6 comments/ 21162 views/ 23 favorites Totus By: sexgundam666 Author's Note: Warning! This story contains the following: non-consensual transformation, futanari with a horse cock, centaur, multiple phalli on a single character, egg laying, impregnation, severe cum inflation and lactation. If any of these turn you off do not read on, however if they do, let me know how you liked it. Thank you and enjoy. ***** Victoria Roberts grunted as she dug through more horse dung. Her parents were busy accommodating her three cousins, who were here for spring break, on account of their own parents wanting a break from their, for lack of a better term, bullshit. Each one was a product of the city and poor decisions, with excessive make up to cover up even the slightest blemish, frilly, expensive clothes that had no practical use outside of seducing equally vain men. Victoria was certain none of them had done an honest day's work in their combined lives. She on the other hand, was out there cleaning out the stables. Sweat dripped from her brow, strands of her hair escaping the pony tail she often sported, the strays locks sticking to her skin. The horses occasionally snorted, almost like they were trying to make conversation, which she appreciated giving her favourite, Bojack, a pat on his thick neck. Victoria preferred animals to humans, who could turn traitor in a moment so long as it benefits them, animals were loyal, though only if you cared for them properly. As she went about her chore, she heard two loud barks approaching, her dogs no doubt looking for someone to play with them. Victoria looked around, noting she was pretty much finished. She gave Bojack another pat, before going out to play with her dogs. They were massive, one a Siberian Husky, christened Ash, and the other a Great Dane, named Austin. Both were taller than her when standing on their hind legs, something they seemed to take joy in as they often tried to use her to stand. Both were in the prime of their lives, each one playing frequently, but trained well enough that they helped out from time to time, at least when Victoria's family needed to keep stray foxes or other predators away. Ash, being a Husky, was very adapt at this, though he sometimes had to be held back, when around some of the other animals due to his own predatory instincts. Austin was giant, even by Great Dane standards. Standing normally he came close to Victoria's shoulder, but he was extremely friendly, if a bit over zealous at times. Ash dropped a ball to her feet, which she happily bent down to pick up. Victoria was used to things people would consider gross, like shovelling large clumps of faecal matter or picking up a ball covered in a dogs saliva. It was how she was raised after all, though on the bright side, she had one hell of a throwing arm. The soft ball went flying, Ash and Austin running after it with all their might, each one neck and neck. Austin was much larger than Ash, meaning his legs were longer and had more reach, but Ash was fast as hell, keeping up despite his shorter stature. Austin managed to get the ball this time, running back to Victoria with his prize. Ash followed, eager for a rematch. "Good boy, that's 2-all now." She said, giving both a playful pat. She'd made it into a bit of a game recently, to see which one reached the ball first, and the dogs seemed to know it too, both of them crouching in anticipation of her next throw. Victoria picked up the ball and reared back, taking a stance any pitcher would be proud of, and threw. As they rushed to the flying object, each one trying to predict where it would land and racing to the spot. Victoria laughed and wiped her hand clean on her dirty jeans, so stained that no amount of cleaning would make them fresh again, though they didn't smell bad to her fortune. "Hey Victoria! How's it going?" A, sadly, familiar voice called out from the house. Victoria looked to it, seeing her home. It was a large piece of property, even without the farmland, the house itself was two stories tall, with a nice porch, complete with a swing. The paint was chipping slightly from its old age, however her father was already setting up for the job, even managing to wrangle two of her cousins into the job, though only to bring out a few paint cans and brushes. Now that she thought about it, Victoria realised her house was eerily similar to the one from Hershel's Farm in the Walking Dead, one of the few shows she and her family regularly watched. It wasn't exactly cheap to maintain, but her grandparents had bought it for a good price. It wasn't that hard, considering that the closet thing to civilisation was miles away, not only that but the place was a mess back then. Victoria was glad they'd bought it though, having seen how a lot of city girls act, even if it got her insulted at school or by her cousins. It was bearable though, since she worked so hard, her body was slender and toned, distinctly athletic. Were it not for her daily chores, and general dislike for most people at her school, Victoria would have joined the track or baseball team. Her father was a huge baseball fan and it had rubbed off on her, as such she practised her pitch with her dogs on a regular basis. The cousin who had called out to her was Vivian. She was probably the least stuck up of the three, but that wasn't saying much. She scrunched her nose at the smell that permeated the air on the farm, but didn't comment, though Victoria could see the disgust in her eyes. It didn't offend her, farm life wasn't for everyone, even she still found it hard at times, but the rewards spoke for themselves at times. Vivian was a self-proclaimed animal lover, however she couldn't handle the responsibilities that came with pets, as such she used these visits as an excuse to fuss over Ash and Austin or hang around the horses. Victoria, ever the kind one, had even taught her to ride a little bit. "Hi, Vivian." She replied as her cousin got within earshot. Ash had won the ball this time, wagging his tail happily as Victoria rewarded him with affection. "Playing with the dogs again?" Vivian asked as she came up to them, reaching down to stroke Austin's broad back. Victoria had seen a lot of Great Danes that were fairly skinny, but not Austin, he was big in every sense of the word, though not so much with fat, more with well honed muscles. It made her glad he was such a docile creature, otherwise she doubted she, or her parents, could fend him off. "Yeah, Mum's doing dinner and Dad's started repainting the house, so I'm the only one who's left." She explained, once again picking up the ball to throw, grinning when she caught Vivian's grimace from the side of her vision. Sometimes it was tempting to wait for her cousins to turn their backs, then throw the saliva coated ball at them. Victoria knew she could get away with it, since her loving pets would give her to the perfect chance to escape. The two stood there for a while in silence, until the dogs came back, Austin having won this time, evening the score again. Victoria threw the ball and turned to Vivian. "So, uh, how's... things?" She asked, unsure what to say to her cousin. They didn't have much in common, besides a fondness for animals, though Victoria actually knew how to care for them, and their similar age. Vivian, alongside her sisters, Jess and Susan, were triplets, all eighteen and similar to the point it became hard to differentiate between the three. "It's okay... a bit pissed that I have to be out here of all places." She said, uncaring if what she said hurt Victoria in anyway. The farm