So hungry she could eat (like) a horse
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“How do you like it, Honey?”

Jen forced a smile, or an approximation of one anyway. “I-I love it!” she said. Internally, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her house was now a mansion. But that wasn’t what bothered Jen. It wasn’t the luxuriousness of the dining room or even the attending maids waiting at her beck and call. No, it was the several plates of fruits and vegetables that lay in front of Jen.

“We got you only the best, just the way you like them. Big and thick.”

From carrots to cucumbers to ginormous daikons, they were positively phallic in nature without exception. Sauce boats with a white liquid sat beside them. At first, she thought it was ranch, but on closer inspection, she was surprised to find horse cum instead. Her meal stood in stark contrast with the other end of the dining table where her parents sat with their normal human food. For the moment, they looked at her.

Trying to act natural, Jen picked up one of the smaller vegetables. A carrot. Thinking it a safe choice, however, Jen hadn’t seen how hairy it was. Jen held her smile. It was raw. They all were.

She brought the carrot to her lips and hesitated a moment, before pushing it in. The carrot’s rough hairy texture nearly drove her orgasm right then and there. Her pussymouth contracted, tightening around the carrot. Unfortunately for Jen, this effectively forced the conical vegetable out of her mouthcunt back into her hand, only now covered with her juices. She recovered, and tried again. Same result.

Again and again she tried, succeeding only in pistoning the vegetable in and out of her face cunt and making herself more aroused. Her moaning interrupted her parents who had been deep in conversation. “Please Jen Honey, stop playing with your food. It’s bad manners. I know you love horse cum but you’ve already had plenty of protein today. You can’t be drinking it all the time. Now eat your veggies.”

Not wanting to make a scene, Jen dipped the carrot in horse cum and tried eating it again. It helped a little. Her mouth give less resistance, as if inviting the semen into it. It was delicious. However, Jen was only able to push the carrot in as far as its length. Her hypersensitive pussy for a mouth wouldn’t allow it to go any further. The carrot top stuck lewdly out of her mouth, her juices ran down the drooping leaves. She would have been embarrassed if she weren’t so damn horny.

“Jennifer Smith! Eat with your cocks, not your hands!”

Jen paused. Why hadn’t she thought of that? It was so obvious. Stupid, stupid! She berated herself. The answer to everything was more horse penis. It always was. Why did she even think otherwise?

Without a second thought, she brought one of her reptilian horsecocks up against the carrot and pushed. Her cock-hungry mouth gave way as it received what it was meant to receive. Deeper and deeper her cock pushed the carrot until it completed its journey and began traveling to her stomachs.

At this point, Jen was so horny that she grabbed fruits and vegetables one after another. Cucumbers, bananas, zucchinis, and even entire corncobs, each was a different size and texture than the last, bringing her equine cunt of a mouth to entirely new heights of pleasure. The feelings of vegetable and cock in her mouthcunt pushed other thoughts aside. It wasn’t long until Jen purposefully started fucking her rear pussy with a horsecock while she “ate” using the other two.

Half-way into her meal, her maids brought forth a large pitcher of white liquid. More horse cum. Without so much as a second thought, she grabbed the pitcher and poured its contents into her mouth. Delicious. Absolutely intoxicating.

Inebriated, drunk on horse semen, Jen lost control of herself. She giggled as she brought her elephant cocks up from underneath the table and doused the rest of her food under thick layers of precum. This was the missing ingredient. She wasn’t satisfied until her precum started to overflow the table, the rest of it splattering onto the floor and collecting into a drain under the table.

That was when she saw the kabob sticks.

*Putting the Shish into Kebab

Pour me more, my paramour
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When she came back to herself, Jen had just finished ejaculating into the mouth of a maid with one of her horsecocks.

Jen was taken aback. She loosened the elephant penis wrapping around the woman, sending her crashing down onto the table from where she was held suspended in midair. Laying in a limp heap, the maid twitched and moaned in post-coital bliss.

What happened here? Was she just raping one of her maids? Jen gathered herself and took in her surroundings. A crunch resounded as she stepped on a kabob stick.

