Sonja lounged by the poolside, the late afternoon sun painting golden streaks across the water’s surface. The air thrummed with the relentless buzz of cicadas, a hypnotic pulse that wove through the stillness, while a breeze carried the sharp bite of chlorine laced with jasmine’s sweet allure. Her skin, still slick from a swim, shimmered under the sun’s caress, droplets clinging to her curves like fleeting gems, their coolness clashing with the heat seeping into her bones. She sank into the cushioned chair, the vinyl creaking softly, when a sudden, sharp sting pierced her thigh. She jolted upright, a hiss escaping her lips as pain flared. A red welt bloomed on her sun-kissed skin, its edges raw and swollen. “Damn it,” she muttered, rubbing it absently, the sting lingering like an unwelcome guest. Shaking her head, she reclined again, determined to reclaim her calm.But calm slipped away as a strange warmth unfurled from the welt, seeping upward through her veins like molten ink. This wasn’t the sun’s lazy glow—it was primal, restless, coiling deep in her muscles. Sonja shifted uneasily, the chair groaning beneath her, a frown creasing her brow as a throbbing pressure pulsed between her legs. “What the hell?” she whispered, her voice trembling in the thick air. Her heart pounded, syncing with the alien rhythm building in her pelvis. She squeezed her thighs together, willing it to stop, but the sensation sharpened, homing in on her clit with an insistent beat.Panic clawed at her throat. “Help—” she started, voice cracking as she lurched forward, but the word died in a ragged gasp as the pressure surged. Her navy swimsuit tightened, the elastic fabric molding to her skin like a second layer. The throbbing intensified, and her shaky hands darted down, grazing the material—only to recoil with a choked cry. Beneath the swimsuit, a bulge swelled, faint but undeniable, her clit twitching and stretching into a small, budding cock—two inches long, its tip pressing against the taut fabric. “Somebody—help me!” she tried again, her plea splintering into a whimper as the transformation accelerated, the bulge growing before her horrified eyes.Her nails dug into the armrests, plastic creaking as the cock pulsed, lengthening—three inches, then four—its human shape sharpening beneath the swimsuit. “No—please, someone—” she gasped, but the words caught, twisting into a low moan as the fabric traced the smooth, veined shaft, pinning it tight against her skin. The sensitivity was excruciating, each scrape sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core. At four inches, it quivered, leaking precum that darkened the swimsuit, the wet stain outlining its form. Sonja’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. “This isn’t—help—” she stammered, but the plea dissolved into a shuddering cry as the shaft thickened, its raw flesh trembling under the material’s grip.The changes barreled on. The human cock shifted, its tip flaring subtly before broadening into a blunt, equine crown, its leathery sheen glinting through the stretched fabric. Mottling streaked its length—pink fading to dusky brown—while a medial ring bulged midway down, straining the swimsuit further. “Help me—oh God—” she cried, her voice breaking as it grew—five inches, six—the fabric groaning, forcing the tender shaft upward against her abdomen. The flared head nudged higher, veins pulsing, the ring throbbing with each gained inch. She reached for her phone on the table, fingers trembling, but the movement shifted the swimsuit, stroking the hypersensitive shaft. “Please—” she gasped, her hand freezing mid-reach as pleasure spiked, her hips bucking involuntarily.Her body wasn’t done. A tingling sparked just beneath her full, firm breasts, prickling her upper abdomen. “No—no more—” she whimpered, but a strangled scream tore free as two smaller breasts budded directly below her originals, swelling into pert mounds, their silken skin hypersensitive, nipples tightening into tender peaks. The cock, still trapped beneath the swimsuit, continued its upward growth. At six inches, its mottled shaft slid against the tender undersides of her new breasts, sending shivers through her. As it reached seven inches, it pressed between them, the fabric outlining its veined length as it slid through the valley of her new cleavage. Sonja’s breath fractured into gasps, the stimulation maddening as the sensitive cock dragged across her raw, newborn flesh.But it didn’t stop there. The shaft surged on, reaching eight inches, its flared head nudging past the new breasts and pressing upward, sliding between her original pair. She could see its full equine form—mottled, veined, with the medial ring pulsing—etched against her torso, the swimsuit straining to contain it. “Somebody—help—” she tried, voice fracturing into a moan as the shaft’s friction against her stacked breasts sent shivers through her. She stumbled to her feet, desperate to run, but the sensitivity buckled her knees, forcing her back onto the chair with a cry.At nine inches, the cock tested the swimsuit’s limits, its flared head throbbing beneath her chest, slick with precum that soaked her skin. Her balls formed below, heavy and taut, their bulge pressing against the fabric’s edge. “I can’t—please—” she sobbed, but the words morphed into a guttural groan as the shaft stretched further, every detail—veins, ring, flared tip—carved against her skin. She clawed at the chair, trying to scream, but the stimulation overwhelmed her, her pleas fragmenting into desperate gasps. Her hand darted down, hesitating before pressing the fabric, feeling the heat, the pulsing veins. “Help—oh God—” she choked, stroking once, twice, her voice splintering as the swimsuit ripped open.The seam tore from pelvis to chest, the flared head bursting free, brushing her stacked breasts. With a raw, broken cry—“No—I’m—” —Sonja came, her body convulsing as ecstasy engulfed her. The equine cock spasmed, its wide slit firing thick jets that splashed her chin, coated her original breasts, and dripped onto the tender new pair below. At ten inches, it shuddered, veins swelling, the medial ring tensing with each surge, unloading a stallion’s load through the torn fabric. “Oh God,” she gasped, her fragmented cries blending with moans as the intensity rocked her, her new breasts amplifying every searing drop.Her vision swam as the waves ebbed. The cock twitched against her skin, dribbling onto her chest, its musky scent cutting through the chlorine. Her four breasts trembled, slick with cum, her balls settling heavily in the swimsuit’s tatters. Sonja slumped back, panting, the chair creaking beneath her. The world snapped into focus—sunlight glinting, cicadas droning—and a dazed thought surfaced: What am I now?She stared at the sky, chest heaving, the shaft nestled between her stacked breasts. A shaky laugh escaped, tinged with disbelief and curiosity. Her fingers brushed the mottled length, shivering at its lingering sensitivity against her tender new flesh. “Okay,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Okay, let’s figure this out.”

