Chapter 1 - The New Girl

Emily applied the last finishing touches to her makeup, puffing a few more times with an eyeshadow brush before setting it down at last. She was standing in front of a large oaken vanity, peering at herself in the mirror, while the shelves were stocked with tons of beauty products. Satisfied with herself, she beamed into the mirror, flashing herself a stunning smile that reminded her of something.
 
"Ooh, almost forgot lipstick," she mumbled, popping the tube's cap off and spinning the base. A tower of glistening red gloss appeared, and she pushed it to her lips, letting her muscles go limp to make it easier to smear it, giving her mouth that plump, pouty look that everyone craved. She looked at herself again, blinking a few times, fluttering her blue eyes seductively, and blowing herself a kiss. She would have bit her lip if it wouldn't have rubbed some of her lipstick away. She pushed her palm against her sopping-wet pussy, clenching at it through her thin skirt, eyes glazing over slightly as she fought the urge to lie down and masturbate right then and there. "Can't… don't have time… gotta get going…"
 
Emily had turned 18 last week. Her parents were quite rich, and for a long time they'd encouraged her to get a job and learn the value of time and money, but no job ever really appealed to her. She was a partygoer, a bimbo, a nymphomaniac who had no time for good grades or clocking in at work. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that should be sweating at the end of the day was her boyfriend as she gyrated her hips on his dick, taking him deeper and deeper, milking him perfectly.
 
Just then, Emily's mother Anna called to her. "Honey, you're going to be late! It's time to go!" she stood at the bottom of the stairs, yelling upwards. 
 
"Okay mom, I'm coming!" she shouted back, puckering her lips and applying just one more layer of lipstick before flouncing off out of her room, with the tube of lipstick tucked in her pocket. She was still dripping wet, and she was smart enough to know that everyone could smell it. Thankfully, Anna never called her out on it, and her father only really raised an eyebrow when she came home smelling like a fish truck.
 
Emily and her mother piled into the car, an expensive sports vehicle that Daddy had bought a few years ago when he cashed in a bunch of stock options. Emily synced her phone's music player to the car's Bluetooth system, and just like that, she was blasting catchy pop music with her hand hanging out the window. The roof was rolled back of course, it was the middle of summer and things were hot and gorgeous… Emily too. The wind was curling around her hair, never managing to quite catch it and send it into a bluster, just enough to free the well-kept bangs she'd tucked beneath a purple hairband to droop down into her face. She closed her knees together, wondering if her mother knew she was wearing her white, silk panties under her mid-thigh skirt. 
 
They didn't talk much on the drive over. They never did. Emily found her mother somewhat aloof, and they didn't really have much in common despite being mother and daughter. Anna was closer with Emily's sister, Satin, who was older and had already gone away to college. Emily pursed her lips, wondering if her parents would try to force her to go to college too, once she finished her grade school. Her expression darkened. They'd better not! She wasn't made for knowledge after all. The heavy, juicy breasts contained within an industrial-grade J-cup bra spoke enough of that. She smiled, feeling better. She'd gotten her breasts and hips from her mom, and that was one of the things she was really thankful for. With proportions like hers, it was incredibly easy to get her favorite thing in the world… dick.
 
"So did Daddy tell you what the job interview was for, sweetie?" Anna said calmly, keeping her eyes focused on the road. "He wouldn't say. He just told me that he was the one who got it for you."
 
Emily shook her head, her blonde locks waving gently. "No, he didn't. I'm really not sure. I didn't even bring a resume or anything, he told me I wouldn't need it…" She was lying through her teeth.
 
Anna just raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well I'm sure if he picked it out, it'll be perfect for you, pumpkin."
 
Emily groaned. Pet names… so embarrassing! She pulled out her phone and spent the rest of the drive flicking through her Tumblr wall, angling the screen away from her mother so she wouldn't be able to tell she was looking at porn. Emily subscribed to a few dozen different creators, most of them… uploading pictures of the most hung dicks they could find. Enormous, vein-mapped fucktools that hung down to the knees, complete with fat juicy balls that contained more cum than she could drink. Most of the images were drawn, certainly the biggest, unreasonable ones were… but there were a few real life pictures of plus-size porn star cocks. She only wished she'd stuffed a vibrator into herself so she could pleasure herself without her mother knowing, but she figured that was too far for a simple job interview. It probably wouldn't last more than an hour.
 
