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Who knew!\n\nEverything up to and including this chapter I basically banged out in a single night. I was a man with inspiration and [url=https://inkbunny.net/Ashizero]fellow user and appreciator of choice albeit weird kinks Ashi[/url] liked the cut of my jibe! Jive? Gibe? I've... Never actually understood that saying. \n\nDo note, the best way to experience this story is through the docs, since they include italicization and better formatting. But if you're lazy, you can also read on-site. I guess. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is the story of a girl named Sandra.
Sandra woke up one morning with a horsecock. A very, very unique horsecock.
And then she had to deal with the consequences of this horsecock.

Because of issues uploading this and some... Weird... Stuff... Involving Inkbunny, I'm separating the full story into four or five separate posts and just smushing them all into a Pool together. Gonna make tagging a nightmare, but oh well!

This story was a commission! I apparently do writing commissions! Who knew!

Everything up to and including this chapter I basically banged out in a single night. I was a man with inspiration and fellow user and appreciator of choice albeit weird kinks Ashi liked the cut of my jibe! Jive? Gibe? I've... Never actually understood that saying.

Do note, the best way to experience this story is through the docs, since they include italicization and better formatting. But if you're lazy, you can also read on-site. I guess. ", "writing": "Sandra's torso heaved with each laborious breath in. Her gargantuan, spunk-flooded gut was filling so much of her torso that she felt it exuding pressure everywhere from her hips to her ribcage. While breathing was a little harder now that her lungs had to contest with her enormous cum-stuffed belly, she still managed to fill her lungs with each breath. It just took a bit more effort than before. \n\nNow that her orgasm had finished and she had the beautiful bliss of post-nut clarity, she was starting to process just how distressing her predicament was. First, she processed that she had woke up with a horsecock that was so cartoonishly over-the-top in so many ways that it quite literally had to be dreamed into existence. She was still drawing a blank on that one. Second, she mulled over opting to dump her load down her throat instead of doing anything else with her nut. While yes, it did mean she had much, much less to do in the way of cleaning up, this left her with the brand new issue of a gut so bulbous it looked like she'd gotten pregnant overnight. Yet, the way it jostled and jiggled when she moved quickly gave away that her gut wasn't crammed with a growing baby, but with a few dozen pregnancies worth of potent baby batter. Third, and most concerningly, was what the hell she was going to do to hide both this near-meter of meat and her sudden gut. \n\nAs her third concern graced her mind, Sandra heard the soft steps of her younger sister walking down the hall. Sandra was previously so focused on just cramming her cock down her throat that she had completely forgotten every other important detail in her life. She was a high-school student. She lived in her parents' house. She had a younger sister named Alex that was just hitting puberty. And she'd promised some of her friends that they'd hang out today. \n\n\"Oh shit oh shit oh shit.'' She muttered to herself, pulling herself from her bed. The overburdened springs on her bed creaked loudly. \n\nShe shuffled over to the door and listened to the hallway outside her room. She just managed to catch her sister closing a door at the far end of the hall. She was in the bathroom. Sandra exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding and shuffled back from the door. No matter what, her sibling was going to be taking her sweet-ass time in the bathroom, so she had a little time to plan her route of attack. \n\nFirst, she wobbled over to the bed, picked up her mirror, smeared the last remnants of the cum she'd splattered all over it into her bedsheets, and delicately put it back on the wall where it belonged. Then, she pulled all her sheets and blankets off her bed and stuffed them in her laundry hamper. After that, she returned to the mirror to give herself a once-over and assess the damage from another perspective. \n\nHer reflection showed a bloated, disheveled, cum-drenched mess that just vaguely resembled Sandra. Her horsecock was still flopped out of her panties and drooling cum, but it was much, much shorter now that it wasn't at full mast. Now, she could even make out the plump sheath at its base. She idly prodded at the chubby, flexible flesh safely cocooning part of her cock and found it much spongier and more pliable than her cockflesh. Despite the sheath, half her cock still flopped out limply. Her hair was matted down with glittery pink slime. Her face was likewise slathered with her nutbutter. Her gut had a thin sheen all over it and glimmered in the low light of her room. She couldn't tell if that was because of her sweat or if the amount of cum she failed to swallow was enough to give her tummy a layer of glaze. \n\nSo... That took a lot of her options for remaining incognito near her family out of the picture until she could get herself cleaned up. She peeled her panties from her stallion sack, grimacing at the vaguely disgusting feeling it gave, and tossed it in the laundry hamper. Now, with no feasible option in her mind other than waiting, Sandra crept over to the door and waited. \n\nThankfully for her, Alex miraculously didn't take too long in the bathroom. She could already hear the sink running, albeit faintly. After that, the bathroom door opened, her sibling's footsteps were heard once more, and as the footfalls got their loudest passing Sandra's door-\n\nA buzz from her phone nearly made Sandra jump. She recoiled a few steps, lost her balance, and fell gormlessly into the pile of bedding she'd made. She grabbed the hamper while falling and scrambled her legs. She managed to get a grip on the way down - albeit just barely - and prevented any further disasters. She groaned, got back to her feat, and waddled uncomfortably over to her phone. She picked it up and swiped her finger along her pattern lock.\n\nGotta figure out how to walk with... this. Can't just look like I shit myself, that'll be way too suspicious. She mused internally. How the fuck do those furry pornstars handle these stupid things?