Sonja lounged by the poolside, the late afternoon sun painting golden streaks across the water’s surface. The air thrummed with the relentless buzz of cicadas, a hypnotic pulse that wove through the stillness, while a breeze carried the sharp bite of chlorine laced with jasmine’s sweet allure. Her skin, still slick from a swim, shimmered under the sun’s caress, droplets clinging to her curves like fleeting gems, their coolness clashing with the heat seeping into her bones. She sank into the cushioned chair, the vinyl creaking softly, when a sudden, sharp sting pierced her thigh. She jolted upright, a hiss escaping her lips as pain flared. A red welt bloomed on her sun-kissed skin, its edges raw and swollen. “Damn it,” she muttered, rubbing it absently, the sting lingering like an unwelcome guest. Shaking her head, she reclined again, determined to reclaim her calm.

But calm slipped away as a strange warmth unfurled from the welt, seeping upward through her veins like molten ink. This wasn’t the sun’s lazy glow—it was primal, restless, coiling deep in her muscles. Sonja shifted uneasily, the chair groaning beneath her, a frown creasing her brow as a throbbing pressure pulsed between her legs. “What the hell?” she whispered, her voice trembling in the thick air. Her heart pounded, syncing with the alien rhythm building in her pelvis. She squeezed her thighs together, willing it to stop, but the sensation sharpened, homing in on her clit with an insistent beat.

Panic clawed at her throat. “Help—” she started, voice cracking as she lurched forward, but the word died in a ragged gasp as the pressure surged. Her navy swimsuit tightened, the elastic fabric molding to her skin like a second layer. The throbbing intensified, and her shaky hands darted down, grazing the material—only to recoil with a choked cry. Beneath the swimsuit, a bulge swelled, faint but undeniable, her clit twitching and stretching into a small, budding cock—two inches long, its tip pressing against the taut fabric. “Somebody—help me!” she tried again, her plea splintering into a whimper as the transformation accelerated, the bulge growing before her horrified eyes.

Her nails dug into the armrests, plastic creaking as the cock pulsed, lengthening—three inches, then four—its human shape sharpening beneath the swimsuit. “No—please, someone—” she gasped, but the words caught, twisting into a low moan as the fabric traced the smooth, veined shaft, pinning it tight against her skin. The sensitivity was excruciating, each scrape sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core. At four inches, it quivered, leaking precum that darkened the swimsuit, the wet stain outlining its form. Sonja’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. “This isn’t—help—” she stammered, but the plea dissolved into a shuddering cry as the shaft thickened, its raw flesh trembling under the material’s grip.