She was still in the dining room, only now it looked like a cum-fueled orgy had taken place. Streaks of bright white painted the walls and windows. From above, heavy streams of cum hung from slowly turning chandeliers, casting long revolving shadows throughout the room.

More moaning came from around her. Jen turned to find more maids strewn about her. All were barely conscious and in various states of undress. Cum leaked from their mouths and from between their legs. The distinct smell of Jen’s bodily fluids was instantly recognizable. She winced and shuddered as another ejaculation ran through her cocks. A cum-fueled orgy hadn’t merely happened here. Rather, Jen had happened here.

She blushed, feeling the two sets of kabobs still stuck in her ass and pussy. For better or worse, she could even tell exactly was on the sticks, their shapes and textures distinct against her tight confines. She twisted her tentacle-like horsecocks around and wrapped them around the protruding sticks, gasping and moaning as she pulled them out of herself. She came from her cocks completely unintentionally as the vegetables’ bulking outlines pressed against her prostate. Thankfully her parents weren’t there to see Jen embarrass herself.

Besides the ones she removed from herself, only a few vegetables remained scattered here and there. From how much heavier she felt, it was clear she had eaten the rest of the mountain of food. Already she could feel her emptied ballsacks growing firmer, her body busy converting her dinner into new horse sperm.

It was then that a door to her left opened. More maids poured into the room. They carried the disheveled ones away in wheeled stretchers. Rather than distressed, however, they looked… envious? Though they averted their gaze when she looked at them, she could see them sneaking glances at her cocks and balls. Some didn’t even bother hiding their excitement as they touched and rubbed themselves through their aprons.

“So,” Jen thought, “that’s new.”

Not only did she have a harem of maids that enjoyed being fucked by her, it was clear she had a strong rapport with them in this new reality. She had a sense this was supposed to be off-putting. Instead, the content faces of the semi-conscious maids made the stallion parts of her mind feel proud with having satisfied so many females.

*Primetime fun

Sweet creamy dreams
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Jen hadn't really fallen asleep, more like fell into a blissed out orgasmic coma. According to this new reality, that's how she had always spent her nights. Her many cocks self stimulating themselves, while her trio of pussies massaged at the phallic facsimiles dislodged into their depths. The XXXXL sized dakimakura of an anime centauress becoming drenched in the combined fluids of her body, milk, pussy juice, and plentiful helpings of horse semen. Her four lower hooves wrapped tightly around the pillow and humped at it unconsciously, her body automatically trying to fuck anything and everything in sight with or without her input. Her trio of horse-cocks entwined themselves around the pillow squeezing at it and searching for any available orifices to penetrate. Her twin elephant cocks tangled themselves within one another trying to get themselves off. The gag and dildos were a way for her to sleep without endlessly fucking herself all night long and becoming too bloated with her own cum to move, and waste any of her valuable sperm. The floor of the barn was specially designed so that any runoff lead to cooling tanks stored beneath the farm, any excess was filtered of any foreign matter and stored for future auctions.

A clattering footsteps soon surrounded the barn and some hushed and muffled whispering could be heard while the barns employee entrance had opened a sliver. Some excited giggling followed and the door flew open allowing a gaggle of Jens maids to flow excitedly into her musky lair. They were all clad in their undergarments and barefoot, fluttering about the barn stepping over puddles of freshly strewn cum.

There were a total of eight maids. There was a tall older brunette, clad in a rather daring black laced lingerie ensemble, complete with sensual see through stockings and garters. She looked to be in her mid thirties, however her age only gave her a dominant smoldering vibrancy without detracting from her fit and well toned body. Her name was Darla, and she had been Jens first maid in service since even before she had hit puberty. She had looked after her mistress since before she had to be transferred out of school and helped home school her as well. Darla had watched Jen proudly as she matured into one of the most virile fuck beasts the world had ever seen, feeling as if her loving guidance had helped to nurture what Jen had become today. She was in charge of overseeing the team of maids in charge of caring for Jens many needs.