girl's eye twitched a little, but she let the comment slide, having heard it more than enough in her short lifetime. "Heh, maybe it'll do you some good this time. Get you actually working for a change?" Victoria replied, knowing Vivian probably wouldn't work a day in her life, at least not doing hard labour. Speaking of hard labour, she still had some work left, "Do you mind playing with them for a bit, I've gotta finish up in the stables? Thanks." She said and ran off, leaving Vivian as the focus of the dogs, though not for long as she walked away without throwing the ball even once, leaving Ash and Austin distinctly unimpressed. They came to Victoria, who went about finishing up. They understood when she could play fairly well. They saw her working and just sat outside the stables, occasionally wagging their tails when she came over to fuss them a little, before returning to work. Eventually she heard her mother's voice calling out that dinner was finished. The table was packed, the cousins all sitting together and looking uncomfortable in the less than perfect , but had the good sense not to say anything, considering that they were miles from the nearest town, and even further from the train station. The only thing they were happy about was eating Victoria's mother's cooking, which had even won her a local award. It was literally the only they enjoyed when staying there. John, Victoria's father, made small talk with the cousins. It was awkward, as one might expect, with him asking general questions anyone would ask: how's school, how do you like it here etc. Victoria looked at each of them, but said nothing, knowing any conversation she tried to strike up would be just as, if not more, awkward as her father's attempt. Vivian sat by her aunt, while Jess ate beside her uncle, with Susan in the middle. They gave short answers, clearly having enough sense not to trust themselves not to disrespect their uncle. He was a well tempered man, but any insult to his livelihood was met with hostility. Victoria recalled a time when she had complained about living there, and her father had made her do half of his chores added onto her own for a month. Eventually, John asked a question that got them talking. Jane, Victoria's mother, almost grinned at his expression, when he realised he'd stepped into a minefield; once the cousins got into something, they went on and on. Victoria glanced at her parents who were clearly trying not to tell Jess, the one currently talking, though it changed frequently, to shut up or paint the house in the dark. It wasn't so much that she was talking, however she used language one did not repeat in Victoria's home. John only tolerated it because they were guests, but even that had its limit, which was coming fast. In an effort to avoid this, Jane stepped in. "How about dessert girls? She said, picking up their plates and balancing them on her arms, her early work as a waitress coming into play. Victoria's parents had begun working for their own money since they were very young, their own parents having shared the idea that kids should learn about the real world as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Jane's brother, the father to the cousins, had ignored these teachings, preferring to make a name for himself as the bad seed of the family. Unlike her parents had done, Victoria wasn't actually working a proper job for a pay cheque, instead earning her allowance in her home. This was mostly because, despite their beliefs, Victoria had been kept fairly sheltered. She went to school of course, her parents unable to home school her without spending large sums of money for a private tutor. However it wasn't ideal for her. While it wasn't like in the movies she sometimes watched, where a person was ostracised for being different, or ridiculed for liking things associated with the male gender, the classmates were still far from accepting of a quote unquote 'country bumpkin'. Victoria was often confused by this, since she spoke perfectly normal and wore fairly standard clothing. People only started calling her that after they found out she lived on a farm. It went to show how far stereotypes affected societies perceptions of people. Most days they would comment that she should be wearing a pair of slacks, or a cowboy hat. Victoria never bothered fighting back, at least most of the time, always remembering her parents words that the stupid will attempt to hide it, but that only makes seem stupider. It wasn't all that smart, or profound, but it got the point across well enough. On the times Victoria fought back, she did so in sports, often proving herself a better baseball player than most of the boys in her class. This led people to respect her somewhat, elevating her status from 'country bumpkin' to a 'tomboy'. It was better than nothing, Victoria had decided and took it in stride. During recess or lunch break, she took to playing with others in her school's poor excuse for a field, the grass was dead or dying and the dirt was poor, meaning even her father had little chance of doing anything, something of a death sentence considering his experience. She did what she could from time to time, staying after school to help the elderly grounds keeper, even giving him a tips on how to better care for the field. Of course he quickly forgot in his old age, but that didn't stop her. However, it was her senior year and the school showed no signs of real improvement in that department. Back in the dining room, Victoria sighed in disappointment. The evening passed by in joyous quiet. The cousins were too busy stuffing their faces to talk much, giving Victoria's parents and herself silence to enjoy themselves. There was baseball game on that night, which was starting in just a few minutes, as such Victoria and her father finished quickly to retire to the sitting room, where their most expensive, non farm related, equipment resided. John had sprung for a large forty two inch flat screen a couple of years ago, as a kind of sweet sixteen present for Victoria, though the whole family could enjoy it. She didn't mind, having no real interest in television shows outside of games, and the rare series. The sun had long since set. Autumn had begun to rear its head as summer came to an end, causing the leaves to turn brown and fall to the earth, though this did mean a ready supply of fertiliser. Victoria and her father sat on the old couch handed down from her deceased grandparents, settling in to watch their favourite sport. The cousins went to their shared room, no doubt to gossip or use the meagre internet connection to access Twitter or Facebook, while Jane washed up. Nothing out of the ordinary in many eyes. As the ninth inning began, Victoria heard the horses whinnying and neighing loudly. She was certain they would calm down eventually, but they persisted, even Ash and Austin were restless, sitting by the couch and whining occasionally. "What's got 'em so spoked?" John asked, preparing to sit up and head out, but Victoria stopped him. "Don't worry, Dad, I'll see what's up. You enjoy the game. Just make sure you tell me what happens, in detail." She added, deathly serious at the last part. "Sure thing, sweetie." He chuckled and laid back, shooting a grateful glance at his daughter as she pulled her coat and boots on. She grabbed the flash light they kept by the front door and left, her loyal dogs following after her. The horses were stomping their hooves now, clearly frightened even as she made her way to them, taking care not to trip on a stray rock or uneven earth. Victoria