\n\nThe notification she got came from her friend Ela in a group chat confirming that they were still on for heading to the mall today. The other member of the chat, Bubbles, had already replied confirmation. Ela and Bubbles were two of Sandra's best friends. She had known the two of them forever now, having met Ela in pre-K and Bubbles in grade school. They were the two anchors in her bland as fuck town that helped hold her down all the years she'd stayed there. \n\nEla was a human girl, just like Sandra. (Less like Sandra now that she had a dick like a segment of PVC pipe.) Bubbles, however, was a canine furry girl. (Though, she had more in common with Sandra now than one would expect, as Bubbles also had a penis.) The two had hooked up two years ago and been inseparable since. \n\nInternal forces waged war within Sandra. On one hand, hiding away from everything until this situation stabilized would be the absolute best decision she could make right now. Probably. But that would mean she'd need to be around her family. The utter shame of her family finding out that their dearly beloved Sandra had somehow grown a gargantuan horsecock in the middle of the night... Well, that line of thinking made the majority of the argument on the other hand's part sound reasonable. On the other hand, these were the people she'd be safest around and maybe, just maybe, they could have some advice on what the fuck to do about this new problem she now had swinging between her legs. Plus, the longer she's out of the house, the less time she needs to spend around her parents. Her parents were fine with her being away from home so long as she communicated what was going on, so maybe if she played her cards right, she could convince one of her two besties to let her crash at their place until this whole horsecock problem blew over? But then, she'd need to hide the preposterous dick rubbing against her thighs from someone else's parents, and what would she do if she had another wet dream? \n\nSandra's head was too wrapped up in its argument with herself to stop her body from going on autopilot. She brainlessly typed affirmation to Ela, hit send, then set her phone down. By the time her brain caught up to what she'd just done, the message had been delivered and read by the both of them with Bubbles already typing up her excitement for the grand event. No going back now...\n\nSandra groaned and resigned mentally. This stupid shlong was still fucking with her head, even when it wasn't stealing all the blood she usually used for thinking. \n\nFuck it, she thought to herself, I'll think of what I have to do when I'm in the shower.\n\nShe took her phone, crept to the door, reached out for the door handle, then froze. The moment that her hand touched metal, the realization of what she was about to do rippled through her. If anyone, anyone in the house was even remotely near her, she'd be toast. The gig would be up. She'd be caught with her pants down and her ass out; figuratively for the former, literally for the latter. And she was not ready to try to explain to anyone that she grew a two-foot horse dick in the night and her first instinct upon waking up was to cram it in her mouth and guzzle till she was dry. \n\nSandra braced herself, gripped the handle tight, and held her breath. She couldn't hear anyone near the door, but she could clearly hear the rest of her family elsewhere in her house. She couldn't really place where, so she just hoped like hell that they didn't want to come up to the upstairs bathroom right now.\n\nEveryone sounded far enough away. It was now or never. She counted down the seconds in her head before she ran. Three... Two... One... \n\nShe turned the handle, flung the door open, slammed it behind her, and scuttered to the bathroom as fast as she could, her gut jostling and her nuts swaying all the way there. \n\nShe got to the bathroom, flung the door open, and slammed it behind her. She quickly locked the doorknob, then the door, and lastly let out an exasperated sigh and relaxed the slightest bit. The first step was over. She made it from one safe haven to the other.\n\nShe looked at her reflection in the wall-sized mirror behind the sink and smirked. She'd done it. Even with her cum-stuffed belly weighing her down, she'd managed to make it from her room to the bathroom without being seen. If she could do that while completely naked, she'd surely be able to make it the rest of the day once she got some clothes on. \n\nNow that her guard had relaxed even the slightest bit, however, she felt an unfamiliar pressure building somewhere deep within her unfamiliar loins. She had no clue what the hell it was, but it didn't feel anything like the tension she had been feeling earlier. The pressure made her want to flex muscles in her penis she didn't even know she had. She flexed them, and while the pressure didn't suddenly magically go away, it sure did get a little easier for her to handle it. \n\nShe looked quizzically down at her shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her meat was still very sensitive after just cumming so hard, so the sensation was overwhelming, to say the least. She recoiled and winced at the sensation, and in doing so, accidentally relaxed the muscles she had been clenching. With just that one mistake made, she felt the pressure shift in her shaft. It felt like it left her balls and started traveling up her dick. \n\nSandra instantly realized what the fuck had just happened. She saw it in some of the weird, amateur pornos she had seen when she was younger. Sometimes, after a guy came inside someone, he'd pull out, grab his dick, point it at his partner, and- \n\nA steady, powerful stream of piss erupted from her shaft and spurted across the room. Sandra squealed in alarm, clenched every muscle she could in her horse shaft, and gripped her dick. She'd managed to stop the flow from getting too bad, but that first spurt had left its mark. A long, off-yellow water stain now traced a line through the bathroom, from the shower straight to Sandra. And god, the pressure in what she now recognized as her bladder was only getting worse. Now that she had put two and two together in her head, she realized her error. Stopping yourself after having just started peeing was so much harder than just peeing and letting it all out. She uncomfortably set her phone down on the counter, squeezed her now free hand around her shaft to make holding it in just a smidgen easier, and awkwardly shuffled to the toilet. \n\nSandra let her trained instincts on how to use the toilet take control. She lifted the lid, turned around, sat down, and relaxed her bladder. \n\nHer cock surged again as another jet of piss shot through its massive length. This time, with her meat laying across the edge of the toilet seat, it even jumped a bit as her powerful stream forced its way down her cumslit and sprayed