Later that night, Jennifer laid on the massive bed of her home theater room, her family, still naked, passed out post orgy. She looked at her changed parents; as with the other equine families, Jennifer’s mother had become the matriarch of the family, and just like all equines did, Jennifer and Emma referred to her as “Mother” and their former father, now weak and happily dominated by her wife, as “Mom.” Jennifer, strangely enough, had a far better relationship with her parents now.
“Mother,” Emilia Clark, had been a pretentious trophy wife, arm candy for “Mom,” a business executive named Paul Smith. With the ever changing family dynamics, Jennifer’s family name had changed from Smith to Clark, though Jennifer was so used to being called “Smith” that she took on the hyphenated last name “Smith-Clark” instead.
Now, Emilia was caring and loving, even aside from the sex and perversion that equines demonstrated. She was firm, and Jennifer appreciated that her own Goddess-like status hadn’t dissuaded Emilia from treating her just like Emma. Gone was the weak arm candy, replaced by a sexy, dominant, perverse horse herm.
Jennifer’s former father, who now went by Paula, was far kinder and sweeter to her family, as well as the equines around her. She loved being fucked hard by Emilia, and just like Emilia, she enjoyed the family time she now got to spend with everybody.
And Emma, well, back when they were regular humans, Emma and Jennifer didn’t speak. It wasn’t that they hated each other, they just ran in different circles.
All in all, Jennifer enjoyed her new life greatly, even with the magic perverting her every thought. Even as she was trying to objectively document her family’s changes, her eyes kept wandering to their naked bodies. She felt her cock move a bit in its sheath, though she managed to hold off an erection as she soon dozed off…
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“Jennifer? Sweetie? Those sexy little lab whores are here for you.” Jennifer heard Emilia say. She awoke from her slumber and stretched.
“Thank you, mother.” Jennifer said.
“Of course! I hope you have a great day. Make sure to milk yourself, I don’t want your balls getting too full.” Emilia said, kissing Jennifer on the mouth and fondling her ball sack.
Jennifer moaned and nodded. The rest of her family had already gone about their day, and Jennifer quickly moved to her room. She grabbed a fresh set of lingerie, cleaned courtesy of her loyal maids, and a lab coat to throw over it. She also grabbed a pair of heels, threw them on, and set off for the front door.
Jennifer happily greeted Zoe, Cynthia, and Eleanor, and the three flirted as they walked towards Zoe’s lab.
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Later that day, Jennifer was in her office, a small but luxurious room in the back of Zoe’s lab, having a discussion with Eleanor.
“Your magic will grow exponentially the more equines you convert. You should be able to use some magic now, though it won’t be very strong.” Eleanor explained.
“Okay, so if I wanted to summon a really smart scientist…” Jennifer started.
“You could. Focus really hard on doing that. But they’ll probably be within a few hundred miles.” Eleanor plainly stated.
Jennifer focused as hard as she could. She could feel the presence of all slutmares, from Mareville to Clear Lakes to Italy. She shuddered with the power; it felt good to have that many converts. Then, Jennifer focused on finding the smartest scientist she could.
Meanwhile, at a research lab in California, biologist Catherine Powell was eating lunch. Catherine was a quiey, mousy woman with a bob of short, messy brown hair. She was 5’2 and skinny as a rail. Her big glasses hid her face, as did her bangs. She was among the most intelligent and hardest working scientists in the lab, but because of bureaucracy and her own timidness, she’d been passed over for promotion many times over.
The 30 year old woman was tired of being the lackey, tired of being single, tired of being alone, anxious, and depressed. She sighed as she ate her tuna salad sandwich. Being so intelligent felt more like a curse than a gift. She was smart enough to work on these theories, but not smart enough to prove anything.
Suddenly, her vision shimmered.
“What’s happening? Are my eyes going?” She said to herself.
And just like that, Catherine was sitting in Jennifer’s office.
“What… where am I? How did you…” Catherine stuttered out. She’d never been around horse herms before, and that added to her bewilderment.
“Aha! It worked! Magic is so awesome!” Jennifer exclaimed, doing a little fist pump and causing her huge jugs to jiggle erotically; Catherine felt her eyes wander toward them.
“Oh, you must be so confused. I’m sorry. My name is Jennifer and this is Eleanor. I’m the leader of the slutmares and she’s a witch. She’s helped me summon you here.” Jennifer said.
“You summoned me? How does that… Magic’s real?” Catherine finally gasped out.
“Oh, it’s very real. Science is simply the human understanding of magic.” Eleanor replied.
Catherine was stunned. She looked over at Eleanor - another sexy herm, another strange feeling of arousal from Eleanor - and back at Jennifer, who was now right in her face.
