Preface: This story contains bondage, cross dressing, some MtF transformation, and just a ton of horsecock, so Be Warned!
Main character: Androgynous male OC (currently unnamed)
CH1 —
It was very unexpected when my uncle passed away in the spring and left this small backcountry farm behind. Being the only adult in the family without a job, the responsibility fell to me. Having finished school recently and been spending the last few weeks job hunting, I was caught off guard when this job was essentially assigned to me. I was hoping to find a job somewhere closer to the coast, maybe even near one of the big cities, so I wasn't thrilled to be stuck in a run down farm in the middle of nowhere for my summer, and at least a few months more.
Despite my attitude being quite negative, I've grown more appreciative of this job and it's more nuanced elements. Having to keep track and upkeep of so many components to keep the farm productive is quite the task, and hold its own satisfaction. The main drag was that being alone on a farm, with basically no socializing, can get quite dull after a while. I didn't have much energy left at the end of the day to go into town, so I ended up just collapsing in my bed at the end of every day.
This has the side effect of leaving me very pent up after the first week. There was no semblance of technology, much less internet out here, so I was only left with my imagination to satisfy my urges. This left me desperately horny all the time, and caused me to reach really low for release some times. This is how I found my eyes wandering in the barn one warm summer afternoon, and locking eyes with something that might be my salvation from the burning lust that was bothering me so much.
During the day, I went to feed Brutus, my one horse on the property. With my head swimming with lust fueled daydreams, I absentmindedly filled his trough with hay. While I was filling it, my eyes somehow wandered over to his undercarriage, where I bore witness to his massive horse cock that was out and dangling below his stomach. I was shocked as his limp cock must have been at least 2 feet long, immediately making my cock twitch in my work jeans. This prompted my daydreams to quickly lock into fantasization about how I could use a rod of that size. My head then immediately jumped to the thought of running my tongue along the stiff shaft and planting deep red lipstick marks all over his massive balls. In a moment of sobriety, I dismissed the thoughts and went back to finishing my daily tasks.
I couldn't keep the thought of what I saw out of my head that night. Sitting on my bed in my cabin, the thought came into my mind; what if Brutus would actually let me do something like that? My cock twitched with anticipation in my pants, and I walked through the scenario in my head. After somehow crafting a situation in my mind where I wouldn't get kicked in the face, I made my mind up. I felt nervous, but I had to come to terms with the fact that I was definitely going to sneak out to the stables tonight and find out for myself.
As night fell, I hastily applied an unnecessarily thick layer of cherry red lipstick from my dresser before getting dressed for bed. I then put on my white nightgown and slipped out of my cabin. My nipples hardened quickly in the cold night air, poking through the sheer fabric of my gown. After arriving at the barn, I carefully opened the side door to the old building so as to not to stir the horse. I located Brutus' stall and climbed up a hay bale, hopping over the old wooden wall of his stall. Brutus was startled by my presence when I climbed in. I heard him whinny as I approached his head. I came up next to the massive horse and he stuck his cold nostrils in my direction.
"Brutus, don't worry, it's just me." I said in a calming tone. "I'm here to make you feel good tonight, okay?"
Brutus turned his head and sniffed me with his heavy, wet nose. His eyelids grew heavy and his huge head slacked to the side as he relaxed a bit. I wanted to show Brutus that I wasn't a threat to him. I lightly grabbed his nose, then ran my hands along his entire jaw line. Then I went down his throat, patting and rubbing along his large neck until he seemed to be calm. I stood next to him now, and nervously crouched down until I was eye level with his massive balls and darkly colored sheath.
It was time to see what I was working with. I slowly reached up and cupped his huge balls with my hands. They felt firm and substantial, naturally cupping around my fingers without any effort. I marveled at the sheer heft of the things as I slowly brought my head closer to get a better look. As my face drew near, I could feel the heat radiating off of them, and I could feel them pulsing with his heartbeat with my hand. I then planted my first kiss onto his left testicle. This made me quickly lose control as I started sucking his balls greedily and giving them a gentle kneading with my fingers. Brutus remained stoic throughout this initial act, and seemed receptive to my actions. I then rose up and stared at his testicles to see red lipstick marks obscenely scattered all over his inky black ball. Satisfied with my work, I moved to do the same to the rest of his sack.
I found myself thoroughly enjoying worshiping his balls with my mouth. I loved the feel of their leathery texture against my tongue, and the throbbing veins against my lips. Lost in pleasure, I almost missed the sound coming from the sheath as his gigantic 3 foot equine cock sprung from its home. As I continued to kiss and suck his balls, a thick line of precum began dripping down, originating from the tip of his penis. The strand hung from the flared tip like a broken faucet, and pooled on the floor beneath like a puddle of rain. I had never seen such a thick rope of flowing precum in my entire life. I was so excited to take this giant into my mouth, that I got down on my knees and took his massive shaft with one hand and started to run my tongue up and down its length.
