Topic: Suzie's Story Part 1: Diamondback Queen Ranch
Here is the promised continuation of the Wheel of Transformation series. This first part should last three weeks. While not rapid fire transformations like WoT, I hope you'll like the more human approach and descent into what it's like to become transformed. So without further ado let me present Suzie's Story Part 1: Diamondback Queen Ranch.
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I sat in the passenger seat and watched the greens and browns of the Texas countryside roll by. It had been nearly two hours since we left the last major city. My audio book having finished twenty minutes ago, I had decided to unplug and watch the world go by. I had grown up in the suburbs, so seeing this much open land seemed strange.
"Tell me again why we're out here Suzie?" came a woman's voice from behind me. I stretched the kinks out of my arms and neck and twisted around in my seat. Sitting in the rear of the van, camera half disassembled on the small table beside her, was Florence my camerawoman. Flo, as she preferred to be called, was a mid thirties Irish woman. Tall and skinny as a bird with curly reddish blonde hair that hung to her shoulders, she had been my best friend since joining the studio two years ago.
"Yea, you promised you'd spill the beans after we left Austin." Our driver Chris chipped in. He was the youngest person in the car, beating me by two years. While I had gone to college to become a journalist, Chris had worked his way up from the bottom of People's TV to his current position. Technically he was the sound tech, but he handled a thousand and one other small tasks. On this trip, it meant he was the driver. "I'm dying to know what story has us driving out here into the middle of nowhere."
"Ok, ok. I'll tell you. I only waited so long because Audrey ordered me to." Audrey was the regional head for People's TV, my boss through several layers of management. As I was still a junior reporter doing local stories, it had been intimidating to say the least when she had invited me to her office for an assignment. Doubly so when she was done explaining. I asked, "Have you guys heard of Wheel of Transformation?"
"I know it's one of ours." Flo responded. "But it's on one of the pay channels. I could take myself somewhere nice for dinner twice a month for the price of peeking back there."
"Chris?"
"It's that show where they pick contestants from the audience who compete for cash and weird transformation right? I was tasked to help drop off an item to a taping once and got to stick around and see the result. Some strange six legged insect creature in a cage. They ended up feeding some woman legs first into it before they fused into one person. Creepy, but really hot."
"It's a live transformation show? Gross." Flo made a gagging motion. "I can never understand why people give up perfectly good lives to get turned into…things. Monsters and objects and stuff."
"Well you'll get a chance to find out. The job I was given by Audrey was to go interview the contestants from the first show. A "what they're up to now" style segment."
"Oh hell no. I'm not getting anywhere near any transformed freaks. You can turn this car right around and drop me off back in Austin."
"Flo please." I begged. "Audrey promised this would be a huge story, that something big was coming down the pipe. Something that would boost the careers of everyone involved. Support staff included. Would you rather be filming me doing puff pieces about puppy adoptions at the local shelter forever? Or doing important stories in far off locals?"
"Fine." She grumbled. "For you I'll do it. Only because we've been good friends for so long. But they better stay at arm's length."
"As I'm the one doing the interviews, if anything happens it will most likely be to me. If they get too close just back up and say they're messing up the shot." Flo grumbled something unintelligible again and went back to adjusting her camera. "What about you Chris, do you have a problem with transformed people?"
"Who me? Nah. I've know a few over the years. My first girlfriend got distraught over the death of her cat and turned herself into a human pet in memorial."
"I'm sure that must have put an interesting wrinkle on your relationship."
"It was a year after we broke up. That didn't stop her parents from asking me if I wanted to take her after the transformation. I was all for it, until my parents sat me down and explained the responsibility of caring for an animal that weighed two thirds of what I did. I loved her, but not enough to clean out a litter box that size. I think she got adopted by one of the teachers at my school as I saw her a few times on special occasions."
"Wow." was all I could say.
"Then the girlfriend after that turned herself into a tree. She lived in one of the areas that got hit real bad by the last fire. Always a nature lover, she figured the best way to restore the area was with her own two hands. And then the girlfriend after that…"
I tuned out as Chris talked about four other girlfriends who had gone and taken the ultimate plunge. Either he was a sucker for girls who loved transforming or was such a bad lover the only way to forget him was to spend a lifetime as a bra and panty set.
