Eagerly, Denver surveyed the dimly lit bar, the air thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, and alcohol from the other patrons. Bars like this weren’t his typical scene and he was painfully reminded how out of place he was. Several men had come over to ask him to share a drink or partake in a game of billiards but he’d politely declined. He was more than content to sit back by himself and watch the scenery this night. Especially with what he knew was to happen.
Denver coughed a little, unused to a public atmosphere that still permitted smoking. Nearly everyone had some sort of cigarette, cigar, or joint in one hand while nursing a drink in the other. Denver had avoided any inhalants himself, nursing his third rye and coke of the evening. It would likely be the last night he or anyone else in the bar would consume alcohol, so he intended to enjoy it while he could. It was perfectly mixed, for whatever that was worth.
Sipping his drink, Denver took in a wide glance of the room again, looking for signs of anything unusual with his fellow patrons. The congregation was fairly drunk and rowdy at this juncture, but nothing too out of the ordinary for a Friday night bar scene. Not at all what he’d expected from a bar living up to the fantasy of ‘pleasure island’. Yet, at any moment, that was likely to change, along with the patrons.
He’d stumbled upon its existence quite by accident. An out-of-the-way dive bar, only open on rare occasions. One that promised free booze, cigs, and drugs to any patrons lucky enough to come by it during open hours. Given the highest praise and five-star ratings from online review sites. On the surface, at least. The strangest things came from researching the establishment on darker forums. Numerous reports of missing persons or strange noises coming from the establishment from those fortuitous enough to turn in early. Sounds of screams and even brays that were clearly inhuman. Not the typical expectations from a local bar scene, at least none that Denver had ever gone to!
Even more interesting, the true proof of the fates of those who stayed late came from a small video taken after hours. One that appealed to Denver’s long-standing desire and proved ‘Pleasure Island’ lived up to its media namesake. Something that by all accounts should have been impossible. Yet, no tampering or special effects could truly capture the horror and wonderment of footage he’d witnessed. And if what he saw was true, that would mean, if he attended the establishment on one of those fated nights, then…
Denver watched in fascination as the patrons went about their evening, blissfully unaware of the fate likely to soon befall them. Wistfully, he had wondered if he would meet another like him, who had come here by choice in hopes of embracing the change that the bar promised. Unlike everyone else, best he was aware, Denver knew exactly what he was getting into. He had come willingly of his own volition, knowing he would turn into a jackass. A total animal, one likely completely devoid of humanity or reason. And nothing Denver could imagine was more exciting to him than that prospect of change.
All his life, Denver had lived an average existence, currently with a steady job, and a few close friends. He knew full well he would be giving all of that up for the unfulfilling life of a simple farm animal. Deep down, he knew how foolish it was, how risky. There was every chance might just as well end up an abused farm animal, forced to pull heavy plows or carts full of children. Even in the best-case scenario of ending up on a stud farm, he would still be stripped of his humanity to live a simple bestial existence, living in squalor and stripped of human intelligence and reason. Or perhaps worse still, he’d remember he was once human, forced to recall what he’d lost, what he’d given up for all time.
Yet, despite the feelings of trepidation, Denver couldn’t imagine ever being satisfied with simply forgetting what he’d seen when even the remotest possibility existed that he could experience a first-hand transformation. His desire to be changed was beyond all reason and logic. If there was the slightest chance it was real, that he could be turned into a jackass and feel even a fraction of the lust he’d imagined from undergoing such a change, he had to try. Thus, he remained in the Pleasure Island bar, watching the other patrons with equal parts fear and interest, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. No turning back now, he reassured himself, trying to forget all he had abandoned and focus on all the sensation that this night would bring.
He wasn’t sure how the whole process worked if it were something in the beer or cigars, some technology, some spell. Furthermore, he doubted selling donkeys was particularly profitable. There must be some other motivation to the proprietor’s choice to transform its guests. Perhaps it was some type of punishment? All of the patrons were male, which suggested a particular demographic, but frankly, Denver didn’t care. He wouldn’t be able to ask soon anyway, and that was fine with him.
