Training Maximus (Sissy Boy/Stallion) With audio!

Chapter One; Forbidden Fruits

The moment Zach saw the stallion, he new what MUST be done; HIS butt, by IT'S cock.

So Zachary began feeding the horse--(from the neighboring field to his subdivision)--the same glossy leaves from his abutting neighbor's rubber bushes that he himself had begun incidentally consuming as a newly pubescent kid years before; the same leaves that had increased his strength and flexibility to beyond that of an olympic gymnast, AND caused his body's growth development to prioritize that which he trained towards, as if his mind could now actually shape his body into his greatest wants... His desires growing along with them as well.

Despite being an older teen, everyone mistook Zach for a 12 year old girl, with a voice to match. Not that Zach minded. It made life a little less demanding, giving him more time to focus on his 'passions': gardening, and sex. Often-times he would even dress in catholic-school-girl-skirts (extra loose to hide his dick bulge) as he rode his bike through his small town delivering fruits and veggies.

Zach's jaw was highly motile, if small, thanks to his daily cuke and gourd fellatiating. His body, though having grown a foot taller in the last few years, remained slim and girly. Zach's cock on the other hand; that he was especially proud of. Exactly 8 inches of tumescent blimpiness, the glans remaining boyishly undeveloped, but the shaft boasting a select few pulsating veins; which -- when erect -- constantly fed the little mushroom cap crowning his length with an intense feeling of swollen purpose.

He was always imagining all the smooth, oiled butts (and the occasional plump, pussy) he wanted to prod with his 'love torpedo', to pop past the entrence and feel that blissful internal stretching...pulsation around his FAT shaft, as he pressed himself deeper...deeeep. Mmm!

But... much MORE often, Zach's dreams were filled with thoughts of the biggest dicks imaginable, pumping into his own little-boy-pussy. Giant aggressive guys with foot-long dongs like baseball bats, thrusting out their pleasure in his welcoming back-door.

...So baseball bats were what Zach first started traing with years back -- then he had moved onto large-sized soda bottles to continue getting that perfect, overly-stretched feeling he so craved.

But the bottles quickly became too short for his amazing rectum, so it was back to his glass greenhouse garden, this time for some_overgrown zuchinis; raised in mulch from Zach's own rubber bushes--in turn grown from secret cuttings out of his grouchy (if unobservant) neighbor's backyard.

Perrrfect. The Zukes grew several feet in length, their girth often rivaling that of the soda bottles his butt was always in danger of swallowing whole. He adored their smoothly textured feeling against his bowing ass-cheeks, as the green shafts sunk deep within, all-the-way-up to his solar plexus – Zach, dreaming of giants from the ancient days of earth_dicking him_sensuously...

But then he had met Maximus, the new horse out in the field at the end of his block...

Zach's first glimpse of the breeding stallion -- as he rode his bright-red bike and jostling wagon along the dirt path shortcut (past the back fences of his neighborhood) – the beast meandering along while indulgently browsing the thin grass--in what had always previously been a corn-field...

...Instantly caused the unsuspecting dick tucked into his boy-briefs to burst out the waistband, actually stretching the material several inches from his waist, as-if_it TOO was straining for a “peak”!

Zach wiggled his firm butt along the bike seat, grinding at his plump prostate - all while staring over the fence at the 1,000 pound specimin of muscle and...well, MORE muscle! The horse's balls clung to the underside of its belly like jumbo avocados, taut in their dark-brown sack...

...The equine's equimable brown eyes watching the teen with a vague interest, one that quickly grew into delight, it's ears pricking up as Zach reached into one of his bike's rear basket saddles and lifted out 18 inches of 'well-used' zuchini smelling sweetly of coconut oil and wrapped in cloth.

The horse trotted over, it's whole body (and most especially it's flanks) rippling with tendons. Zach rested the vegetable on the top rail of the wooden fence, and while the horse's powerful jaws went to work wolfing down the glistening treat, he stroked down the big creature's neck to the broad shoulder, marveling at the soft fuzzing of short brown hair that made up it's coat.

The horse made short-work of the jumbo snack, bringing it's head down to look Zach in the eye as if asking, 'please let there be more'! Zach giggled. The horse was obviously a glutton. Unfortunately -- (other than the four impressively resilient strawberries currently nestled in Zach's pink, velvity rectum) -- the boy had just finished selling the rest of produce from the rear wa

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