At the airport, Maurizio and Stella were finally in an interrogation room. Isabella and Wendy had been giggling to each other once they’d gotten to their room, soon locked by a soundproof door separate from Stella’s.
Once Maurizio locked the door to Stella’s room, he sat her down in a chair and seated himself across from her. Maurizio had a perverted look in his eyes - Stella was not impressed nor amused. Stella knew that Europeans were known for their more… sexual appreciation of herms, but she was definitely not interested in a human male. Maurizio wasn’t much to look at either - he was short, had thin black hair, had slightly tanned skin, and he was overweight. The only thing remotely attractive about him was his piercing green eyes - which were currently staring directly at Stella’s chest.
“So… eh, English not so good. Why you are here?” Maurizio stuttered out, his eyes not leaving Stella’s well defined bust.
[“I’m here on business. Apparently your English is really terrible, because I explained this several times over.”] Stella retorted in perfect Italian.
[“Impressive. I wasn’t expecting an American to know our language so well. And you’re so feisty. I like a feisty woman. You don’t seem to understand your situation, though.”] Maurizio said, with a perverted smile. Standing up, he swiped at Stella’s blouse, ripping the buttons and exposing her braless tits.
“HEY! You can’t do that!” Stella shouted, covering her bare chest.
[“My English is no good, remember? And this room is soundproofed. As I said, you don’t seem to understand your situation. It’s a shame, you’d be far more attractive without those horrid horse parts.”] Maurizio said with a chuckle.
Stella groaned. She knew she could easily take the greaseball on, but she didn’t want to be stuck in a foreign country after assaulting an official.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
[“You wanna look so bad? Here!”] She shouted, as she ripped her blouse all the way open. Grabbing her impressive nipples, she squeezed milk directly into Maurizio’s face, aiming for his eyes.
Maurizio clutched his face, the heavy cream covering it entirely. Some of it worked its way into his mouth. Accidentally swallowing it, he found it… delicious. His cock hardened, straining his uniform pants. He wiped all the delicious breast milk off of his face, swallowing every last drop.
[“More! MORE!”] He commanded, his voice already sounding softer. His light stubble had disappeared, and the rest of his body hair was quickly thinning out.
Stella flashed a devious smile. [“I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in.”] She said, in a mocking tone.
Maurizio’s face dropped. He needed that milk like an addict looking for their next hit.
[“P-please…”] he stuttered out.
[“Apologize. Now.”] Stella said, standing up. Maurizio was shocked to see her erection tenting her skirt. He was shocked… and a bit curious.
[“I am… I am so sorry.”] Maurizio said, dropping to his knees.
[“Hmmm. Not good enough. Tell me how inferior humans are to equines.”] Stella commanded.
[“W-what, I can’t… no!”] Maurizio said.
[“Suit yourself…”] Stella said in a sing songy voice. She was sitting on top of the interrogation table now, towering over Maurizio.
Sweat poured down Maurizio’s face. He NEEDED this.
[“Okay! OKAY! Fine. Humans… equines smell much nicer. They have far nicer bodies. Humans have disgusting body hair. Equines have beautiful, smooth, well sculpted bodies.”] As Maurizio spoke, these new ideas imprinted themselves deep into his brain. [“Our cocks are so pathetic and theirs so majestic and strong! We’re weak and inferior in every way! Equines are far superior!”]
[“Okay, I’m convinced.”] Stella said. She began unzipping her skirt and pulled it off along with her panties, revealing her massive erection. [“Start sucking.”]
[“T-that’s not what… Our agreement was…”] Maurizio stammered out.
[“You want the cream or not, whore?”] Stella said.
Hearing “whore” sent a chill down Maurizio’s spine. He was a whore. A dirty human whore, inferior to the beautiful equines.
Wordlessly, he crawled towards Stella’s impressive cock. The smell was wonderful - musky, sweet, seductive. As if on autopilot, he began licking the thick, meaty rod, his own tiny cock rock hard and shooting precum. He couldn’t believe how horny he was.
Stella’s cock was at full mast. Maurizio struggled to fit the big flat tip in his mouth, licking around Stella’s urethra. Maurizio feminized further; his black hair became thick and grew down his back; his lips puffed up a bit; his face became effeminate and cute; his frame became far more dainty as his hips widened. Aside from his hard cock and lack of breasts, Maurizio could easily now be mistaken for a woman.