The patrons in the bar had mostly scattered by now, stumbling off drunkenly into the night, having their fill of partying for now. Denver had been expecting this. It was highly improbable that the Pleasure Island bar took all of its visitors as victims each time. That was far too likely to provoke suspicion. From what he could gather from online forums, the disappearances were limited to several individuals each time the bar opened. Many had, in fact, visited the establishment to return and report how enjoyable their experience had been, hence its raving reviews. Yet, it seemed odd that no one questioned the connection of the establishment to the handful of vanishing men. Denver chalked it up to a consequence of whatever means were used to transform the unfortunate victims, be it technology or magic.
A distinctive bestial noise from a man seated at the bar broke Denver from his reverie. The sound was unmistakenly a bray, something that no human could easily elicit. His heart leaped in his chest at that. It was really happening! Still, all his attention zeroed on the source of the sound, unsure of whether what he heard was real or a figment of his desperate imagination. His eyes focused on a man who looked more like an elf cosplayer than the human male he had been the last time Denver took note of him. Excitedly, Denver watched as the man, oblivious to the changes, rubbed absent-mindedly at his ears. They had grown decidedly longer, towering over his head and quickly sprouting a patch of thick gray fur. The distinctive ears of a jackass, just as Denver had hoped!
The changes were soon not limited to just that, however. Suddenly, the seat of the man’s pants burst open, allowing the beginnings of a long ropey tail to make itself known. The man flushed with embarrassment, fearing he might have relieved himself, but relaxed as he grabbed his new tail behind him. Clearly, he was not aware of what it meant for him. His friend laughed at the scene, braying mixed in with his chuckles as his mouth stretched wide, revealing thick, flattened teeth.
To Denver’s surprise, everyone else in the room now seemed to sport noticeable donkey-like features by this point. One man dropped his pool cue with confusion as his fingers retreated up to his stretching arm, his middle finger lengthening and darkening as the tip become encased with dark keratin nails. Another man began braying successively, the animalistic sounds coming from his now rubbery lips egging on his continued laughter. The reaction set off a braying fit from his neighbors around him as well, each bray causing the man beside him to bray in tandem. One man grabbed his mate in a foolhardy attempt to dance to the light background music that still droned monotonously over the speaker. The thick sounds of their newly developed hooves echoed loudly in the enclosed space. They each eventually fell over, unsteady on their new hooves as they hit the floor hard, braying in pain from the unexpected impact on their asses and their newly sprouted tails just above them.
It quickly became evident to Denver that no one had any clue what was happening. He could almost chalk it up to excessive alcohol consumption. Certainly, everyone remaining in the tiny bar was beyond inebriated by now. As he watched the former patrons laugh and bray and play with their ears and tails it was obvious they were not privy to the knowledge of what literal asses they were making of themselves. They seemed totally unaware that their last remaining moments as humans were fleeting, and they were doomed to spend the rest of their days in blissful barnyard ignorance.
Just then Denver’s own ears began to burn. He reached up, touching them, fully aware that he was changing, despite being buzzed himself, a clear separation from the experiences he observed in the rest of the patrons. Was it because he knew what was coming? Regardless, he squealed in delight as his fingers met a warm patch of fur distinctively higher upon his head than he was familiar with. Groping the tips, Denver could detect the fur erupt in between his fingers, feeling how warm his ears were as they stretched and widened. His body began to itch all over, making him wonder if he was beginning to grow his own thick coat of donkey fur.
At that, he couldn’t help but feel his crotch dampen. Denver looked down, seeing a spreading wet patch that signaled the presence of something far larger than the penis he’d brought with him as a human being. Had it grown so much already? He felt his whole body flush with arousal from the prospect of the changes that were overtaking him. Finally, he would live out his deepest fantasy! Joy was simply too inadequate a word to portray his emotional state. He wanted to gaze at his naked body, bask in the glorious bliss of his new form while he retained sufficient human intellect to do so.
Finally, cries of panic seemed to indicate some of the men were realizing what was happening. By now it was too late, however. The exits were sealed. Whatever force or magic that changed them would keep them locked within until they were reduced to mindless livestock. One man leaped up, banging on the door as his middle fingers extended and their tips were covered with black keratin. The hard clack of hooves on wood resounded as he screamed and brayed in frustration. Another man shouted as he fell over, back cracking heavily as his four-footed posture took hold. He kicked and bucked and agony, tearing away the stretched fragments of his human trappings as they quickly became ill-suited to his new form. A couple of men sat around the bar, laughing and braying till their bodies became too heavy for the merger chairs to handle and they collapsed, falling to the floor in a heap of broken wood and torn clothing. The men quickly righted themselves, able to better support their weight on all fours as their necks painfully stretched out simultaneously, adorned with bushy black manes.