was very good to the horses, hence why most of her chores centred around them, while her father and mother dealt with the other animals on hand. They knew her, trusted her, as such she was able to calm them down fairly quickly. She came to Bojack, a prized stallion that could have possibly been a great race horse. Victoria rode him much more than any other, enjoying the incredible speed he could reach. Her slender figure made it easy for him to pick up the pace. Victoria, despite her toned body, was small even by average female standards, standing at five foot one. She was fairly skinny, her 'feminine charms' suffering from this, as her chest remained mostly flat, barely registering as an A cup. Her rear was equally small, however it was very nicely shaped and showed well when she wore tight pants. She also prided herself on her shoulder length blue-dyed hair, a decision she'd made during her early teens, which was maintained with all care she gave her chores. Even her parents agreed it looked nice on her. When she had managed to calm him down, she went about brushing his mane. It always seemed to sooth him when he got agitated, however, as she bent to pick up the brush, she caught a bright flash of light from the corner of her eye. Victoria stood upright in an instant, her eyes immediately seeing a streak of light flying across the sky, heading in a diagonal direction straight to the earth. As the light sunk behind the trees, she covered her ears, expecting to hear the sound of the earth shattering, but none came. The ground didn't even shake. When she was certain the sound wasn't going to come, Victoria stood. The other horses were all acting up again, with the exception of Bojack. He whinnied nervously, but remained mostly calm in the face of his kind rider. Victoria pushed away her curiosity for the moment to calm the other equines, before setting her straddle up on Bojack, who snorted as if in agreement. To her it seemed he was as curious as she was. She brought him out and mounted him, her moves those of an expert, as she made sure everything was secured from her new vantage point. Ash and Austin came up beside the horse, looking up at their youngest owner. "Don't worry, boys. I'll be back soon." She said and got Bojack moving, his trotting soon turning into a slow run. As they entered the dense forest on the outskirts of her farm, Victoria heard the sound of panting behind her and looked back, seeing her dogs keeping up. She grinned at them, partially thankful that they were coming; the animals in the woods would no doubt be as distressed, if not more so, than the horses had been. Ash growled every now and then, warning away small animals or other predators in the area as they made their way to a break in the trees. Bojack stopped suddenly, Ash and Austin doing likewise, as Victoria stared in shock at a massive crater, easily the size of her family's entire farm. The trees were cut off perfectly, almost as if a knife had cut through the terrain itself. "How did this not make any noise?" She questioned aloud, Austin gave a low bark as if in reply. She grinned at him, once again glad that the two canines had come. Victoria urged Bojack to start circling the crater, the horse taking great care not to slip. As they circled, Victoria almost thought she saw an object in the centre, but couldn't be sure. There was no moon and her flash light wasn't strong enough to reach that far, however it didn't need to, as something rose from the object. Victoria squinted to try and make it out, only for Bojack to suddenly rear back, sending her falling from his back. She was about to stand and try to clam him down, when she heard Ash barking and growling. She looked to him and saw a snake-like... thing extending towards him, similarly, Austin was watching another snake thing with caution, growling low in his throat. Bojack neighed and nickered, again rearing back onto his hind legs. Victoria saw another of the things extending towards her horse. "What the fuck?" She said aloud, the cuss word slipping from her lips. It was extremely rare that she even said crap, her usage of one of the most offensive words in the english language only highlighting the strange, horrifying situation she was in. She walked slowly to her horse, trying to clam him, but he repeated his earlier actions, forcing her away. It was then that the thing struck, wrapping around him repeatedly, further proving Victoria's comparison to a snake. She heard a loud whine and several loud barks, and looked to see her dogs in similar state. Victoria was raised to be a good Samaritan. Strangers, animals or people she knew, she would try her hardest to held them, and, even in such a predicament, she let her good nature kick in. She rushed over to her dogs, hearing them whine in pain, but, before she could reach them, she saw the snakes begin devouring them. Victoria wasn't sure if she screamed in horror, or simply stared wide eyed, but it didn't matter. Her body reacted while her mind tried to handle the loss, and rushed to help Bojack, only to see him meeting the same fate. Despite this, she tried to help him, pulling on the snake or her horse's hind legs, but nothing worked. Totus As if to add to her horror, another snake rose up not two feet from her. Victoria saw it immediately, her fear instantly forcing her to flee. She ran as fast as she could, hoping her father would be able to help, after all, he always had the answers, and even if he didn't, he was there. He was family, he was her comfort. The thought kept her going, even though the sudden run had her side flaring in pain, and the image of her pets... her friends being devoured alive forcing itself into her mind, almost had her puking up her dinner. She caught sight of a light in the distance, and pushed herself even faster... then she was stopped suddenly. Victoria looked behind her as she struggled. She saw a single snake reaching through the trees to her, its slimy body wrapped around her waist, the fluid it secreted already soaking through her shirt to her skin. Before she could scream, the snake pulled her away. The trees flew by even faster than when she ran, the speed that she was being pulled so great that, even if she could, she dared not grab onto anything, for fear it would harm her. Instead, she tried to punch the snake, but her fists might as well have belonged to a child for how effective they were. She soon exited the woods into the crater, where she saw the object. It was glowing now, illuminating the area around it. She saw now the 'snakes' were rising from a large rock of sorts, holes seeming to open up as more exited, and she was being dragged towards it. Victoria looked around her, for any sign of help or a weapon, but only saw three massive bulging tentacles. She couldn't hold back the sobs as she saw each of them squirm briefly, before her animals ceased all movement, whether they suffocated or were crushed, she had no idea. She hoped they'd at least passed painlessly. Victoria turned her sight back to the meteor, in time to see three tentacles fly at her. Before she could react, one had rammed itself into her mouth. Victoria screamed in surprise, the sound muffled to the point that it barely registered with her own ears, as the girth of the tentacle seemed to increase, forcing her jaw to open uncomfortably far. She was about to reach up and try to remove it, her mind so preoccupied with the sheer invasion that she had yet to taste it, but was stopped. The tentacle around her waist shifted itself, entrapping her arms within its multiple coils, the slime