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What He Wants Part 2

I knew that was I was seeing in the mirror was my reflection. I knew that it was me. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Standing in the ruins of the men’s room was a centaur, straight out of my high school Greek Mythology class. My upper torso was a sculpted work of art, with well defined muscles that glistened in the florescent light from the water still clinging to my skin. A perfect six-pack that every actor in Hollywood would kill for sat underneath two massive slabs of meat that were now my pectoral muscles. My neck was surrounded by two giant trapezius muscles that connected to giantic arms with bulging biceps. My face was still pretty much the same, except now the skin stretched tautly against the bones of my cheek and jaw. The double chin I had been sporting for years was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a firm, handsome jawline.

The face was framed by long, shiny black hair, which reached down past my shoulders and draped over the pecs, tickling the large, almost finger-like nipples that jutted out from the large areola that rose slightly from the smooth curve of the muscle. I noticed that my glasses were gone—probably crushed along with the remains of the stall. I could see perfectly and wasn’t squinting. I reached up to touch my hair. As I did, I could feel that the hair extended down my back, like a mane.

The hair was matched by the pelt on the equine part of my new body. The shine of the coat highlighted the curves and dimensions of what had replaced my legs. I shifted slightly, watching the powerful muscles moving under the coat. My tail flicked involuntarily, revealing a beautiful lock of the same long and shiny black hair.

I moved my hand down and brushed against my right nipple. An electric sensation shot through me. I suddenly tensed up, as a wave of pleasure radiated from the nipple across my torsos. The feeling coalesed under my rear legs. There, I began to feel something grow—something powerful and awesome. I felt it begin to expand, sliding against its sheath. The excitement grew as the sensation continued, building and expanding along with the member hanging under my equine half. I strained to see it, but was blocked by my own body. This only heightened the sensation, as I began to imagine the giant horse cock that must now be dangling below me, begging for release.

Encased in a sheath of skin, I could feel that monster growing underneath me. The more I felt my new torso, the more I could feel my new penis being to swell, peeking out from inside it’s new home. The sensations that were surging through my body were nothing short of overwhelming. My entire nervous system was energized by the waves of ecstasy that tingled though every fiber of my body.

In fact, I was so overwhelmed by my newfound sensuality that I didn’t notice that Walter from Legal had come in.

“Am I disturbing you?” he asked, a bit apologetically.

Horrified, I turned my upper torso to face the direction of the voice. Walter was standing by the bathroom door. For some reason, he didn’t seem to be surprised to see a seven-and-a-half-foot tall centaur standing in the ruins of the men’s room.

“Huh?” I mumbled. “What?”

“I’m not distrubing you, am I?” he repeated.

“N-no,” I stammered. “Not at all.”

Walter stepped over the remains of the stall, carefully avoiding the still gushing toilet. “Man,” he said, examining the wreckage, “the maintenance guys are gonna be pissed.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I wonder what happened in here.”

Wasn’t it obvious? I thought to myself. And why aren’t you freaking out from seeing a centaur in the bathroom?

Of course, I didn’t say that. “Good question,” was all I could manage.

“Guess I’ll have to use the one on the third floor,” Walter said, turning to leave. “Don’t work too hard, Steve.”

“Wait!” I blurted out before he opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Do you see anything in here… you know… out of the ordinary?”

“You mean besides the bathroom being trashed?”

Walter took a second or two to scan the bathroom. “No,” he said, slowly, considering his answer. “Not really.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary about… well… me?

Again, Walter took a few seconds to look my new body over. Hesitating, he finally said, “Uh… did you change your hair?”

“Anything else?”

“Well,” he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Your pelt is looking really nice and shiny.” He reached out and began caressing my hindquarter. Ripples of pleasure emenated from his fingertips, raditating across the back part of my new body. “Really nice,” he repeated.

I’d never thought of Walter in any kind of sexual way before, yet here he was, causing my manhood (centaurhood?) to grow again. I desperately tried to shut down the growing arousal. I started thinking about the least sexy things I could imagine.

Bea Arthur. A Yugo. Ham radio.

Damn it! Now he’s stroking my massive erection. Bea Arthur doing ham radio in a Yugo!

“You like that?” he asked, tracing out small circles with his fingertips on the head of my cock. I shifted, my hooves clacking on the tile floor and splashing the water collected there.

“Um, Walter…” I stammered. “Is this… um… you know…?”

“Is this what?”

“Appropriate,” I finally managed  to get out.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“I… I… I didn’t say that. Just, is this something we should be doing? Someone could… you know… walk in.”

He stopped. “You’re right,” he said, matter-of-factly. He then stepped to the bathroom door and turned the deadbolt lock. “Good thinking,” a new twinkle appearing in his voice.