While this was happening, the translucent fabric of my nightgown had become tented with my, by comparison, cute little cock. The fact that my little tool couldn't even hold a candle to the one I was currently tongue-polishing turned me on more than I even thought possible. Despite this, my little meat stick still demanded attention, and giving in, I decided to give it some. With my spare hand, I reached down and released my tiny cock from its sheer prison, exposing it to the cold night air, sending a cold shiver up my spine. I then started slowly working my uncut length with a few fingers, making sure to go slowly so as to not end the night prematurely.
Meanwhile, I continued to lubricate Brutus' shaft with my mouth as he started to slowly rock his body back and forth, seemingly signaling his approval. I then decided it was time that I took the tip, and began sucking on its flared rim. I then opened as wide as I could and took the slightly flared shaft wholly into my mouth. As I moved down the shaft, I could feel my neck and throat being stretched to accommodate the massive length as it passed my uvula.
As I went further down on the massive rod, my lips left smeared, red lipstick rings behind, marking my progress. They were only visible for one stroke, as each one was replaced by a new one further up as I went deeper. I sputtered as it traveled further down my throat and into my esophagus. Curious, I removed my fingers from my cock and reached up to feel the bulge in my neck with my hand. I could feel my tiny Adam's apple sticking out on top of the massive bulge that my neck had become. This turned me on far more than masturbating ever did, so I simply placed both hands on his balls, and started to knead them like fresh balls of dough. I could feel how this resulted in an increased volume of precum dripping down my throat, and I moaned onto his shaft in response.
Brutus had acted pretty indifferent this whole time until I had gotten his cock most of the way down my throat. Suddenly, the massive horse had decided to take charge, thrusting his hips forward, with his cock still firmly in my throat. Overwhelmed with the sudden pressure, I tried to back off the shaft as he moved. Unfortunately, I had not accounted for the hay bale which had been behind me, and directly under him this whole time. Before I could come up with a solution, Brutus had pinned me between the bale and his strong and muscular hind legs, with his cock digging deep into my throat. He started pushing his shaft deeper and deeper with every inch of his girth, completely disregarding my lungs which had started to run out of air around his cock. Just as my vision went dark, Brutus withdrew a few inches, as if he sensed I needed to get a breath down. After this, he surged forward, plunging his shaft even farther into my trachea, almost penetrating my stomach.
Brutus had established a steady rhythm of fucking my face, which left me just enough time to breath in and out every other stroke. Accommodating this pace, I placed my two hands on his shaft and started milking his cock for all its worth. The action allowed me to take shallow breaths, and as I looked up I could see his penis start to swell in my mouth. The handsome stud kept thrusting faster, leaving me with less and less breath each time. The looming thought of passing out both scared me, and turned me on greatly. My body reacted to this sudden act of domination with extreme excitement, as I felt a small drop of precum slide slowly slide down my small cock.
I had no warning when Brutus decided he was ready to release. The only indication I received was him unceremoniously ramming over half of his massive cock down my throat, stopping with his medial ring on my lips. I felt the flared tip impact the bottom of my stomach as he prepared to fill me with load. He then unleashed a flood of hot equine baby batter into my belly, my eyes rolling back into my head with pleasure. I could feel rope after rope after rope of thick semen shoot down my throat and fill my stomach with his pearly treasure. It was eventually so much that I felt my stomach stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of fluid. I could feel my center of gravity shifting as I reached down with both my hands and pressed them against the ever expanding bulge in my midriff. I then moved them lower, cradling the warm, sloshing cum sack with my arms like a pregnant woman.
After I was sure my stomach would explode, Brutus pulled out his cock with an audible pop sound. I didn't have time to catch my breath as my near bursting stomach decided I could handle Brutus' full load. I don't know how many liters of cum I threw up onto the ground, but it ended up barely reducing the size of my now massively bulged belly. Honestly, I looked at least 7 months pregnant with horse jizz. Still panting, I looked down and stared at my now distorted figure and looked up to address the one responsible.
"Fuck Brutus! I need to be able to walk, you know."
As I finally recovered my breath, I reached out my shaking hand and grabbed his massive cock and stroked it, making sure to empty every last drop out of his now partially flaccid shaft. The beast gave me a single chuff of approval, and waited patiently for me to finish. I sat there for many minutes trying to recover from the ordeal I just endured when I looked down and saw my still erect cock pathetically poking up out from below my cum covered stomach. It was aching for release, clearly indicated by the small drops of precum that dotted the floor below me. It was then that I knew I wasn't finished yet. Brutus had his fun, now I needed mine.
