Cindy quickly dismisses the class early and ran to the restroom. She had to figure out what was going on.
As Cindy entered the restroom, she locked the door behind her. She heard a muffled pop and gasped in relief as she felt some of the pressure drop off around the seat of her pants, only to be replaced by a nagging pinching sensation. Cindy grimaced as she glanced down behind her to see strands of thick hair, course and black, spilling out of a small hole in her pants. Much of the hair was still trapped inside, new growth spewing out with nowhere left to go. Slowly, she put her hand around the base of her tail, though she hated to think of it as that, and pulled its length out. Its unstoppable flow spilled downward and soon swished around her bare ankles.
The swelling in her jeans became unbearable. Her thighs, her entire backside was inflating like a water balloon. She felt like she was going to burst! Another loud pop. Then all a sudden, all the pain ceased. Maybe it was over? No such luck. The seams on both sides of her legs had been torn apart, forming an ever-widening canyon in which dwelled her thickening, undulating flesh. The tear crept down her legs as the muscles pulled at it and her waist widened. The belt straps finally snapped away and the denim fell around her knees, revealing a supple round rump, equipped with a fully functional black horse’s tail. She was glad nobody could see her exposed like that. With caution, she looked down to examine herself, and discovered that she was more mare than woman. From the waist down she looked very much like a peach colored pony wearing sneakers.
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