Ginger picked up the massive book and made it float to where she caused it to set down softly on the kitchen table. She then began leafing through the pages, seemingly scanning each page for something she wanted.
"Now that you have a fair recollection as to the rules about me, your genie, and having just put me through a time of orgasmic hell, I wish for you to learn from an old saying, what goes around comes around!"
Standing there wondering, as Ginger spoke, "I wish to show you the essence of causing your Genie pain and humiliation. As you thought it funny to make me orgasm so harshly, starting... now, your scrotum shell begin to swell, becoming the equal of size, weight, and volume output of a stallion Zebra. You shall feel now the horny desire of a stallion Zebra having just sniffed the winking vulva of a mare, your upper lip rolled inside-out in a flehmen reaction.
All this culmination as your human male member becomes the sheath and stallion Zebra. The member becoming primal of animalistic contours, extending when erect, as hang near straight, being twenty-two of your inch/foot measurements. The color of it as a dark gray/black hue, of highly sensual flesh, ending not with your circumcision, but as that of a male zebra, being similar to the bell end of a brass horn!
I deem this as part of your physical and mental self, changing your desires for women to prefer mares, and of your changed maleness to last until the next phase of the new moon." Ginger said, as she slapping her hands, she then slapped closed the book, did turn, as stood there looking abrasive, before then blowing a kiss to show her fuller sense of disdain.
No sooner her kiss was blown did the front of a pair of dress slacks begin to tent, as tenting to where the zipper parted, and what burst forth made then the need to gawk, as look, both hands coming to cup under swelling black, bigger balls, and the growth of an equine species sheath what held then a massive male member.
"Ack...," as said, before them with a scream, I felt a horrid sense of arousal starting, as did the upper lip roll back and I inhaled, seemingly thinking I had just sniffed at the rump of a mare standing nearby. All thought of the horror faded, as diminished. I stood and looked at Ginger, she showing an evil grin, said then, "Would you like for me to teleport you to meet a willing mare?"
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