Princess Horsecock_Story

Princess Ophelia Midori was the fairest lady of a small city-kingdom nestled far away in the mountains. Young at 20 she was a terrifically skilled fighter, trained from birth with the very best the small kingdom could offer. Her armor was laden with the strongest of magical wards and tempered in the hottest dwarven forge.

Trouble arose when Darius, Captain of the Royal Guard, went missing with his elite squad of soldiers. When the word got out that he last seen fighting unknown horrors that suddenly appeared from deep within the kingdom’s most profitable gold mine, Princess Midori gathered her own personal retinue and headed for the depths.

The thought of losing her lover (though no one knew of their relationship) drove her into a desperate pace. Her party descended the mines into deeper and less explored areas over the next few days with haste. Exhaustion beset the party, and against better judgement they pushed forward. They breached a large room full of the denizens of horror, and it wasn’t long before her party members, one-by-one, were transformed into grotesque abominations of their former selves. However they bought the precious time for Princess Midori to escape.

Yet she did not escape untouched - she was hexed by an errant bolt, and as she ascended the mine her body slowly transformed. First the area where she was struck felt swollen and tender. Then the pressure grew painful. She moaned in pleasure and discomfort as the straps that kept her codpiece on snapped and sent the piece of metal flying. A meaty cock sprung out into the cold, damp air - shaped not of a human’s but the stallions they tame.

Princess Midori’s body was dragged to the floor as her cock grew tall and past her head. Her balls grew to the size of boulders and just as full with semen.

“Impossible.” She thought, “My armor was made with the best wards any cleric could cast!”

Yet this thought changed nothing as she was quickly forced to waddle - her legs forced wide by the giant ballsack that hugged her taint closely. The growth was “slow”, and by the next day her new-found genitals had stopped growing. They now weighed just as much as she did when fully clad in armor.

The fairest lady pleaded for the nightmare to end as she tried her hardest to ignore the intense shooting pleasure emanating from the unwanted penis. It didn’t matter how many times she ejaculated, it would not go soft and demanded more attention.

When Princess Ophelia Midori was found malnourished and dehydrated one week later, she was emaciated. But everyone would always remember how the horsecock attached her to small frame was so flushed and full of vigor.