causing her skin to crawl in disgust. The other two merely hovered at her lower body, as if unsure how to proceed. That was answered when another pair appeared and tore away her pants in a single move. Victoria wasn't sure how to take what was happening. A part of her insisted that it was all a dream, that she had eaten one too many sugar treats before bed, but another, the defiantly fear stricken side, cried that she was in real danger. Given the two options presented by her mind, Victoria decided it was a dream, even as she felt a slimy, fleshy tentacle running over her virgin labia. It was all a dream... she thought again. Another tentacle licked at her rosebud, the cool feeling of its slime sending a chill of both strange desire and disgust up her spine. It had to be a dream... she said in her own. Both tendrils left her skin, only to ram against her. It wasn't a dream. The pain was like a supernova exploding within her mind, her body seized and she couldn't even think about anything besides what just happened. The agony was real, her mind knew it. Not even the most vivid dreams were like this, even if they were, Victoria would have woken up by now. The tentacles had taken her vaginal and anal virginity in one go, her hymen torn in a single thrust, while the ring of muscles protecting her anus were forced apart. Victoria tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips, stretched around the first tentacle, its girth easily greater than her wrist or even her forearm. They had all ceased moving at least, but that seemed to be out of curiosity. Once the pain had faded to the point where Victoria relaxed, they moved again. The two at her lower orifices speared forth, sinking inch upon inch of ever thickening flesh into her formerly pure holes. Her body once more seized up in pain, but the tentacles new better now, and simply continued, until the once in her vagina mashed against her cervix. It didn't stop, no, it only pushed harder, seeking to bury more of its demented flesh inside her. Victoria couldn't think anymore, she simply hung their, her arms hanging by her sides as three tentacles stole everything she was brought up to hold sacred. Her mind had instinctively cut off all sensations, hoping to spare her the pain she no doubt would have felt. Even her instincts were overwhelmed however. The squirming flesh in her vagina pulled away almost an entire foot, only to ram back in, charging pass the only protection to her womb. Victoria threw back her head in an attempt to scream for help, but it turned into a loud gag as the tentacle gagging her went further, trying to enter her tight throat. In a final bid to escape, Victoria began to thrash about wildly, hoping to break the grip on her, or at least free her mouth long enough to scream for help. As she did so, her eyes caught sight of the first three tentacles she had seen, each one retracting to the meteor. She only realised at that moment that she was being carried, slowly, closer towards it. Victoria struggled harder. She tried to bite the appendage in her mouth, but could do nothing, her jaw having come unhinged from the tentacle's sheer size. It didn't come to her mind that she had felt no pain from it. She reached out with her fingers, hoping to sink her nails into one, but none were in reach. Her legs kicked, but the slimy limbs stayed away. As she grew exhausted, Victoria, exhausted, glared at the meteor, as it came closer and closer, all while blocking out the feeling of the tentacles inside of her. It was the best she could do at that time, her every instinct straining to protect her from the torment, but it was a futile effort. She was human and tired easily, but the... thing, did not it seemed. As she came within a foot of the meteor, Victoria felt something new. It wasn't the same feeling as before, one of penetration or utter humiliation, but rather... one that she actually enjoyed. Her vagina had begun to radiate kind of warmth, one that made her screams mostly cease, turning to muffled sounds of confusion as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening. A taste suddenly registered, one that shamed even the most extravagant, and delicious meal her mother had ever cooked. And, despite her hope, Victoria knew it came from the tentacle currently trying its best to sink into her throat. Even in her rear, she could feel actual pleasure emanating from the tentacle still stuffing itself into her. The strange, new sensations distracted her from the meteor, her attention returning when she was suddenly turned around so her back pressed against it. The rock was warm, almost hot, where her skin touched it. She tried to recoil, but the tentacle holding her was tight as ever. Victoria continued to struggle, but her attempts at freedom were quickly becoming half-hearted, to the point where she was barely kicking out. The slime was affecting her as well now. Wherever it touched her bare skin, Victoria felt that part of her feel... good. There was no other way her overwhelmed mind could think to describe it, her arms, already soaked in the stuff, felt like her vagina on the extremely rare times that she actually touched herself, but even that was starting to pale in comparison. Every slight movement of the tentacle in her... her pussy, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Victoria had never even thought to use the term for her genitals, but now, with her body on the verge of what felt to be an orgasm, her mind threw all of her parents' teaching aside. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted to cum, she wanted her pussy to be used until she was screaming in bliss. The thoughts came in waves, each one greater than the last. Her ass was just as good. The tentacles, all three of them, were at least twice as thick as her biceps. Victoria was good with estimates, and she was certain each appendage was easily twenty inches around, whereas their lengths seemed limitless. As she began to lose herself to the incredible sensations coursing through her veins, Victoria almost missed it as her body began to sink into the meteor, the strange rock seeming to turn into a thick liquid as her arms were taken inside, the tentacle releasing her now. She didn't notice, nor would she have cared, her pussy was actually dripping now, her moans mixing with gags as the tendril in her mouth made its way down her gullet into her body proper. As her legs were taken inside up to the knees, Victoria experienced her first of many orgasms. It was unlike anything she had felt before. Those rare masturbation sessions were nothing in comparison as her body shook violently, her pussy clenching around the invader lustfully, while she attempted to scream her joy to the world, only for the sound to turn into gargled moans and gags. Each tentacle was well over a foot inside her now, the one in her pussy coiling around inside her womb, while the invader inside her ass had begun to curve its way through her insides. Her throat bulged as it too was taken by this alien. Victoria couldn't even think of what had transpired before, as her body was quickly pushed to another orgasm directly after the first faded. Her body was almost entirely inside the rock now. Her chest and head were all that remained in the outside world, but she didn't care, the feeling of more and more tentacle meat ramming into her formerly virgin holes eviscerating any concerns she may have had. As her third or fourth, Victoria had no idea anymore, her head was engulfed. The sudden change to her surroundings was finally enough to renew her fear of what