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[b]Preview - Becoming Ramda's Herm Jenny[/b]

[i]By Zmeydros (Ramda Singlais)[/i]

[i](Edited by WolfLeah and Saravixen)[/i]

A lamp made out of a long, accordion-like piece of fabric sits in the corner of my small-and-cozy living room, spreading light evenly over my console game collection and the medium-gray wall behind my big screen TV. On the wall, above the TV, is a large, framed photograph of a mountain lake surrounded by a redwood forest.

We're sitting on a plush mossy green corduroy couch that's very comfy. On the big screen is the latest and greatest Baldur's Gate game and you don't quite remember the last thing we did. Your eyes have only been spending a third of the time on the screen. The rest of the time, they've been taking in my thick thighs, dark-fuchsia-colored wolf fur, the sizable bulge in my blue-gray leggings, and the outlines of my six pert tits in my black long-sleeve-T shirt with the lunar cycle on it.

Other than my body, the labradorite ring on my right ring finger catches your eye. The labradorite in it has this deep blue flash with some gold at the bottom. Through all of it, there's striations that add another layer of depth. If I didn't have such a gorgeous rack and an enticing fullness between my legs, you'd be spending a lot more time looking at that ring.

As you admire my package for the thirteenth time since we started playing, I snatch the controller from your hands. "That's it! I knew what you actually wanted when you agreed to come over to play games was to see what's in my pants. But you couldn't come out and say it, so now I'm going to make an honest Jenny out of you." I hold that labradorite ring in front of your face before you can respond.

When you try to speak, I put my paw-padded pointer finger to your lips.

"Before you toss me an apology for staring, know that I'm not mad at you. I like being stared at, honestly." My green eyes seem more vibrant than before and the labradorite stone in my ring has a deep blue in it that is just beautiful, glowing in the dim light. "What I want is to help both of us enjoy ourselves. The first thing I'd like you to do is just nod if something makes sense or sounds good to you. You're always doing all that thinking when all you need is to just relax and let someone else take the wheel for a while. Can you do that for me? Can you resist the urge to explain yourself or add a bunch of words to a situation that doesn't need them?"

You nod.

"Good. See? Wasn't that easy?" I smile, showing my sharp canines. "I'm glad you were distracted by me. All the attention you were giving my bulge, breasts, tail, and muzzle made me feel gorgeous. What you didn't see is that I'm a herm, there's a beautiful spade behind my balls that you might see if I keep finding you adorable."

You squirm and bite your lip, blushing heavily.

"You poor dear, you look so embarrassed… Why don't you just take a few deep breaths and focus on my ring? Put away any thoughts about me being upset with you or nervousness about what's going to happen next. Let me worry about that."

Words leave you as the labradorite illuminates despite not having a direct light source pointed at it. Its natural blue flash covers the upper two thirds of the fingertip-sized, oval-shaped stone while the bottom third is a bright golden yellow.

"That's right. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Look at the diagonal black stripes that run through the stone. Then look deeper into the golden area at the bottom."

The black stripes streaking across the natural stone seem to flex and curl, making shapes that you can't fully comprehend. In the band of yellow near the bottom of the stone you spot a nebula: interstellar gas mixed imperfectly with the twinkling light of distant stars. It looks kinda like a hologram as I move the ring from side to side, this nebula definitely has three dimensions and that makes it all the more entrancing to look at.

"Now that you're more relaxed, let's communicate a bit more honestly. Do you like my six tits?" Getting up to stand right in front of you, I grin.

You nod.

"Remember, be honest." I look intently at you for a moment. "Do you want to see them?" I grab the hem of my T-shirt.

Your eyes widen, but then you nod. Your heart speeds up a bit with expectation.

I cross my arms and pull my T-shirt off efficiently. Under it is a series of light green sports bras I sewed together to make one big sports bra for all my breasts. As I work to pull that off, my lowest set of tits, a pretty B-cup pair falls free. Then the middle set, a full pair of C-cups drops free. As I work to get the bra pulled off of my uppermost set, nice big D's, they squish out the bottom of the bra until it comes free and they bounce. When I toss my bra off to the side, all six of my tits jiggle enticingly.

"Here, touch them so you can see just how luscious they are." I guide your hands to my lowest set.