onto the floor, hosing her feet and the linoleum once more. Sandra squeaked again, repeated her initial process, and pulled herself from the seat. Now, with her cock aching to let this poor, pent-up pee drain on anything it possibly could, she frantically looked back down at the toilet. \n\nThe logistics on fitting her enormous phallus inside the toilet was, plain and simple, illogical. There was no way she could bend her enormous shaft to fit the bowl from sitting, and with how ludicrously powerful the stream spraying from her penis was, she crossed out trying to do it standing like guys always said they did. That left just two options. Sink, and bathtub. And the sink idea was likewise nixed as quickly as it came up when she realized it faced the same problem as the toilet. \n\nThinking she could clean the bathroom after she was done draining her bladder, Sandra pulled the shower curtain aside, cranked the water on, pulled the plunger that redirected flow to the showerhead, pointed the showerhead further down the bathtub, and with the sound suitably masked, she gripped her enormous shaft with two hands, angled it down, and relaxed her bladder. \n\nEven with all her attempts at controlling the flow, it still managed to make a huge mess while she was pissing. Her output easily surpassed the showerhead's comparatively pitiful stream, and just a few moments after having opened the floodgates, the vast majority of the water spiralling down the drain was now tinged yellow. Sandra was initially concerned at how this could be happening, then rationalized that it was just because her state-mandated water-saving showerhead was just making a little water seem like a lot more than it really was. It wasn't that she could now fit an entire bathtub's worth of urine inside her body and be no worse for wear than before. \n\nSandra glanced back at the mirror and saw her reflection. There she was, with a horsecock bigger than her torso, pissing like a firehose into a bathtub because the toilet didn't fit her with a belly that actually jutted out past her unimpressive chest. The sight caused so much cognitive dissonance that she didn't even realize that she was looking at herself until she spent a few seconds ogling her reflection. Her eyebrows raised as her brain managed to put two and two together. \n\n\"Oh my god I actually look like this.'' Oh my god I'm a real-life version of the girls in those nasty kink stories I read.\n\nSandra sighed and peeled her eyes from her reflection. She could already feel herself getting a little fluttery in the chest, and she was not about to start jerking off while pissing and acknowledge how absolutely depraved her kinks were. \n\nWith her stream stabilized and her nuts feeling about half-empty, Sandra glanced around at the rest of the bathroom. She chewed on her lip, wondering what she could do about the massive puddle of piss now pooled on the floor. For a moment, she considered wiping it up with toilet paper and spraying the floor down afterwards, but the amount of times she'd need to flush the toilet doing that would be... Way too suspicious. She furrowed her brow. \n\nAs she looked around the rest of the room, her eyes settled on the basket near the door. Sitting in it was a small mountain of dirty towels. A smile crept onto Sandra's face. She could clean this mess up easily, draw no attention to herself, and the evidence would be rinsed out by the washing machine. \n\nSandra let out a delighted sigh as her bladder finished dumping its contents, and she gave her cock a few shakes to get the last few droplets out of her. She held her shaft under the shower's stream for a few moments, rinsing the last of her urine from her cock. Her output was so ludicrous that the bathtub was still about half-full with the dilute pee pooled in it and she wanted it all to go down the drain before she climbed in, so she decided to grab a few towels to start wiping up the mess she'd left. \n\nShe rifled through the mound of towels near the door, selecting and tossing a few colourful towels down to wipe up her mess. She used her feet to kick them around to soak up the gist of her piss, then used one last one from the bin to wipe down the wall she'd splattered when she tried to use the toilet. She gave the scene of the crime one last once-over, concluded it was clean, and dumped the dirtier towels back into the basket. \n\nNow, finally, finally, Sandra was ready to shower. She returned to the shower, tested the water temperature, increased it slightly, and climbed inside. \n\nThe shower, thankfully, was mostly uneventful. She took ample, ample time to clean everything out of her hair and shampooed twice just to be safe. Most of the rest of her body got a simple but thorough cleaning. She spent a little too long washing her gut, but the intoxicating feeling of her swollen belly squishing like a waterbed under her fingers made her want to make sure it was polished practically perfect.\n\nWhile she was soaping up her nuts, she was struck by a perplexing question. Why didn't she feel her vagina anymore? She hefted her scrotum up, since that sweat-soaked crevice between her thighs was her next spot to wash, and she ran a hand along her fresh-made taint. To her confusion, where her cooch was had now been sealed up, leaving a rubbery band of skin behind. The texture of the skin there also didn't quite match the smooth feeling that the rest of her body had. It felt a little more rough and stretchier, like the plump sheath she found around her shaft. \n\nShe prodded around at her freshly discovered taint, trying to gauge the texture and sensations that came from it. One finger went a bit too far and smushed up against her slightly puffy anus, which caused her to recoil. However, it felt a little different, so her fingers crept right back up to it and gently touched it. To her surprise, the formerly smooth muscle now protruded slightly and was much rougher. Lumpier. She couldn't check herself, but she figured the horsecock and horse taint she was now equipped with extended to her anus, and she knew enough about equine anatomy to know about the high-efficiency ring she likely now rocked between her cheeks. \n\nSandra finished cleaning herself up, turned off the shower, and toweled herself off. When she was nice and mostly dry, she tossed her towel onto the pile of piss-soaked towels, and grabbed her phone. She turned the camera on, flipped it to selfie mode, and held it underneath her pony parts. One click later, she pulled it back up and examined what else was between her legs. To her surprise, she was completely right. Her genitals were completely swapped with a horse's. Even the embarrassing heart pattern lining her shaft and dotting her nuts extended down there, with an offset trail of miniature hearts speckling her taint, and one white heart placed right in the middle of her equine sphincter. \n\nSandra snickered. That confirmed it. Her dream self was right. She didn't just have horse genitals, she had unicorn genitals. No horse alive would have heart polka-dots all over his junk.