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My office was bathed in a warm, golden glow, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding inside me. As I raged on the phone, I clenched my modified fingers, marveling at the sensation of the power they held. The insatiable need for answers pumped through my veins, as strongly as my hybrid heart pounded in my now heavily endowed chest.

"Damn it, Jenkins, you son of a bitch!" I spat into the phone. My voice, once commanding and crisp, now came out as a mix of frustration and equine snorts. "You promised me this gene replacement therapy would be a game-changer for our company, not a goddamn freak show!"

On the other end, Dr. Jenkins, the disinterested head of the project, responded with an infuriating calmness. "Look, Cassandra, I understand your frustration. But we're still in the experimental phase, and there were some unforeseen side effects. It's all part of the process."

I snorted, my horse-like mouth twisting into a grotesque grimace. "Unforeseen side effects? Jenkins, you turned me into a fucking mare! My face, my ears, and this ridiculous tail!" I swished my new appendage angrily, my modified rear end still clad in the tattered remnants of my once-pristine executive suit. "And let's not forget these absurdly massive tits!" I looked down at my swollen, heaving chest, where the buttons of my blouse strained against the relentless pressure of my expanding breasts, now exposed to the world in all their horse-hybrid glory.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my situation, both metaphorically and literally. "This transformation, Jenkins, it's not just physical. It's fucking with my head, too. I can't stop thinking about...about grazing and sex. It's maddening!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Cassandra, I assure you, we'll find a solution. For now, we need to document the effects and collect data for further analysis."

I slammed my hoof-like hand on the desk, making my glass of water tremble. "I don't give a shit about your data, Jenkins! I need this fixed, and I need it now. You've made me a damn monstrosity!"

My rage was like a tempest, fierce and unrelenting, while I maintained my conversation with Dr. Jenkins. I was almost oblivious to the tremors that shook my own body, my fingers absentmindedly brushing over my moist, needy sex, trapped in this animalistic form.

"Jenkins, you don't understand what it's like to be a fucking horse! I can't even walk properly anymore, and you want to talk about lifestyle adjustments?" I scoffed, my voice tinged with a mixture of anger and longing.

Meanwhile, beneath my obscenely large breasts, my fingers traced delicate patterns on my engorged, sensitive clit, eliciting quiet moans from my horse-like mouth. The shame of my urges fueled my anger even further, creating a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions within me.

Dr. Jenkins continued, completely unaware of the storm of sensations I was navigating. "Cassandra, I get that this is challenging, but we need to work together to find a solution. In the meantime, there are some adjustments you should consider. You'll need a larger office space, and we can arrange for a more horse-friendly environment."

I growled, my hips bucking involuntarily as my fingers worked their magic, a puddle forming beneath me on the plush carpet. "A 'more horse-friendly environment,' Jenkins? What does that even mean?" I panted, desperately trying to maintain composure while giving in to the overpowering desire that had taken hold of me.

The power of my transformed body coursed through me, an intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and frustration. My massive breasts swung heavily with each movement, the sensation a constant reminder of the grotesque beauty of my transformation.

Jenkins droned on about dietary changes, grooming, and stable accommodations, all the while I writhed in my office chair, fighting the urge to surrender completely to the insatiable beast within. The sensation of my equine tail flicking against the carpet, and the way my hybrid body responded to my touch, had me teetering on the edge of ecstasy and despair.

It was an overwhelming blend of fury, arousal, and helplessness, as I faced the surreal reality of my new existence and the tantalizing journey it promised. I couldn't deny the transformation had ignited a fire within me, a wild storm of desire that I was only beginning to comprehend.

"I can't believe I'm even discussing this with you, Jenkins," I seethed, trying to maintain a semblance of control as I continued to touch myself. My body refused to yield, every stroke sending a surge of pleasure coursing through my veins.

As I stroked my throbbing, engorged clit, my hybrid mouth let out a strangled moan, part horse, part human, all wild. My massive breasts quivered with the intensity of the sensation, and I could no longer contain the storm building within me.

Jenkins' voice seemed distant, drowned out by the tempest of my own making. "Cassandra, I understand this is difficult, but it's—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I let out a guttural scream, my pleasure and frustration mingling in a cacophony of sound. My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, relentless and unyielding. It was loud and angry, an explosion of ecstasy and torment that left me trembling.

I continued to cum, my hooves pounding on the floor in rhythm with my convulsions, my hybrid tail thrashing wildly. My fingers, slick with my juices, worked furiously to prolong the climax, each sensation driving me further into the abyss of pleasure.

As I finally came down from the peak, I could hear Jenkins still talking, concern in his voice. "Cassandra, are you all right? I heard...something."

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my arousal still smoldering beneath the surface. "I'm fine, Jenkins," I managed to say, my voice shaky. "Just... dealing with some personal frustrations. Let's get back to the damn adjustments, shall we?"

