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"I would ask, wish to become as a man who became as merged with the body, the genitals of a large breed of a farm animal, me percolated a member of a stallion horse," you would to thing to suggest, as felt embarrassed and foolish for even thinking or saying aloud what was as is your wild sexest dream.
"Please my Master, do not feel embarrassed about what you ask of me when in my presence. I am your servant in all things, and willing to do for you, anything or everything your heart desires, even to making of me to looking foolish." Fatima says, she telling how she wished only to please you.
"Did you understand me, I said that I wanted to become as is the male genitalia of a large breed farm horse, and hearing your Master wish to be as such is not enough to cause embarrassment. I would wish for my body to merge quickly, as said in the Bible, in a twinkling of an eye.
The whole of me as from being human to becoming physically merged, enhancing the male member with my eyes to see, but no nose. I would hear what the horse hears, and my mouth may not speak, but shall taste of the urine when it is pressed out past my penal lips, and relishing the creamy texture of equine semen when my horse master has me buried up to my eyeballs in equine mare..., as that is my preferences.
I wish to remain me, able still to enjoy what it feels like to be then the genitals of a herd-sire." You said it, you were specific with your Genie, telling and implying as to your deepest as darkest sexual desires.
"Yes my Master, I can begin if you so say that I should. You being by birth a Caucasian, to become the genitals you desire most requires me to make your skin color become black, as highly sensitive, sensual to your horse master, though weathered, adding some wrinkled skin at the base of the penal body, a sheath to protect what on you is soft and sensual.
You need not specify that you want to retain your intelligence, as I suspect the duration you wish to be as the male member of a horse will fade in its delights. Horses get bored, their daily lifestyle is calm, though a stallion becomes aroused easily, as will let you bloat and hang, ready as to mate or masturbate.
I had one other master who wished he was the male organ to a Camel. He discovered his lifestyle as being vile, tending to feel overly warm, sweaty, stinky, making his eyes to burn and no way to wipe or message them, he having lost his hands.
After several months being a Camel penis, he mentally cried out, begging, pleading with me to deliver him from his fantasy realm.
I was asleep when he finally had had enough of being a Camel penis, as I failed to hear his wishing to be again as human. His Camel owner had learned to dislike the Camel and sold it to the prison as becoming food for the Lions.
He died the death of a Camel penis, and was eaten before I awoke.
I suggest from my sad experience that you retain your ability to speak, though your voice shall sound like that of a mouse. You may need to convey your thought to the horse' owner, before he or she might sell your horse body to a slaughterhouse, and an untimely death." Fatima said, as she reading your mind and following your desire to become a black horse cock and scrotum was possible, and she willing to give a foolish man his greatest sexual fantasy.
All became quiet as Fatima stood there considering, and you there feeling nervous and partially aroused from hope. There is a flash of reality and with suddenness, a Percheron stallion gained a second mentality, one that wanted only to enhance their mutual sexual experiences.
The new you feels strangely snug, tucked up inside the equine sheath. As with the change came the sense of personal arousal what worked twice more to stimulate the stallion to feel aroused what caused the cock body to fill with blood, bloating, stretching out long as partially erect.
Erotic and sensually delightful you, that being what as a man you had, but never felt of it like it was all of you.
Mentally ready and physically aroused,m there is a time of hanging in waiting for whatever purpose the horse stallion feels is his more dire need.
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