The changes barreled on. The human cock shifted, its tip flaring subtly before broadening into a blunt, equine crown, its leathery sheen glinting through the stretched fabric. Mottling streaked its length—pink fading to dusky brown—while a medial ring bulged midway down, straining the swimsuit further. “Help me—oh God—” she cried, her voice breaking as it grew—five inches, six—the fabric groaning, forcing the tender shaft upward against her abdomen. The flared head nudged higher, veins pulsing, the ring throbbing with each gained inch. She reached for her phone on the table, fingers trembling, but the movement shifted the swimsuit, stroking the hypersensitive shaft. “Please—” she gasped, her hand freezing mid-reach as pleasure spiked, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Her body wasn’t done. A tingling sparked just beneath her full, firm breasts, prickling her upper abdomen. “No—no more—” she whimpered, but a strangled scream tore free as two smaller breasts budded directly below her originals, swelling into pert mounds, their silken skin hypersensitive, nipples tightening into tender peaks. The cock, still trapped beneath the swimsuit, continued its upward growth. At six inches, its mottled shaft slid against the tender undersides of her new breasts, sending shivers through her. As it reached seven inches, it pressed between them, the fabric outlining its veined length as it slid through the valley of her new cleavage. Sonja’s breath fractured into gasps, the stimulation maddening as the sensitive cock dragged across her raw, newborn flesh.

But it didn’t stop there. The shaft surged on, reaching eight inches, its flared head nudging past the new breasts and pressing upward, sliding between her original pair. She could see its full equine form—mottled, veined, with the medial ring pulsing—etched against her torso, the swimsuit straining to contain it. “Somebody—help—” she tried, voice fracturing into a moan as the shaft’s friction against her stacked breasts sent shivers through her. She stumbled to her feet, desperate to run, but the sensitivity buckled her knees, forcing her back onto the chair with a cry.

At nine inches, the cock tested the swimsuit’s limits, its flared head throbbing beneath her chest, slick with precum that soaked her skin. Her balls formed below, heavy and taut, their bulge pressing against the fabric’s edge. “I can’t—please—” she sobbed, but the words morphed into a guttural groan as the shaft stretched further, every detail—veins, ring, flared tip—carved against her skin. She clawed at the chair, trying to scream, but the stimulation overwhelmed her, her pleas fragmenting into desperate gasps. Her hand darted down, hesitating before pressing the fabric, feeling the heat, the pulsing veins. “Help—oh God—” she choked, stroking once, twice, her voice splintering as the swimsuit ripped open.

The seam tore from pelvis to chest, the flared head bursting free, brushing her stacked breasts. With a raw, broken cry—“No—I’m—” —Sonja came, her body convulsing as ecstasy engulfed her. The equine cock spasmed, its wide slit firing thick jets that splashed her chin, coated her original breasts, and dripped onto the tender new pair below. At ten inches, it shuddered, veins swelling, the medial ring tensing with each surge, unloading a stallion’s load through the torn fabric. “Oh God,” she gasped, her fragmented cries blending with moans as the intensity rocked her, her new breasts amplifying every searing drop.

Her vision swam as the waves ebbed. The cock twitched against her skin, dribbling onto her chest, its musky scent cutting through the chlorine. Her four breasts trembled, slick with cum, her balls settling heavily in the swimsuit’s tatters. Sonja slumped back, panting, the chair creaking beneath her. The world snapped into focus—sunlight glinting, cicadas droning—and a dazed thought surfaced: What am I now?

She stared at the sky, chest heaving, the shaft nestled between her stacked breasts. A shaky laugh escaped, tinged with disbelief and curiosity. Her fingers brushed the mottled length, shivering at its lingering sensitivity against her tender new flesh. “Okay,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Okay, let’s figure this out.”

Sonja was late in the pool wearing her swimsuit as something stung her in the leg shortly her clit started to throb and shift growing longer veins growing along the growing length as confined by the swimsuit its forced to grow upwards becoming a cock its growing length being stimulated by being stuck under the swimsuit and sliding across her skin as it becomes bigger less human as it grows upwards under her original breasts a second row of smaller breasts grow out as the cock now equine and trapped in the swimsuit meets the first pair of breasts before growing longer to come out on top of her original breasts  its flared head peaking out above her breasts while a new grown balls slip out from the sides of her swimsuit as the sensations drove her over the edge as she cums against the underside of her chin 

Sonja’s Transformation by the Pool (Grok Edit)

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