Walter began to approach, walking around to face me. I stepped back, trying (unsuccesfully) to put some distance between me and him. However, my new, larger form got in way as my ass bumped into the bathroom wall. “Walter,” I said, “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

Or, that’s what I wanted to say. I only got as far as “Walter, I…” before he launched himself at me, leaping up press his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around my newly substantial neck. Walter dove into me, kissing me so hard it pushed my head back. His tongue forced open my lips and began exploring the inside of my mouth, sliding cross my teeth on it’s quest for my tongue.

Finally, he broke the kiss, looking into my eyes with an intensity that I found simulatenously disturbing and arousing. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he said, breathlessly. “I’m not gay.”

“Uh…” I mumbled. “I know.”

“I just can’t help myself,” he said softly. Climbing up my torso, he wrapped his legs around what used to be my waist, his left hand slowly massaging my new pectoral. “You must bring out the animal in me.”

“Apparently,” was all I could say. I could begin to feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising as my discomfort increased. “Walter, look… I’m flattered, but…”

Again, I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, as he began another deep, passionate French kiss. My hardon was getting even harder as a wave of euphoria spread over me. I began to reciprocate, pressing myself into Walter’s kiss, giving into the passion I felt rising in me.

I don’t know how long we were there, making out. Time had no meaning. We stood there, our kiss becoming more and more intense and passionate, until finally Walter broke the vacuum holding us together. “Fuck!” he said, his voice becoming low and sultry in a way that simultaneously frightened and excited me. “You are a fucking cocktease! I can see why they hired you!”

With that, a flood of memories began to cascade into my brain. Suddenly, I was aware of two histories for me: one where I was a pudgy, balding loser, and the other where I was a hypersexual centaur. Now I understood why Walter wasn’t panicking at seeing me. I had always been a centaur, and the company had brought me for that reason and that reason alone. Somehow, the universe had shifted around me and I was now in a different reality.

That’s not a complaint, mind you.

Walter glanced at his watch and cursed silently under his breath. “Dammit,” he muttered. “I’ve got to get back.”

He climbed down and caressed my hindquarters. “Thanks,” he said. “I hope we can do that again. And maybe more!” With a wink and a slap on my equine ass, he then unlocked the door and exited the lavatory.

As the door closed, I knew what I needed to do. I grabbed my wallet and car keys from the shredded remains of my pants and trotted out into the hallway. In the back of my mind, I knew that Centaur Steve wouldn’t care about the mess he left behind. That was for humans to deal with. I was the Centaur and I could do what I damn well pleased.

The glass door to the sales office slammed into the wall as I strode through, almost shattering the glass. Everyone in the office looked up. The everyone, male and female, had looks of extreme lust wash across their faces as I trotted in, my naked muscular chest still glistening from the water in the bathroom. They all wanted me. I was the Centaur, and that was what I was there for.

However, today, I had a particular target in mind. Bryan was, once again, on the phone. His back turned to me and talking on the telephone, he did not see me approach. The mood in the office suddenly deflated as the staff realized that I had made a selection, and it wasn’t them. Standing outside Bryan’s cubicle, I waited for a minute or two for him to get off the phone. I could be patient. I was the Centaur, and I get what I want.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, trying to politely get his attention. However, since my human parts were about 25% bigger than they had been, what should have a quiet little expectoration sounded like a 747 taxiing for takeoff. Startled, Bryan spun around, almost dropping the phone.

“Oh! Steve!” he exclaimed as he spun around. “I-I-I didn’t see you!”

“It’s okay,” I said, smiling.

“What can I… uh… what can I do for you?” he stammered.

“Well, I need to ask a favor of you.”

“Anything!” he blurted out. “Anything for you!”

I held up the car keys. “Well, my car is parked out in the parking lot, and well… it’s obvious I can’t drive it home.”

Of course, to me, the obvious next question would have been “how did you get it here in the first place?” However, it seemed that the rules of the universe meant that a centaur could have a beat-up Honda Civic that he can’t drive but somehow manages to bring to work.

“Yeah,” Bryan said, a slight smile appearing on his face. “You’re not gonna fit very well, are you?”

“I need to you drive it home for me.”

Bryan’s eyes darted over to his computer screen. Two-thrity in the afternoon. “But my car is here, too,” he said.

“You can take an Uber back over here, or…” I said, leaning in close and dropping my voice, “I can give you a ride.”

I could see the bulge in Bryan’s pants starting to grow. “Would you like that, Bryan?”

Bryan nodded as I wrote out the address on an index card. “How are you going to get home?” he asked.

“It’s a nice day. I think I’ll walk.”

“This address is on the other side of town.”

“Bryan,” I said, slightly condesendingly. “I’m half-horse, remember? It’ll be a walk in the park.”

I tossed the keys to him and turned to leave. “I’m heading out now. I’ll see you this evening,” I said over my shoulder. As I walked through the sales office, everyone was glaring at Bryan, envious of his luck at having been chosen the Company Stud.

I was beginning to realize that I was going to love being the Centaur.

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