As your hands come into contact with the light pink belly fur on my lowest set of tits, you notice how soft my fur is. Then you feel the heat of my body as I guide you to smoosh them. Though they're pliable in your hands, they have some resistance, like a water balloon with more structure. Each mound of this lowest pair is a nice handful and satisfying to squeeze.

"Mmm, that feels good." I gasp as my nipples harden under your palms. "Don't be shy, explore the rest of them."

Your heart is pounding while blood rushes toward your crotch. When you feel the next pair, they're definitely more than a handful.

"Dig those fingers in, I'm not that fragile."

When you openly grope my second set of boobs, I let out a soft moan and press them into your hands. A hint of turmeric and ginger catches your nose as blood rushes to my crotch as well. Excited by my moan, you move your hands up to my largest pair and feel how heavy they are, how much you can dig your fingers in, and what it's like to have my rock hard nipples pressing against your palms.

"Just imagine having tits of your own. You wouldn't have to wait for a girl like me to be around, they'd be right there on your chest. Imagine them being unable to hold still whenever someone toys with your nipples because it feels so good."

Squirming, you play with my nipples and get yips out of me.

"You're almost too adorable." I pause, letting you continue to play with my tits. "Do you want to inspect my bulge too?" My tail flicks behind me.

Blinking for a moment, you get caught between embarrassment and wanting to be honest with me.

Gently, I grab your chin and guide you to look at my ring again. "Remember, deep breaths, relax. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out...yes, just like that. Let all that shame flow into the golden nebula in my ring. This is just an honest conversation between two adults who are attracted to each other."

The nebula in that ring looks like a whole universe waiting to be explored. As you let go of your embarrassment, your shoulders relax, your neck feels less tense, and the butterflies in your stomach calm some. Then, with a couple more breaths, the tension in your chest wanes.

"Good. Now answer my question." I pet the top of your head soothingly.

You nod.

"See? Wasn't that easy? Now, as a reward, you get to see my wolf equipment." I pull down my leggings to reveal I wasn't wearing panties. The tip of my thick, dark fuchsia canine cock is out just far enough for you to see it inside my sheath. My big, plum-sized balls are hanging proudly below my thick wolf sheath as my fluffy tail swings slowly back and forth.

While you stare at my junk, I run my fingers through your hair, keeping you oh so relaxed.

"I seem to remember you blushing the first time I told you I was a herm." I pause. "Are you very relaxed right now?"

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and just exist for a moment. As you open your eyes, you nod slowly.

"I want you to see for yourself that I'm a herm, so when you're ready, reach behind my balls and feel my hybrid spade." I spread my legs and subconsciously raise my tail.

After almost losing your calm, you find the trance I have you in makes reaching up between my legs much easier than it should be. As your fingers come into contact with the wet, swollen, canine-human-hybrid flesh between my legs, I moan softly. It's the shape of an elongated triangle with a nice big clit at the front. My cunt twitches at your fingertips, getting my wetness on them.

"You should taste your fingers." I say this knowing you're so relaxed, so used to following my commands, that it'll be hard for you to think for yourself now.

Without the hesitation you're accustomed to, you pull your hand away from my cooch and lick your fingers. It's a bit sour, a bit sweet, and there's this warm heat of black pepper combined with a floral scent like a fresh cardamom pod. Pre starts wetting your underwear, your prick now painfully hard.

"Just imagine having a pussy and a full package like me. Imagine reaching behind your balls and having your fingers get all slicked up by your very own girl juice while your cunt twitches against your fingertips." I speak in a deep feminine voice that lets you know I'm in charge, that I know what's best.

You gasp and shudder, your dick twitching in your pants.

"You see, I know something about you, I know how badly you want to be a herm Jenny with a puffy mare cunt and huge, needy cock. How much you want to be my herm donkey pet, ready to satisfy my needs whenever I desire." Nod if I'm right.

Unable to hide your desires from me or even see how embarrassing this is, you nod emphatically.

"To be my pet, you'll have to give up that burdensome humanity you've been lugging around your whole life. You'll need to give into your instincts and go even farther than just licking up my pussy juice. So, I'm going to help you. I'm going to count down from ten, and we'll get rid of your humanity and all those distracting human thoughts and replace them with instincts and animal traits so you can better please me."

This all sounds amazing to you, my ring is glowing along with my eyes and every thought outside what's immediately happening seems millions of miles away. You don't want to look away from me. You don't want to question anything going on. As this powerful urge to give in reaches its peak, I start speaking again.