I slowly stood up and awkwardly maneuvered my abused body to get under him. His cum sloshed in my swollen belly as I got down on my hands and knees. Finally in position, I removed my now cum soaked nightgown and tossed it aside, revealing my tight, virgin asshole to the cold night air. Brutus' shaft harder again in response to me getting under him. He let out another satisfied chuff he started to poke my rear entrance with his now rock hard and properly lubricated shaft. I hesitantly pushed back as his flared tip lined up with my tight hole. With one more push, he penetrated me, easily pushing through the right entrance as if it were gaping. In seconds, I had nearly taken a foot of his massive length inside of me. It hurt like hell, having my most sensitive part violated like this. But it didn't hurt nearly as much as it felt amazing.
Words struggle to describe the euphoria caused by having your insides reshaped around a cock like his. I felt every inch being pistoned in and out of me. His veins pulsed and his shaft throbbed against my inner walls, pushing my mind over the edge with pleasure. Not to mention how the sheer girth absolutely squashed my prostate, making my flopping cock spray clear fluid all over my bloated stomach with every impact. I started to lose track of time, and all cognitive thought turned into an obsessive yearning for more of Brutus' cock.
After what must have been half an hour of pounding, Brutus did something that I wouldn't have expected for a horse to be capable of doing. He rammed his cock very firmly into me, impaling on his meat stick like a kebab. He then slowly leaned back and got up on his hind legs, propping his front ones on the gate of his stall, lifting me into the air with it. With my feet now dangling a few inches off the floor, and my body suspended on his massive member, the massive horse started to buck me up and down like a car jack. I was left sliding up and down gigantic cock mid air like some sort of living fleshlight.
I continued to rock back and forth on his cock, all the while being slammed by his great shaft without mercy. After settling into this rhythm, I reached up and Looped a hand around each of his front legs to stabilize myself. This in turn made him glide in and out more smoothly, prompting me to experience even more pleasure. The abuse both my asshole and prostate were experiencing was pushing me closer and closer to my own release. Eventually, I looked down to the flared head of his dick poking through the cum bulge in my stomach. Just the sight of this pushed me over the edge, and made me release my pent up load which slowly drizzled out onto the floor. The thin and somewhat pathetic ropes quickly disappeared into the pool of his thick, white cum on the floor below.
Brutus however seemed unaware of this and kept thrusting deeply inside of me over and over. I was left in a state of suspended consciousness from being stimulated beyond my own orgasm. The only information I could consciously process anymore was the slapping of his still heavy balls on the back of my tiny, leaking sack with every upwards stroke. I came again and again, losing count of the orgasms as Brutus quickened his pace, likely approaching his second release.
I was still riding the tail end of another orgasm as his second load began to surge into me, pushing the limits of what my insides could handle. I looked down to see my stomach expand once again as my own tiny cock disappeared under an ocean of pale, cum bloated skin. I could feel each rope and every contraction of his balls against my own as it flowed down the length of Brutus' rock hard shaft and into my cum hungry belly. He impregnated me with a second round of equine baby batter, sealing my fate as his own personal cum dump going forward.
Just as I thought it was almost over, and Brutus would release me, he hefted me up even higher on his cock. I felt the flared head pushing up, deeper and deeper into my stomach. It traveled through the cum, rising to the top of my stomach, threatening to enter my esophagus the opposite way. His remaining length soon overcame the barrier of my asshole as the head surged upwards. I felt it as it stretched my throat once again, pushing its way up, kissing my uvula as it emerged. I couldn't look down as I felt the head coming up, stretching my throat as I was being impaled all the way though, like a pig being spitroasted. It came erupting out of my mouth, still shooting thick, hot ropes of sperm like some sort of cum volcano. My vision blurred as ropes of cum fell on my face and bulging stomach. I was starting to blackout as I went completely limp, arms and legs dangling, fully impaled on his cock like a corndog on a stick. I came one last time, barely shooting out anything resembling cum as my shriveled, vestigial balls could only produce a small load of clear fluid at this point.
Finally, the beast finished depositing his load in me and got down off the stall door. Gravity took over as I slid off his massive rod. I deposited, belly first, onto the cum soaked cement below. A torrent of cum came gushing out from both ends as my stomach was squeezed by my body weight. All the while Brutus seemed to not care as he walked a few steps away towards the half empty trough on the other side of the stall. His warm cum ran out of my ass, and over my limp cock and balls, giving me goosebumps. My belly only deflated about half way, leaving me resting on a still bloated stomach. I flipped over to assess the damage, and saw that I still looked at least half way into the pregnancy cycle. After the afterglow ran out, I closed my heavy eyelids and fell asleep from pure exhaustion with a smile on my face and a thick line fo cum dribbling out of my mouth.