Pavel woke up in a heap on the floor. His head was pounding and he felt a little sick and bleary. He mumbled and tried to shift himself into a more comfortable position. The cold and hard of the cement under the basement carpet made it difficult to find one. Pavel shifted again and felt his massive horse cock rub against his six tits and....
Pavel's eyes snapped open.
Last night happened. Pavel stretched out his arms, and saw that they were actually long, shapely female legs encased in a shiny black skin and tipped with equine hooves. Looking back over his shoulder he saw the beautiful form of Merc, now a shiney black woman with massive tits growing out of his ass. Pavel moaned and felt both of their cocks, the one below his torso and the one in his mouth threaten to swell.
Remembering that a tongue erection was an effective gag, Pavel decided to act with some haste. "M-m-m-m-m-Boss. Boss! Wake up!"
Above him, Merc adjusted himself rubbing his face and tits with his arms. "Bitch?"
"Boss, last night happened!"
Merc bolted awake "Fuck! You mean?"
"Yeah, you fucked me in the ass (which was actually pretty great) and now we're apparently conjoined pony girls with huge dicks. Oh, and apparently I can only call you Boss. I'm also pretty sure Greg and Cara drugged us last night based on how much my head hurts and the fact that we, you know, actually fucked."
"Boss, it's okay. I, I feel strangely good about this. Maybe it's an after effect of the drugs or the transformation serum, but... I'm happy I'm your bitch. I love you man."
"I love you too, Bitch."
"Uh, Bitch, I wonder what happened to our wives..."
Pavel moaned at that thought: their wives radically changed, maybe one of them sporting a nice cock to fuck them with. His tongue-cock swelled, filing is mouth with flesh and forcing his jaw open. He could only grunt his assent.
"Well, since I can't seem to move any of our legs, it would appear that you are my...mount, I guess. Do you think you can get us standing? I want to find Betsy. Okay, Bitch, on three. Three!"
Pavel rolled and worked to get their legs under them while Merc used his arms to steady and leverage his awkward toros to a standing position. Pavel felt his breasts hang heavily and their tail twitch. With a carpet muffled clop, they set off to find their wives.
Merc had to admit the entire situation was deeply surreal. As they climbed the stairs he could feel the sway of their four sexy feminine legs, legs he had no control over. He could see their shiney, black skin, bright red mohawks, and the shapely back of Pavel stretched out in front of him. He could feel the wobble of the massive tits hanging off his chest and the six smaller ones swaying below Pavel, rubbing on their immense horse cock. And maybe most disconcerting of all, Merc could feel his own cock buried in Pavel's ass, somehow stretched all through his Bitch, and hanging out of his mouth. Every sensation was alien.
It was also very sexy.
He just hoped that Betsy, wherever and whatever she was, felt as sexy and happy as he did.
He really had to find her.
When Merc (and Pavel) reached the top of the stairs, it took a fair amount of negotiation to get themselves oriented to open the door. Pavel had to bring Merc (his ass) along side and Merc had to contend with his surprisingly disruptive tits to get his hands on the handle, but they did it and moved into the hallway on the main floor. Some hardwood clopping down the hall and a turn to the left (with a few wall bumps and set backs) and the pair made their way back to the living room where Merc was confronted by the site of a bizarre creature.
From Merc's vantage, he saw the armless back of a thin man whose ass appeared like a shapely woman’s and exploded with a gigantic fleshy mutant cunt and who appeared to have a giant and oddly shaped dick. Then Merc noticed the man's legs bent backwards, ended in hands, and that a pair of brown eyes were perched on hammerhead like eyestalks that glanced around the naked man's ass-cunt.
Brown eyes that Merc reocgnized. "Betsy?"
The brown eyes widened, and the head of the armless man span around revealing the mouthless face of Manny. The ass cunt rumbled, husky and deep "Merc?"
"Yeah, it's, uh me on the back." He waved, his giant tits flopping.
The cunt flexed oddly again and rumbled "And I presume that the other ponygirl here is Pavel."
"Yeah. But Bitch can't talk when our mouth cock is stiff. And, uh, we're both pretty turned on."
"It appears that I can only call him Bitch... and that he can only refer to me as Boss."
"Ooh, that's kinky."
As Merc and Betsy talked, Pavel took the initiative and continued to clop-slink deeper into the room so that they could better see Betsy and Manny's new form. Now that Merc could see the pair in profile he realized that his wife had become the odd penis he had noticed earlier. An odd penis that moved like a mermaids tail and sported six big tits, his wife's brown hair, and her eye stalks. Merc suspected that his wife had been sucking Manny's cock when the change had started. He felt both his cocks stiffen at the idea.