was happening, she looked around, seeing walls of a fleshy pink colour, offset by the orange tinged fluid all around her. She tried to raise her arm, but it felt like trying to move through tar. Every motion was slowed, with the exception of the tentacles. They seemed to move through it like a hot knife through butter, as dozens began to swarm her. Victoria tried to scream again, but couldn't as she suddenly felt the tentacles inside her thicken incredibly, each one doubling or even tripling. Something in the slime they were coated in, or the fluid that now surrounded her, must have altered her body, otherwise she was certain her pussy, anus and jaw would have been torn apart, but instead they stretched effortlessly, only causing a mild discomfort that soon faded. Two new tentacles ventured near her face, Victoria staring that them in bug eyed fear, assuming they would try to enter her mouth alongside the impossible one already there. Instead they moved lower. Before Victoria could imagine what they were doing, she felt her shirt being torn off. She tried to cover herself, but the tar like fluid made that impossible before the new tentacles reached their goal. They were different, in that they opened at the tips, almost like a flowers petals, but inside, instead of a beautiful flower, were hair thin versions of the limbs already inside her. Victoria felt them on her skin as they neared her, before the tentacles that housed them suddenly lurched forward, latching onto her breasts. Pleasure returned immediately, almost like a freight train derailing, her next orgasm crashing into her. Victoria went limp in the fluid, suspended by the tentacles in and on her body. She couldn't even find the will to move anymore. The pleasure was overwhelming, every little movement by the tentacles sent her hurtling into a full blown climax, even though they should have torn her apart long ago. As she basked in the forced ecstasy, Victoria felt the tentacles heating up, the temperature change rushing along their lengths like water through a hose, even the ones that were simply hanging around her had thickened. In some corner of her mind that still functioned, Victoria knew what was coming, but could do nothing except cum yet again. She felt the first flood gush inside her womb, the shape of the enormous tentacle vanishing as her belly rounded out to hide it. In that first release, she already looked heavy with child. Of course that was far from the end. The next spurt came down her throat, the tentacle suddenly rushing forward to enter her oesophagus where it released its own load, flooding her stomach instantly,but none escaped up her throat or through her intestines, as the appendage in her ass rapidly made its way to the organ from the wrong end. It also released its own spurt into her. Victoria's eyes shut at the onslaught of bliss, every litre... no, every gallon that was pumped into her was like a series of orgasms in a single moment. The tentacles around her all released as well, turning the orange fluid a off white colour. Each one seemed to release several gallons for every spurt. Victoria half expected that they only did it once, but that idea was soon eliminated as they all sprayed in and onto her, inflating her body until she looked like an oversized party balloon with a human attached. Even so, she never once felt the walls around her. More and more was pumped into her, Victoria's orgasms never ended, one merely faded into a constant bliss, before ascending to an even greater plain of ecstasy. As they seemed to reach the end of their long, oceanic climax, Victoria finally passed out. On the outside, the three bulging tentacles were once again flat and returning to the meteor. There was no way to determine how long she was in there. Victoria woke from time to time, however she only did so in response to the tentacles, as they once more pumped her to the point where she should have burst open, and then beyond. She fell asleep as they finished however, though not before she caught sight of her stomach, now several times bigger than her father. Eventually, Victoria awoke completely, no longer inside the meteor. The sun was blazing at its apex in the sky. The wind swept through the trees, the sound being one of the first things Victoria registered as she opened her eyes. Where was she? That was the first question that came to mind, one that she couldn't answer, no matter how hard she tried. Victoria looked around, seeing walls of earth around her, almost like a natural dam of sorts, before raising her gaze to see a line of trees all around her, swaying gently with the breeze. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of the forest, something that calmed her as she recognised it. Still uncertain where she was exactly, Victoria stood, or rather, tried to. When she attempted to rise to her feet, she fell. Had she been unconscious so long her legs were weak? She questioned herself, and looked back, having fallen on her front. What she saw should have shocked her, no, it should have made her scream in horror. Yet, Victoria only stared with terrified, but curious, eyes. She turned her gaze to her upper body, seeing that her torso was indeed still human, before looking to her legs, or rather, the new horse half of her body. The fur, or rather, her fur was a deep blue in colour, matching her dyed hair, though it looked strangely natural on her. She tried once more to stand, taking great care with her weight. She had no trouble controlling her actions. It was like she had been born with this body, only her legs weren't so developed, as her stance was shaky at best. Victoria had seen many foals in their early days try to walk, how hard it had been for them, and knew to take it slow. It never came to mind that she was completely calm about this, treating almost as if she were helping a young animal to walk for the first time, the only difference was that she was the animal this time. Her equine half was fully formed, as such her muscles were already there, they just needed to get used to standing and walking. In under half an hour, Victoria took her first steps. Now that she was able to stand, for the most part, she took stock of her body. While she had no idea what had happened while she was asleep, Victoria was certain more than just her legs had changed, something that was quickly proven when she looked down at her chest. She'd had no need for bras since puberty started, however now... she wasn't even certain a bra could fit her. Her breasts had exploded on her chest, each one perfectly shaped as they hung to her navel, looking perfectly natural despite their obscene size. She reached up with a hand, something she was glad hadn't changed, her palms and fingers were still calloused, though when she touched her breast her hand felt as soft as marshmallows. Aside from that, she nearly fell down again as pleasure shot through her like lightning. Victoria pulled her hand away immediately. Her breast quivered like jelly from the brief touch, but soon stopped. It was firm to the eye, but incredibly soft to the touch. Experimenting, Victoria took another step forward, keeping her eyes on her chest, and saw them bounce lightly with slight movement. To her surprise, Victoria was sort of disappointed by this, having a slight affection for how fake breast implants looked. As if in response to her thought, her breasts shifted slightly, sitting slightly higher on her chest, looking slightly rounded now as if they were indeed implants, yet still retaining enough sag to appear natural. Like with her new