As much as Denver was turned on by the scene around him of men becoming asses, he wanted to relish every moment of his body becoming more asinine, feeling the ecstasy of transformation to the fullest. It was his one and only chance to explore himself before losing himself to bestial bliss. With that in mind, he left the erotic scene of men degrading themselves into asses, his crotch wet and moist from the thoughts of watching his own transformation.
Denver ducked into the restroom, thankful it was unoccupied at the present time. Though he thought he heard the heavy breathing of someone in the far stall, however, the sounds of equine awakening were oddly absent. Could someone be passed out on the toilet? He tried to peek under the stall but the ceiling-to-floor privacy prevented him from seeing the potential occupant. He couldn’t do anything about it either way. Denver was as alone as he was going to be, and even if someone did stumble in they would soon be as much of a naked ass as he was to be.
Denver gazed at his shifting visage in the wide mirror, expectantly. His face remained mostly human for now, though his long thick ears and bulbous nose gave away his future. He huffed and snorted, watching his nostrils flare as his nose began to merge with his increasingly rubbery upper lips. The surface of each became dark, blackened with pepperings of hair and hide. The sight of his partially changed face turned him on more than he’d ever imagined. Thoughts and fears for his future crept up at the back of his mind but the prospect of arousal from experiencing the change firsthand kept them at bay.
His entire body shook with sensation as it itched and stretched, slowly expanding towards the jackass proportions he would carry with him the rest of his life. An insistent itch on his belly signaled the growth of more fur under his clothes that were increasingly more ill-suited for his changing body. Denver lifted up his shirt, noting how distended his stomach appeared, how warm and thick and blackened his hide was under his touch. Stroking it eagerly, Denver realized he had never felt donkey hide before in his life. He savored the warmth and leathery feel as dark gray hairs began peppering the surface, coating him in a delightful wave.
Through his ministrations, Denver slowly noticed how stiff his hands were becoming. Watching in fascination, the tips of his middle fingers began to stretch, the thick keratin of his nail beginning to encompass the entire surface. It was a sign that he wouldn’t have his human hands for much longer, much less any semblance of the human form. The moment was now before he lost his sense of touch forever. He had to feel what it was like to cum from an equine-sized member while he still retained human faculties to enjoy the experience. The sensations emanating from his crotch were already like nothing he’d ever experienced. The sight of his changes was turning him on more than he’d ever thought possible.
Slowly, Denver pulled down his pants and underwear, the heavy stench of his changed privates wafting up and hitting his now expanded black nose. Yet, he was not prepared for the sight that awaited him. His familiar human member had not begun to balloon outward to an equine shape. Rather, it was much smaller than it had been, but that was far from the worst of it. His shrinking cock head was slowly receding to be nestled in a thick cleft, one that opened to a deeper chasm that had formed where his balls once sat. The entire area was dark, leaking musky fluids that only served to turn Denver on more. Yet, despite his arousal over the sensations, his groin was rapidly beginning to resemble the backside of not a jack, but a jenny!
Denver’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Oh no, not this! How could this possibly not have occurred to him?! It was the only conceivable that any operation would need more jennies than jacks, or that any punishment might change some deserving men into females for the pleasure of their peers. Denver’s face flushed white. He was destined for the life of a farm animal, one who would be bred and fucked and have foals nursed from his as-of-yet undeveloped teats. This wasn’t what he has signed up for at all! Denver yelled helplessly, cries of anguish degrading into a heavy bray. How could he have been such a fool to throw his life away for this!?
Yet, despite his horror at the prospect of changing genders, the arousal he felt did not abate. If anything, the sensations coming from his new equine vagina increased ten-fold from what he had ever felt from being a human male. His new slit oozed fluids, begging his slowly blooming equine psyche to be touched, penetrated. Despite himself, Denver couldn’t help but imagine the same massive black member he’d once envisioned sporting himself; only now attached to a male on his back. He craved to be entered, wondering how good it could be to be fucked, to be opened fully and take an eager jack’s warm cum.
