better.

“Gh-f-fuuuuckh…! S-Somebody heeeee-eeelp!” – John pleaded as his huge middle toes suddenly had burst through his shoes. What became of his extremities was no more than four simplistic hooves of a draft horse. Despite John’s best efforts he was soon proven that he lacked most of his toes except for the middle ones on each foot.

If not for the fence in front of him John would have dropped onto all fours already, but he managed to catch his weight against the wooden construction after all. The man whimpered in dread as he noticed that his flat developing hooves started sliding down the fence inevitably.

However that was the least of the man’s problems as his body started growing in every direction. His muscles tickled, just to throb and then start inflating inhumanely. John watched in disgust as his shifting flesh became visible through his clothes as it began to tear in multiple places at once. Soon clear lines formed all over his trousers and shirt. John only managed to grunt twice as his clothing fell off his morphing frame all of the sudden.

To anyone watching the unfortunate man it would be clear that his spine was thickening and reinforcing with more tissue rapidly. The vertebrae popped higher on his back as they became more pronounced. A pressure started forming above his thickening rear as his tailbone started unfusing.

The man let out an inhuman sound of discomfort as something started to strain the flesh above his buttocks. John tried to look back, but in the process only managed to fall off the fence completely and land down on all fours. However the changing man felt freely as his new tail started taking shape. The forming vertebrae pulled the flesh and gradually formed a ropey and unmistakabley equine appendage. John wanted to end his suffering right then and there as he realised that the tail started slapping his shifting butt.

As was with every other part of John’s torso his rear regrettably started inflating mainly with muscles. The man groaned in a deepening voice as his buttocks expanded and tightened the crevice between. John swallowed disgusted as he felt his intestines start growing bigger and longer. Only a while after his butthole started expanding and growing bigger, more apparent between his ass-flesh. A ring of dark, puckered flesh started to come into view for anyone watching John’s behind.

The only relief was the fact that his anus was covered by the increasingly hairy growth, which was his swishing tail. John readjusted his stance on all fours as he still felt overly uncomfortable in the forced pose. His hips were crunching awfully as they grew wider. The man felt his stomach bloat and soon after his ribcage started popping audibly and barrelling out. The shoulder blades above it were almost automatically forced to become rounder and slightly sharper as they readjusted to the John’s equine form and forced his arms to gradually turn into proper fore legs.

“PlEEEEIGHs… I can’t becomeEIIIGH a horse…!” – John nickered as his lips fattened up further. His ears were already turning pointier and starting to elongate into horse equivalents. Worst of all was John’s nose. It bloated disgustingly and widened considerably, even in his field of view. After all it was just the beginning and a kick-starter to all the other facial changes.

John breathed heavily as his nostrils flared out and his nose started spilling out forward and joining in with his upper lip, making his face decisively more equine. His pupils were gradually widening and forcing his vision to distort slightly. As John’s face started making more awful noises his eyes started drifting apart from each other as his nasal bridge widened further.

The man failed to notice as his short hair gradually lengthened into a proper mane of luscious horsehair. He did realise when his neck started to grow longer as the process was rather unpleasant. John groaned in his equine voice as his head drifted further away from his beast-like torso.

The shifting man made a few wobbly steps, already too exhausted to speak up. Already given up on the hope to turn back at this point. His darkening flesh, all over his body was fully covered in either dark brown or white fur. Besides, his entire body didn’t feel like it stopped growing – It was continuously growing additional muscles and necessary mass to become a proper beast of burden.

As John tried to speak up once again, he only managed to neigh at the top of his lungs when his jaws started surging outwards and forming a proper muzzle on his face. “Nho-EIIIIIIIIIGH-eeelphihgh…!” – The man screamed out as his face gradually spilled out into the iconic long face of a horse.

All of the sudden an unexpected ecstatic feeling caught John off-guard as it invaded his crotch. Between his strong, muscular hind legs his manhood remained, unchanged until now. It started twitching and coming to life. Instinctively it became erect to the extents in mere seconds.

John’s testicles started growing bigger, weighing his sack down. The equine seed was starting to put pressure on his weak human alternative. Before John managed to fight it he reared up and his majorly human cock started spurting wave after wave of cum.

As John landed on all fours his penis looked different already. The foreskin started fusing with the man’s lower stomach. What was more noticeable was the growth of the shaft. It easily escaped its newly formed sheath and started to fatten up, until it became the width of a beer can.

John looked down underneath himself in disbelief. The head of his cock was growing a sort of crown as it flattened and turned more equine. The colour of his flesh became darker too and mottled closer to the sheath. Lastly John noticed how his urethra became more pronounced.

John was left speechless, literally – His vocal chords just finished remoulding into equine counterparts. The man tried to rear up again, but he was caught off guar by the remnants of his changes. His front legs were lengthening considerably and becoming less bendable. There was nothing remotely human about his body as the fur enveloped his entire changed form.

John yawned instinctively as his muzzle pushed to its extent and finished forming. The man hardly realised it, but the discomfort of the changes disappeared and left him a complete draft stallion. John shook his head and started turning around awkwardly in futile attempts to examine his own body.

He tried to say something, but he cringed as he only heard nickers and neighs escape his mouth. His tongue felt strangely swollen, his vocal chords were practically non-existent at this point. John neighed sadly and looked down at the horseshoe in front of him. He knew it was all it’s fault. In one swift motion the horse-turned man kicked the item and forced it to land on someone else’s garden…