It was at the horse race that the life of Detective Mary Chevalle was changed forever. There, she investigated a possible connection between the proprietors of the track and human trafficking. But instead of meeting her source after the race, she was grabbed from behind and drugged.

She was already changed when she woke up. Horrified at her lack of arms and her absurdly shortened feet, she screamed. A high pitifull whinnying left her mouth, the only sound her altered vocal chords could produce now. No one cared anyway: Her handlers were callous men who treated her like any dumb animal.

Her new life consisted out of enemas, forcefeeding and too short rests filled with dreamless sleep. The true nightmare was the daily training. She galloped, trotted and pranced according to the screen on front of her, mercilessly pulled onward by the automativ shuttle and the leash attached to her nose. Every stumble was punished by painful electroshocks through the giant dildo in her ass. She suspected that the seemingly endless track she was on was only a optical illusion created with a treadmill and a big wallscreen. It didn’t matter, the exhaustion was real. She soon realized that her enlarged breasts were two water reservoirs feeding into to her bit. At first, she sucked at it greedily, hoping to reduce the encumbering weight of the two globes. But as she emptied her bladder for the first time and tasted her own piss, she realized her torturers had found a clever way to recycle the liquid waste.

There was only one thing more horrible for Mary than her present situation: The thought what she was being trained for...