\n\nShe quickly deleted the picture from her phone and reached for the doorhandle. When she grabbed the door handle and turned it, she froze in place. \n\nWhat the hell do you think you're doing?! She asked herself. The plan, idiot! The plan! \n\nShe was already partway through opening the door, so she figured she may as well go all the way. She slowly turned the knob, opened the door a crack, and peeked down the hallway. The coast was clear, and the house was quiet. \n\nSandra seized this brief opportunity while she could. The door swung wide and slammed behind her, she hustled to her room as quickly as she could, and she slammed that door behind her, too. \n\nSafe. Again. Somehow. \n\nHer mind returned to the plan. Since she spent all her time in the shower focusing on exploring her body, she instead just had to make it up as she went. Step one, find the loosest, baggiest hoodie she had and make a look that compliments it. She went to her dresser and started searching.\n\nShe took pride in organizing her wardrobe, so it was easy enough to find the hoodie she was looking for. A bland, nondescript gray hoodie with some university's logo on it. Her mother had given it to her as a hand-me-down from when she was pregnant with her. If it could fit a pregnant adult, it'd easily cover her swollen belly. She tossed it onto her coverless bed and started thinking of things that would go with it. \n\nPants were out of the question. Nothing was designed to fit the kind of heat she was packing now. Any skirts above knee-length were also completely out of the question. At softest her cock dangled at her knees. That cut her selection down hugely, but she found an ankle-length navy-blue skirt that wouldn't look too bad with the hoodie. With so much skin covered, she didn't have many options in the way of accessorizing, but she at least found a few assorted things to spice up her look. Some thick-framed sunglasses that matched her skirt, some earrings that drew attention away from her boring top, and with the right makeup she could probably look like she was just dressing for comfort and not for style. \n\nShe, thankfully, didn't have any issues getting dressed. While she started with trying panties, her current selection of underwear either couldn't wrap around her nuts or pushed her dick up and made it impossible to hide. She opted to just go commando to save herself some of the hassle. \n\nOnce fully dressed, appropriately accessorized, and with makeup applied, she gave herself a full-body once-over in her mirror. Incredibly, she looked like she always did, just with extremely baggy clothes. It was impossible to tell that her gut was packed with nut and the thing that filled her up was flopping between her legs. A smirk crept up her face. She somehow managed to find a way to make the new her go incognito! \n\nShe gathered her things and got ready to start her day. At noon. All she had to do was just walk out of the house without encountering her family. \n\nSandra took a deep breath in and sighed. The sweet, earth-tinged scent of her cum tickled her nose.\n\n\"Right. Shit.'' Sandra grimaced. She walked over to her laundry, hefted it up, and walked back towards the door. Just pretend everything is fine and no one will suspect a thing, she reminded herself.\n\nShe swung the door open and descended downstairs, making a beeline for the laundry room. As she made it to the landing, she heard the voices of her parents chatting. When she passed the kitchen, her father, who was preparing lunch, gave her salutations. \n\n\"Hey Sanny!'' His voice was full of pep. He only sounded like this when he was in a really good mood or he needed to do damage control. \"Great to see you up! Want some lu-''\n\nSandra just stormed past him and kept heading to the laundry room. \n\nSandra's mother, who was sitting at the table, sipped her coffee and shook her head. \"Probably best to leave her alone.''\n\nSandra's father looked a little dejected. His pep faded. \"Aww, jeez. What do you think is up?'' \n\nThe beep of the washer's settings being changed resounded from the laundry room. Sandra loaded the cum-stained bedding into the washer, wanting to get the most incriminating evidence out of the way first. She could deal with her blankets smelling musty for a while if it meant it didn't smell like cum and candy to everyone else. \n\nSandra turned the machine on and walked back towards her family. So far, so good. She just had to get her shoes on and leave without any more questions and she'd be in the clear. \n\nAs she returned past the kitchen, her dad tried again. \"Want some lunch, kiddo?''\n\n\"No thanks, already ate.'' She didn't even look back as she walked. \n\n\"Oh... Okay. You headed out?'' \n\n\"Yup.''\n\n\"Cool. Have a good day! Your mom and I are planning a little something for the long weekend, so-''\n\nSandra had already tuned her father out and had her shoes on. Every step she made, she was acutely aware of the fabric of her hoodie touching her bare belly. The veneer of safety flickered every time it grazed her. She couldn't get out of the house fast enough. Without so much as a goodbye, she unlocked the door and left home. \n\nSandra's father looked a bit more dejected at being shut out. Before he could express his disappointment, however, Sandra's mother chuckled. \n\n\"You know, it's probably for the best that we got off this easily.''\n\n\"What do you mean, dear?''\n\n\"Think about it.'' Sandra's mother explained. \"Temperamental. Wearing heavy clothes. Cleaning her sheets. Snippy. Lying about obvious stuff to get away from us. Isn't it obvious?'' \n\nHer father looked at her mother quizzically, but the cogs in his head, slow as they may have been, still turned nonetheless. \n\n\"... Ooooooh. Yeah, you're probably right about that. Teenage periods get rough, don't they?''\n\nHer mother nodded. \"Mmhmm.''", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sandra's torso heaved with each laborious breath in. Her gargantuan, spunk-flooded gut was filling so much of her torso that she felt it exuding pressure everywhere from her hips to her ribcage. While breathing was a little harder now that her lungs had to contest with her enormous cum-stuffed belly, she still managed to fill her lungs with each breath. It just took a bit more effort than before.

