New Year's Fitness Goals - Horse Girl TG
Tags: Inanimate, Horse, Caption, Uma Musume: Pretty Derby, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!New Year's Fitness Goals - Horse Girl TGBenjamin had not always been overweight. Five years ago, he had been skinny…
Benjamin had not always been overweight. Five years ago, he had been skinny and active, playing tennis three times a week and eating whatever he wanted without consequence. Then he hurt his hand badly enough that the doctor told him to stop playing for at least six months, and those six months had turned into a year, which had turned into never going back at all, always putting it into his new year's fitness goals, but never going through them. The gacha games started as a distraction during recovery and became his new lifestyle. The latest gacha he was obsessed with was Uma Musume Pretty Derby, his current obsession, a mobile game about cute horse girls racing on tracks and training to become champions. He had spent more money than he wanted to admit building up his roster of perfectly trained characters and somewhere along the way, he had realized that he was jealous of fictional horse girls who could run without getting winded after climbing a single flight of stairs. At the end of December, right before the new year, a notification popped up on his phone advertising a new fitness app. He almost dismissed it, but something about the icon caught his attention. It looked like an Uma Musume style horse girl silhouette. He installed it out of curiosity. The app opened to a screen showing a beautiful horse woman with flowing mane and bright eyes, and she spoke directly to him through the phone's speakers. I see potential in you! Before we begin, I need to scan your current form to create your training profile." Benjamin looked around his empty apartment and shrugged. 'Why not?' He placed the phone on his desk and rotated slowly in place while the camera tracked his movements. When he picked the phone back up, the app had generated a perfect 3D model of his body that was almost unsettlingly accurate, capturing every curve and cranny of his overweight frame. A massive wall of text appeared. Terms and conditions. Privacy policy. User agreement. Benjamin scrolled to the bottom without reading any of it and hit Accept. Now choose your trainer name! the app chirped. He typed in Violet Breeze because it sounded like the kind of name an Uma Musume character would have and the app responded with enthusiastic approval. Training begins on New Year's Day!I will make sure to do everything in my power to turn you into the greatest Uma Musume ever! Rest well until then, Violet Breeze!Benjamin tried to open the app again, but it just showed a countdown timer. He shrugged and went back to his regular games, assuming it was some kind of augmented reality fitness thing that would have him running in place while virtual horse girls cheered him on. The holidays passed in their usual blur of family obligations and leftover food. Benjamin came home late on New Year's Eve after a party at his cousin's house, exhausted and slightly drunk and collapsed into bed without even changing out of his clothes. He woke to his phone screaming at him. VIOLET BREEZE!YOU ARE LATE FOR YOUR DAILY ROUTINE!WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP Benjamin groaned and pushed himself out of the blankets, his whole body feeling strange and wrong in ways he could not immediately identify. His clothes were huge on him, hanging off his frame like he had shrunk several sizes overnight and he was covered in sweat that smelled different from what he remembered. Sweeter somehow and more floral. He reached over to turn on the bedside lamp and froze when he saw his hand. It was small and delicate. The fingers were slender and the nails were perfectly manicured and the skin was smooth and pale without any of the hair that should have been there. He turned it over and stared at his palm and felt his heart start to pound. Then he looked down at his chest and made a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a moan. Breasts, he saw two large, perfectly shaped breasts straining against the fabric of his too-big t-shirt, the nipples already hard and poking through the cloth. He brought both hands up instinctively and cupped them, and the sensation that shot through his body made his back arch. "Mmmmmnnnngh!" They were sensitive. So sensitive that every touch sent electricity sparking through nerve endings he had never possessed before, pleasure radiating from his chest down to his core where something else had changed. He could feel it. An emptiness where there should have been weight. A heat where there should have been nothing. He threw off the blankets and looked at his body. 'Wait what the hell, I am really a chick now!' Wide hips curving out from a narrow waist. Long legs that tapered down to delicate feet. And between those legs, visible through the gap in his boxers, a pussy. Pink and glistening and already wet. "Mmmm~ ahhhhn~ what is~ what is happening to m~" His hands moved on their own, one staying on his breast and squeezing while the other slid down his stomach toward the new anatomy. His fingers touched his outer lips and he whimpered at the sensation, so different from
