Den of the Slobby NEET Horse Girl (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Horse Girl TF

WORDS: 2000

A shut-in young woman's dream of becoming a popular horse girl go sour as her new reality enhances her less desirable qualities.

This story was a commission for StructuralNightmare on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/structuralnightmare

Commission Info: https://href.li/?http://eyebeast.deviantart.com/journal/Commission-Info-615442807

Horse icon created by TheMerryWolf: https://bsky.app/profile/themerrywolf.bsky.social

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            Grumbling to herself as she shut the door behind her, Oriko shuffled back to the comfort of her desk. Sitting down in her chair, she turned her computer screen back on and was given a momentary glance at her long, black hair and the dark shadows beneath her eyes. Bathed in the glow of her favorite game, she was able to ignore the fact that the shirt hanging on her unflattering form was several days past needing to be washed. With part of her chubby belly sticking out over the waistband of her grungy sweatpants, she hadn’t been in exactly the best condition to argue with her mother.

            “She just doesn’t understand,” the dropout college student muttered to herself. “There are more important things like school or working myself to death. Like you. My precious, precious, Maka Mare-Chan.”

            As with most days, Oriko spent time she should have used applying for a job instead for rolling gacha in her favorite game, Horse Girl Haven. By now, she had spent an exorbitant amount of her mother’s money to fill out most of characters with the best gear that could be obtained. While she was one of the top players, she had been mostly interested in the game as a means of ogling the cute horse girls as they pranced around the screen. It was that very same drive that had pulled her towards a very specific character banner.

            Oriko had been drawn to the event by a rumor that had been floating around the internet. While the banner failed to show any specific character, the promise of an elusive prize was enough to get people talking about its connection to a new type of technology. Though it seemed to be fantastical, the sheer abysmal rate to get the lucky pull was enough to get the NEET girl to buy in. She just needed to hope that her luck lasted long enough before her mother found out.

            With one finger press at a time, the shut-in rolled the dice in an attempt to claim the prize. Any bad pulls she received had their impact lessened by the cheering faces of the cute horse girls that greeted her each time. Feeling as if she had her own personal cheer squad, she kept on going with complete disregard for her family being able to pay the bills that month. Just as she felt like she was hitting the upper limit of the credit card, she finally saw it.

            “CONGRATULATIONS!” the screen displayed. “You have been selected for the grand prize of the Horse Girl Haven immersive experience. If you accept, you will be transported to a world of equine wonder using our new, experimental technology*”

            Too elated by the promise of winning a prize and proving her mother wrong, Oriko didn’t bother to read what the asterisk meant. Hitting the accept button, she suspected to receive directions on how to access an exclusive collaboration event. Instead, the image showed her an unflattering image of herself. Just as she was about to turn it off, the depiction shifted before her eyes into something else. Something that made a grin appear on her face that lingered even as her entire body began to shudder from an unknown force.

            Elated by this sudden energy, Oriko stood up to try and deal with her shaking body. Before her very eyes, she watched as her loose-fitting shirt became taught around her swelling bosom. The ample breasts became accompanied with an equally curvy rear to fill out her sweatpants. Watching the paleness of her skin dissipate in favor a more tanned tone and her hair straighten out into locks that reached down to her skinnier waist, she was more than willing to accept that her prize involved a much-needed makeover.

            Oriko’s hopes were raised up alongside her ears as they maneuvered to the top of her head. Once there, the ears elongated into long tips and gained a thin layer of black fur. Flicking her new additions, she took a moment to feel the growth coming from right above her shapely backside. When she finally noticed the tightness in the back of her sweatpants, she showed no remorse in pulling the back of them down to let her newly formed horse tail freely wave about. An ecstatic noise like a whinny left her lips as she fully understood that she turning into one of her beloved horse girls.

            Striding through her room around her newly hooved feet, Oriko reveled in the tingling sensation that came with her clothes. Standing in front of her mirror, she let her eyes gleam at the sight of her raggedy shirt being replaced with a frilly dress made up of a shade of pink bright enough to blind people. The ill-fitting sweatpants were replaced with an elegant skirt that was a perfect match to both compliment her butt and leave space for her tail to wave about. A diamond circlet wrapping around her forehead served to both keep her hair in check and give her a hint at the other changes happening around her.

            With a flash, the dimly lit room was illuminated by a regal looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The new light source was able to shine light on how Oriko’s Horse Girl Haven posters were starting to get overridden. Her initial stress at losing the limited edition pieces was overtaken by pride as she saw her own, modified figure on the prints. Each one depicted a part of her new reality of her winning idol contests as the most beloved Horse Girl on the planet. The dreary photos of her awkwardly standing with her parents instead featured them celebrating her adorned with various medals and trophies. Even if she knew this was all fabricated, a flicker of her ears was enough to fill her mind with new memories of this superstar life.

            “This is like a dream come true,” Oriko spoke aloud, impressed by her more melodic voice as she couldn’t help staring at herself in the mirror. “I knew I wasn’t wasting my time. Now I’ll get to show mom, those bitches at school, and the entire world what a cute horse girl can-“

            Oriko’s monologue was interrupted by an unsettling beeping noise coming from her computer. Prancing her way over to see what was wrong, she saw the game screen had been covered in a blinking, crimson red ERROR message. Feeling something sink in the back of her throat, she tapped a shaky finger on her mouse to click on the notification.

            “ERROR reality clash occurring. Unable to fully override user’s habits and behavior. Differs too much from idol target.”

            “Hey, it’s not that bad,” Oriko replied with a huff. “I don’t care what you have to do, you stupid machine. Just make me the most popular horse girl in the-BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPP!”