Now that her orgasm had finished and she had the beautiful bliss of post-nut clarity, she was starting to process just how distressing her predicament was. First, she processed that she had woke up with a horsecock that was so cartoonishly over-the-top in so many ways that it quite literally had to be dreamed into existence. She was still drawing a blank on that one. Second, she mulled over opting to dump her load down her throat instead of doing anything else with her nut. While yes, it did mean she had much, much less to do in the way of cleaning up, this left her with the brand new issue of a gut so bulbous it looked like she'd gotten pregnant overnight. Yet, the way it jostled and jiggled when she moved quickly gave away that her gut wasn't crammed with a growing baby, but with a few dozen pregnancies worth of potent baby batter. Third, and most concerningly, was what the hell she was going to do to hide both this near-meter of meat and her sudden gut.

As her third concern graced her mind, Sandra heard the soft steps of her younger sister walking down the hall. Sandra was previously so focused on just cramming her cock down her throat that she had completely forgotten every other important detail in her life. She was a high-school student. She lived in her parents' house. She had a younger sister named Alex that was just hitting puberty. And she'd promised some of her friends that they'd hang out today.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit.'' She muttered to herself, pulling herself from her bed. The overburdened springs on her bed creaked loudly.

She shuffled over to the door and listened to the hallway outside her room. She just managed to catch her sister closing a door at the far end of the hall. She was in the bathroom. Sandra exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding and shuffled back from the door. No matter what, her sibling was going to be taking her sweet-ass time in the bathroom, so she had a little time to plan her route of attack.

First, she wobbled over to the bed, picked up her mirror, smeared the last remnants of the cum she'd splattered all over it into her bedsheets, and delicately put it back on the wall where it belonged. Then, she pulled all her sheets and blankets off her bed and stuffed them in her laundry hamper. After that, she returned to the mirror to give herself a once-over and assess the damage from another perspective.

Her reflection showed a bloated, disheveled, cum-drenched mess that just vaguely resembled Sandra. Her horsecock was still flopped out of her panties and drooling cum, but it was much, much shorter now that it wasn't at full mast. Now, she could even make out the plump sheath at its base. She idly prodded at the chubby, flexible flesh safely cocooning part of her cock and found it much spongier and more pliable than her cockflesh. Despite the sheath, half her cock still flopped out limply. Her hair was matted down with glittery pink slime. Her face was likewise slathered with her nutbutter. Her gut had a thin sheen all over it and glimmered in the low light of her room. She couldn't tell if that was because of her sweat or if the amount of cum she failed to swallow was enough to give her tummy a layer of glaze.

So... That took a lot of her options for remaining incognito near her family out of the picture until she could get herself cleaned up. She peeled her panties from her stallion sack, grimacing at the vaguely disgusting feeling it gave, and tossed it in the laundry hamper. Now, with no feasible option in her mind other than waiting, Sandra crept over to the door and waited.

Thankfully for her, Alex miraculously didn't take too long in the bathroom. She could already hear the sink running, albeit faintly. After that, the bathroom door opened, her sibling's footsteps were heard once more, and as the footfalls got their loudest passing Sandra's door-

A buzz from her phone nearly made Sandra jump. She recoiled a few steps, lost her balance, and fell gormlessly into the pile of bedding she'd made. She grabbed the hamper while falling and scrambled her legs. She managed to get a grip on the way down - albeit just barely - and prevented any further disasters. She groaned, got back to her feat, and waddled uncomfortably over to her phone. She picked it up and swiped her finger along her pattern lock.

Gotta figure out how to walk with... this. Can't just look like I shit myself, that'll be way too suspicious. She mused internally. How the fuck do those furry pornstars handle these stupid things?

The notification she got came from her friend Ela in a group chat confirming that they were still on for heading to the mall today. The other member of the chat, Bubbles, had already replied confirmation. Ela and Bubbles were two of Sandra's best friends. She had known the two of them forever now, having met Ela in pre-K and Bubbles in grade school. They were the two anchors in her bland as fuck town that helped hold her down all the years she'd stayed there.

