Something absurd, just to solidify your disbelief. (Intense Path) (Slow horse futanari crotch TF with vaginal prolapse, and a horses ass.)

With disbelief and as to challenge the book, you zelously write:

Melissa Bolt will grow a deep, slavering, massive, and horse-like futanari crotch with a football sized prolapse, and a jiggly horses ass, equipped with a 3 foot flowing horses tail, and giant horse balls as big as a basketball, all within the next 24 hours.

Your depth in explaining the details was to retort against the book's claims and to show off how much this note book didn't work.

Yet, as you walk home from college, the 30 minute walk slowly becomes arousing. By the time you get home, you are panicking and flushed with arousal. You rush to your room and pull down your wet panties to see that you now have two huge clit's, each around half an inch long above your now gaping pussy. Your multiple clit's are what had made you so aroused when you walked home. They had slid against your panties relentlessly. You reach behind yourself in horror as your suspicions are confirmed, a tail is beginning to grow. You remove your pants and panties and sit in a chair. Slowly, your arousal stabilizes, so you decide to watch a television series to kill time, even though you are scared shitless. You try to reverse what you did in the Lust Note, but the situation wasn't created for purpose of lust, thus breaking rule one. Trying to stop this situation won't work.

It has been 6 hours since you wrote in the Lust Note, and it is nine o' clock. You examine yourself to see an erect seven and a half inch black mottled horse cock with black pool ball sized balls underneath it. You pussy lips have grown to extrude an inch further outward, and your labia hangs down by an inch. Your flowing black tail is nine inches long. Your giant clitoris is now 3 inches long. You cannot sit down anymore because your clit is getting to sensitive, so you stand in full erection and try to watch your show.

It has been 9 hours since you wrote in the Lust Note, and it is midnight. You shouldn't be awake right now, but sleep is impossible. You examine yourself in the mirror again to see an erect eleven and a quarter inch black mottled horse cock with huge black balls underneath it that are as big as a large orange. Your giant clitoris is now four and a half inches long, and your wide-open pussy lips have grown to extrude an inch and a half further outward than they did originally, and your labia hangs down by two inches. Your pussy is so wide-open that cold air can be felt all the way up to your cervix. Your "horses ass" looks like a huge bubble butt. Your flowing black tail is thirteen and a half inches long. You have been holding yourself back, trying not to pee, but now you give up as you realize that now you need to poop too. You carefully sit on the toilet, trying not to sit on your massive balls. Your erect eleven inch horse cock wont fit in the toilet, but you can't wait any longer. You let loose with a look of shame as a thick stream of piss shoots out of your cock and splatters against the wall. Some of it dribbled out through your wide-open pussy, but most of it is all over the floor. Your making such a mess that even reaches the ceiling, but you can't help it. You can't get up unless you want to clean your poop too. After you push for about 15 seconds it seems your poop is done, so you quickly get into the tub to finish peeing, yet only succeeding in making an even bigger mess. You look to realize that your poop is now all over the floor and the tub, and your piss is absolutely everywhere in the room. after peeing for a total of about 25 seconds, it finally stops. The entire floor is flooded with piss, not that it was what you ever could have wanted. The hormones in the air are thick and arousing, causing you to suddenly find yourself unbearably aroused as you begin to stroke your horse cock.

It has been 12 hours since you wrote in the Lust Note, and it is three AM. You are still in your bathroom that is covered with shit, piss, and now loads of semen. You have had an orgasm for the eighteenth time. Each time you orgasm, you cum in insane volumes for an astonishing five minutes. Your huge and jiggly horses ass is filling out quite nicely, shifting and bouncing around as you move. Your realistic and black mottled horse penis is now 15 inches long. Your giant black balls are the size of a large grapefruit. Your penis-sized clitoris is now six inches long, and your wide-open pussy lips have grown to extrude two inches further outward than they did originally, and your labia hangs down by three inches. Your pussy is gaping widely enough to barely maintain its concave form. Your flowing black tail is eighteen inches long. You feel yourself reach orgasm again as you feel pressure inside you that coaxes your giant womb to turn and shift inside you as your cervix comes tumbling out of your vagina, stopping at six inches below your substantially bulging pussy lips as you release a lust addled scream. Your arousal has now become other-worldly, as you begin to play with your cervix while performing auto fellatio.

It has been 18 hours since you wrote in the Lust Note, and it is six AM. You are still in the bathroom, and having another countless orgasm. The bathroom is absolutely basted with semen. You should be getting ready for another day at college, but there's no way that you could do that in your current condition. Your realistic and black mottled horse penis is now twenty two and a half inches long. Your giant black balls are the size of a cantaloupe. Your giant clitoris is now nine inches long, and your prolapsed pussy lips would extrude three inches further outward than they did originally, if you didn't have a vaginal prolapse forcing them aside and against your thighs. Your cervix now hangs nine inches below your substantially bulging pussy lips. Your giant ass contains as much mass as a horses ass as it jiggles, shifts and bounces around with even the slightest movement. Your flowing black tail is now twenty seven inches long.

It has been 24 hours since you wrote in the Lust Note, and it is three PM again. You are still in the bathroom, and having yet another countless orgasm. The bathroom is literally flooding with semen. Your realistic and black mottled horse penis is now thirty inches long. Your giant black balls are the size of a basketball. Your giant clitoris is now twelve inches long, and your prolapsed pussy lips would extrude four inches further outward than they did originally, if you didn't have a vaginal prolapse forcing them aside and against your thighs. Your cervix now hangs twelve inches below your substantially bulging pussy lips. Your giant ass contains as much mass as a well endowed horses ass. It jiggles, shifts and bounces around so much, that you cannot run because of it... and your prolapsed pussy that has other-worldly sensitivity. Your flowing black tail is now thirty six inches long. As you gradually think about the fact that time for your transformation is up, you get a fleeting thought that will at least buy you freedom to leave the house. You write:

Everyone that has seen Melissa Bolt believes that she was born with her endowments, and they let her walk around without bottoms on, because they know that nothing would fit, or be gentile enough for her sensitivity.

At least now you can leave the house...