forgot her bag on the bus

Loren Fleischman was a 22 year old chestnut haired woman with long muscular legs built from years of horseback riding. She was a big lover of animals, especially horses, and was studying to be a vet at the local university. As she was sitting in the buss a tall, chiseled black girl came in, not wearing much and Loren blushed when she found herself at eye level with the biggest cock she had ever seen. Not that she had seen many! She was a good Jewish girl. Still the sight of it, and the smell just made her blush and she was thankful, though maybe a little jealous when the girl left the bus to go flirt with another woman. As she did though Loren noticed, too late, that the girl had left her bag on the bus. She saw the branding for the university athletics program on it and decided to turn it in to campus police after she was done with the horses for the day.

The campus had a small equestrian science program Loren had been blessed enough to get in to. She got off the bus near the equestrian building inhaled the scent of fresh manuer; and for her felt at home. She was a horse girl, born and bred, and intended to be one for her entier life. She went to stow her bags in her locker and noticed what looked like a bottle of perfume in the net pocket on that girls gym bag. She took out the bottle examined it, there was no label, and was about to take a smell when she heard her name called.

"Loren! Are you here yet?" That sounded like Nara, He was a Japanese exchange student that she was friends with. He was great in horseback and she had a thing or two to learn from him.

"One second." She out the perfume in her back pocket and went out into the stables.

"What's up?"

"Not much, but it's your turn to muck out Harold's stall."

"Uhh," she sighed, harold hadn't been feeling well recently, but she accepted tye task and reluctantly went about the work of first mucking all the manuer out if Harold's stall, and then brushing down the horse. She was brushing him down when she smelled her sleeve and made a sour face. Remembering the perfume, she figured now was as good as time as ever and sprayed it liberally around herself.

Suddenly her whole body filled with an ecstatic heat. The closest feeling Loren could compare it to was arousal and her vision became blurry, she leaned against Harold and could feel her body starting to grow and strain against her clothes. She pushed up to five and half feet, five foot ten inches, then to six and a half feet. Her strong legs and ass grew as powerful and muscular as a horses, her core rearranged as it became tighter and fuller, full with hard muscle that flowed up to an impressive chest and strong arms and shoulders. The last thing she felt was her jeans dripping and then her vision cleared. She was tall enough to look over Harold's head now, and wow, Loren admired her new strong arms and the feeling of her well muscled back, then she looked down and her heart skipped a beat and her new, meaty, member twitched. she had heard of being hung like a horse, but this was rediculous.