At last, they arrived. Anna had been following a GPS the entire way, which her husband had set ahead of time, so she didn't even know where she was going until they got there. They'd travelled a good distance out of the city and into a sunny countryside. On the way, they'd passed at least half a dozen people riding horses… apparently it was a very popular place for riding. Anna's mother stopped the car, the tires grinding slightly against the gravel. They both looked up at the sign on the big building.
 
Jenkin's Family Equine-Breeders & Stables.
 
"Well, honey, this is it," Anna said hopefully, unlocking the car doors with a button on her armrest. "I hope you have a super time, I'm sure your father knows what he's doing. Maybe he even put in a good word for you, and you'll start the job today without even worrying about the interview." Anna leaned over and planted a loving kiss on her daughter's cheek before pulling back, her yellow sundress stretching to accommodate the wobbling of her melon-sized chest. 
 
"Aw… thanks mom. I'll see you later," she said with a tight-lipped, nervous smile. "I'll phone you when it's time to come pick me up, don't worry about it. Plus if they really are accepting me straight-away, I'll probably be here until at least midnight working my first shift." She kissed her mother on the lips, feeling strangely loving towards her for once. It just… felt nice getting driven out here out of the kindness of her heart. She grabbed her pink purse and hooked it over her shoulder, stepping out of the car.
 
"Aw, man…" she complained, watching mother pull away, blowing her one last kiss before revving the engine and gunning it down the street, obviously eager to head back home. She frowned. Her mom was probably going to spend the afternoon fucking her Daddy… and as far as she was concerned, her father's cum belonged to her now. Anna was never going to get pregnant again, so she might as well butt out and let her drain his balls dry every day instead of just the evenings when mom left on her girl's-night-outs. She glanced around, and, seeing nobody, gently touched herself through her skirt once again just to clear away some of her raging arousal. Because the driveway was made of gravel, she couldn't pop out her high heels yet, but as soon as she made it to the front door, she slipped off her pumps and put on a pair of bright pink heels, three inches tall. She took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
 
There was a rather grubby looking man sitting behind the counter. Emily let her breath out, and stepped forward, holding out her hand. "Good afternoon. I'm Emily, are you Mr. Jenkins?"
 
"Call me Kieth," he nodded, eyes looking her up and down in an instant. "You really dressed up for this. Did your daddy tell you what you were gonna be taking care of for us?"
 
"Of course he did," Emily said, putting her nose in the air and tossing her hair. "You think I'm stupid?"
 
"Now now, don't get so defensive, lady," he said, waving his hand derisively. "Just come over and show me all those skills your Daddy talks about." He patted his lap, and kicked his chair out a little from the desk, rolling on wheels.
 
"Fine," she said haughtily, tossing her hair again. Her shoes clacked against the tile floor as she made her way over to Kieth's desk. She stood in front of him and, without a word, sank to her knees and wiggled her way backwards a little, tucking herself snugly under his desk.
 
"There's a good girl. Now let's see what you can do," he said. He put his hands on her head, but she shook her head violently, shaking him free. "Jeesh, fine, do what you want," he grumbled, pushing his chair forward roughly, smacking her shoulders with his knees. "I'm going to take care of some paperwork, so get busy."
 
Emily was already breathing hard. She was so horny, she needed to masturbate, but she needed two hands to get at his dick. She reached up and popped the button on his pants open, then grabbed both legs and wiggled to get it down. "Don't be stupid," he said, jerking his leg to the side and knocking into her head. "I have a job to do here, if someone comes in I might need to stand up. Just unzip me and get going," he said, and she growled. She sucked dick her way. She knew what she liked and how to get it. This was definitely the first guy she'd ever blown who was complaining before she even whipped his dick out. 
 
