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Cintia humantaur [Patreon exclusive]
🕑 Added 2024-09-19 12:00:07 +0000 UTCWhy did this have to happen to me? Out of all the horrific possibilities, this was the one I feared most—a mutation that twisted my body into some grotesque parody of a centaur, but without any of the grace. No, what I’ve become is far more disturbing. A "humantaur," if that’s even the right term for this abomination. Two torsos, two pairs of legs, two sets of genitals, and a tail that seems to have a mind of its own, occasionally teasing and tormenting my rear in ways I never wanted to experience.
And these… extra breasts? Why do I even have them? It doesn’t make any sense! What kind of twisted logic led to me growing a second pair? I don’t know what to do with them, how to feel about them. They just hang there, mocking me, another reminder of how alien my own body has become. Every movement makes them sway, another sensation I didn’t ask for, didn’t want. It’s like my body is in constant rebellion, flaunting this new, obscene form at every opportunity.
Everything about this anatomy is wrong, foreign, and maddeningly arousing in the most unwanted ways. Moving is a challenge; every step, every shift sends confusing jolts of sensation through both halves of my body. I can’t even tell which sensations belong to which part of me anymore. And then there’s the constant, infuriating awareness of my doubled sex. It’s as if my body is in a perpetual state of arousal, demanding attention I’m too ashamed to give. The tail doesn’t help either—it’s like it knows exactly where to touch, making me squirm in discomfort and frustration.
The shame is unbearable. I can barely stand to look at myself, let alone touch. But it’s all there, painfully obvious—two sets of breasts, two torsos, and between my legs… I can’t even finish the thought without cringing. How am I supposed to handle this? Do I even want to try? Every sensation is doubled, every touch a maddening echo, and that damn tail seems to delight in reminding me of what I’ve become.
Before I can sink any deeper into my frustration, the door to my quarters slides open with a hiss. My heart stops as I realize I’m standing there, barely dressed, my new anatomy and that mischievous tail on full display. I try to cover myself, but it’s futile. There’s just too much of me now, too many parts to hide. The intruder—a crew member, their face a mix of shock and something else—stares at me, eyes wide with a mix of emotions I can’t quite place. I feel my face burn with humiliation, but there’s no escaping this. We’re both frozen, caught in the intensity of the moment, and all I can think is how the hell did it come to this?
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