There was no point in denying the urges now. If he was doomed to change, to become a jenny, Denver figured he might as well enjoy it as best he could. Bringing his changing hands down to his former cock head, Denver gasped in the orgasmic sensation that rippled over his thickened flesh. His developing equine hood was far more sensitive than he’d ever dreamed of. A powerful wave of sensation built up in his loins, far removed from its male counterpart yet somehow familiar, an ever-climbing plateau of pleasure.
Denver snorted and groaned, feeling his face shifting and stretching out into the beginnings of an asinine muzzle. His eyes began to rotate to the sides of his growing head, giving him a wider view of the room. Yet, he closed them, doing his best to drown out the smells and the scents of the changing donkeys in the other room. He wanted to try and shut out all distractions. All that mattered was the encroaching orgasm, the baptism of his female donkey form.
At this point, his hands felt rough against his changing clit, his changing middle fingers stretching and thickening with dark keratin, the beginnings of his front hooves. Worse, his groin was shifting, as though the opening was somehow relocating. It was becoming harder and harder to pleasure himself, though he knew instinctively that it didn’t matter. He was soon past the tipping point and there would be no going back. The pleasure in his body was building steadily, fluids leaking all over his hooves and pooling on the floor below him. He was so close. The pleasure build up to a crescendo, and he pawed at himself frantically, until with a loud bray he came. The sensation was all-consuming, his body wracked with an orgasmic sensation that washed over him like fierce waves.
Finally coming down from his orgasmic high, Denver braced himself against the bathroom counter to keep from falling over. His body surged forth with the aches and pains of change, as though the sheer act of pleasure caused him to embrace his new shape and will his jenny self into being. His back snapped and popped, hips pushing forward which made standing on hind legs all the more troublesome. Clothes stretched and strained under the force of his changing form. He was unable to pull his shirt off as his shoulders had begun to rotate forward, restricting his range of movement. Pants pooled around his shifting legs as they thinned and lengthened. The thick nail of his middle toe stretched hard against the cheap material of his shoes, and he felt the seam split in half, freeing the new appendage. Strangest of all, something was waving back and forth excitedly behind him. Denver craned his neck backward and was greeted with the sight of his newly sprouted ropey tail. He flicked it back and forth in joy, amazed at how easily he could control it without being accustomed to owning such an appendage.
By now his hands almost entirely resembled hooves, fingers retreated up into his palms, leaving no trace of their former presence. His nails were thick, quickly reaching the diameter of his thinner arm as his front hooves took shape. It was steadily becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain his posture propped up against the counter. Still, he struggled, desperate to remain eye level with the mirror, to witness the last remnants of humanity fade away and be overtaken by equine excellency. The last spots of pink flesh were overrun by dark skin and thick patches of gray fur. His muzzle was long and thick, and he bared his teeth, watching the former human molars growing into thick equine slabs. His lips grew thick and rubbery, gums blotchy with mottled pink and black shades. A tickling sensation ran down his neck as thick dark hair sprouted along its length, adorning him with a glorious black cross along his hairy back and shoulders.
Curiously, Denver stared at the now complete donkey in the mirror, raising back his head to bray in a glorious release. He waited a few moments, anticipating a fog to grow over his mind, to cloud his human reasoning and make him a complete jackass. There were some stirrings of instinct, to be sure. The need to be fucked was ever-present, as were less pressing concerns of grazing, but he still recalled who he was, who he had been. Was he doomed to remember forever, to mourn his past humanity as he carried out an existence as a smelly farm animal?
Just then the door to the bathroom stall burst open and out stepped a fully formed, obviously male donkey. Unlike Denver, he seemed not to retain any of his former human intellect, and simply bucked and brayed nervously at being in closed quarters. However, after scenting the air for a few brief moments he stopped, staring vacantly in Denver’s direction, his thick male musk wafting over to Denver’s changed nostrils. Denver felt his own sex grow moist and needy, that desire to be filled washing over his entire being. Part of him knew it was wrong, it wasn’t what he had wanted or hoped for. Yet, there was no denying the need and lust he felt. There was no reason not to give in at this juncture. His fate was sealed regardless.