"Fine," she hissed, releasing his belt and grabbing his zipper, jerking it down roughly, almost hoping he would get some of his hair caught in it and get torn out. Jerk would deserve it. With a practiced ease, she reached into his underwear and fished out his dick… "Wait, what?" she gasped, quite able to find his dick, but unable to find his head… She kept pushing her hand farther and farther down his pantleg, searching for it, and he laughed crassly. 
 
"Come on, Susie-Mae. Never seen a dick this big before? You're gonna see even bigger, I promise," he teased, reaching down and pulling out his massive cock for her. Emily shuddered at the size of it. Two enormous balls and a titanic dick drooped over them, the mushroomed head staring her right in the face. 
 
She felt herself flush. Her mouth filled with saliva, her heart beat faster, her pussy started to soak itself; she could easily feel it dripping through her panties… "Jesus," she swore, reaching up and brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "You should have told me, Mister. I woulda been much nicer to you~" she, and dove forward, wrapping her candied lips around that thick head. "Mmmmg." She couldn't even get her mouth all the way around the huge head! Unsure of what to do, she opened her jaw as far as it would go and pushed herself forward, trying to simply ram the dick into her mouth, but it bumped against her teeth, and she whimpered in pain as her jaw ached.
 
Kieth twitched. "Ow, owowow, teeth," he said, pushing her back off of his member. He chuckled. "Well well, Daddy was taking your skills a little out of proportion, hm?" he shook his head, amused, and tapped a small stopwatch. It stopped, and he cranked it back to the starting position. He was going to measure the amount of time it took her to make him cum, but that didn't matter much anymore. Once he'd helped her solve her little problem, it really wouldn't matter at all. "Come with me," he said, pushing back his chair and stuffing his cock back into his pantleg. She could see it now, it was completely obvious for a slut like her. Wordlessly she followed him deeper into the facility, passing through two doors until they got to what looked like an operating room. "Get up there," he said, helping her up onto the table. "Lie back," and she did what he said.
 
He spent a moment fussing with a medical cabinet before turning back to her and showing her what was in his hands. A small syringe and a little glass bottle. He gave it a good shake, then unscrewed the cap, and put the needle into the basin. "This is a knockout drug," he said slowly. "Way more powerful than the date-rape stuff you kids are using. It's about half-and-half Novocaine and Ketamine. The first one is what they use on you at the dentist's office. The second one…" he smirked. "Is horse tranquilizer. Now, I have your permission to use this, right?"
 
Emily nodded. "Daddy and I have used lots of drugs, mostly aphrodisiacs and stuff, but he said this might happen too." Like a practiced pro, she stuck out her arm, and he pulled back the plunger, sucking a few milligrams of his hillbilly concoction into the needle.
 
She gasped when it went in, but she didn't twitch. There was a pain, and a drop of blood, but the pain disappeared almost instantly and a warm, fuzzy feeling coursed through her arm. "Ooooooh," she mumbled, literally able to feel it buzz down to her fingertips and then back up her arm, she bit her lip as it hit her heart and suddenly it was everywhere. A thick, tingling buzz that felt like she was lounging in a warm shower, and a few seconds later it hit her brain and she came. She screamed out loud, screaming until her throat hurt, gripping her drooling cunt with both hands and shoving her fingers inside herself, not even having the presence of mind to brush her skirt out of the way first. Kieth chuckled as he watched the little whore push fabric into herself, moaning and squirming in a mind-melting orgasm, making a wet mess on the table. 
 
"There's a good girl. Now sleep, I want to get this done nice and quick…" The last thing she saw, through hazy, lust-clouded eyes, was Kieth coming towards her with a pair of pliers. 
 
* * * 
 
When she awoke, the first thing she felt was nothing. That is, most of her was numb, especially her mouth, and she gurgled gently, drooling on herself. She tried to close her mouth, but there was a strange softness that gave her pause. She literally couldn't tell if she was closing her mouth or not… it just felt so gummy. But, she reasoned, if my teeth aren't clacking together, then obviously I'm not closing my mouth. She reached up with numb hands and pushed her jaw shut, but there was no clack. Suddenly Emily shuddered, and poked her finger into her mouth.
 
Her teeth were gone. All of them. Removed in a backwoods medical procedure. 
 