Finally we came to a highway turnoff. The asphalt lasted a few feet further before turning to dirt under a large wooden entranceway. Letters shaped like snakes dangled from the wooden crossbeam. They spelled Diamondback Queen Ranch. We passed through fertile field after fertile field as the van trundled down the dirt road. It was early fall and we were surrounded by an ocean of cotton plants, white puffy innards embracing the world. Reedy corn plants had yellow bundles poking out invitingly and golden stalks of wheat waved in the breeze.
The dirt road eventually ended at a jumble of buildings. There were a handful of two-story barns, a large A-frame, and three squat multistory square buildings. By the windows I guessed they were offices or dormitories.
Chris parked the van next to a couple other vehicles and we all crawled out, glad for fresh air after so many hours cooped up. I took in the buildings around us as I tried to determine where to go. Audrey's note hadn't specified. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, next to one of the large trucks parked two cars down. Dodging around the open bed of the hauler beside me, I walked over. Intending to ask for directions, I stopped dead, mouth slightly open, when I saw the woman. She looked late twenties, well muscled and tanned from long hours working outdoors. But the most startling thing was that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing between her cowboy boots and her straw hat.
"I..umm…" I fumbled. Focus Suzie. This is supposed to be your big story. You can't mess it up before you even start.
The woman noticed me and my nervousness. "First time on the ranch?"
"Umm, yea. Suzie Cruz." I held out my hand in welcome. I tried to focus on her face and not the body on display. "I'm a reporter for the People's TV network. I'm here to do a story about Monica and the ranch."
"I heard about that. A little good press would be nice. The only people that come out here are those that want to be transformed or hate the transformed?"
"Why would people who hate you come all the way out here?"
"They like to stand around and protest. Apparently what we do here is abhorrent in the eyes of whatever god or holy text they worship." She shrugged. "Everyone is here because they want to be. This is a place they can be who they truly are."
"Is that why you're here?" I asked.
She let out a radiant smile. "Before this I was a hairy, overweight oil field worker. Now I'm a smoking hot cowgirl. Why wouldn't I want to be here?" I conceded that she had a point. "Now it's best I get you to Monica. I know she was planning a big tour of the ranch."
By this time Flo and Chris had joined me, touting a camera and backpack full of equipment respectively. When they saw the woman with me, both turned away. Flo in embarrassment, Chris to try to preserve her modesty.
The woman raised an eyebrow at this. "It's alright to stare. I would in your place. I don't walk around like this because I don't want people to look at me. Quite the opposite in fact. It's the same for everyone here on the ranch. Don't hesitate to look or film." Chris shifted back to look at her, his eyes focusing on her face though occasionally straying lower. Flo stayed turned away. "If you follow me, I'll take you to Monica."
We followed her to the nearest big barn. We passed several people along the way, all as buck naked as our guide. As we stepped inside, it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the shift in light. This resulted in a bit of a shock as I looked around. I had been expecting horses, just not any like these. The stalls around us were full of transformed men and women. Some looked almost normal, their position only denoted by boots, harnesses, and straps. Some looked permanently into the life, sporting hooves and manes but lacking arms. Then there were some weird ones such as a pair of legs joined at the torso and a center. I was amazed by so much variety. Chris looked excited at all the transformed. Flo hid her face behind the camera so I couldn't tell how she was feeling.
We passed through the barn and out into what appeared to be a training area. There was a large coral with a spinning device with crossbeams inside. It probably had a technical term, something to look up later for my report. Two men and two women were hitched up to the device. By the fact their shoes looked removable and their arms were simply bound, I assumed these were new arrivals testing out the pony life. A women with a whip as her only adornment was yelling at the ponies to run faster.
Standing beside the trainer was a woman mounted on a hyper-muscular anthro ponygirl. The sun glinted off her shiny body in a dazzling fashion. I had watched the video of the pilot what felt like a dozen times after receiving my assignment, so I recognized those snake tresses instantly. This must be Monica. She looked so majestic there, so powerful, that my breath caught in my throat.
Monica noticed us and spurred her mount over. In person she was so…big. The snake woman reached down a hair-tail to shake my hand. I took it with only a second of hesitation. "You must be Suzie Cruz. So glad you could make it. I trust the trip wasn't too bad."
"No ma'am." I responded, more than a little intimidated. Big break Suzie, focus. "Thank you for letting us out here." This came out a bit more steadily.
"It was no problem. Without your network, I wouldn't be the woman I am today. The least I can do is show how I spent their generosity. But first I must get you properly prepared. If you'll follow me back into the barn."
