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Post-Op Centaur
The first time Kenji remembered seeing a centaur was on a VHS copy of Disney’s Fantasia he watched at his grandparents’ house. He couldn’t have been older than four or five at the time, long before this current era of mainstream genetic modification, but in that very moment, Kenji new he wanted to be one. He’d watch that segment over and over again, studying the centaurs’ graceful movements, the way they’d dance on their four hooves, the way they’d embrace each other with their strong arms; he’d often picture himself rearing up on his hind legs in a proud display of virility—if only he had hind legs, that is.
Growing up, Kenji’s fascination with centaurs mounted to something of an obsession: he’d archived all sorts of media depicting them and dedicated most of his spare time searching for anything else that portrayed his most coveted subject. Kenji also spent many hours in the gym meticulously sculpting his physique, dreaming of a day he’d be able to mount his chiseled torso between the shoulders of a mighty stallion (though because his human legs were of little interest to him, he often skipped leg day). And while Kenji was someone many would consider beautiful, his desire to be a centaur was so strong that he couldn’t see past the limits of his human form; thus, Kenji lacked the sort of confidence one might expect from such a handsome man.
One day, Kenji heard news he’d been longing for his whole life: thanks to sudden breakthroughs in genetic engineering, it was now possible to augment the human form in all sorts of inhuman ways. For some, this was an opportunity to change the natural color of their eyes or hair; for others, to try something more exotic like adding a pair of horns or wings to their physique. Right away, Kenji knew what he had to do: it was time for him to become a centaur.
The procedure would be quite complicated, not to mention expensive. It would involve a brief stay in a care facility and lots and lots of tests, as well as Kenji’s input in every step of the development of the equine body that would become his lower half. Fortunately for Kenji, he had amassed a fair amount of disposable income during his career and this procedure was precisely what he wanted to spend it on. He booked the procedure (what Kenji was secretly referred to as his “transformation”) the same day as his consultation and anxiously awaited its arrival.
When the day finally came for Kenji to become a centaur, he had expected to awake from his transformation brimming with vim and vigor, ready take the first hoofsteps into his new life almost right away after waking up. Instead, all Kenji felt when he first awoke was pain. Pain, concentrated entirely around his heavily bandaged midsection, and numbness—though Kenji could see the contours of his human waist transitioning into the withers of the equine body he was now attached to, he could do nothing with it. Such was the purpose of his stay in the care facility: as his body adjusted to its changes, nurses would tend to all of his bodily functions. They stretched and extended Kenji’s newly grown equine muscles; they cleaned him and tended to his sore, bruised midsection; they even tracked his movements and, much to Kenji’s dismay, had to help him pass waste through parts of his body he couldn’t yet feel or control.
In short, it was all quite embarrassing. Kenji was beginning to wonder if all of this had been worth it, all the pain, the poking and prodding of parts he was only just beginning to have sensation in, the total reliance on strangers to tend to his every waking need. His misgivings weighed heavy on his mind; after all, it’s not like he could reverse the procedure—his legs had already been donated to a former paraplegic who was grateful to be fully ambulatory again, and without the custom-grown equine body he’d already spent a fortune on, he’d be in need of a new pair of legs himself. And when it came time to remove the bandages around his midsection, Kenji was repulsed to see just how horribly bruised his waist and abdomen truly were; rather than the excitement he thought he’d feel when first seeing the transition between his human and equine bodies, he instead felt only disgust at the sight of his purple, blemished skin. His disgust was only redoubled when he was told he’d have to wear a support girdle around his waist for the next several weeks, apparently to reduce further bruising and swelling. How was Kenji supposed to enjoy being a centaur when becoming one left him feeling so hideous?
In time, though, Kenji was able to stand on his four hooves with assistance and he began to learn to walk again, moving up to a trot in the span of a few days, then to a canter. Galloping, he was told, would have to wait until he had regained sensation all throughout his lower half, but Kenji was starting to come around that he had, in fact, made the right choice to become a centaur. Eventually, Kenji’s time at the care facility came to an end and he was released to continue recovery in the comfort of his own home.
Now, months have passed since Kenji’s transformation. The bruises around his midsection eventually faded, and before long the swelling at his waist had subsided to the point he could discontinue the use of his support girdle. Finally Kenji could run his hands down past his hips and onto to his equine shoulders. To feel his fur tickling his fingers and in turn feel his hands brushing against his equine hide was the sort of bliss he’d been chasing his whole life. When he looked at himself in mirrors, he finally saw the man he always knew he was meant to be: a strong, handsome centaur, not unlike the ones of Fantasia who had influenced him so as a child. Though he’s mostly adjusted to his new, happy life, there remain moments where Kenji finds himself in awe of his centaur body, still in disbelief that it’s not just some fleeting fantasy in a dream. It honestly hadn’t occurred to Kenji before his transformation just how much his desire to be a centaur had consumed his life, as he’d never really thought much about what his future would look like when he was human. But now, Kenji finally felt free to imagine a life for himself he could actually be excited about. He was a man changed in every sense of the word, and in the months following his transformation he’d already become more confident and outgoing, having found true friends in others who had gone through “transformations” of their own—oh, and the galloping has been really fun for Kenji, too!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Centaur
Gender Male
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 1.14 MB
A fantastic photo and story combination, id love to live in a world where this was possible
Great photo morph and great story especially! It reads like a trans allegory somewhat, how Kenji knew who he was truly born to be, how he felt genuinely happy with himself post-op.
Yeah, but I also take the "he found friends in those who had "transformations" of their own" line at the end as a cute way of saying he's a big ally
Then, one day he enters into a field surrounded by horses. The horses gave him more attention than they would a normal human and try to mount him. He fights some of them off but there are too many and he is soon overpowered. When he was penetrated he discovered that the operation didn't go the way he wanted. He wasn't the stallion he wanted to be, He was a mare.
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