Without hesitation, he trotted towards the recently changed male jackass and turned around, shivering in anticipation as his cunt continued to leak copious fluids over his expansive backside. He raised his tail slowly, exposing the black pulsing flesh situated conveniently below his anus for easier access to the male’s stiff donkey cock. Suddenly, he let out a reflexive squirt of urine, nearly hitting the inquisitive male on the nose as he inched ever closer, eager for a better sniff at Denver’s backside. Denver would have blushed if he could, the act so embarrassing that he feared he’d drive his potential partner off. The male, however, only quickened his advances, scenting Denver’s moist sex and giving it a careful lick that sent shivers down Denver’s spine. There was little point denying it anymore; nothing was left of her male identity, no reason to continue thinking of herself as male.
There was little foreplay, the male simply giving a few deep licks to her cunt before quickly raising up his front hooves on Denver’s backside. Denver held her body still as the male’s stiff rod poked around her eager opening, desperately seeking entry. In response, she reared her hips back, eager to take that glorious length into her waiting folds. After what seemed like an eternity she felt the thick flesh slide easily into her depths. The feeling was electric; Denver couldn’t recall any sexual experience that came close to rivaling the feeling of a massive donkey cock penetrating her insides, so warm and thick as it stroked her walls. She nickered and bucked, thrusting her hips back into the jack as she willed his cock to go deeper, its presence causing her orgasm to build. Braying uncontrollably, the waves built to a crescendo and smashed over her, ripples of female orgasm flowing all over her donkey body.
Her walls clenched down hard upon her mate’s thick rod, and with a resounding bray, he came, spilling his thick seed deep in Denver’s new womb. She felt it flowing inside her, splashing against the walls of her cervix and filling her with contentment and bliss. After all, she had just fulfilled a powerful biological directive. The need to mate and breed and be filled with life-giving seed was at the forefront of her budding jenny instincts, even though she had not fully been encompassed by them.
The male slowly slid off her back and wandered away, his lust had also been satisfied. Denver stood there, feeling thick drops of semen falling out of her stretched cunt as her tail flicked back and forth in contentment. As she stood there, comfortable with the sensations of post-orgasmic bliss, her changed ears and nostrils picked up the signs of other asses outside the walls of the bathroom. She found herself wondering how the barful of men was taking to the change, and if any had been turned into jacks that could fill her cunt!
With that, Denver decided to exit the restroom. Her eyesight was lousy, but her hearing was excellent and her sense of smell was beyond comprehension. She could easily detect the scents of her changed brethren. As she’d suspected, there were now many more newly minted jennies than jacks. Most seemed unaware of their former status as humans, though a few brayed and kicked in obvious fear of being confined to an animalistic form. The few males were busy buried in their eager jennies. The scent of their cocks wafting over Denver’s nostrils triggered a further moistening of her changed sex. Despite having been filled once already she was far from done, wandering over to the nearest unoccupied jack, raising her tail, taking a piss, and wafting her scent in invitation. Perhaps this life wouldn’t be so bad, after all…
******
The farmhands had seen nothing like it. There had been many asses brought into their care over the years, all bound for various destinations, sharing the common fate of being unfortunate occupants of the Pleasure Island bar past closing. The farmhands all knew of its secrets, keeping them silent lest they, too, were subjected to an asinine fate. The owner of the establishment was a harsh mistress, her ire easily taken out on any male that dared cross her path. They knew the types of men that were drawn to the place and were content that at least most deserved their fates to succumb to the more animalistic desires that more perfectly suited their attitudes as human males.
Yet this female was different. She, once he, of course, showed the same twinges of lust as did all the newly turned jennies in heat. Certainly, she relished the feeling of male jacks deep within her cunt lips, allowing them each to spill their seed. Yet, she did not act like an animal, at least, not like those that had lost their humanity. She allowed herself to be herded into her stall each night, showing none of the stubbornness of her brethren in her demeanor. Stranger still, she displayed none the behaviors of most unfortunate souls who retained a memory of their past human lives. Many perished within weeks of their initial change, too distraught to eat, unable to cope with the horrific transformation they’d been forced to undergo. Could she have been a willing participant, someone who secretly desired the change and perhaps sought it out? Nothing like her had ever been seen before on their farm!