I followed her, Flo and Chris filming a few steps behind. Monica stopped off beside a buck naked woman with a ring of keys around her neck and a shovel beside her. "Lisa, can you look after Cinnamon for a minute. I need to go get our guests changed." Cinnamon knelt and Monica extricated herself from her mount. My eyes bulged slightly when I saw just how big the phalluses inside her had been. The video I had seen didn't do them justice. Then I wondered how they would feel inside of me? I banished that thought as quick as possible and prayed that a blush hadn't crept across my face.
It didn't seem Monica had noticed, as she was still talking to her stable master. "In the mean time, can you get Chocolate out and rigged up for some riding. Oh and…"She stopped and looked back at us, "Would your camera crew prefer a cart or would they like to ride ponies themselves?"
"A cart will do nicely." Flo said before Chris could even open his mouth. Disappointed, he nodded that a cart would suffice.
"I can get Strawberry and Lemon hitched up and ready."
"Perfect. Can we meet you by the training ring in…oh say fifteen minutes?"
"That will give me just enough time."
"Alright. Suzie, will you and your companions follow me to the locker room so we can get you changed?"
As we walked behind her Flo asked, "What's wrong with what we're wearing now?"
"Suzie will need some special equipment to ride Chocolate. As for you two," She turned and focused on Flo and Chris, "Nudity is generally the rule of the ranch." She stroked two of her breasts with hair-tails. "Call it an emulation of the boss. Around the main buildings a few additional adornments are fine, but out in the fields everyone goes in the buff. It helps reinforce the fact that we are all equals here, even if some us choose to serve others."
"And there are no exceptions to this rule?"
"I let the State Troopers keep their uniforms when they come by to check out the ranch. Though most of them tend on losing their clothing to spend quality time with various employees. If you feel that self-conscious, we can find you something. How about you?" she asked, waving a hair-tail at Chris.
"Can I get away with a pair of shorts? I'll even ditch the underwear beneath."
"I think we have something like that we can give you." She pushed open a door and we entered a room that appeared half locker room, half leather shop. Monica gave Flo and Chris a measuring eyeball, then stepped over to a wall covered in leather goods. She returned with two leather skirts and a tube top. Monica handed them over to Chris and Flo before saying, "You can put your other clothes in any empty locker you like. Don't worry about anybody walking off with your clothes. All my employees know the price of theft."
As Chris and Flo walked over to the lockers I asked, "What about me?"
"To truly get the full riding experience, I need to help you get suited up. Strip so I can size you up." Nervously I did so, catching a glimpse of appreciation in Monica's eye. I worked out several times a week to stay fit. It was a sad truth but ugly reporters got relegated to nowhere stories.
After some ogling, Monica handed over the strangest looking harness I had ever seen. Tangled up in the leather in straps I swear I saw a pair of boobs. As Monica encased me in a web of leather, I discovered I was right. Before laying them across my stomach, Monica gave them a spray from a small bottle. Once in place, I gave them a little shake. The feeling was so realistic I could have sworn they were real. That must have been some good adhesive spray.
"Now comes a personal question. How often do you have sex?" If my face hadn't been red before, it certainly was now. "Hmm, I'd guess by your reaction not very often."
"Journalism is a full time job, you never know where a story will take you." I explained lamely. It was the same thing I told myself every time I was remotely considering a man.
"Then I'm also guessing you haven't had much anal experience."
My face was burning so hot I was amazed I didn't spontaneously combust. Monica clearly noticed this, as she continued, "I only asked as I needed to determine the size of the plugs. The ride is more…pleasurable with bigger ones, but I don't want to give you something you can't handle." She stepped back to the wall and returned with four large phalluses.
"That's not too big for me to handle?" I asked.
She let out a little laugh. "These are for Chocolate. Yours are these." She showed off a much smaller dildo and butt plug attached to the end of two of the phalluses. With the aid of a bottle of lube, she helped me work the front and back invaders in before the tightening the straps. I walked a few steps to try and get used to the feeling. The feeling of being plugged fore and aft was slightly overshadowed by the gentle swinging of two dicks the size of my forearm. The one in back was extremely disconcerting, almost like I had grown a tail. Monica then attached the two other phalluses to my lower breasts. I don't know how they attached, running a hand over the connection I could feel no gap or mechanism. Maybe more of that spray?
