Ridiculous might have fitted the sight of a centaur strolling down an otherwise normal street. Humans were spread around her, offering a wide berth so she didn't accidentally trot on them, some gawked but most ignored her. But this was another normal day for Equis, a large town that fell under the radar for most. It saw some fame a few years ago for Mia's accident and subsequent surgery, now that was gone. She was another citizen, albeit one with juxtaposed body halves.
And huge. Those who knew Mia beyond spotting her in public once or twice recognised how incredible she had become. Just a few days prior and she had stood head and shoulders above most, now she added ribcage and hips to that list, putting all the eyelines around her level to her sheaths. Which bobbed and rubbed against her belly with each step.
Mia kept her shoulders hunched and eyes dead ahead. Looking down only highlighted how much she had grown since yesterday. Her head still throbbed from where she smacked it earlier that day when leaving her house, a place with ceilings and doors higher than average. And she couldn't face those looks.
How many people were around? Why were the streets so full today? She glanced behind her at the packed sidewalk and away just as fast, fire in her cheeks. The clop of her hooves hastened. Roshni's place couldn't be far, then no one but the doctor would stare at her.
"Come on, come on," Mia muttered under her breath, as if the encouragement might urge her legs to work faster. Running was out of the question here, as people still blocked the path before her. Without them, she would gladly toss away all concern and gallop home, savouring the powerful sound of her hooves slamming against concrete, leaving imprints in the weaker portions of street. But, again, she couldn't.
She risked a look around, the itchy sensation of being watched too strong to resist. People were, indeed, looking at her. Men with mild fascination and a hint of jealousy, and the women, some with their arms or hands entwined with the men, were blatant as they gawked at her sheaths. Yesterday's wonderful yet worrisome events flitted through her thoughts and she hastened her trot, not seeing the smaller woman in her path.
Mia passed over her. It took but a second to clear the distance on her long legs, however that second was enough. The woman was bombarded in musk, not like what a man possessed. This was wild, primitive, and it called to the same thing inside her. Mia glimpsed behind herself and saw the woman's lust, plain as she saw the throngs of people around her.
"Don't look, don't look," Mia thought aloud. She fixed her gaze dead ahead, even so she saw all the stares in her periphery. Tendrils of lust crept under her skin, leaving pinpricks of infectious warmth wherever they went. Her nipples poked through her shirt, which was a useless effort, given how it stretched over her chest. It was a button-up top and meant to fit sumo wrestlers with ease, yet her bosom bulged through the gaps between buttons and her nipples threatened to impale it.
In the distance, she spied Doctor Roshni's private practice. She was the specialist for uncommon cases, though her past experience was more to handle people who had to live with, say, a pipe through the stomach, rather than a centaur. They'd learned together, coming to trust one another over the years. Roshni was, in the truest sense, Mia's confidant.
It confused her why people felt strange sharing with a doctor, it made more sense than to tell a priest. Doctors were bound by professional courtesy, not a vow to a god that no one could prove existed, or vice versa. It was stronger in Roshni's case, as she had a Non-Disclosure Agreement to her name as well. Besides, Mia couldn't confide in a pastor or nun or any deity that didn't abhor sex. Not only had she fucked several women in the last few days, but she wasn't romantically involved with any of them.
A holy person would possibly have a heart attack if she went into detail. Or they'd risk their vows to get a taste. A nun might risk seeing Mia's erect state, take it a step further and get a whiff of her pheromones, so potent that even a total stranger was aroused by her, and perhaps take the plunge and have a taste. Perhaps with another set of lips.
Mia grunted as she hit a lamppost. The pain subsided and brought her attention to the pressure in her sheaths, both eager to release their cargo. A breeze tickled the peak of her cocks. She had to go home. Now. She started away then stopped and looked to her right; Roshni's place stood before her.
"Oh no," Mia groaned and stepped inside. She ducked her head low, almost doubling her human portion in half to fit, and was forced to kneel once inside.
"Mia?" The receptionist asked. She was a young woman, in her mid-twenties, and had been working there since Mia's accident. Where Roshni helped provide an understanding of her body, Diana gave her a glimpse of normalcy by talking about anything but Mia's absurd surgery.
"Yeah."
"Wow, uh... you've grown up," Diana chuckled and headed out. The reception room was empty of other people, the sparse chairs set up such that Mia could visit and sit down at any time. She did so and knocked one over in the process. She and Diana shared a laugh.
"I guess so," Mia said, "How've you been?"
"Hmm?" Diana hummed, eyes zipping across Mia's frame like a skittish cat, devouring each detail. The potent definition to her abs and biceps, which dwindled into softness around her pecs, to the enormous breasts that bellowed out from her torso. No store brought bra in the world could contain them, even custom orders would be hard-pressed and expensive to find. The musculature extended into her equine form, a testament to masculinity despite her feminine upper-body.
Sat as she was, Mia's members were concealed from eye. She couldn't do anything about the smell, however, and it soon captured Diana's sinuses in coils of pure muscle. They pulled her closer, urging her feet to shuffle forward like a zombie.
"Diana?"
"Huh? What?" Diana snapped back to the present. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, the colour of desire, not embarrassment.
"Can you get Doctor Roshni, please?" Mia asked. She recognised that look - after Annie, Keira and Bella, how couldn't she? - and what it could entail. Surely the doctor wouldn't be as affected, not after all the years they'd spent together.
"Uh, yes. Yes, I will," Diana said, seeming to realise what was happening. She left through a door down a short hallway. Mia sighed her relief and twisted back to glare at her hindquarters, specifically the pulsating shafts that rested just beneath her bottom-half. How long would it be, if she kept growing, before her scent drove women over the edge? Before she could just step into a room and have all the females drooling over her?
Her dual shafts gave a powerful throb of yearning. She bit her cheek, stifling a moan as they attempted to rub against the hard floor. Mia turned her attention elsewhere. The reception was as might be expected; sterile walls and floor, adorned only with notices and reminders for treatments. In Diana's workspace was a set of folders, piled high, and a cup of already cooled coffee. A clock ticked somewhere out from view, as if counting down the seconds before disaster struck.
Each click of the pendulum was another stone on the mountain her anxiety was becoming. Mia pulled her shirt up, hoping to loosen it and conceal her nipples, yet the friction made it worse. Another tick and another stone. What if Doctor Roshni was somehow weaker to her pheromones than Diana? Another tick and stone. What if Mia couldn't control herself if things got out of control?
The door opened and Diana stepped through, "She's just setting up for you. Shouldn't be another minute."
Sixty seconds? Mia almost stood, only the reminder of her penises kept her down.
"Oh, okay."