“Good slut. Keep going. And don’t pretend you can’t understand English.” Stella said.
Maurizio sloppily licked the big cock; as more precum sprayed all over his face, he was able to shove the tip of the massive beast into his mouth.
Stella moaned, loudly, as her balls tensed up. In a second, Maurizio’s face was covered in a stream of thick white goop.
Maurizio greedily gulped up as much of the cum as he could, his rock hard cock elongating and growing. Underneath Maurizio’s growing cock, an equine pussy formed. Maurizio’s mind began to twist and change as *her* pussy started spraying juices. Maurizio now thought of *herself* as Maurizia. Her asshole puffed out next, becoming equine. Maurizia’s cock and balls grew and grew as she sucked more of the addictive cum down. Now a fully equine (and full sized) horse cock, Maurizia, still sucking down as much cum as she could, began stroking it.
Maurizia’s hair grew even thicker and shinier, looking like a model’s. Her ears moved to the top of her head and elongated, becoming equine, covered with a thin layer of glossy black fur. Maurizia’s torso lengthened as she became even more feminine looking, even as her height became much more impressive - she now stood at a solid 6’4.
Maurizia’s rear began to expand and round out as a tail grew out of her spine; it became covered in thick, midnight black fur, the same color as her hair. Maurizia’s chest began to expand next, a pair of basketball breasts quickly growing in - they were perfectly rounded and didn’t sag, her nipples growing to thumb size, standing proudly on her chest.
Her stomach flattened. She gained some muscle in her arms, legs, and torso. She was fit and strong. She didn’t realize it, but she was now putting out the same equine pheromones that Stella was.
As she swallowed as much cum as she could, the remainder of it began to absorb into her skin. Maurizia’s face became far more like a model’s - she was beautiful. Soon, though, it became far sluttier. She gained heavy, permanent makeup, her lips becoming massive DSLs. It was clear to anyone that would see her - Maurizia was a whore.
Maurizia was quickly reaching orgasm. She felt the pressure build up in her tits, balls, and pussy. As Maurizia’s giant cock, equine pussy, and huge tits erupted, her transformation finished. The room shimmered for a second, and instead of an airport interrogation room, it was situated far more like a hotel room.
Stella blinked. Why was she here again? Suddenly, it clicked.
[“You really are a great slut. I wasn’t expecting such a nice welcome party when I got here, but a dedicated prostitution section at the airport just for equines is really something special. And you swallowed up all my cum, I didn’t even need the milker.”] Stella said.
[“Thank you. You were a good fuck. I wasn’t expecting such a sexy American to speak such good Italian, either.”] Maurizia said with a wink.
She slipped back on her uniform - now a slutty black dress, fishnets, and stiletto boots with a lingerie set underneath - and both she and Stella walked out of the room.
Wendy was conversing with her own prostitute - Stella remembered Isabella, the other hooker that had accosted her and Wendy - outside of the section in the airport that had been dedicated specifically for horse herms.
“Okay, girls! That was great, but we really must be going.” Wendy said.
“We’ll see you before we leave!” Stella said in a sultry voice as the two walked away. Isabella and Maurizia waved as they prepared themselves for their next clients.
Wendy and Stella walked on to the train that was going to their destination, which was far away from the airport.
******
Wendy and Stella were walking to their hotel, chatting. They’d arrived to a small town on the coast of Sicily where the conference was being held.
“You know, I might just move here.” Wendy said.
“Yeah?” Stella said, skeptically.
“Yeah, even the assholes here don’t bully horse herms as much. You mostly just get some stares. And I’d rather deal with the perverts wanting to fuck us than the weirdos wanting us to disappear.” Wendy said.
“That’s true. Plus there’s at least some spaces for us. And the weather is just beautiful.” Stella said.
“It sure is. I couldn’t believe that there were fuck rooms in the airport. Such a nice surprise.” Wendy said.
“It sure was.” Stella said, groping Wendy’s fat ass.
“Oh, stop it. At least wait until we’re back at the hotel. We’ll have a nice orgy with everyone.” Wendy said with a smile.