The pointed head of it's massive prick is made for pushing into tight spaces.

The cum lubricates it somewhat, but there's not enough lube in the world to prepare me. I think I'm going to black out from he pain. Fuck I wish I would. I wish I wouldn't have to see that impossibly long dick driving into me.

The monster is leaning heavily on my chest. My back is torn and cut up as it fucks me into the dirt. Each thrust forces more and more in. The scratches and cuts all over me are bleeding, but for some reason my cunt stretches to accept it. I'm not typically vain (I'm pretty vain), but once the idea of death by horse cock fades all i can think about is my poor little pussy will never be the same again. My pretty shaved pussy is going to be a gaping abyss. Through bloodshot teary eyes, I can see how much it's jamming in and withdrawing. I follow it's cock from the tightening balls all the way to me. I can see my skin unbelievable pulled beyond its limits and I can see the head of that thing's dick protruding from my stomach with every thrust.

This is no little belly bulge. I can make out every detail, the weird shape and even the thickest veins. It's rearranging my organs and jutting out of me by at least six inches, then eight or nine, then a foot. I'm finally able to scream in terror. The animal lets out a howl with me.

I think that I lost consciousness for a moment. Everything went white. It couldn't have been long because I can feel that thing pulsing inside of me. I open my eyes back up. It's still howling, but has stopped thrusting into me. It violently pulls out of me. A torrent of cum pours out of my body. The feeling of release actually sends me into an orgasm. How can I possibly get pleasure from that?

The euphoria doesn't last long. The behemoth releases me and returns to full height. I can now see that my gut is still stretched out. I must be so full of its seed that my body is misshapen. It's all I can reason, seeing how I'm still leaking its cum.

I don't have time to collect myself. The savage mutant grabs me by what little hair I have and drags me to where Emma is cowering. I'm bloody and in tears. I leave a trail of bull spunk n our wake.