Darla smirked as she overlooked the seven new maids that had been hired a week prior, merely virgins (though not in the literal sense) to what lie ahead of them. The girls before her were of a chosen select, who had been through a rather vigorous and extensive interview process, most of which Jen used as part of her personal porn fodder. Many of them were veterans of the porn industry, or looking to expand their horizons. They all stood around Jens body, and whispered and giggled amongst themselves while watching her shameless lustful slumber.

Darla snapped her fingers and all seven of the girls snapped to attention. They formed a line before her and stood with their heels together and chest forward. Darla strutted before them, bare feet deftly sidestepping the puddles of cum and milk on the floor as if it was second nature. Her chest heaved with determination, her large firm DD cups held lovingly within their silk garments. She looked out above her new charges and gave a smokey smile.

The first two girls were twins, a prospect that immediately excited Jen as she overlooked their interview videos. Especially since they preferred to perform in tandem, making sure every coupling was a threesome. They were dark skinned and hispanic, The girls were identical down to the mole on their left ass cheek, save for the difference in hair color. Selena was blonde with red pubic hair, and Solana was a Redhead with blonde pubic hair. A rather striking contrast with their milky brown complexions, as well as their rather generous curves. They wore matching string bikinis, while Selena had a tattoo of a Yin symbol on her left breast, and Solana had a tattoo of her Yang symbol on her right breast. The twins had eager grins on their faces, as they looked out behind Darla at their writhing mistress.

Darla moved on to the next maid in the lineup, having to look down at a rather short ginger barely reaching four and half feet. But what she lacked in height she made up for in spades in abundance of curves. The little ginger was what was enticingly described as a "short stack" as her resume had said. She was a powerhouse of femininity, all in one small bite sized package. Her extensive catalog of reference videos were among Jens favorites, especially since she was a fan of the double penetration and deep throat tags on nearly all of her performances. She may be small, but her body was used to sizes many normal women would have trouble even attempting. Also she had a pair of rocking tits that nearly scratched her chin even when standing stock still, and hips nearly as wide as she was tall. Her name was Tera and she stood in the lineup licking her ruby red lips and one hand on her generous hips cockily. Darla could see a lot of potential in this small one.

The next maid was the complete opposite, tall and lithe and nearly dark as midnight. Her name was Ndjua and she had traveled far and wide to become one of Jens chosen. She had shown up at the assessment center one night and refused to leave until she had a chance to interview with Darla. Ndjua was different than most of their interviewees, she had been part of a family of farmers in her country and raised cattle, sheep, chicken and wild horses. She told the story of one day of beast of a horse that had shown up to their farm one season and relentlessly bred all their mares and milking cows to the point of exhaustion, not even the chicken and sheep were spared as it blasted it seed upon their dens and bodies as they were too small to penetrate, Ndjua was shocked at the virility of the animal. The massive horse had plowed through their stock like tissue paper in water, rutting one after the other, before a wealthy local farmer came by and reined it back to where it had come from. The wealthy farmer explained it had broke out while transporting and paid them a rather hefty sum for all their troubles. However that had only been the beginning of her tale, as within a few months every single female animal on their farm was pregnant in abundance. The cows bore litters of calves, and their wild horses gave birth to massive strong foals, the most surprising was the sheep and chickens had also bore young, somehow the mere exposure to the horses virility had impregnated them. That season their farm had experienced a great boon that brought them great wealth and prosperity. She had sought out to thank whatever gods had brought the divine beast to her lowly farm and found herself tracking down the source to Jen herself. Darla was intrigued by her tale, Ndjua seemed to hold Jen in high regard. She saw her as a goddess of fertility, and vitality. She was also quite beautiful, her lithe body was cut from stone and she had strong hands and muscles well suited for manual labor, a great asset on the farm as well as for handling Jen herself. Her pearly white bodice fit her rather well.