Curiously, they observed her actions for several days, and how she interacted with the other jennies and jacks. To their surprise, she sought out as many jacks as she could to sate her needs, even though her heat should have ebbed by now. How had she not been already pregnant? Hell, even those few still mentally human souls that had refused food and cared little for their futures eventually turned their heads at the enticing offer the newly turned jenny provided. She, in turn, sought out each of the remaining jacks, eager for the individual pleasures that they might provide. Before long she had evidently sampled all the resident males at least once, having preferences of course but never swaying from a potential offer.
An afternoon of research determined that an online video of a transformation, some minor evidence of their actions caught on film, had been leaked onto an online forum. It should have been impossible to trace their operation, unfathomable for the layman to comprehend that their mistress turned deserving men into jackasses. Yet, apparently, it had been enough for one man to step forward willingly. And now, the former man was the most helpful, important jenny in their care.
After some debate, they decided that perhaps it was a good idea to allow the footage to circulate on the web. Though their targets were particular men, those deemed deserving of an asinine fate, perhaps they could use a few willing volunteers to bring forth those less able to cope with existence as a jackass. Satisfied jacks and jennies were easier to train, and more desirable for sale. The impact of just one willing jenny quickly rippled over their entire herd and opened up a myriad of future possibilities for their operation. Perhaps they could even help those wayward souls who might seek out a bestial life as a more desirable substitute to humanity…
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Denver was aware that at least several days, if not weeks, had passed since the night of her transformation from human male to jenny. The concept of time, however, had little meaning for her new life. She spent her days in blissful contentment, grazing with her newly changed herd mates. After several days she noticed that many of the donkeys she’d arrived with had been rounded up to be shipped off to their new lives. Though, she and a small contingent remained with the rest of the onsite herd. The number of males available was limited, much to Denver’s chagrin. Still, she made the effort to sample each male at least once, eager to explore all the nuances of asinine intercourse with as many jacks as she could find.
Life as an ass took some getting used to at first, of course. She’d lost control of her bodily functions as a grazing animal and had to deal with the constant stench of her waste as well as those of her herd mates. The scents weren’t as bad to her changed nostrils as she would have expected, however. Though they were mostly repugnant, she noticed there were subtle nuances in piles left by different beasts. They contained a wealth of useful information; health, virility, and the identity of the ass who had left them. She had to grow accustomed to dealing with constant swarms of biting flies, her tail doing little to aid her distress by swatting only a small portion of them away. Her meals were bland at first, consisting of only grass and hay, but as time passed her handlers seemed to recognize her compliance with their requests and often gifted her with carrots, apples, and other delicious foods not provided to the herd’s other tenants.
Strangely, her heat had not abated in the days following her transformation. Many of the other females seemed less interested in sex as time passed, but if anything, Denver felt her lusts only growing stronger. Perhaps it was a side effect of her mental state, a way for her mind to come to grips with the transformation. Or, perhaps, it was a result of the arousal she’d felt from the sight of her changing visage in the mirror. Either way, the constant heat in her loins kept her in need of being filled by the nearest willing jack.
As the days went by, she became aware that some individuals in her new herd seemed disassociated. Perhaps, like her, they retained memories of their former lives. These asses stayed away from the rest of the herd and were particularly difficult with handlers, refusing to eat or mate with their herd mates. Denver took particular interest in those individuals, saddened at their lost resolve and eager to share with them the joys of equine life. The males took little convincing, her needy scent quickly coaxing them out of their shells and exposing them to the pleasures of the asinine flesh. The females, however, took more work. She had no way to communicate with them directly, to relay the pleasures that their changed plumbing could provide. She even went against her urges, giving each a series of sensual licks to their changed sex, to provide a taste of what a jack’s member could do to aid the heat that still permeated their newly formed bodies. Slowly each new female relented, seeking out the nearest jack for their own satisfaction, coming to know the sensations that Denver experienced all too well.
She entered her stall every night willingly, though distraught at the thought of losing access to precious males even for the few short hours she was remanded in her pen. Oftentimes, her excessive lust could not be sufficiently quelled by her frequent daily mating sessions, and she was forced to improvise. Lacking the manual dexterity to message her parts without outside help, thankfully, their new positioning made it possible to rub them on objects and surfaces inside her stall.
