Stepping lightly was not easy for a giant horse-man, especially not when he'd only been a giant horse-man for a little over twenty-four hours, but Christoph managed it well enough to not ruin the carefully plowed lines he'd made just the other day as he walked along the field and planted potato seeds in the afternoon light. If anything, the big dumb horse part of him made the whole thing easier since he could drop the seeds in place, then just use one shovel-sized hoof to push the furrowed soil closed over them.
Simplicity itself.
He sighed with content as he did his work, though it was with less content than his usual contentful work sighs. Christoph liked farming, he liked the idea of ushering in new life, of helping feed the folks in town, liked working hard for a fair boss and earning his pay.
The only problem was that now he also liked fucking his boss' son and daughter, sprinting around the farm to feel the wind in his hair, and eating enough food that Keldor's calculations had him going back to town for more supplies in a week instead of a month.
He let out another sigh, one of frustration as he thought about the strange magic on him, how it was affecting his life. Sure, it made a few things awkward, and he couldn't go inside most buildings, but he lost his virginity, he was tall and strong, and the running, oh the running was nice. The staring less so. He was very glad that Keldor's farm was far enough away from town that people would have to be extremely bored to come and gawk at him en masse, but that didn't mean that no one came to see him.
That morning, as he'd been running the lanes between the fields in an attempt to burn off his excess energy after breakfast, he realized he was being watched. On the main road, leaning on the gate that separated the lane leading to the house from the road, was a woman with raven dark hair and a burgundy cloak. As Christoph approached, the raven haired woman turned out to be Melissa, the wife of the mayor.
In Plowman's Rest, mayorship lasted until everyone agreed that it was time for a new mayor, which meant it was the closest thing that most of the locals ever got to seeing nobility since it usually lasted until the mayor died. This was why Melissa had married a humorless, unattractive man like the mayor. This was a fact that both she and her husband freely admitted, neither ashamed of their trophy marriage.
The rumor around town, however, was that she was also sleeping around on him. Neither of them would give credence to such rumors, but just looking at her, it was hard to doubt.
Melissa was absolutely gorgeous, not in spite of, but because of her years, the time aging her like a fine wine, giving her an air of maturity and focus that drew many eyes indeed. That, her solid six foot height, and the fact that her tits were the size of her head didn't hurt either.
As she pushed open the gate, Christoph could see she was dressing to make them look even bigger, a bustier not quite hidden by a borderline scandalous dress making her cleavage look incredibly deep.
Granted, she often dressed like that when she went out around town, but it was still a sight to behold.
"Hello, Christoph," she said with a purr, closing the gate behind her.
"Hello, m'lady," he said, more than a little nervous as he took his hat off.
"No need to be so formal dear, there's no one else here," she said with a tittering laugh as she walked past him, beckoning him to follow with a glance over her shoulder before strolling off down the path he'd just come from. "I'll admit, I'm not here on any business of my husband's. I really just wanted to get a look at you, since I missed you yesterday."
"I suppose I can't blame you," he said with a sigh, trotting until he was beside her. "But I can hope that not everyone will try to come and stare."
"You poor boy," she said dryly, looking him up and down. "You can't say you haven't gained anything from whatever happened to you."
"True," he agreed, flexing his arms a bit for her to see, warmth flowing through him as she smiled. Without any other prompting, he wondered what those ruby-painted lips might look like stretched around his cock. His mind quickly wandered to the previous night, to fucking the twins into a cum-flooded stupor, how their bodies had so graciously deformed around his ridiculous horsemeat.
Part of him knew they should have died, that the human body didn't stretch like that, but most of him was incredibly aroused that they had stretched like that. For him.
One of the things he'd been a little worried about was being a virgin forever, not because he was unattractive, but because people and horses did not mix that way, not without serious injury. Now that he knew that wasn't an issue, there was a whole world of possibilities to explore.
And the eyes he was pretty sure Melissa was making at him said she was having similar thoughts.
Looking at her eyes made him realize she'd been talking.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Oh my, not listening to your elders, shame on you Christoph!" she teased, laughing softly as she turned and lead the way further from the farmhouse. "I was saying, I really wanted to see what you could do, how you stack up to other men now, and other horses."
"Oh? And, what did you have in mind?" he asked, part of him thinking of some kind of obstacle course or something, while another part of him surged to life beneath the barrel of his body.
He hoped she didn't look.
He really hoped she did.
"Oh, this and that," she said as they came up to a corn field. "Tell me, Christoph, what is your opinion of the outdoors?"
"I like them a lot more now that I can't fit inside most houses," he joked, following her as she made her way through the tall stalks, almost laughing as they reached higher than her head while the tallest barely got to his chest. "But I suppose I've always liked a good breeze and a blue sky. What about you, Misses Cooper?"
"Melissa, please," she corrected, coming to a stop once they were deep in the corn and turning to face him. "I find the outdoors... Exhilarating."
From his new natural angle, he could see right down her dress, though just about anyone could given how low her square neckline went. He was amazed simply breathing didn't expose her to the world. He was even more amazed when she reached up and did it herself, pulling the front of her dress down and detaching the cups of her bustier with a simple tug to let her heavy chest hang free in the air for all the world to see.
Well, for a whole bunch of corn and Christoph to see.
"Got your attention big man?" she said, licking her lips as she moved closer, her hands slipping under his too-tight shirt to play across his abs. "I'll admit, this is daring, even for me... But I just had to give you a try, you know? My husband isn't much in bed, and I'm worried I'll never have a child..."
'Right,' Christoph thought as she trailed her fingers along the line where his horse coat began and followed it along one of his sides. 'The first thing to do in a barren marriage is find the local centaur and show him your tits.'
"No need for that kind of language," she said, throwing him a knowing glance as she slipped down beneath him.
"D-did I say that outloud?" he stammered, almost jumping when she touched his cock, gritting his teeth as her fingers started tracing veins. "I didn't mean-"
"You're right, of course," she said, before he felt her tongue following the bulge running along the underside of his cock, from the edge of his sheath to the flared head. "I wasn't lying, mind you, but I'm not here because I want a baby... Who knows, keep this under your hat and I might even visit more often!"
Christoph couldn't see her, corn fields being notorious in their lack of conveniently placed mirrors, but he could imagine.
He could imagine her squatting, the shifting pressure of her hands on his cock telling him she was a putting her weight on it, holding him for balance even as she stroked and squeezed, milking thick, slimy precum out with every motion.
"Most men love this next part, but we'll see how you like it," she said before her hands vanished from his shaft, only to be replaced by something warm and soft enveloping the head and making him sigh.
"I think I'm most men in this regard," he managed to get out as he clenched his fists and tried to hold still. It wasn't everyday the mayor's wife squeezed one's dick between her tits and he didn't want to ruin it.
"Maybe, but in most you're in a whole different league!" she said before he felt her tongue darting out to tease the oozing slit in the tip of his cock, making it twitch and jump between her tits and gush even more into her cleavage. "I'm just glad you like it, since I can't really work this beast like I do most."
"Don't worry about it, its great," he said quietly, eyes slipping closed, basking in the sensation as his control slipped, twitching his hips, forcing his cock between her breasts a little deeper, angling off her chest and slapping the flared head against her face.
"Oh, easy boy!" she gasped and giggled, before letting out a sigh and kissing it like it was a long lost lover.
The sensation was entirely alien to him, even the twins hadn't been so thorough in their appreciation. He only wished Melissa had a twin as well, having grown rather addicted to the twofold ministrations of the previous night.