“Ah!” Catherine said, a bit shocked.
“Sorry for sneaking up on you. And sorry for this, but I need to try something.” Jennifer said, kissing Catherine on the mouth.
Catherine’s head spun as her mind was loaded with information.
She remembered. These… slutmares didn’t exist until recently. And Catherine could see that other, magic free reality. Jennifer broke the kiss.
“What… this is incredible…” Catherine said.
“Catherine. I’ve got a proposal for you. I could give you a perfect life in that alternate reality. Money, love, happiness, you’d forget all about this. Or… I could convert you, and we could work together. You’d become part of this royal cabinet, and once the world is fully changed, you’ll live a life of pleasure and luxury.” Jennifer said.
“Jennifer… may I…” Catherine motioned towards Eleanor. “I don’t mean to be rude…”
“Oh, I understand. Call me in when you’re ready, Jennifer.” Eleanor said, leaving the room.
“I… I know you called me here because of aptitude. The truth is… I don’t… I want to be… I’ll join you, but I don’t wish to be intelligent anymore, Jennifer. I want you to take that from me, make me a mindless equine whore. But I know that’s not fair…” Catherine said.
Jennifer smiled.
“How about we do this? I’ll make you into a hot, slutty, ditzy bimbo, but I’ll make you perfectly capable of doing lab work. Your intelligence will still be in tact, but you’ll be able to turn it off.” Jennifer said.
Catherine’s eyes lit up.
“Please! Oh please, Miss Jennifer, oh I’d love that so much!” Catherine said.
“Okay, good.” Jennifer said, pulling off her lab coat, revealing the lingerie beneath. Jennifer pulled her bottoms off.
Catherine was a bit shocked, but stared intently at the soft horse cock, hidden within its sheath.
“Generally, I just give my new girls a bit of milk. But if you want to really get into the depraved, the slutty, the perverted bimbo lifestyle, I think you should start with my cock.” Jennifer said.
“Yes… yes Jennifer, I will.” Catherine said, gulping.
She fondled Jennifer’s massive balls. Catherine watched in excitement as Jennifer’s cock began to come out of its sheath. Getting on her knees, she crawled towards and put her face near the cock, getting a whiff of Jennifer’s strong musk emanating from both her horsey cunt and her massive balls.
Cautiously, she stuck her tongue out, licking one of Jennifer’s massive testicles. The taste was far better than Catherine ever could’ve imagined, and soon, she was licking all over Jennifer’s huge, fully erect cock.
Catherine tried not to gag as she took Jennifer’s cock in her mouth. She could only get a few inches in at a time, but as Jennifer’s cock sprayed precum and worked its magic, Catherine was able to take more and more of the beast of a cock.
Deepthroating the whole thing now, Catherine moaned as her throat was filled with jizz. She swallowed it, savoring the tasty cream and feeling her transformation start.
Catherine’s ears changed to horse ears and moved to the top of her head as a tail sprouted above her rear. Her genitals changed to a horse’s, as did her anus. A cock began to grow above her now equine pussy.
Her body hair disappeared, as did any flaws with her skin or face. Her hair grew long and turned platinum blonde; her ears and tails changed color to match it. Her height changed, making her 6 feet tall even. Her core compressed and became muscular as her formerly narrow hips widened out. Her ass and breasts ballooned out dramatically, becoming massive, perfect spheres, even larger than an average equine’s. Her milk filled tits were capped off with impressively long nipples. Her face became absolutely slutty, a pair of fat DSLs covered in permanent pink lipstick and an expression that said “fuck me” on it all hours of the day. Catherine’s natural body odor changed to the far more pleasant scent that all horse herms created.
As Catherine’s larger than regular balls grew in and her cock stopped growing (at slightly below a normal equine’s size,) her mind began to change. Catherine moaned as her thoughts slowed. She couldn’t believe how pleasurable it was to be dumb. Thoughts of constant sex barraged her mind; she happily accepted them. Catherine’s vocabulary began to suffer, making it hard for her to say even three syllable words. While her scientific mind remained, it remained under a thick haze of lust and carefree attitude.
In fact, Catherine’s mind was so far removed from its original state, she adopted a new name: Candi. She loved how slutty and simple it was. Finally, Candi’s Cane erupted, sending semen all over the room.
“Like, I feel soooooo much better! *giggle* Like, call me Candi! I’m a horny slut now!” Candi said, in her new, airy, slutty voice.
“Great job Candi. Now, I believe you have some scientists to service. And then, maybe, some scientific work to do.” Jennifer said.
“Like, totes! But first, lotsa fucking!” Candi said with a giggle. Her huge tits bouncing up and down, she skipped into the lab to fuck, suck, and swallow Zoe, Cynthia, and Eleanor.