Denver was careful not to penetrate herself on any wooden frames lest she damage her parts on a stray splinter. However, she was able to sufficiently please herself by mashing her femininity on the hanging blankets strewn around her enclosure. It was seldom enough to bring her to full orgasm but enough to quell the fire in her loins enough so that she could at least sleep at night. As an added bonus, the process messaged her now rather sensitive udders, further stimulating her deep lusts and even bringing her to orgasmic bliss on rare occasions.
Sometimes, she wondered if the pleasurable sensations were an indication of her upcoming pregnancy from frequent mating sessions. Though. she did not find the prospect as daunting as she’d have thought, rather welcoming the natural changes to her mundane lifestyle and the sensations they might bring. Part of her strongly desired to nurse a foal, to feel something suckling on her teats every morning, and have the company of a new life she’d help create.
One evening she was approached by several men holding a halter and leash. They didn’t speak to her, of course, simply fastened the item around her neck and urged her along. Perhaps they did not think her aware of understanding their speech, despite having ample evidence to the contrary. Still, she complied with their request as she always did, putting up no struggle or resistance to the heavy pulling as would a normal jackass.
Quickly, she was loaded into the back of a truck with ample bedding provided to transport a beast of burden such as herself. Normally, she would not have rejected the notion of being relocated to a new home but it was the time of day that confused her. She’d never seen other asses being moved after dark. Where were they taking her?
After a short time, she felt the truck stop, the door opened behind her, and the men prodded her to slowly walk down the ramp. The air was ripe with familiar smells; sweat and booze and clean air. It reminded her of the night of her transformation when she was taken out of the Pleasure Island bar with the other newly transformed asses. Was she back at Pleasure Island? Why? There were no other asses present that night, saved for the ones that had just been transformed. Then why would she be brought back here?
Denver was taken to a side door that was unlatched and then was forced to enter. The men closed the door behind her and left the area. She heard them talking as they walked away, about how they wanted to be as far from this place as possible lest they got caught up in the spell and changed into jackasses as well. That confirmed her suspicions about where she was but provided no explanation as to why she’d been brought there.
Curious, Denver walked into the main area where her changes had occurred all those weeks ago. The bar was a sensory overlord as the sounds of music, laughter, and the scents of booze, sweat, and cigar smoke threatened to choke her. It was clear that no one had noticed her presence yet. What was she supposed to do? She stood still silent, watching as the men went about their drinking, dancing, and laughter just as they had the night she’d been changed. She gazed around as best she could, through her nose and ears provided a much better view of what was happening. Much like that first night, she was looking for signs that would indicate the men were becoming like her, turning into mindless asses. Her loins dripped with the possibility of being fucked by those men who retained their gender and grew massive donkey cocks to fill her up!
After a few moments, the air became heavy with scents she recognized from her brethren. It was starting! Thick swaths of donkey musk perforated the air, adding to her already ample lust. It was time to make her presence known. She stepped confidently into the center of the room, getting a few mocking calls and jeers from the changing patrons as they wondered who the hell had let a donkey into the establishment. She paid it no mind. They would all soon be reduced to beasts of burden like herself, worse off perhaps, without any knowledge of their previous humanity.
Some of the more curious men walked over to her, offering her a drink, brushing her back to see if she was real, that sort of thing. She downed the beer eagerly, having missed the taste of booze as a simple beast of burden. She could already see the patches of donkey fur growing on their skin, knew they could feel the stiffness of their fingers as the middle ones extended into the beginnings of hooves. The man giving her the beer suddenly dropped it, the bottle shattering on the floor as he remarked simply that his hands looked like hers now. The fool didn’t even realize the significance!
Soon, the air became rife with the sounds of brays as the men changed, growing steadily towards their asinine fate. Most remained unaware of their situation, continuing to laugh and bray even as their ears grew pointed and furred, their tails sprouted out of their pants and grew long and tassled and their cocks retreated into their developing vulvas. One of the men foolhardy made his way over to Denver’s stationary form, attempting to hump the fully formed ass. He, soon to be she, Denver could tell by her changing scent, was met with a swift kick from Denver’s hind hooves. She had more immediate goals than a self-important jenny.
Eagerly, Denver moved around the bar, dodging the increasing number of men on all fours as their changes raced to completion. As horny as the scents of the changing men made her, there was one aroma in particular that stood out to her thick nostrils, and she weaved in and out of the ill-fated men to find its source. At least she came upon a man whose scent was washed with fear and desire, a distinctive perfume absent in the other patrons. He was evidently trying hard not to please the massive growing shaft he now sprouted in his pants, the tip staining the fabric of his increasingly tight cargo pants. It was obvious that he knew what was happening, yet was hesitant to give in, to succumb to the fate that had overtaken all his fellow patrons.