"Oh, you're awake," Kieth said, nodding as he came around the corner. "Good, I was hoping it wouldn't be long. You have a lot of work to take care of."
 
She tried to speak, but all that came out was mumbling. Her tongue still worked, but it was impossible to make T- and S-sounds without her teeth. Even simple sounds like G and H were hard. But moreover, her mouth was completely numb from the Novocaine. "Fuck you," she managed to gargle out. 
 
"Don't worry, little bitch-breeder. When you're all done I'll make sure you have some dentures that fit so that nobody will be able to tell. It's just one of the facts of life when you're a breeding mare.
 
Emily shivered. Those words… breeding mare. That was what Daddy had called her job. She felt her pussy clench at the implication. Before she could ask further, Kieth disappeared, and Emily had a moment to look around.
 
She was in stables of some sort. There was hay on the ground, and it smelled strongly of horses. In front of her there was a block of wood, sparingly-furnished with soft leather. There was an arrow, and the words "Lie this way" written below it, indicating a direction. Curious, she got down on her knees and shuffled forward, nudging her thighs into the thing's leg-indentations. The block was the right size to keep her stomach propped up, but it wasn't very long, and let her breasts hang down, exposing their full, heavy, teardrop shape. Instead there were armrests, and, still curious, she set her arms into the indentations there too.
 
Though she didn't realize it, she'd inadvertently activated all four pressure points. Automatically, iron manacles slid around all four of her limbs, locking her in place. She shrieked and pulled away, calling out for Kieth, wherever he was.
 
He returned a few minutes later, when she had stopped trying to tug herself free and was just glowering. Her hair was a mess. Kieth laughed out loud when he saw her, even dropping the reins he was holding. "Wow, your daddy tol' me you were a whore, but I never realized it was gonna be this good. Settle in, my beauty, it's time to meet your first customer."
 
Emily was able to turn her head to the side enough to see him pick up the reins once again, and walk into the room, tugging a huge horse with a silken midnight coat behind him. She couldn't help but gasp: The animal was enormous, probably eight feet tall with its head raised, and six feet at the shoulder. Its brass shoes clopped loudly across the wooden floor as Kieth lead the beast forward, and tugged it around in front of her. The entire way, her eyes stared at the thing between its legs. To call this thing a cock would be an insult. No cock could possibly be that big, could it…? She thought of all the pictures she'd stared at on Tumblr earlier, nothing was that big, not even the images of heavy-dicked shemales. "Oh. My. God." She whispered, feeling herself salivate, feeling her pussy gush with moisture. 
 
"That's a good boy," Kieth said, patting the black beast's shoulder. "This here's your new mare." He was speaking to the horse. Kieth stared at her with a wide grin, looking at the unaccountably-sluttish look on her face as she stared at its dick. "His name is Diablo." He slapped its rear, and it trotted forward, its soft belly sliding over her head. "I'm sure you two have a lot to discuss, so I'll come back in a few hours when he's all finished up."
 
It was like a dream come true. No, it was a dream come true! The number of times Emily had fantasies about being fucked by a real alpha horse? She couldn't even count that high. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, and almost on cue, Diablo stepped forward and nudged his thick monster against her mouth. Without teeth to get in the way, her lips stretched out to an obscene degree, but only an inch inside she shuddered. He was way too thick… she tried to scream but, with a wet crack, her jaw broke, popped right out of its sockets like a snake's. It hurt, but she was still numb, and the Ketamine was still gushing through her system, lighting up every nerve like a Christmas tree. Diablo didn't even seem to notice that he'd broken her jaw on the first pass, he just kept walking forward, stuffing inch after inch of thick cock down her throat. Now the reason for the restraints was obvious: It wasn't to stop her from running away, it was because if she wasn't literally tied down, the horse would just push her around the room without actually fitting down her throat. And the knowledge that she was strapped to a block which was nailed to the floor was just about the happiest thought she'd ever had in her entire life.
 
Diablo kept coming. As she felt him throb, she also felt him thicken, and with a spark of horror she realized… he wasn't even erect. He was just toying with her. She gurgled loudly as she felt her neck bulge out with the girth of his dick, literally able to feel every vein on his meat as it poured into her. This dick… it was four feet long when it started, how much bigger was it going to get when he was hard!? She could only hope it wouldn't kill her!
 