"Ten. You're feeling like you need to smell my junk, like you need to bury your face in it and memorize my scent. Go ahead and give in to that feeling."

Without knowing any other reason than the suggestion I gave you, you press your face against my balls, feeling them against the hollow of your cheeks as you take a deep sniff. The spicy scents of ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, are all grounded by a musky undertone of turmeric. My scent is making your blood rush through your veins, your body growing needy.

"That's it, that's a good donkey." I coo these words like I'm training a dog.

The moment you hear "donkey" you feel your throat clench. A sound is trying to leave you, a sound you weren't expecting to need to release. You hold back, but as you do, you feel your nose pinch. Then it feels like it's pushing less deeply into my ballsac. The tapered tip of my dick pokes your forehead as it begins slipping out of my sheath. A streak of pre runs down your forehead as you keep sniffing my balls and soon my dick is pushing your head back so much that you have to reposition yourself.

"Nine. You're getting new urges. You want to taste my pre and have my dick in your mouth. You want to feel me get hard while you suck on my shaft. Also, oddly, you feel your own cock is getting bigger, thicker, more animalistic. That's good because you're not satisfied with your human dick anymore and you want to get much bigger."

As you take my shaft into your mouth, the salty, turmeric-heavy-curry flavor of my pre titillates your tongue. Only a couple inches of it are clear of my sheath, but it's emerging fast now that you're sucking on it. For each inch of my dick that you fit into your mouth, your cock grows an inch. The head of your prick flattens as it gets thicker. Hearing your groan of discomfort as your pants run out of room for your prick, I grab your head with my left hand and pull my dick out of your mouth.

"Eight. What are you doing with all those clothes on? Pets don't wear clothes. You'll be so much more comfortable with them off and with a big ol' pair of donkey balls between your legs." I hold the labradorite ring on my right ring finger in front of your eyes and you automatically stare deeply into the stone, seeing the nebula inside it even more clearly this time.

I'm right, wearing clothes feels so wrong! That's not how a proper pet behaves at all. Reaching down, you pull your shoes and socks off. Then your hands grab your shirt and take it off before you obediently unbutton your pants. After unzipping, you pull them off. Your mouth drops open as you see eight inches of a rather thick dick straining in your underwear. A sense of awe takes hold as you pull your underwear off and look at what was once your human dick. It's thicker, the head is rather flat, there's a faint hint of a medial ring, and the flesh is darker.

Your admiration of your length is stopped short as your balls throb powerfully. Before your own eyes, their sac becomes smoother and darkens to a beautiful glossy black. Then you gasp as your balls double in size within a few seconds. It doesn't stop there, they keep growing while your sac struggles to keep up.

I pick you up and put you on your back on the couch. Then I heft your balls with my right hand and roll them around as they fill more and more of my palm. Your prick drips precum on your belly, reaching up past your navel.

"Just relax and let them grow, dear. Wouldn't it be nice if they were each as big as your fists? All that satisfying weight between your legs to remind you that you're made for rutting. And when people see you, they'll know it too. I promise they won't think you're a guy. I think you're going to end up with massive tits." I chuckle, bouncing your balls in my hand.

Soon only one of your testes can fit in my hand and my paw pads are making the sensitive flesh of your smooth sac send tingling waves of pleasure through you. They're so big now that your dick is looking small in comparison. My other hand grabs your dick and strokes it, encouraging it along and boy does that work. Your dick spurts pre as it pulses, gaining an inch, two, three, four... As it enlarges, it darkens and thickens, the medial ring becoming clearer and clearer while your cock head becomes flat and flared. By the time your balls reach the size of your fists, you feel like you're going to explode.

"Seven. You know it will please me to watch you drink your own load and you want a donkey muzzle that your dick will fit in very badly. You are a flexible donkey slut, able to get that flare past your lips easily." I grab your shoulder and help you curl in on yourself. "Cum in your own mouth! Right now!"

Opening your mouth, you get your flare in. I give a lot of attention to your medial ring, my paw pads slipping across it as I make quick jerks. Spurred on by my suggestion and handjob, your whole body cums hard, your flare expanding and your prick convulsing from base to tip.

Just as you cum, I say, "Bray!"

That instinctual sound you'd been holding back comes out full force. "HAAAAAWWWW!" As you bray around your shaft, cum you were supposed to be swallowing floods out of your mouth and spills down your chin, making a mess of your neck and chest. Your muzzle pushes out, your teeth pinching in your gums. The bottom of your vision is now obstructed by a donkey muzzle, a dusting of gray fur growing on it.