equine half, Victoria didn't show any real surprise at this. It was like she knew all about these changes, but had forgotten. She touched her breast again, moaning at the sensation, but also noting how soft it was to her hand, even as she took another step, seeing them quiver ever so slightly. She looked to her nipples, each one erect as possible and easily jutting a full two inches from her engorged areolae, now the size of a silver dollar. When she moved on from her breasts, though she did note how good the breeze felt on her hard nipples, she looked past them, seeing something that had no business on her feminine form, even if she felt her desire burn at the sight. Where her human skin met her fur, Victoria saw a flaccid cock, easily a foot in length despite its state. As before, it didn't shock her as it should, however the changes were mounting. Even if she was somehow already accustomed to the transformation her body had gone through, Victoria could only take so much, however the question that came to her mind was as to why the penis wasn't located where it would on a horse. As in answer, the wind blew hard, and she felt it against her equine stomach, however it also met something else, sending a small shudder though her. Twisting her upper body as best she could, Victoria managed to briefly glance what she knew was a sheath, used for protecting a stallion's phallus, and it was massive. They were often bigger a human male's erection, but her's was twice that, if not more. Beyond that, she caught sight of something she had partially hoped wouldn't be there. Hanging low on her horse half, were a pair of balls, each one bigger than her head. The sac was taut around them, free of hair and wrinkles, almost as if it were somehow feminine. That wasn't all, as she looked and moved slightly, she spotted another sac behind the first, just as big, but slightly misshapen. It looked like the orbs were bulging all over their vast expanse, however Victoria wasn't sure from her view point. She couldn't even begin to guess how much sperm each pair housed. Victoria wasn't sure if the thought of how big her cocks were when erect, had her mouth watering or her mind reeling in terror. As she tried not to ponder this, she felt a strange muscle moving, almost of its own volition. Victoria felt it from behind her, and looked around, shock finally showing on her face as she saw a tail, snake-like in appearance, but capped by what was unmistakably the head of a penis. It was covered in scales, with an oily sheen to it and, as Victoria looked at it transfixed, she saw a drop of moisture fall to the earth. Snake scales are watertight, meant to keep the moisture in, but this was clearly different. She didn't know what to say, let alone think at that time. Totus "I need to go home." She told herself aloud, thinking her parents would know what to do, especially her mother. Her beautiful, smart, gorgeous, caring, hot mother. Victoria gasped in horror at her own thoughts and tried to remove them, instead focusing on how to explain her new appearance. As she began to panic over this, she felt a strange tightening all over her body, particularly on her lower half. Curious, she looked down at herself, seeing as her legs turned completely human, while her flank began to recede into her body, almost like those light sabre toys. When it was finished, Victoria, at a distance, looked no different than before. To her dismay however, she retained three parts of her new body. Her first cock, definitely human in appearance, hung just above the second. Her horse cock retained its sheath, which helped confirm her fears as to how long it was since it hung just as low at her first did, swaying between her knees. Her balls were there also, all four of them greatly shrunken and resembling egg shaped soft balls, rather than the melons she had sported before. Behind her, the cock tail swayed about, though much smaller as well, only looking to be a foot and a half in length, rather than the three or four feet it was before. It was also incredibly thin, no bigger than a cat's tail, and easily hidden around her slim waist. Looking around, Victoria found what remained of her clothes. Her shirt was torn straight down the middle, and her jeans and panties were in shreds, though even if they were whole she knew they couldn't hope to cover her new... equipment. Taking a deep breath, Victoria walked over to one of the earth walls and scanned it, hoping to see footholds or something to grab onto, but saw nothing. She sighed in frustration, walking around to see if there was any sign of nature helping, but found none. In an act of desperation, Victoria ran at a wall and leapt, instantly screaming terror as she sailed through the air, far above the earth. As she fell, her instincts acted for her, grabbing onto a thick branch to stop her fall. Taking deep breaths, even as she spied a birds nest in a nearby tree, she began to climb down. Victoria couldn't even begin to imagine what her body was capable of now, given that the jump had felt like any other. When she felt her feet touch earth, she looked around, finding a loose rock and lifting it up. It was easily as big as her testicles were, but it felt like nothing in her hand, even as she squeezed gently around it, first engraving the shape of her fingers into it, before crushing the stone. Victoria didn't think any more on this, determined to talk to her parents and went on her way. She had taken only a few steps, before remembering she didn't know where she was. Rather than panic, Victoria found a clearing in the forest, before jumping into the air, easily clearing the trees to see her home in the distance. At least some good came of this, she thought as she landed, her feet making as much sound as if she was walking on pillows. Knowing the direction, she began her trek back home. After a while, Victoria became more and more anxious to return, still having no idea how to explain her new phalli. Of course, the farm soon came into view before she knew how to start. Her parents and cousins were nowhere to be seen. The stables were the first things she came across as she entered the property, all of the horses were resting inside, eating hay or snorting in some kind of communication with one another, then they noticed Victoria. It was like when she had gone out to calm them, they began to whinny and stamp their hooves on the ground, many even turning away from her as if horrified by what they saw. Knowing her father would no doubt be out soon to inspect on them, Victoria slipped back into the forest, moving around to try and get a clear path to the house. If she was lucky she could sneak in and get dressed before anyone saw her. As she had expected, her father came into view, heading to the stables. Victoria chose this moment to make her move, sprinting to her home, covering the distance in barely a second, before opening the door quietly. She tip toed through the house, uncertain where her mother was and made her way up the stairs, heading for her room. Even if she was able to hide her new endowments, she was certain her parents would be angry with her for staying out all night, though doing what, she couldn't remember. Fortunately, she entered her room and shut the door without incident. To her confusion, her room was incredibly dusty. As if no one had lived in, or cleaned it in days or even weeks. She opened her wardrobe, finding her clothes in a similar state. Victoria shook the dust from them as she pulled on a shirt, while grabbing a pair of oversized pants, using a belt to keep them