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"You fool, is a horse cock, large enough to hold great promise of wondrous sensuality, can you produce for your stallion host?"
Feeling then as a little let down of what now was expected while given no choice or consideration,, even if the change was righteous for wanting of living a sensual male lifestyle, becoming a horse cock was not the first choice!
As gifted her wish of you to be as much in likeness of having a horse cock, and learn the sexy sensual thrill it must be of it as with slipping in and be surrounded by hot sexy flesh. By the powers from this witch, oh wow, how I would enjoy feeling what it is a horse stallion knows from what it uses to mate or masturbate!
"Oh, ah no, oh damn...!"
A swirling wand in hand and no sooner said than by the magic it did control still, the wand focused and began to make things happen. It offered me but a short moment of feeling so stunned a feeling as if something coming at and around, a power that should not be real but rather obvious then it was real.
Suddenly I fell forward and leaned on the bathroom counter top, while felt my mind in a spin, alert to a new situation.
The view of the room began to fade, all blurred to any sight as then what I felt all around me was as a warm and sultry uncomfortable feeling.
Strangely limited then ere my senses, having lost any sense of smell, as did the room faded. I disliked what she wanted, giving to gain me more of what a human male dared to ask of fate, knowing as still alive the sense of being hung head-long while not his human self.
Reasoning and thoughts remained a part of me, as mostly all else seemed to have lost all feelings in his hands, arms, legs, as his mass of sensation came only from my torso. The lack of sensation from the appendages was more than a primary concern, I was horror struck, fearing the unknown.
If from one thing that I could feel happening, as not understanding was why or how, but of my torso could sense the feel of breathing.
So much seemed so wrong!
What I held vividly was the memory of that last seconds of seeing before everything of his world went dark, the thought of it made for added revulsion. I felt some sense of joy from making of oral lips to move, and tried hard to cry out, to call to anyone close, as plead with her to aid or give help.
My lips moved but felt no tongue waggle, or did I have those perfectly aligned teeth. What happened from this making move of the lips was a full body sensing of my torso becoming tense. Somehow I knew I was not breathing but at the same time, felt a swelling sensation. As feeling puffed up was forcing all of me to move out, and away from the warm as cozy place I had found himself.
Then came the feeling of a wintry chill at cozy flesh and a further touching of my naked self was touched by a fresh breeze sent a surge of adrenaline, to arouse, excite suddenly and rather favorably too!
Moaning in my mind, I could not make as a sound out of the mouth, as never felt more as gagged while mindful from what I felt right then. Something instilled in me of what she, the witch suggested that where and what I should become, held there a thought of me being less a life form, and more akin to a hosted organ.
Odd, but I felt the real sense that I was part of something, of something greater, me a necessity, and or vital to some satisfying as greater mission in life. I became the acquiescence of combined something more and realizing a fanciful wish. She, the witch had made of me what my father might well be embarrassed by what his son became, he being too busy to care much about what his son wanted of self.
Holding that thought and hope seemed to make the uncertainty of my whereabouts as easier to hold to hope. Feelings swooned with a rush of gut arousing sensation, bolstered my body as feeling puffed-up, stretching, becoming taunt as to the max. At that moment I felt as if I had again a face, as the breeze touched it, brushed my mouth, the lips moved, and sensed a want of puking, ready to tossing my cookies due to the strange realm of his unsure feelings.
Feeling as nauseated from a world turned upside-down, a swaying, to swinging motion, while stiff but mobile. As well knew this as being a touch of blind eyed motion sickness, as such what I felt came from two feet seemed strained to lifting my entire body. Wildly swishing in the air, and then bumped into something stout of form, it hairy, and offered from the touch as a warm feeling.
"Erg," was the raw feeling, felt by a body surge, as began puking out the mouth, a gush of what spewed a slippery, silkiness, so noted some soft as large globs, but for the most of it all, what came flowed forth in a furious manner.
