Hey dummy, when first I tried the program I laughed at the unlikelihood it would never do as it suggested was possible. And then what, to pick as a subject, wanting to become as some random person’s penis?
What a goof ball idiot I was, and maybe still am, feeling assured that someone did all the work to create a computer program, and I foolishly decide it would not work anyway!"
Total power corrupts then totally, ha that is a laugh too, and checking silly choices as to the program’s parameters.
What fool answers, eyes-yes, smell-no, taste-yes, appendages-no, sensations-yes, enhanced-sensation-yes, human-yes, animal-no and then clicking “Save.” All was saved with the exception of the final choice, that as of duration. The more I thought about what were truly erotic answers to a perverse idea, my seeing the last question it welled up inside my head the thought of this is all idiocy.
Idiocy, became my newest trait, and then boldly to typing the duration choice as being “Permanent,” or like irreversible, as if becoming the life force embedded into another man’s penis was as something special…
I was aware and all my divine given senses told me not to do, not to try, but the program was a farce!
As then, hitting the “Enter” key, effectively saving what I felt assured could not be real, would not really work, I heard a high pitch whistling tone rush from my left ear, through my dumb skull to and out my right ear, as all my bodily sensations went dull.
I became as lacking any and all abilities for communication, and then suddenly everything went black, I entered a limbo state. It is still as horrifying to think about how it first felt to be as if caught by an uncontrolled power holding me of mind, body, and soul as in a medium state of non-existence.
Thinking hard as back to when it happened, there was a voice calling to me, “Jeff, Jeff, you are mine now!”
Me mine as if his but who was he, and worse where was I, the wish then hit me hard, hard is that wonderful word!
Hey stupid keep your mind set on one problem at a time, you were recalling as to how you got to being a horse cock. Feeling then as temporarily placed, but somewhere I must have fouled to touching one keyed choice as I know I was the cock to a stud dog.
Damn but that whole time of sensing being kept mostly up inside a hot, oily sheath, but given a harsh release when the dog got me aroused and erect. It felt wonderful when for a few minutes of wild thrusts that to feel the cool sensation of clear air; only to know when he stabbed me into the bitch, her body heat was like entering a toaster oven.
Vile did I feel, hot, and pounded ever deeper until some bone as part of my midriff jerked sideways and locked me inside that hell hole of a dog cunt; it was like living in hell.
As shortly after the boner quelled and I was ripped away from out that lusty bitch, something reoccurred, I entered a sensation of limbo, as if floating, tumbling along with the winds. Winds maybe true, or tossed into the river of time and events until I hit something and felt wrapped around it, to then melding, seeing into it through pores in the skin, to awaken a second time as here, here in a sheath.
Ha, as this new me is not all so bad if you had to be a penis!
My host stallion seems to be as young, horny, liking to sniff and licking the slick as wet, weeping vulva on many a mare. I wondered how I knew that I could feel the leathery texture of a mare vulva lips. As I knew then the contours of her cunt, of how she smelled and the flavor to her vaginal juices; all these sensation were gifted me through the mind of my stallion host.
So what then Jeff, well dummy, it was me who typed my future into a queer computer program and feeling erotic about testing it got me to being here, wherever here is?
Here Jeffery is where you as a horse cock getting to feel the cool or warm breezes. Here is where your mother’s son thought was a better place to live life than being a person. Better Jeffery, not so much as better, but sensual, erotic, those are the two delights known best to the cock of a horse!
Ha, where are we today, what day, any day, what the fuck do I care about a almanac while stuck living from one arousal to the next time the urine flows, or my host beats me at his furred tummy, and we masturbate.
Masturbation, yea Jeff you did like the feel when stroking it, but never did you think to check the flavor of your…
Yet horse semen, is silken, creamy, salty, and the flavor has a slight clover to alfalfa taste, not far from the smell of parsley. If being a cock for life the occasional flavor of stallion semen is a nice break away from the salty, acrid to vile taste known to urine.
Whoop, whoop, I feel an urge coming, it is an arousal, time to be the sensual distal head and glans of close to two feet long my cock body. He up there is aroused and my cock body is as about bloated as it could get. I am wagged by his excellent libido presence, beating me his male meat, I felt twice then hitting his furred tummy; the slight stroking of me across his body fur is more a wild thrill than I ever could imagine.
He has a scent, it is that of a mare, and his balls, or my brains are his scrotum, the sensation of ejaculating from your mind a quart maybe of pre-cum and silken semen, is a BLAST!