Denver now knew what her purpose was here. She made her way over the changing male, noting the confusion on his features at the sight of a fully formed ass without any torn clothing that the other changing guests still donned as they fell to all fours. His disbelief was clearly evident from his scent even through the radiating masculinity that made Denver twitch with anticipation. Denver wasted no time; she licked insistently at the damp spot on her soon-to-be mate’s cargo pants, feeling the object of her desire under her tongue’s gentle ministrations.
Harry could only moan in response to the jenny’s ministrations. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he getting hard from the touch of an animal’s tongue? He knew he was changing, knew that he and everyone else were turning into donkeys. He didn’t want to be a fucking animal, living in a barn, shitting on the floor, and forced to fuck jennies in heat! Yet he couldn’t deny the sensations coming from his growing member. He was so fucking boned! And the sensations of the jenny’s tongue playing over his growing cock were exquisite. It was easy to forget his impending fate and live only in the moment for the pleasure he was being provided.
Despite the fear of losing himself and giving into becoming an animal forever, Harry was still eager to feel the female’s tongue further. He desperately tried to remove his pants, the thickening middle fingers on each hand making the task more troublesome. An insistent irritation from his backside came what he now knew to be his growing tail pressing up against his ever-tightening boxer briefs. Yet, all of that seemed trivial to the needs welling up in his changing member. He wanted so badly to feel the jenny’s tongue against his bare cockhead, to envelope his asinine length and ease his transition into donkey hood.
Denver was more than happy to oblige. With practiced dexterity, Denver carefully took the edges of his pants in her pliable lips and pulled steadily, gently enough not to knock the jack over but hard enough to feel the anticipatory tear of his pants. It was too much, the combinations of his lust, Denver’s tugging, and his growing tail making short work of the pants. They burst apart, freeing the man’s member into the increasing rank air.
Denver savored the thick musk of her would-be mate’s pre, but she needed more. Still, she knew she had all night with this magnificent male, and she could wait till he was ready. She backed away, allowing the male a moment to enjoy the equine member that he had now been blessed. Eventually, his changing form caused him to barrel forward, though he catch himself on his now almost fully developed hooves. He brayed in frustration, his snout pushing outwards and making human visualization impossible. Suddenly his tail lifted of its own accord and he unwilling deposited a large load of donkey manure on the floor. His still-human cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Denver knew he needn’t have worried. Such things were common and frequent for beasts such as themselves. In response Denver lifted her own tail, adding to the thick pungent aroma of stable life that had permeated the once pristine bar floor.
The male was nearly finished changing now, his body stretching into its final asinine form. Denver knew it was time. She turned around, tail raised and vulva puffing out, dripping a clear bead of fluid, a clear sign of her need. Any doubts that clouded the male’s mind were pushed aside at the offering before him. Any fear he had of being an animal, losing himself to a bestial existence was minute to the thought of what pleasure animalistic sex would bring. He gave a few cautions licks in before raising himself on his hind legs, trying in vain to hit the mark with a form he was as of yet unaccustomed. Denver urged him on, pushing her swollen sex into the steady thrusts as finally with a triumphant bray the male entered her, both beasts rocking back and forth in blissful union. The mating session was quick from both participants being pent up, Harry from the ecstasy of experiencing a new form and Denver from her excitement at showing a new male who had been like her the joys of asinine existence. Harry came hard, spraying load after load into Denver’s willing womb while her body tensed and trembled around that glorious rod in a series of female orgasms.
The two beasts stood there, awash in euphoria amidst the sounds of terror and brays as other men finished their changes and began their new asinine existence. Denver now knew what her purpose was and why she had been brought here. She was to greet each new jackass, to ensure that each met their new life with bliss and acceptance, especially those that like her, retained their human thoughts. She would help all those transformed see the peace and pleasure an asinine existence could bring. For now, however, she was content to remain with this one male, the first of many she would guide through their transformation, enjoying the feeling of his massive donkey cock still lodged firmly inside her as his member slowly softened.