Seeing a face she recognized, she immediately walked behind the counter and washed her hands, preparing to help freed the animals on an attempt to talk to her grandmother. Mrs. Smith was a 780 lbs, 7 foot mare with a silver mane, donned in nothing but an apron, flies swarming around her backside as her tail lazily swats them away. She appreciated Jen stepping up and helping her with the line, wondering what is was that this girl needed now. Once the crowd had gotten their seconds and thirds, the line finally dissolved, letting Jen finally talk to her grandmother.
“Hungry crowd, huh?”
“Yes they were, thanks for your help dear.”
“Of course, say can you tell me the story of this place again?”
“What, first you help me work, now you want to hear my favorite story? Are you sure you don’t just want the keys so you can go into town again?”
The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, what was the rest of the world like? There apparently was a town you had to drive to, meaning it was either a very large farm, or a pretty secluded area.
“I’ll figure that out later, you’re what’s important right now, so tell me.”
Jennifer took a seat right beside her grandmother’s designated story-time chair, which was massive, iron-framed rocking chair with a wood seat and back. She sat in the chair and it creaked under her weight, but it held together. Even though she didn’t know her granddaughter’s real intentions, she would humor her, she did love the story of her success and was happy to share it with her lineage.
I was just a little filly when I was put in stocks and forced to pull plows for human slave drivers. We were barely fed, the other animals and I, but we were forced to work hard. One day, the humans heard of a special serum promised to double the strength of the animals instantly so they could put in twice the work without having to waste resources on feeding. The greedy humans bought several of those serums and talked among themselves to see where would be best to put them. One of the animals fell sick, so I ran to the humans to get help, only to get smacked and pushed aside. I took one of those serums while they weren’t looking and ran it back to my friend, pouring the whole thing into their mouth. I watched them change before my eyes. They started growing big and tall, their muscles growing and their illness vanished instantly. They also grew pretty hung as well, and they smelled so good-” Jennifer was losing her grandma quickly, so she had to break her out of the horny thought. She used a nearby barrel to make noise loud to get her grandma’s attention. Mrs. Smith broke out of her trance and looked around the room as she got her bearings. “Where was I dear?”
“You gave your best friend a serum that made them better.”
“Oh right! Thank you! So with them being twice the creature they were before, they broke us from our cells and marched right up to the slave drivers. The looks on their faces like they’d shit themselves. They gave everyone a serum and before long, we were all strong and healthy. But we didn’t know what all that serum did, because it didn’t just make us bigger. Sweetheart, there’s a reason why your Gran’s 7 feet tall and almost 800 lbs, and it ain’t magic. When I broke out on my own, I was a strong 6 feet, 200 lb horse girl trying to find a stallion and a farm. We worked our muscles sore, but I figured I would find me a stallion with some good home cooking. You know how my recipes go, so I sampled em until I was happy. And I fed anyone I could, now finding out I can make the serum myself. And then comes your granddaddy, a gaudy colt from northern town that looked at mud like it was the plague. I’ll tell you what, he was right intimidated by me, I had grown to be 6’2” and 250 lbs when he first saw me. I fed him for the first time, and it was like a butterfly taking flight for the first time. He was a beautiful Clydesdale that grew to be 6’5” and 300 lbs of pure muscle. That hunk of a stallion put my friend to shame, so I married that boy and fed him up real good. Between us two horses, we got this farm here almost to the way it is now, with my cooking he had reached the 500s and was towering 6’8”, his muscle hiding under the padding I gave him. But old girl wasn’t done yet, I hadn’t even gotten to 7 feet myself, and I wasn’t but a 375 strumpet compared to that man. Then I fell sick, so naturally, he fed me, using the recipe I put up in my kitchen. Before long, your uncle was born and I never shed the baby weight, I think I might’ve absorbed the baby weight and turned it to muscle because that very year we overhauled the barn into more of a living space.”
Jennifer had to stop and process the story so far, her grandmother got a serum that turned her from a normal horse into a muscular anthro, worked on a farm, learned how to make the serum, and massed produced it in her food so that she became closer to the size she was now. She wondered how her implanted memories fit in with her life now and she began to connect the dots. Well, she does have more to tell, does Jen keep listening or does Jen find someone else to talk to?