Betsy's ass-cunt voice rumbled again. "I see you like the new me."
"Yeah, you're a pretty sexy cock, honey."
"I'm more than a cock." the odd arm legs of their body churned and Betsy's eye stalks and pussy-mouth were once again facing Merc and Pavel. "I've basically got complete control of the body. Manny is really more of a spectator at this point."
"Is he okay?"
"Oh, I'm sure he is loving it. He's always liked to watch, and now he doesn't have a choice. You guys should feel how aroused he is. It's luxurious." The pussy lips dribbled obscenely.
Betsy advanced her body closer and was soon standing inches from Pavel's face. "Merc, is this your penis?"
"Uh, well, I think they both kind of are. But, I think this one was originally mine."
"Good" Betsy swung forward and engulfed Pavel's mouth cock and face in her fleshy cunt in a passionate, penetrative kiss. Merc groaned at the sensation.
Betsy pulled back and looked up at him with her brown eyes. "I love you Merc, and I can't wait to start again."
"Now, Bitch and Boss, let's go find the rest of our spouses."
Manny could only watch on in silence as the conjoined ponygirls led on up the stairs in the direction of the bedrooms. He enjoyed the sway of their hips, bob of their cocks, balls, and tits in appreciative silence. He also enjoyed the sensations of his, but really Betsy's body, as she dragged her cock tail along the floor with her arms (his legs) and mounted the stairs. He approved of the choice, but found that he didn't really have much to say on the subject.
He was along for the ride and it was deeply arousing.
The group reached the bedroom door. Seeing the ineptitude of Merc and Pavel to maneuver to the door handle, Besty shoved her way through and turned the knob and pushed the door open.
"God, you bitches need training wheels or something" she cunt rumbled. Merc felt his insides squirm delightfully at the sensation of their massive labial lobes contort themselves around every word. He could feel how slick they were, could feel them drooling. Manny would moan if he could.
From his vantage point Manny surveyed the room and saw a strange pillar of flesh stroking itself and murmuring. That is until Pavel and Merc ruined the silence by clopping into the toom. A pair of faces, eyes wide with surprise turned and stared. Manny realised this must be one of the other couples. He felt himself grow flush.
The pair had become something immobile, with a large bag of flesh forming a base that the pedestal of their fused lower legs projects out of. Above that the pair had two bodies that were joined face to face at the hips and through their tits, which somehow also projected out of their back. The pair were also nearly identical, with muscular yet feminine bodies, long black flowing hair, delicate faces with strong chins, and short stubbly beards. The only real difference between the two was that one of them had a face split open by a cunt, and the other had a half flaccid penis dangling from where their nose should be. It dawned on Manny that pair kind of resembled his wife....
Manny saw that the head with the penis had said that and wanted to ask if it was Joan. But, with a deeply felt thrill, he realized he couldn't.
"Manny! It's me Joan! Say something, baby, are you okay? What are you speechless?"
"Actually..." rumbled Betsy on his behalf, "Manny can't really talk anymore. He's kind of strapped in and just along for the ride."
"Oooh, I bet he likes that."
"Yeah, our cunt hasn’t stopped dribbling since he realized what's going on. Dude loves being helpless."
Joan's beautiful and handsome face grew predatory as her dick nose started to swell. "Well, we'll just have to make his week sometime and make him watch us having sex."
"It's a date."
Manny rasped through his nose, the very idea of that was heavenly. He felt his shared body respond to his arousal, eight nipples stiffening, cunt leaking, glans swelling.
Joan, seeing him getting lost in his mind waved at him. "Manny, baby, you are super sexy and as soon as my dick gets hard, my toungue-balls are going to swell up and fall out of my mouth and I won't be able to talk. I want to say I love you, and I think I finally found the sexy adventure we always wanted."
Manny nodded rigorously in agreement.
"Well, I'm very happy with my new body and Greg is too..."
Greg nodded and wetly squawked through his cunt mouth.
"….and we, I, want to still spend our lives with you. I didn't know this would happen, but based on the hints Greg gave me, I knew tonight was going to be wild and I feel bad I didn't warn you and talk with you about it. I hope you’re happy with all of this."
Manny nodded vigorously again.
"Oh, Manny, baby, I'm glad and so turned on by..." Manny watched in fascination as his wife's face cock grew suddenly fully erect and a pair of egg sized lumps forced themselves out of her mouth to dangle from her face. Joan's eyes grew amused and a little apologetic.
Manny smiled with his eyes.
Greg was so happy that Joan and Manny were okay. Despite Joan's wandering sexual ways, he knew that Manny was super important to her and that his new body mate would be deeply hurt if their changes had caused a schism. He knew that transformations and infidelity were hard things to grow through, and was overjoyed that Joan and Manny had a love big enough to accommodate them.