This all happened with a regularity like timed, and after each time I felt sick from puking, the aftermath offered a sense of relief. The kind of easing came and faded, it not like what ever remembered having when at home or at a party. As I could not see, all was as if black, my ears deaf or just gone, I could not feel, but from somewhere there were sounds, vibrations mostly. Various times on occasion came feelings of quivering, sensed by face and then body as if being grabbed, held, and stroked in moist heat until after puking some more I felt cowered back into a warmer home. As if time were an eternity, life became a continual progression of feeling sickly, of puking, and then a sensing of sultry or flowery, but the essence was always quite warm!
Unbeknownst by she the witch, when I became as cursed, maybe I then disappeared?
Felt then of a sensation, like a question asked about me, the evil powers held my body for her, the witch to decide if I was righteous to her desired end.
"Old man, know this that though the power of my wand you can hear me or feel then my voice. What I need to tell you is that your wife loves you, and wishes for you to return home. My wand placed you into a tough fix.
Set are you, hung as part of horse, it a stallion, you are its genitals, the penis as your body, the piss-hole your mouth, and a human brain merged with two equine large testicles..
I can imagine what you might have thought or hoped was real, but not how you realized your delights from being a horse cock. As yet I have not told your dear wife where she could see, or meet again what was her husband.
You have no eyes to see! You have no nose to smell, as your cock body stinks, and no outer ears to hear of things not close, or in touch to your body.
Where you are and of what, the horse stallion to which you are a part is as one of is the draft horse stallion owned by Mister Melon. You are the cock body belonging to Pete, for your lurid information, your penis body can extend to being twenty-three inches in length, four inches in girth at the end face of the cock body. You have the girth about your base that of eleven and a half inches round where what you feel as feet, but in fact it is your sheath attached to the horse groin.
I shuddered with glee when Pete extends you. He is with you, each liking the warmth felt was as he mounted and thrust you inside the vagina of a mare. I try to imagine of what you feel.
Cursed be you to living with the rank sensation of puking when Pete Pete urinates or ejaculating through you, he a stallion spews into the mare his semen, that too is what you think is your puke.
Ha, if you were here and saw what it shows me, your puke the blending of juices and globs of semen pearls he, Pete ejaculates into the mare, it rushes from out what you think is your mouth. As of what you can taste is the flavor of his semen and her, the mare her vaginal juices then mixed.
I had asked the wand for some idea as of where you went, I gather you feel wholeheartedly disenchanted with where and as of what you wishfully became!
When touched, as I cradled your cock body, I saw how Pete enjoyed you when aroused, you then leaking strings of his juicier juices. If you remember the feel, and of when I squeezing slightly your large testicles, the stiffening to taunt readiness caused an ejaculation of semen covering my hand, arm, and splattering at my chest.
You are alert and your mind still is thinking, but given time, as such the wand suggested the aftermath of mating at least six mares, the ability to think independently will fade and soon cease. At that point in time, the bland organ that you became will be about all of what it is to be as of you.
However, I wishing do prefer you remain as you are, being permanently as motled black and pink colored draft horse cock, so be assured that I shall not come to see or visit with you ever again."
Indeed, I heard her harsh words, through the wand helped me to understand what she spoke, and the meaning to me what could be my future. As from all what I felt as then knew, that being as a cock-body felt rather nice, not the first choice of a different lifestyle, but seemed as quite comfortable. My future and fortune set in the equine desire of the stud horse above was as much the delight in mutual enjoyment, something of what was lacking between a father and his son.
The essence of my organ body felt the wealth of satisfying sensations, especially when plunged as thrusting into a mare body. The feel of the mare grasping, milking at my cock body for its semen, all this and so much more was for me, all too much for to wish for more or want again that was a human.
Thinking about it, I would have laughed had the chance or ability, as grown accustom to the taste of frothed urine, and of semen, it silky, salty, and its texture. As with reasons of my own, and to be a memory to the witch she with camera took a photo while I hung at the heights of sensual frustration.
A rude witch did not ask of her victim to smile for the taking of his picture, as if by smiling, I might then leak some silkier juices.
Written by Adobefats
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