The next girl Darla settled her gaze upon was named Philly, rather aptly seeing as she was a spry young thing just barely touching nineteen years old. She was also a country girl, through and through. And the only one wearing any shoes, albeit rather raunchy red sequined cowboy boots with tassels. She was also rather bold, wearing nothing besides red leather chaps leading to an open red leather vest, her nethers and breast exposed. She was a raised on a farm just like the rest of her siblings and was sent to the city for being rather adventurous with some of the family stallions. Her father wanted her to go to a big city college and get an education, but her ambitions were clouded with her many nights spent availing herself to all types of alternative pornography. Most of the farms stock came from Jens seed and she had also been enamored with them as each of them held that same wild passion that came only from Jen herself. Philly was more a rather eager interviewee, willing to "service" any who crossed her path. Darla had partaken of the girls talents herself, and though she was an novice, she had more than enough exuberance to spare. She was rocking her hips anxiously as Darla looked her over.

The last two were an odd pair, Darla raised and eyebrow as she approached them. Sarah was young, innocent and fresh from college, Majoring in media and film. Delilah who stood next to her, hands upon her shoulders and smiling proudly above her daughter Sarah's blushing face. Darla and the rest of her team were a bit shocked when the pair showed up to interview, A mother and daughter. Delilah explained that she had been feeling lonely after her daughter went off to college and their father had passed away a couple years prior. While Sarah who was a wiz at computers helped her mother set up a rather prodigious set up so she could have a hobby showing her cooking skills on youtube. While Delilah was browsing how to get her videos more views, she came across how to videos on making "cam girl" videos. Sarah was quite surprised to come home to visit one summer only to find her mother filming one of her cooking videos, only she was rather lewdly squeezing her breasts into a mixing bowl wearing nothing but a fishnet apron, while vibrators attached to her garters buzzed away at her exposed holes. There were cameras set up all around the kitchen, multiple monitors and many angles featuring her milf body in all ways possible. Sarah watched her mother make a cake using some of her own organic freshly squeezed milk, and mixing it with some locally sourced "honey". Delilah greeted her daughter warmly, and the view and donation count nearly quadrupled as the scene played out. That summer "Fresh Milf" took the cam scene by storm, their "cooking" videos made a fortune especially with Mamas eager and shy assistant. Sarah held some fetishes of her own clearly as she blushed madly while being led by her mother lovingly into many carnal encounters. Jen was also a huge fan of their videos and live-streams, often a centerpiece of many milking sessions as well as background noise whenever she felt like relaxing. Being one of their biggest donors as well on all of their live streams, often making rather outrageous requests for large sums of cash. Delilah was actually wearing the least of them all, having grown accustomed to being perpetually exposed and teased she was wearing nothing more than a garter belt with portable vibes attached. Sarah wore a modest two piece white and black ruffled bikini top, however shear and tight as her hardened nipples were clearly evident beneath the fabric as she was highly aroused. Darla also noticed that her briefs were showing of a rather lewd camel toe that was extremely moist.

Darla stood stoically ahead of her new and promising maids, She inhaled the familiar scent of Jens fluids, mixing with the earthly smell of her titanic body. Darla turned and regarded her mistress, taking in her otherworldly form. Even when she was just an excitable little filly of a thing and before her other "friends" grew in and she matured into her full potential, Darla could see that Jen was bound for something more. She harbored more than just adoration for her mistress, she felt a genuine love for her that went beyond mere romance that mere humans could understand. Jen was a being beyond nature, untamed, unbound and wild. Darla would follow her mistress wherever and whenever they would go without question or pause, her body and soul were bound to her forever. She took pride in the fact the she was training so many young women to help Jen satiate her eternal lust, feeding her what she craved the most.

Tonight was an orientation of sorts for the newbies, she would slowly acclimate the girls to their new mistress before finally greeting her formally. It was often that many of the experienced girls spent some of their nights playing with Jens cocks and bathing in her cum while their mistress slept. Drinking her milk fresh from her udders, lapping at the sweet honey from her pussies.

Darla sighed and prepared herself for tonight's initiation rituals, tonight these new maids would be introduced into the service of their mighty mistress. They would give themselves unto her and in turn, they will reward her with many pleasant fantasies and dreams.