Greg was loving his new body. He felt like he had somehow stumbled into the perfect combination of the sexes with his new mouth cunt and breasts and the ghost of his cock which, while submerged in the conjoined flesh of his hips, he could still feel nestled in Joan’s vagina. Not to mentioned all of the sensations from Joan's breasts and cunt and dick. He was also forever locked in the embrace of Joan, a woman he had pined after for years. He was so happy that Cara had suggested the do this.
Greg was also pretty pleased what the plan had done to his friends. Manny and Betsy created a strange and arousing beast, but more importantly Manny looked fiercely happy and Besty looked at ease with herself in a way she really hadn't before the change. What had to have been Merc and Pavel made a fetching group of pony girls, something Greg had always favoured and what he had hoped would be the effect of the horseshoe bottle. He couldn't wait to feel Pavel's tongue cock in his ass, or really, to fuck either of them.
Now if only Cara would show up so he could see what happened to his own wife...
"The doors open already!"
"That's convenient, pussy."
Greg turned and saw Christy's face between his wife's gorgeous spread legs crabwalk into the room. He watched her look around the room and noticed that her mouth, appropriately positioned, looked to have adopted some cunty attributes. He also saw a mass of breasts, labia, and a pair of long clitty tentacles waving about from the middle of their body.
"Cara, everyone's here."
A voice called out from behind, sounding like it came from between a pair of kneeling legs at the other end of the body. "Good."
Christy squinted at each of them in turn.
"Which one of you is my husband?"
Pavel groaned loudly around his erect cock mouth and Merc acting as spokesperson "Bitch (sorry I can't seem to call him anything else) can't really talk when he's excited. And, he uh, is very excited to see you."
Christy smiled broadly, lips drooling slightly. "Aw, Pavel, honey you're beautiful."
"Christy, now that you've had a chance to ogle your husband, I think I really deserve a look.”
Christy giggled, "Cara, can't you tell we're having a moment here?"
"Oh is that why I have your cunt drool running down my face, pussy? Anyway, it's my turn!"
Christy blushed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Okay, you ready?"
Greg watched in fascination as the pair performed a flipping maneuver. The rear kneeling legs squatted and kicked off, throwing their body weight up so that they were standing upright on their splayed front legs. Christy and Cara teetered for a second, there central boob and labia flower flopping obscenely, before tumbling over forward such that the legs originally in front were now kneeling behind and while the rear legs were now squatting forwards.
As the legs splayed open Greg saw his wife's beautiful face where a cunt should be. Like Christy, her mouth looked slightly cunty, with swollen lips and a clit peaking out from under her nose, and looked slick with the juices of arousal.
Greg exclaimed wetly and locked eyes with his wife. She somehow recognized him and smiled. He smiled back with his eyes. He felt like all the meaning and emotion they needed passed between them. Fortunately there wasn't really a need for words.
Greg heard someone blow a moist raspberry "Now who is having a moment? Do we need to get you guys a room?"
Greg felt his face cunt tighten and grow slicker at the idea of spending time with his wife and Joan and Christy...
Cara just laughed with delight. "I'm sorry, I fear my lovely pussy can be rather a rude cunt."
"Pfff you love it. Anyway tell them our plan!"
"Well, after we changed and got acquainted..."
"And reacquainted, and acquainted again!"
"... We stayed up all night talking about our situation and what we thought we could do about it."
"Women, right? Talk talk talk talk talk."
"Quiet silly pussy. We decided we want to share our lives with each other..."
"As if we have a choice."
"... And that we want to share ourselves and lives with all of you, our beloved husbands, their body mates, and our dear friends. That we could come together and form a new family and be together and grow..."
"Cara, dear, youre being a sanctimonious twat again."
Cara blushed and barked a laugh. "Sorry pussy."
"Anyway, we talked it over and realized that if we all moved together here, since it's the biggest place, and sold all of our homes we'd have enough money to renovate this place to our needs, get whatever mobility aids we might need, and live off while we all figure out what out future careers will be like. I for one don't think I can go back to being an office accountant..."
Betsy rumbled through her asscunt mouth "What can you do? What can any of us do?"
Cara smiled "Well I plan to keep on being a doula. I mean, I feel like I have such a deeper connection to the feminine aspect now..."
"And I plan to help the sanctimonious twat out. But it'll be up to all of you to decide what you want to and can do. But we'll be here to love and support you no matter what."
"We really do love you all."
"Now let's start our life together properly by consummating our new marriage"
"Finally my silly pussy says something smart."
Greg, his aching face cunt running down his chin could only agree.
I hope you all enjoyed it!