And that's when she felt it. The rush of blood to his equine member that meant there was no turning back. Emily's eyes rolled back as the cock swelled to 12 inches in diameter in her throat, bulging her out like a fucktoy. His bulge was right between her breasts now, big enough that it almost looked like she had a third boob, her perfect cleavage totally evaporated by the unimaginable size of this monster's dick. She came suddenly, her toes clenching as an orgasm rocked through her, and she realized just how badly she had needed it. She could feel his dick in her stomach, easily brushing her organs out of the way to make room for more horsecock. Her heart fluttered, throbbing against Diablo's own throbbing, and her nipples leaked milk into her shirt, darkening the tips.
 
The taste was impossible… she'd never tasted a dick this good before. It was pure virility, like this was the cock that could have spawned the entire universe from its tip. This dick was God. Far better than even Daddy's thick cock. She moaned around Diablo's rod, eyes rolled back so far you couldn't see anything but the whites. His veins were standing out of the bulge running down her entire body, and she could feel his flare press against her pussy, almost like it was calling to him, calling to him to breed.
 
Even better, she could feel his cum. Cum, thick and hot, pumping down his five-foot throbbing cock, and she could feel it spill into her body far below her mouth. Her lipstick was almost completely rubbed away, and he hadn't even gotten all the way inside yet, still pushing deeper, bulging deeper, pleasuring her more and more! The bulge in her stomach slowly lost its rock-solid definition as she swelled with thick horsecum. First the veins disappeared, and then the twelve-inch shaft itself was muted by the enormous, pregnant bulge of her belly. Because she was still strapped into the block, she had to shove her ass in the air to make more room, and still more and more of it came.
 
At last, she felt his balls nudge against her mouth. She managed to refocus her eyes, getting a face full of horsedick, and the bathtub-sized nuts dangling below. Diablo wasn't having an orgasm, at least not a normal one… liters of semen oozed into her with every passing second, until the manacles popped off automatically. Diablo was far too thick that she would ever slide off now, and he whinnied loudly, stepping to the side. Emily shrieked as she fell a foot, her enormous stomach easily cushioning the blow, but bulging out to the sides. She felt herself jiggle, cum gushing from her nose and her mouth, and she tried to clamp down her throat so that none of that beautiful cum would get away… it worked.
 
But it still needed somewhere to go. Emily felt her breasts tingle, and then suddenly they began to expand, doubling in size in seconds. Her bra snapped, her shirt ripped, and in ten seconds there was no bra on earth that would have fit her. They were huge, teardrop-shaped, and gushing milk from dinnerplate-sized nipples, being filled with warm cum from within. Sweat dripped from every inch of her body, warmed by Diablo's hellish cock and cum, and at last her brain switched off, every human thought disappearing from her mind as she descended into an eternity of pleasure.
 
 
* * *
 
Kieth arrived five hours later. He raised his eyebrows at what he saw.
 
Emily was literally almost the size of the barn. Diablo was on his hind legs, with his forelegs perched on her unimaginably-huge stomach, still pissing liters of cum down her throat. She could barely even glance in his direction, giving him a weak wave. Her body had almost completely disappeared under layer after layer of thick sperm.
 
"That's enough, boy," Kieth said loudly, cupping his hands to his mouth. Diablo snorted, irritated, but clumsily climbed off of his fucksleeve, pulling all six feet of dick out of her. She spurted cum like a broken fire hydrant, gallons of it gushing free of her mouth before she managed to reach up and crack her jaw back into place, allowing her to close her mouth. The pressure of cum in her mouth made her cheeks bulge outwards, but she managed to keep it inside after that.
 
"Mmmmg?" she was able to mumble, but nothing else.
 
Kieth laughed loudly. "Oh, you like her? That's a good boy." He patted Diablo's nose, and the horse wiggled slightly, swishing his tail impatiently. He glanced at Emily. "Well, that's his precum taken care of. Try to roll over onto your back so that he can get at your pussy, and we can really get going." 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 