Ela was a human girl, just like Sandra. (Less like Sandra now that she had a dick like a segment of PVC pipe.) Bubbles, however, was a canine furry girl. (Though, she had more in common with Sandra now than one would expect, as Bubbles also had a penis.) The two had hooked up two years ago and been inseparable since.

Internal forces waged war within Sandra. On one hand, hiding away from everything until this situation stabilized would be the absolute best decision she could make right now. Probably. But that would mean she'd need to be around her family. The utter shame of her family finding out that their dearly beloved Sandra had somehow grown a gargantuan horsecock in the middle of the night... Well, that line of thinking made the majority of the argument on the other hand's part sound reasonable. On the other hand, these were the people she'd be safest around and maybe, just maybe, they could have some advice on what the fuck to do about this new problem she now had swinging between her legs. Plus, the longer she's out of the house, the less time she needs to spend around her parents. Her parents were fine with her being away from home so long as she communicated what was going on, so maybe if she played her cards right, she could convince one of her two besties to let her crash at their place until this whole horsecock problem blew over? But then, she'd need to hide the preposterous dick rubbing against her thighs from someone else's parents, and what would she do if she had another wet dream?

Sandra's head was too wrapped up in its argument with herself to stop her body from going on autopilot. She brainlessly typed affirmation to Ela, hit send, then set her phone down. By the time her brain caught up to what she'd just done, the message had been delivered and read by the both of them with Bubbles already typing up her excitement for the grand event. No going back now...

Sandra groaned and resigned mentally. This stupid shlong was still fucking with her head, even when it wasn't stealing all the blood she usually used for thinking.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, I'll think of what I have to do when I'm in the shower.

She took her phone, crept to the door, reached out for the door handle, then froze. The moment that her hand touched metal, the realization of what she was about to do rippled through her. If anyone, anyone in the house was even remotely near her, she'd be toast. The gig would be up. She'd be caught with her pants down and her ass out; figuratively for the former, literally for the latter. And she was not ready to try to explain to anyone that she grew a two-foot horse dick in the night and her first instinct upon waking up was to cram it in her mouth and guzzle till she was dry.

Sandra braced herself, gripped the handle tight, and held her breath. She couldn't hear anyone near the door, but she could clearly hear the rest of her family elsewhere in her house. She couldn't really place where, so she just hoped like hell that they didn't want to come up to the upstairs bathroom right now.

Everyone sounded far enough away. It was now or never. She counted down the seconds in her head before she ran. Three... Two... One...

She turned the handle, flung the door open, slammed it behind her, and scuttered to the bathroom as fast as she could, her gut jostling and her nuts swaying all the way there.

She got to the bathroom, flung the door open, and slammed it behind her. She quickly locked the doorknob, then the door, and lastly let out an exasperated sigh and relaxed the slightest bit. The first step was over. She made it from one safe haven to the other.

She looked at her reflection in the wall-sized mirror behind the sink and smirked. She'd done it. Even with her cum-stuffed belly weighing her down, she'd managed to make it from her room to the bathroom without being seen. If she could do that while completely naked, she'd surely be able to make it the rest of the day once she got some clothes on.

Now that her guard had relaxed even the slightest bit, however, she felt an unfamiliar pressure building somewhere deep within her unfamiliar loins. She had no clue what the hell it was, but it didn't feel anything like the tension she had been feeling earlier. The pressure made her want to flex muscles in her penis she didn't even know she had. She flexed them, and while the pressure didn't suddenly magically go away, it sure did get a little easier for her to handle it.

She looked quizzically down at her shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her meat was still very sensitive after just cumming so hard, so the sensation was overwhelming, to say the least. She recoiled and winced at the sensation, and in doing so, accidentally relaxed the muscles she had been clenching. With just that one mistake made, she felt the pressure shift in her shaft. It felt like it left her balls and started traveling up her dick.

Sandra instantly realized what the fuck had just happened. She saw it in some of the weird, amateur pornos she had seen when she was younger. Sometimes, after a guy came inside someone, he'd pull out, grab his dick, point it at his partner, and-

A steady, powerful stream of piss erupted from her shaft and spurted across the room. Sandra squealed in alarm, clenched every muscle she could in her horse shaft, and gripped her dick. She'd managed to stop the flow from getting too bad, but that first spurt had left its mark. A long, off-yellow water stain now traced a line through the bathroom, from the shower straight to Sandra. And god, the pressure in what she now recognized as her bladder was only getting worse. Now that she had put two and two together in her head, she realized her error. Stopping yourself after having just started peeing was so much harder than just peeing and letting it all out. She uncomfortably set her phone down on the counter, squeezed her now free hand around her shaft to make holding it in just a smidgen easier, and awkwardly shuffled to the toilet.

Sandra let her trained instincts on how to use the toilet take control. She lifted the lid, turned around, sat down, and relaxed her bladder.

Her cock surged again as another jet of piss shot through its massive length. This time, with her meat laying across the edge of the toilet seat, it even jumped a bit as her powerful stream forced its way down her cumslit and sprayed onto the floor, hosing her feet and the linoleum once more. Sandra squeaked again, repeated her initial process, and pulled herself from the seat. Now, with her cock aching to let this poor, pent-up pee drain on anything it possibly could, she frantically looked back down at the toilet.

