A warm puff of air against the back of my head and neck, and then the reverse as she drew in air through her nose. Breeze's rumbling breaths seemed to shake the entire room as she gently held me in place against her immense body, thick arms wrapped around my smaller form. Sat in Breeze's lap as the massive mare lavished her affections on me, I couldn't help but smile wider and wider whenever her big, grey muzzle nosed down on me. As always, Breeze herself was sat on the floor against the wall, long muscular legs stretching to the other side of the room; her butt squishing magnificently against the wall and floor, her immense breasts pushing and pressing into me with every motion she made. I'd turned the TV on for her, and her eyes fixated on the flatscreen even as her head periodically bobbed down to nose on the back of my head and gently lick me with that velvety tongue of hers.
I wasn't really paying attention to what program was on the TV - the news, I think it was. I was much more focused on the white mare hugging me into those soft, jiggly spheres of hers, and on trying to keep from blushing too hard. Reaching up with a hand, I gently brushed Breeze's cheeks, the mare nickering in response. Effortlessly lifting me up, she rotated me so that I faced inwards, and hugged me all the tighter. It was an odd sensation, being smooshed into her body - her beachball-sized breasts pushing into almost my entire upper body with their warm, soft curves; the little bit of her smooth stomach that I could feel, muscular and solid beyond what any bodybuilder could hope to achieve, the soft, furry surface rippling slightly whenever she moved her torso; and her massive arms behind me, encircling me with their fluffy, muscled bulk.
Rubbing Breeze’s muzzle seemed to take the weight off my shoulders. It helped me relax, which was good - constantly worrying about Breeze wasn’t the best thing for my mental health, but the white mare herself seemed to set me at ease simply by being near me.
I motioned for Breeze to cease her affectionate nuzzlings for a brief moment, and checked the time on my watch; 1 PM - lunch time. Breeze always resisted letting go of me, as if out of fear that I would break like fine china if not in her sight, but she also always relented, and I went to the kitchen to prepare our food. For myself, I shoved a ready meal in the microwave, and for Breeze I collected several carrots. I had expected Breeze’s diet to change following her transformation, but she still seemed to eat what she had as a horse, and no more of it despite her size. Popping back into the living room, I handed Breeze the carrots, which disappeared into her mouth almost instantly. I re-entered the kitchen before she could sweep me up into another hug.
I sat next to her on the floor once my food was done, my plate resting on my lap. I kept glancing back between Breeze and the TV, though - I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about her was off…
“Breeze,” I said, getting her attention. “Do you think you can stand up? I want to test something.”
Breeze did, her bulk shifting as she rose to her feet...
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