"Come here and admire yourself." Monica suggested, gesturing to a mirror. When I looked my jaw dropped. Was that really me? I was generally considered an attractive Latina. Tall, fit, and with black hair that fell to my mid-back. The straps I was wearing helped support my all natural C-cup breasts. Below them sat my fake pair looking oh-so-real. The phalluses stuck out rock hard like a pair of morning woods. I twirled forward and back to get a better view of my lower two phalluses, enjoying the swinging sensation. It was just so surreal. I looked…sexy.
Immediately, I banished that thought to the far corner of my mind I buried the other one in. I wanted to be a lead reporter. No one would hire a lead reporter with four breasts and swinging a bigger package than the male staff.
I spun around at a whistle from behind me. It was Chris, standing next to an uncomfortable looking Flo. "Nice skirt." I said as I walked over.
"It's a kilt." He replied, completely at ease.
"One more thing before we leave." Monica said, gesturing toward what appeared to be a large portable sauna. She marched us inside before closing the door.
"I wonder what happens now?" Chris asked. In reply, a mist sprayed down from the ceiling. The curled around us, clinging to our skin. Then came the heat. Maybe this really was a sauna. After nearly five minutes, the mist faded and Monica let us out.
"Trying to prepare us for the blazing sun overhead?" Chris asked.
"I was, but not in the way you're thinking. That mist contains a magical agent that protects the skin against damage and boosts regeneration. It's how all my employees can walk about naked without risking sunburn or other ill effects."
"Wait, that was magic?" Flo asked fearfully.
"More like a magic/pharmaceutical hybrid. Don't worry. This version only lasts about a week with no lingering effects. With some luck, you can stop by the coast on your way back and put it to use."
As we followed her back out into the stable part of the barn I asked, "Do all your employees have to go through that weekly?"
"Good heavens no. This unit is for guests and potential applicants. Transformed employees have a permanent version embedded in their transformation, while normals go through a process that lasts about six months per application."
We walked back out to the training corral. This time the human ponies there were at rest. "What's their story?" I asked Monica.
"New recruits in the last stages of training. Out of a starting group of six, only these four remain. They're fighting for the two spots open on the ranch. Then they'll be exposed to a new transformation package we're trying out. It will be a surprise."
"So over half of them will fail out? Is it that difficult to join the ranch?"
"We do have to be careful who we employ. After all, we are talking about drastic and permanent transformations. There is no going back. We find that making them work for it is the true test of how badly they want to transform. If a person wants it bad enough, they can eventually join. It might not be as they originally imagined, but my magical technicians never cease to amaze me. I actually stole a pair of them from the show, hopefully your network doesn't have too many bad feelings about that. Ah here we are, our ride for the afternoon.
Standing next to Lisa was Cinnamon, a similar looking anthro-pony, and two more human ponygirls hitched to a cart. The solo pony, I remember Monica said his name was chocolate, was dark skinned, nearly black, but sported a white mane and tail. The two hitched to the cart were fit human ponies of the unaugmented kind. Or at least I didn't see any non-human transformations. Just lots of leather boots and straps. They looked identical, differentiated only by manes of pale yellow and golden red.
As Lisa helped Chris and Flo into the cart, Monica dragged me over to Chocolate. He, and it was definitely a he-I could see a bulging package under the corset, looked me over happily before letting out a whinny. Under Monica's direction, I gently reached out a hand and rubbed his snout. Chocolate responded by licking my hand.
"Despite his size, Chocolate here is a big softie, arent'cha boy." Chocolate let out another happy whinny. "He's the easiest to ride pony in the stable, so we often use him on visiting guests. Which is a win for him, as he likes meeting new people. Chocolate squat." The big pony did so instantly. "If these were real," Monica continued, flicking one of my lower breasts, "You could use them to control him. As it is you'll have to get by with spoken commands and tugging on the reigns. I'll help you mount him."
When I saw the back of Chocolate's corset-saddle, I saw why I had to wear the harness. Four large pink pussies stared up at me invitingly in the same configuration as Cinnamon's dicks. Monica guided my prosthetic members into the waiting holes. When each was engulfed she commanded, "Chocolate stand."
I would have fallen if I wasn't so well anchored to my mount. I think that was Monica's unspoken point. Next she guided my feet into large balls that were hanging from straps on Chocolate's chest. Each had a pussy like opening that gripped my foot firmly when it was all the way in.
Satisfied I was ready to go, Monica mounted her own steed. "Everybody ready?" We all acknowledged we were. "Then off we go. Chocolate, Strawberry, Lemon-Follow." She set off into the lead, the rest of the ponies following.