on. Fortunately, the shape of her cocks was nearly impossible to see, though just barely. With her abnormal body covered, she sat on her bed, sneezing as dust rose into the air. Victoria rested her head in her hands and tried to think. Hours passed and she came up with nothing. To her surprise, her father and mother didn't seem too concerned that she hadn't come back last night, if anything, they were very quiet. Her parents were usually pretty verbal people, making jokes in passing or humming to themselves as they worked, but at that time, they were silent, deathly so. If not for the occasional sound of her father's heavy footsteps, or her mother piling the plates up, Victoria would have assumed she had walked into an empty house. When the sun was setting, she decided it was best to see how things went, rather than fret about it. She took a deep breath and opened her door. The walk down the stairs, as she had done hundreds or thousands of times in the past, felt like she was on death row, heading to the electric chair. Victoria pushed aside such thoughts, her heart already pounding from the shouting she would no doubt be subjected to. When she came to the ground floor, she noticed the light and sound of the tv, shadows occasionally obscuring it. With careful steps, she walked over to it and waited in the doorway, seeing her parents sitting on the couch. They were huddled together, but saying nothing. After a while, John noticed something from the corner of his eye. He looked over and nearly yelled in shock, as he saw his daughter standing in the doorway. She was silent as he stared at her, though eyes were looking down guiltily. Jane soon noticed the direction her husband was staring, and turned her own gaze there. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, as she took in the sight of Victoria standing just a few short feet away. "Hi, Mum... hi, Dad." She said, breaking the silence. The two were on their feet instantly, rushing over to her. Jane took her only child in her arms, holding her tight as sobs escaped her, tears streaming down her cheeks. John cried silently, holding the pair of them in his strong arms. Victoria looked between them, confused as to why they were crying. She knew they would have been worried, but it was only one night, she had expected rage instead of happy sorrow, "What's wrong?" She asked, speaking completely normally despite her mother's death grip around her chest. The two didn't say anything and quietly wept until they were finished. They moved to the kitchen, where Jane made three cups of coffee, setting them out before taking her own seat. John and Jane looked at their daughter, who kept her gaze down, glancing up at their red, puffy eyes in confusion. "Where have you been?" John finally asked, his voice cracking slightly. Victoria heard the relief and sorrow in his voice. "I... I was in the woods, I think." She said, uncertain herself. She had woken in a massive, round ditch after all, but it was definitely in the woods. "For six weeks?" Jane asked, clearly caught between shock and disbelief. "Six weeks? N-no, I went out to calm the horses and then... then I went into the woods. It happened last night, right?" She questioned, shaking now as she tried to remember anything. Was she kidnapped, drugged to forget wherever she had been taken too? "Yes, you did... six weeks ago." John answered, his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out if his daughter was lying or not. All manner of horrible situations went through his mind, wondering if she had been drugged, or worse, if she had been taking drugs, "You don't remember anything?" He asked, trying to hold back his suspicions. "No, I swear I don't. Oh, fuck..." She said, slipping up as the word passed her lips. "Hey, we don't cuss in this house, young lady." Jane reprimanded her on impulse, as she had done many times before when Victoria got into the habit of repeating words she heard on the tv or at school, though she had stopped quickly enough. Victoria grinned slightly despite herself, thankful for the familiar words. "Did you see anyone? Did something attack you?" John asked, rage already showing on his face at the thought of something laying a hand on his daughter. "I didn't see anything, I promise." She said, visibly shaking now as she tried to recall anything beyond that night. "What about Ash and Austin? Didn't they go out with you?" Jane asked. "Ash and Austin?" Victoria asked, looking at them blankly, before lowering her head to the table. Who were Ash and Austin? She never had brothers, and she didn't remember any of the horses going by that name. Were they students at her school? No, she didn't have any friends that might have been around. Jane and John looked at each other in worry. "What about Bojack? He wasn't in his pen when we went looking." John asked her, taking care that his tone remained one of concern, rather than panic. If his daughter was suffering such severe memory loss, then she must have been drugged, or hit her head incredibly hard. "I don't know who that is." Victoria answered, struggling to breathe normally. Her body felt hot, almost like her blood were rising in anger, but she only felt confused and distressed. "He was your favourite horse... you rode him almost all the time." John explained. Bojack, Victoria thought, trying to remember a horse with that name, but coming up with nothing. Her mind went into overdrive, trying to recall these things her parents seemed to think were a part of her life. She ran over the last day she remembered, she was cleaning out the stables, dealing with her cousins. After dinner, she sat down to watch a baseball game with her dad, and then she went out to calm the horses, which were riled up by... something. After that, she went into the woods for some reason. Then, nothing, it all went black. Her parents were clearly concerned for their child. She was barely moving from her current position, breathing fast and heavy, each exhale shuddering as if she were cold. They could hear her muttering to herself, repeating Bojack's name over and over again, before trying to connect it to something, but always coming up short. "Who's Ash and Austin?" She asked without raising her head. "They're our dogs. Ash is a Siberian Husky and Austin was a black Great Dane." John explained, getting only a slight nod in reply. Victoria conjured the images needed, a Husky, a Great Dane, each one coming off as vaguely familiar. "Don't worry about it right now, sweetheart. Get a good night's sleep, and we can again in the morning." Jane said, moving over to her daughter and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Victoria raised her head, tears in her eyes and a pained expression on her face, as if it hurt to think about what might have happened. She nodded in thanks and stood, heading back up to her room. Jane watched her go, noting that Victoria's butt looked larger than she remembered, but she pushed it aside for now. "What on Earth happened to her?" John asked, visibly shaking. Jane was only just holding herself together as well, but even so she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, as she had with Victoria. John looked up at her. "At least she's back. We can worry about the specifics later." She said and went up stairs to see if Victoria needed anything. Back in her room, Victoria had stripped down. Her body still felt hot, though also tight somehow, as if she were being constricted. Was it because she wasn't as she was before? Acting on an impulse, she let her control slip, feeling her lower body elongating, her