The logistics on fitting her enormous phallus inside the toilet was, plain and simple, illogical. There was no way she could bend her enormous shaft to fit the bowl from sitting, and with how ludicrously powerful the stream spraying from her penis was, she crossed out trying to do it standing like guys always said they did. That left just two options. Sink, and bathtub. And the sink idea was likewise nixed as quickly as it came up when she realized it faced the same problem as the toilet.

Thinking she could clean the bathroom after she was done draining her bladder, Sandra pulled the shower curtain aside, cranked the water on, pulled the plunger that redirected flow to the showerhead, pointed the showerhead further down the bathtub, and with the sound suitably masked, she gripped her enormous shaft with two hands, angled it down, and relaxed her bladder.

Even with all her attempts at controlling the flow, it still managed to make a huge mess while she was pissing. Her output easily surpassed the showerhead's comparatively pitiful stream, and just a few moments after having opened the floodgates, the vast majority of the water spiralling down the drain was now tinged yellow. Sandra was initially concerned at how this could be happening, then rationalized that it was just because her state-mandated water-saving showerhead was just making a little water seem like a lot more than it really was. It wasn't that she could now fit an entire bathtub's worth of urine inside her body and be no worse for wear than before.

Sandra glanced back at the mirror and saw her reflection. There she was, with a horsecock bigger than her torso, pissing like a firehose into a bathtub because the toilet didn't fit her with a belly that actually jutted out past her unimpressive chest. The sight caused so much cognitive dissonance that she didn't even realize that she was looking at herself until she spent a few seconds ogling her reflection. Her eyebrows raised as her brain managed to put two and two together.

"Oh my god I actually look like this.'' Oh my god I'm a real-life version of the girls in those nasty kink stories I read.

Sandra sighed and peeled her eyes from her reflection. She could already feel herself getting a little fluttery in the chest, and she was not about to start jerking off while pissing and acknowledge how absolutely depraved her kinks were.

With her stream stabilized and her nuts feeling about half-empty, Sandra glanced around at the rest of the bathroom. She chewed on her lip, wondering what she could do about the massive puddle of piss now pooled on the floor. For a moment, she considered wiping it up with toilet paper and spraying the floor down afterwards, but the amount of times she'd need to flush the toilet doing that would be... Way too suspicious. She furrowed her brow.

As she looked around the rest of the room, her eyes settled on the basket near the door. Sitting in it was a small mountain of dirty towels. A smile crept onto Sandra's face. She could clean this mess up easily, draw no attention to herself, and the evidence would be rinsed out by the washing machine.

Sandra let out a delighted sigh as her bladder finished dumping its contents, and she gave her cock a few shakes to get the last few droplets out of her. She held her shaft under the shower's stream for a few moments, rinsing the last of her urine from her cock. Her output was so ludicrous that the bathtub was still about half-full with the dilute pee pooled in it and she wanted it all to go down the drain before she climbed in, so she decided to grab a few towels to start wiping up the mess she'd left.

She rifled through the mound of towels near the door, selecting and tossing a few colourful towels down to wipe up her mess. She used her feet to kick them around to soak up the gist of her piss, then used one last one from the bin to wipe down the wall she'd splattered when she tried to use the toilet. She gave the scene of the crime one last once-over, concluded it was clean, and dumped the dirtier towels back into the basket.

Now, finally, finally, Sandra was ready to shower. She returned to the shower, tested the water temperature, increased it slightly, and climbed inside.

The shower, thankfully, was mostly uneventful. She took ample, ample time to clean everything out of her hair and shampooed twice just to be safe. Most of the rest of her body got a simple but thorough cleaning. She spent a little too long washing her gut, but the intoxicating feeling of her swollen belly squishing like a waterbed under her fingers made her want to make sure it was polished practically perfect.

While she was soaping up her nuts, she was struck by a perplexing question. Why didn't she feel her vagina anymore? She hefted her scrotum up, since that sweat-soaked crevice between her thighs was her next spot to wash, and she ran a hand along her fresh-made taint. To her confusion, where her cooch was had now been sealed up, leaving a rubbery band of skin behind. The texture of the skin there also didn't quite match the smooth feeling that the rest of her body had. It felt a little more rough and stretchier, like the plump sheath she found around her shaft.

She prodded around at her freshly discovered taint, trying to gauge the texture and sensations that came from it. One finger went a bit too far and smushed up against her slightly puffy anus, which caused her to recoil. However, it felt a little different, so her fingers crept right back up to it and gently touched it. To her surprise, the formerly smooth muscle now protruded slightly and was much rougher. Lumpier. She couldn't check herself, but she figured the horsecock and horse taint she was now equipped with extended to her anus, and she knew enough about equine anatomy to know about the high-efficiency ring she likely now rocked between her cheeks.

Sandra finished cleaning herself up, turned off the shower, and toweled herself off. When she was nice and mostly dry, she tossed her towel onto the pile of piss-soaked towels, and grabbed her phone. She turned the camera on, flipped it to selfie mode, and held it underneath her pony parts. One click later, she pulled it back up and examined what else was between her legs. To her surprise, she was completely right. Her genitals were completely swapped with a horse's. Even the embarrassing heart pattern lining her shaft and dotting her nuts extended down there, with an offset trail of miniature hearts speckling her taint, and one white heart placed right in the middle of her equine sphincter.