            Stumbling on her hooves from the sudden belch, Oriko smacked her lips as she was forced to taste something heavy and meaty on her breath. Whatever it was she had eaten in this reality had no doubt been added onto the rapidly swelling gut currently pushing at the front of her dress. As the bulge surpassed her original belly three times over, she forced herself to glance back at the screen.

            “Complete override failed,” the system stated. “Combining realities to accomplish task without destroying the multi-verse.”

            “Wait, hold on a UUUUUURRPPP minute,” she belched out in a panic. “What are you talking about a multi-“

            This time, Oriko was interrupted by a rippling PHHHRRRRRTTTTTT that made her formerly elegant tail flicker from the burst of flatulence. The embarrassing release came with a sinking of her firm ass cheeks as they wen through their own growth spurt. Wearing away at the fine skirt, her engorged derriere resembled an actual horse’s rear thanks to its girth and the gas that continued to slip out.

            “Abort, abort,” Orika pleaded, trying everything she could to get the program to stop. “I didn’t ask for BWOOOOOORRPPP this.”

            Orika’s erratic typing came to a halt as she fell down on top of her keyboard. Picking herself back up, she saw the torn remains of the top of her dress clinging to her meaty, drooping breasts. Hoisting up the udder-like mounds, she tried to take a deep breath to keep herself calm. This ended up being her undoing as the following exhale came out another OOOOUUUURRRPPP to further rip off her once elegant dress.

            The stomps of the horse girl’s hooves came alongside more of her clothes being torn asunder by her growing girth. Thickening, chunky thighs and a widened waist left most of her undercarriage exposed. A strange tingling between her legs was quickly covered up by her gut sinking downwards to cover her crotch. Wincing at the sight of the thick trail of body hair lining her flabby belly, she hazarded to reach beneath it to address the feeling. Pushing through a bushel of newly grown pubes, she was met with a strange warmth emanating from her pussy.

            Oriko’s panic at her degrading form stopped at a single twitch of her plump finger against her womanhood. That small press was enough to make a moan part her lips and put her mind on something else. The shut-in was no stranger to sessions of self-pleasure; it was one of the many ways she spent her free time. However, she had never felt the pull this strong before. Nor could she find any reason to stop herself from going further to indulge in her equine libido.

            Continuing to tease her womanhood, Oriko waddled her way back over to her seat. Unconcerned with how the simple desk chair had been replaced with a custom-made, double wide throne, she sat her fat ass down on it. Getting comfortable in her spot, she wobbled her butt cheeks back and forth as she set into a rhythm. Letting her tongue hang out, she didn’t even flinch as another wayward belch roared up her throat as she fully gave in to her rhythm.

            Without any concern for who could hear her, Oriko let out one neighing moan after another. Though her heft made it hard for her hand to fully access her pussy, she it made up for it by giving her plenty to touch. Sliding her free fingers up her trail of belly hair, she found newfound interest in playing with her sagging chest. Rubbing at the mounds, she was given flashes of implanted memories featuring a variety of different men and even a few women getting to play with the plump teats.

            Increasing the speed of her groping and masturbating, Oriko completely ignored another shift in the world around her. The chandelier, now much grimier and cracked, turned itself off to let the screen of her computer take over lighting the room once more. The dimmer illumination shined on her posters being replaced with images of horse girls just as fat and hairy as her in various states of undress. Some were clearly meant for more carnal purposes, while others showed off crowds of people gathering around to celebrate their victories at eating contests and sumo wrestling tournaments.

            As Oriko drew nearer towards her release, something pulled her to lift her thick neck up. Seated above her computer was a large poster featuring her hairy, husky self in a simple gown and baring the same, diamond circlet that was still firmly stuck around her fat head. Despite looking horrendous, there was a pudgy smile on her face that beamed with the same sense of pride as her idol version. Tightly clasped in the poster Oriko’s hands was an award for “Horse Girl Streamer of the Year.” It was the surge of pleasant memories that came with looking at the poster that brought Oriko to her climax.

            Oriko’s post orgasm shivers ended up further stinking up the room with a rumbling BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP that made her tail flicker once more. Left breathing heavy and sweat seeping past her circlet to drench her face, she didn’t think twice about grabbing the half empty can of soda from her desk. Chugging down the sugary drink, she expressed her satisfaction with her indulgence with a deep BWOOOOOOORRPPP.

            As the belch petered out, the slobby horse girl’s ears perked up at a knock at the door. Heaving herself out of her chair, she stumbled through the numerous, empty snack bags littering the floor. Shielding her weary eyes from the light in the hall, she looked down to see a platter baring a triple layer carrot cake. Placed near the irresistible dessert was a note with very familiar handwriting.

“Make sure you eat your fill. You’ll need all the energy you can get for your stream tonight. We love and support you, honey!”

-Mom

            With a smug grin on her face, Oriko picked up the cake and pulled it into her room. Closing the door behind her, she waddled her way back to her desk to get ready. Leaving the cake in front of her, she followed her instincts as she tapped away at her keyboard. With all of the necessary commands pulled up, she kept up her eager expression as she pressed a button to go live.

            “Hey there BWOOOOOOORRRRPPP everyone,” the NEET horse girl belched out. “This is Obese Oriko coming to you with another session of indulgence.” Grabbing a handful of cake to stuff in her mouth, she showed no restraint in front of the millions of people watching her as she unleashed a blubbery BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPP from her backside. “I hope you enjoy the UUUUUUURRRRRPPP show.”