equine shaft moving with it as her horse half came back. She hadn't realised at first, but she was a good deal taller in this form, easily six feet by her estimate, a full five inches more than her human state. Victoria sighed happily in relief, the feeling of releasing this form akin to stretching after a long sleep. Her breasts were back of course, bringing a small grin to her face. She had envied other girls her age for their large bosoms, but now... now even the rich girls who got implants would be envious of Victoria, and her breasts were natural. Weren't they? Her brow furrowed at the thought, trying to recall how this had all happened. She knew she'd gone through a transformation of sorts, but couldn't recall any specifics. Victoria was about to repeat what had happened downstairs, when a knocking on her door drew her attention. "Yes?" She called out, hoping to send whoever it was away. Were her cousins still here? No, they were meant to stay for a couple of weeks at most, meaning it was either or both of her parents. "Hey, Vicky, can I come in?" Jane asked from behind the door, not waiting for an answer, she opened it. Victoria was about to leap forward to stop her, but couldn't move. A strange scent was in the air, permeating the room. For the first time since waking up, Victoria felt her cocks shift, her front shaft hardening ever so slightly. Her body was still hot, her breath coming in shallow pants, the intoxicating smell coursing through her mind now. It was like she was a stallion, smelling a mare in heat. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Victoria was the stallion, and her mother was the mare. She tried to turn back to her human state, but couldn't, her every instinct screaming at her to mate, to have her own mother bare her young. Her cocks were growing erect now, her front shaft rising in time with the slow opening of the door, almost as if she were in a horror film, waiting for the slasher to get her. Her eyes fell to her cock, now half hard and easily big enough to be seen past her massive breasts, each mound obscuring nearly a foot of the floor. Even if she tried to cover herself with her hands now, it would do no good. Jane peaked from the side of the door. She was certain Victoria would still be awake and on her bed, no doubt trying to remember what had happened, her mind in a fragile state. Maternal instincts were impossible to resist, seeing one's own flesh and blood in such turmoil, in need of comfort, and Jane would do anything to provide said comfort. As she took in the sight of her daughter's face, which seemed much higher up than before, only to look down, seeing first the mountainous breasts, then the now two foot erection protruding obscenely from her crotch, where her skin blended into fur. It was too much for the simply woman to take. Victoria's body finally moved as she willed it, rushing to her mother. The older woman's legs had failed her, as had her mind, but Victoria was easily able to catch her before she hit the floor. Her mother was small enough that Victoria had to bend her legs slightly, bringing another problem to her attention, as she felt her carpet against a large expanse of sensitive skin, which only seemed to be growing. She stood properly, Jane in her arms, resting against her child's supple bosom, and saw it. Her horse cock had also grown erect, but it's size far exceeded her frontal shaft. She stared in part horror, part lust as her second dick grew past her first. Both were fully visible looking down. The first, human shaped phallus was at least two feet, though only, in comparison, sixteen inches around, however her equine half put it too shame. Taking her horse body into account, Victoria almost found it impossible to believe she sported such an erection, as her mind told her it had to be at least eight to ten feet long, over a foot of it visible beyond her human shaft. Not only that but the girth was enough to put steroid maniacs' biceps to shame, looking to easily be three feet around, while the head flared into four feet of girth. There was no conceivable way for her to mate with even a horse, let alone a human. Then there was her tail. She had tried to pay it little mind, but now, knowing her raging desire and the fact that her other cocks were already leaking thick pre-cum by the litre, she brought around to study it. The fact that it was able to come to her face from her rear, with a good deal of length to spare, she knew it had to be at least as long as her horse dick, though a bit thinner, looking to only be a foot and a half around. Moving away, she returned her attention to her unconscious mother, truly taking in the beauty of the one who had birthed her, eighteen years ago. Of course, the longer she looked the more her desire rose. Jane was often referred to as 'Plain Jane'. Her parents were religious of course, and discouraged her use of make up, though weren't strict enough to forbid some of the products, however they kept her use to lipstick and concealer. She didn't wear eyeliner, nor fake lashes. Her clothes were very concealing, making sure her breasts were always covered, and never wore tight pants or skirts above knee length. In her early years it was daring in her mind to go out with an average t-shirt, lipstick and a knee length skirt on, though she did mellow out in later years, donning fairly tight tank tops since marrying John, and even putting on hot pants during some of the scorching summers. To Victoria, it seemed like such a waste now. Her mother was fit from frequent house work and the occasional workout sessions in her downtime. She was still a plump woman at thirty-nine years of age, though her arms and legs reaped the benefit of her active life, each of her limbs toned and thick, deliciously so. Her stomach was slightly pudgy, but that was overshadowed by the part of her that reaped all of the benefits of her fat; her breasts. As Victoria strode over to her bed, she couldn't tear her eyes away from them, each mound bouncing enticingly with every step. Victoria had accidentally picked up one of her mother's bras a few years ago, and saw that she was a 36DD. And they were perfect, even if she had never seen them in the nude. Based on the occasional trip to the beach, where her mother wore a swimsuit, Victoria knew the skin was clear and smooth. On a single occasion, Victoria had seen Jane's nipples, each one almost obscenely large given her human proportions. They had jutted a full inch from her mounds, and easily three inches around. Her areola had been engorged at the time, though Victoria had not seen anything else like that since then, however she found herself eager to engrave their size into her memory. She laid her mother down now and, acting almost entirely on her all consuming desire, Victoria began to slowly remove Jane's clothes. As one would expect, she began with the plain, white shirt. Pulling it up and over, she kept her eyes on her mother's chest. The bra encased breasts came into view, the soft flesh quivering like jelly from the movement, the silver dollar sized areola peaking just over the top of the offending cloth. Victoria threw the shirt aside, eagerly reaching back to unhook the bra, almost tearing it in her need, but holding back. As she had hoped, the mounds were perfect, the nipples standing at their peaks with the light pink areola surrounding it, of course they would look better when they were erect, something Victoria was more than ready to make happen. Holding off on taking away the sweatpants, she instead reached out to grope the tempting mounds.