Sandra snickered. That confirmed it. Her dream self was right. She didn't just have horse genitals, she had unicorn genitals. No horse alive would have heart polka-dots all over his junk.

She quickly deleted the picture from her phone and reached for the doorhandle. When she grabbed the door handle and turned it, she froze in place.

What the hell do you think you're doing?! She asked herself. The plan, idiot! The plan!

She was already partway through opening the door, so she figured she may as well go all the way. She slowly turned the knob, opened the door a crack, and peeked down the hallway. The coast was clear, and the house was quiet.

Sandra seized this brief opportunity while she could. The door swung wide and slammed behind her, she hustled to her room as quickly as she could, and she slammed that door behind her, too.

Safe. Again. Somehow.

Her mind returned to the plan. Since she spent all her time in the shower focusing on exploring her body, she instead just had to make it up as she went. Step one, find the loosest, baggiest hoodie she had and make a look that compliments it. She went to her dresser and started searching.

She took pride in organizing her wardrobe, so it was easy enough to find the hoodie she was looking for. A bland, nondescript gray hoodie with some university's logo on it. Her mother had given it to her as a hand-me-down from when she was pregnant with her. If it could fit a pregnant adult, it'd easily cover her swollen belly. She tossed it onto her coverless bed and started thinking of things that would go with it.

Pants were out of the question. Nothing was designed to fit the kind of heat she was packing now. Any skirts above knee-length were also completely out of the question. At softest her cock dangled at her knees. That cut her selection down hugely, but she found an ankle-length navy-blue skirt that wouldn't look too bad with the hoodie. With so much skin covered, she didn't have many options in the way of accessorizing, but she at least found a few assorted things to spice up her look. Some thick-framed sunglasses that matched her skirt, some earrings that drew attention away from her boring top, and with the right makeup she could probably look like she was just dressing for comfort and not for style.

She, thankfully, didn't have any issues getting dressed. While she started with trying panties, her current selection of underwear either couldn't wrap around her nuts or pushed her dick up and made it impossible to hide. She opted to just go commando to save herself some of the hassle.

Once fully dressed, appropriately accessorized, and with makeup applied, she gave herself a full-body once-over in her mirror. Incredibly, she looked like she always did, just with extremely baggy clothes. It was impossible to tell that her gut was packed with nut and the thing that filled her up was flopping between her legs. A smirk crept up her face. She somehow managed to find a way to make the new her go incognito!

She gathered her things and got ready to start her day. At noon. All she had to do was just walk out of the house without encountering her family.

Sandra took a deep breath in and sighed. The sweet, earth-tinged scent of her cum tickled her nose.

"Right. Shit.'' Sandra grimaced. She walked over to her laundry, hefted it up, and walked back towards the door. Just pretend everything is fine and no one will suspect a thing, she reminded herself.

She swung the door open and descended downstairs, making a beeline for the laundry room. As she made it to the landing, she heard the voices of her parents chatting. When she passed the kitchen, her father, who was preparing lunch, gave her salutations.

"Hey Sanny!'' His voice was full of pep. He only sounded like this when he was in a really good mood or he needed to do damage control. "Great to see you up! Want some lu-''

Sandra just stormed past him and kept heading to the laundry room.

Sandra's mother, who was sitting at the table, sipped her coffee and shook her head. "Probably best to leave her alone.''

Sandra's father looked a little dejected. His pep faded. "Aww, jeez. What do you think is up?''

The beep of the washer's settings being changed resounded from the laundry room. Sandra loaded the cum-stained bedding into the washer, wanting to get the most incriminating evidence out of the way first. She could deal with her blankets smelling musty for a while if it meant it didn't smell like cum and candy to everyone else.

Sandra turned the machine on and walked back towards her family. So far, so good. She just had to get her shoes on and leave without any more questions and she'd be in the clear.

As she returned past the kitchen, her dad tried again. "Want some lunch, kiddo?''

"No thanks, already ate.'' She didn't even look back as she walked.

"Oh... Okay. You headed out?''

"Yup.''

"Cool. Have a good day! Your mom and I are planning a little something for the long weekend, so-''

Sandra had already tuned her father out and had her shoes on. Every step she made, she was acutely aware of the fabric of her hoodie touching her bare belly. The veneer of safety flickered every time it grazed her. She couldn't get out of the house fast enough. Without so much as a goodbye, she unlocked the door and left home.

Sandra's father looked a bit more dejected at being shut out. Before he could express his disappointment, however, Sandra's mother chuckled.

"You know, it's probably for the best that we got off this easily.''

"What do you mean, dear?''

"Think about it.'' Sandra's mother explained. "Temperamental. Wearing heavy clothes. Cleaning her sheets. Snippy. Lying about obvious stuff to get away from us. Isn't it obvious?''

Her father looked at her mother quizzically, but the cogs in his head, slow as they may have been, still turned nonetheless.

"... Ooooooh. Yeah, you're probably right about that. Teenage periods get rough, don't they?''

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