Description
My office was bathed in a warm, golden glow, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding inside me. As I raged on the phone, I clenched my modified fingers, marveling at the sensation of the power they held. The insatiable need for answers pumped through my veins, as strongly as my hybrid heart pounded in my now heavily endowed chest.

"Damn it, Jenkins, you son of a bitch!" I spat into the phone. My voice, once commanding and crisp, now came out as a mix of frustration and equine snorts. "You promised me this gene replacement therapy would be a game-changer for our company, not a goddamn freak show!"

On the other end, Dr. Jenkins, the disinterested head of the project, responded with an infuriating calmness. "Look, Cassandra, I understand your frustration. But we're still in the experimental phase, and there were some unforeseen side effects. It's all part of the process."

I snorted, my horse-like mouth twisting into a grotesque grimace. "Unforeseen side effects? Jenkins, you turned me into a fucking mare! My face, my ears, and this ridiculous tail!" I swished my new appendage angrily, my modified rear end still clad in the tattered remnants of my once-pristine executive suit. "And let's not forget these absurdly massive tits!" I looked down at my swollen, heaving chest, where the buttons of my blouse strained against the relentless pressure of my expanding breasts, now exposed to the world in all their horse-hybrid glory.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my situation, both metaphorically and literally. "This transformation, Jenkins, it's not just physical. It's fucking with my head, too. I can't stop thinking about...about grazing and sex. It's maddening!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Cassandra, I assure you, we'll find a solution. For now, we need to document the effects and collect data for further analysis."

I slammed my hoof-like hand on the desk, making my glass of water tremble. "I don't give a shit about your data, Jenkins! I need this fixed, and I need it now. You've made me a damn monstrosity!"

My rage was like a tempest, fierce and unrelenting, while I maintained my conversation with Dr. Jenkins. I was almost oblivious to the tremors that shook my own body, my fingers absentmindedly brushing over my moist, needy sex, trapped in this animalistic form.

"Jenkins, you don't understand what it's like to be a fucking horse! I can't even walk properly anymore, and you want to talk about lifestyle adjustments?" I scoffed, my voice tinged with a mixture of anger and longing.

Meanwhile, beneath my obscenely large breasts, my fingers traced delicate patterns on my engorged, sensitive clit, eliciting quiet moans from my horse-like mouth. The shame of my urges fueled my anger even further, creating a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions within me.

Dr. Jenkins continued, completely unaware of the storm of sensations I was navigating. "Cassandra, I get that this is challenging, but we need to work together to find a solution. In the meantime, there are some adjustments you should consider. You'll need a larger office space, and we can arrange for a more horse-friendly environment."

I growled, my hips bucking involuntarily as my fingers worked their magic, a puddle forming beneath me on the plush carpet. "A 'more horse-friendly environment,' Jenkins? What does that even mean?" I panted, desperately trying to maintain composure while giving in to the overpowering desire that had taken hold of me.

The power of my transformed body coursed through me, an intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and frustration. My massive breasts swung heavily with each movement, the sensation a constant reminder of the grotesque beauty of my transformation.

Jenkins droned on about dietary changes, grooming, and stable accommodations, all the while I writhed in my office chair, fighting the urge to surrender completely to the insatiable beast within. The sensation of my equine tail flicking against the carpet, and the way my hybrid body responded to my touch, had me teetering on the edge of ecstasy and despair.

It was an overwhelming blend of fury, arousal, and helplessness, as I faced the surreal reality of my new existence and the tantalizing journey it promised. I couldn't deny the transformation had ignited a fire within me, a wild storm of desire that I was only beginning to comprehend.

"I can't believe I'm even discussing this with you, Jenkins," I seethed, trying to maintain a semblance of control as I continued to touch myself. My body refused to yield, every stroke sending a surge of pleasure coursing through my veins.

As I stroked my throbbing, engorged clit, my hybrid mouth let out a strangled moan, part horse, part human, all wild. My massive breasts quivered with the intensity of the sensation, and I could no longer contain the storm building within me.

Jenkins' voice seemed distant, drowned out by the tempest of my own making. "Cassandra, I understand this is difficult, but it's—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I let out a guttural scream, my pleasure and frustration mingling in a cacophony of sound. My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, relentless and unyielding. It was loud and angry, an explosion of ecstasy and torment that left me trembling.

I continued to cum, my hooves pounding on the floor in rhythm with my convulsions, my hybrid tail thrashing wildly. My fingers, slick with my juices, worked furiously to prolong the climax, each sensation driving me further into the abyss of pleasure.

As I finally came down from the peak, I could hear Jenkins still talking, concern in his voice. "Cassandra, are you all right? I heard...something."

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my arousal still smoldering beneath the surface. "I'm fine, Jenkins," I managed to say, my voice shaky. "Just... dealing with some personal frustrations. Let's get back to the damn adjustments, shall we?"