My name is Michelle Whitney. I used to be a normal, white collar kind of office woman. I worked in sales for a printing company that sold magazines and stuff. I did a pretty good job of it too, regularly pulling in sales figures that put me up in the top 10 at the office. I had a husband, but I widowed him recently. I am now a single mother to my teenage son Kevin, and my daughter who just graduated college Deborah.
These days I still work is sales, but not for my old company, and definitely not as a normal person. The company was holding a raffle for some kind of mystery prize that was rumored to be more luxurious than luxurious. I only bought like three tickets, but I still won the raffle, and discovered just what was in store for me. I was taken away by a company owned car to this crazy science facility near the rich people neighborhood, and was told that I was extremely lucky to get to have this procedure done to my body.
A Queen’s Stallion. The moment they told me that was what I was going to be turned into my heart lodged up in my throat! Me?! A Dorse?! With my income?! I heard all about these things on the news about these 1% types blowing fuck knows how much money to be turned into a phallic horse creature. Just another way for people to brag about how rich they are by willingly crippling themselves and turning into the ultimate sex object. I didn’t have that kind of money!
Of course, since I won the procedure as a prize, I was told that my needs could be effectively taken care of for free. More than that, the compensation I would receive would be astronomical, allowing me to retire for two lifetimes! Plus, I could sell my semen to various horse breeders around the country for extra money, since dorse semen is highly sought after in those markets. Then again, I did still live with a child who still needed taking care of. A teenager sure, but still!
Nonetheless, I went through with the procedure and came out the other end with some crazy new feelings. I felt backed up, like my new three foot python was about to burst. My anus and my pussy itched and ached for penetration, and my tongue craved the salty bitter taste of semen. I could barely speak until they brought me off and stuck the vibrator into my butt. I felt normal enough after that, and was given a laundry list of things I needed to do for my health from now on. Then I was brought home with my new personal caretaker, a younger lady named Marcy. It took a lot of explaining to get Kevin on board with the new me, but I think he’s come around.
My life is certainly different now, that’s for sure.