Hung like a horse girl

Name: Babette 'Babs'

Race: Centaur (draft breed)

Height: 8' (20 hands)

Weight: A LOT! (somewhere around 3,000 lbs)

Coat: Dark Cherry-wood

Eyes: Blue

Bust: F-cup

Gender: Shemale

    Big is the perfect word to describe this massive centauress. If big actually goes as far as her! It's clear to anyone she's not the lean and quick figure most people would associate with the centaur race. Her line must come from some sort of draft stock, because her figure would look right at home hauling some massive, barrel-laden wagon about.

    The girl's more human-like half is just about as big. Plump would be a good way to describe her. Her short, red hair is a bit of a mess, often falling into her face, only to get blown back into place with a quick puff from her lips. Her cheeks are spotted, freckles peppering here and there. Those spots continue down her shoulders and her chest. There they sprinkle over the woman's massive breasts. Those things should give her back problems, but with the strong back and stability of her equine half, they offer her little trouble. Those heavy mounds are capped with large, puffy areolas, nipples as big around as shotglasses rounding them off.

    Below, her belly rests, pudgy but not excessively fat. Were she a more common race, she'd be sporting a muffin top for sure. In fact, there's a bit of such even without tight pants, the juncture of her skinned and furred halves causing a bit of a roll of her softness.

    Her equine half is even more massive. Powerful legs support the girl's huge weight, the limbs strong and thick. Her huge hooves are mostly obscured, covered in the fluffy fetlocks that further mark her out as some draft breed. It's hard to tell at a glance if her more animalistic portion is muscled or fat, though with the way her coat shifts with each heavy step, it seems to be a generous helping of both. Her flanks are broad, but soft to the touch, and her massive rump looks able to flex and tense despite the jiggle it gives when she walks.

    And should one catch a peek at that rump, easy to do considering it's at least eye level with most people, they might notice something odd. Under her cherry-wood tail, there's the plump pucker of her tailhole, but lacking are the pouty petals of a maresex. Where they should be leads down to two practically massive orbs. The veiny skin wrapped tightly around those huge wrecking balls, feeding the gigantic foal-factories, producing untold amounts of thick, virile mare-seed with which to leave fillies and colts growing inside some unfortunate broodmare.

    Just forward of those sperm-swollen globes, it seems her lower half tries to be as busty as her upper half. Despite lacking a maresex, the centauress indeed has everything else a mare should. Like her upper half, she posesses two large, over-sized horse mounds. The two masses of mare-flesh look engorged, swollen and round. They're pressed outwards, and the reason is very clear. Sprouting from between them, is a gigantic sheath. It's right monstrous in size, even on her massive frame. So large, it looks as if a human woman could almost fit her head inside, were it not packed so full already. The huge, fat cocktip of her's is almost always exposed, too thick to pull back into it's cover. The wrinkled mass almost always glistening, slick as it slowly drools a huge glob of thick pre.

    Should that massive mare-cock awaken, actual mares may fear for their lives. Three feet if it's an inch, her lovers would find it easier to accommodate their own leg than struggle to accept that huge slab of flesh into their too-small bodies. Though they might not have a choice, that veiny, pulsing length and it's owner aren't ones to be denied. The sight and smell of that huge breeding tool enough to send women into unwanted ovulation, an organ who's sole purpose is to violate into the most fertile depths of females, the fat, blunt tip designed to grow and trap any unfortunate breeder in place, unable to escape without first a belly full of growing foals.

    It's clear Babs takes pride in her mammoth endowments, and nearly as much pride in her musk. With her sheath constantly oozing with pre, she gives off a powerful scent. The raw, untamed smell of a virile, powerful stallion. At times, it's so strong it stings the eyes and burns the nose of those near her. She doesn't seem to care. If they can't handle how potent she is, that's their own fault. Is it a curse of a blessing? Scholars could debate that, but she'll simply enjoy forcing her potential broodmares to bathe in her musk, till all close enough to smell them will know instantly just who's foals are straining their bellies so hugely...

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WARNING:
Babs is not gentle at all with her broodmares. She expects them to handle how huge she is, and any potential broodmares will have to get used to having something as thick as their thighs breeding them. She doesn't care if she turns you inside out or breaks your hips, just that you swell with her seed and her foals.

Not only is Babs' seed exceptionally thick and virile, but the last few spurts will be even thicker! It's sticky, like glue, and quickly forms into a stiff gel, meant to plug up a female and keep her seed trapped inside. It's difficult to remove and doesn't dissolve easily in water. Expect to have a huge belly even before her foals really start growing.