In your salty yet sweet spooge, there's a nice honey-like flavor and the complex grassy notes of fresh hay. It's delicious, and as you drink it down, fur grows in on your arms, spreading down to the backs of your hands. The volume of each shot tapers off until cum is just leaking from your equine cum hole and you swallow every bit like the good girl you are.

"Six. You're still hard and your balls still ache, you need to breed someone and you can't stop thinking about my puffy, hybrid snatch. You're feeling more and more like my pet, like you exist to please me, and you desperately want to be inside me, to fill my womb with your seed." I crouch over you as I speak, touching my dripping wet pussy to the head of your massive, cum-dripping donkey cock. "Bray like a good jenny and I'll help sate your burning need."

That word, "bray" is irresistable every time I utter it and your head flies back and lets loose a needy "HE-HAAAWW!" as your own jizz drips from your chin.

You're still in the middle of braying as I spread my canine spade with your flare. I groan as your thickness stretches me open and then gasp as your flare pops into my cunt. All of my tits jiggle as I ease myself onto your impressive shaft. I don't let up, I keep taking more and more of your shaft inside me, my belly bulging from your thickness, right between my lowest set of tits. You feel the muscles inside my satiny tunnel twitch, tightening and then loosening as I moan. Pride starts to well up in you as you watch droplets of pre fall from my shaft onto the white fur growing in on your belly.

"Good God you're big, girl! I'm getting so close, I--NGH!--I'm gonna--HAAAAH! AAAAHHNNN!" An orgasm hits me hard, my legs getting weak enough that I fall toward your lap. As your medial ring pops past my clit, I howl, my depths clenching around your shaft.

Not even waiting for my orgasm to finish, I start riding your dick ferociously. I grab your hands and put them on my middle set of tits, my hard nipples pressing into your palms as they jiggle. I'm so hot inside, smooth, and ever so slick. My wetness is soaking into the belly fur that's spread to your groin, thighs, and your smooth equine ballsac.

I slow down a bit, my attention returning to you as I put my hands on your chest. "Five. Your tits are going to get so big that there's an unmistakable weight on your chest, so big it's easy for me to slip my dick between them and cum all over your face. In addition, your body's also going to lay the groundwork for you having a big-clitted, slutty equine pussy. There's no stopping your changes now, all that girliness you were embarrassed about craving is going to be yours...well, mine. Because you're here for my enjoyment. Because you exist to serve me, pet."

A strong tingle develops under my hands, white donkey fur fills in on your chest as your chest pushes up into my paw pads. At first, there's this tight mass under your nipples about two inches in diameter. All the sensation is centered there, a bit sore, until that mass branches out into milk ducts. As the soreness abates, inch after inch of supple, gropeable flesh balloons between my fingers. Just as your breasts surpass C-cups, you're getting intricate sensations from me squeezing your mammaries. You can feel just how much pressure each of my paw pads is exerting and the blunt claws on my fingertips as they curl inwards to appreciate the wonderful new weight on your chest.

Just under your balls, you feel this pulsing pressure. Your legs twitch as you spread them wider. A twitching inside you coincides with a deep tugging. Your balls pinch for a moment and then you feel even more movement inside you. Ovaries have budded off your balls and are traveling up into you. With a thud, they pop into your body and travel deeper, following that twitching, spreading sensation inside you.

Getting your tits played with hits you with such potent pleasure that your dick gets painfully hard inside me. I yip and ride you even harder, my pussy sliding over your flare and medial ring swiftly. Every time I hilt you inside me, your huge balls slap against my backside. Soon, your tits surpass D-cups and they're flailing equally as much as your balls. Your breasts grow to double D's as I cum again around your shaft. Feeling my pussy undulate around your dick again, your shaft starts pulsing.

Between moans and gasps, I manage to say, "Four. Your pussy will grow with every gush of cum you put in me. So hurry up and CUM INSIDE ME, PET!" I fall onto you one more time, burying every inch of you inside me. Then I howl and grind atop you as the peak of my orgasm hits.

Your flare spreads my depths open as your huge donkey cock thunders in my canine snatch. "HEEE-HAAAAWWW!" you cry out as your length contracts from base to tip and you unleash an embarrassing amount of cum.

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