“Hit the showers, boys! You all smell like animals!” Coach called out, and with a whiff of rank BO from my own body, that was all I needed to hear. Holy fuck, was I sweaty!
With that, we all headed towards our respective shower stalls, trying not to breathe too deep into our own stink. I was used to the smell of sweat and BO, having been on numerous high school and now college teams. But there was an overwhelmingly pungent odor in the air that was clearly wafting off our collective bodies, something far more redolent than I was used to. To my disgust, it was more reminiscent of a barn or a zoo rather than guys coming in from a game. I did have to wonder what was causing it, but there was no point in thinking about it too much, especially now that it was time to shower. The only thing different from our usual practice was trying a new sports drink that our coach offered us, but it didn’t taste anything like what we smelled like! At least it was all of us and not just a single one! Would have been really awkward if I was the only one that smelled this bad, after all!
“Nice game, bro!” my buddy Chad said, slapping me on the back.
“You too, man. Can’t wait to rinse this stink off!” I said, slapping him back and leaving my hand there a little longer than I was used to. Though he didn’t seem to mind, rubbing my back as well. Not too unusual, given the ‘closeness’ of our team.
“Damn, we reek like a barn!” Mitch called out behind us and joined our little parade as we moved into the expansive shower room. One of the advantages of being here on a football scholarship, that’s for sure! The facilities were only for the teams, and they really were state-of-the-art!
“You ever work on a farm?” I countered, getting a little annoyed at all the animal comments. Surely that wasn’t what we really smelled like, right? What did stinky barn animals smell like, anyway? Did I really want to know?
“Dude, yeah!” Mitch shot back, and I had to admit, my gaze landed on him a little longer than I’d intended. His physique matched a man who did hard labor rather than someone who pumped iron all the time like the rest of us. Hell, I even found my eyes playing over it for a few more moments than usual. How had I not noticed that before? Damn, the dude was hot with that build!
“Donkeys, man, they are hung!” Chad commented, and I looked at him with a hard stare, not knowing where the comment was coming from. Sure, we smelled like farm animals, but what did that get him thinking about their junk? Gross.
“You freak!” I said, smacking him on the back once more, this time more like I was scolding him. Yet, the more I reflected on it, the more his comments seemed to settle into my mind, almost appealing, even. I mean, he did have a point, one that I couldn’t quite take my mind off from the moment he said it. But he didn’t have to say it so overtly!
“Dude, could you imagine being that hung? A big ol’ jack able to fuck all day!” Chad declared a dreamy look in his eyes. Mitch seemed to share the same gaze, as though fantasizing about donkey dicks. It was something that, under normal circumstances, should have been a little weird, and definitely a turn-off. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I was unable to take my thoughts off it as well…
“Ok, yeah, I see your point,” I said, voice trailing off. I was clearly really into the notion of such large cocks. They had to be, what, twelve inches? More? What would it look like to be that hung? Still, while none of the other guys said anything to the effect out loud again, it was likely they were in the same mindset as I was, even as we walked over to our lockers.
“Anyone seen my water bottle?” another guy, Jake, asked, and the banter turned to the usual post-game stuff, tests, classes, girls and guys we were planning on seeing this weekend, some house parties, the normal conversation topics. Not that I could totally take my thoughts off donkey dicks, to my chagrin. It seemed to be more enticing than anything else colleague life had to offer, for some reason I couldn’t quite put my finger on it!
Eventually, I managed to come back to the present, trying to shake away the intrusive thoughts. Looking around at the guys, I couldn’t help but take notice of their well-toned, hairless bodies, sweaty and glistening in the overhead lights of the locker room. I didn’t usually look at the other guys with lust, but it wasn’t the first time or the weirdest thing to come to mind. After all, homosexuality and bisexuality were certainly par for the college course, and more than a few of the guys on our team had some fun experimenting with each other, something that was made known and bragged about on several occasions. Something that I myself had partaken in on more than one occasion, I had to admit!
Still, not one to be a horn dog, I kept my eyes to myself for the most part post-games. But today, for whatever reason, I couldn’t help but notice how my teammates looked so damn hot stripping down for the showers. It was really doing it for me, I couldn’t deny. It wasn’t the first time anyone had sported wood in the locker room, as was clearly the case now. But looking around at the gathered dudes, it seemed like there wasn’t anyone in the room that didn’t have something packed in their jocks. And, I wasn’t the only one staring…
Sounds of taunting reached my ears from the guys, having evidently been trying to keep it casual, though unable as the conversations soon moved to more lewd topics.
“Bro you stink!”
“Naaaaa bro, you really sweat it up out there!”
“Nice game dude, nice ass too!
“Fuck… anyone find it really hot in here?”
“Fuck, getting hard… shit… gonna have to rub one out later…”
“Dude, don’t waste it, let me help you out with that!”
“Your place, or mine?”
“Why not in the shower, everyone’s gonna do it!”
“Dude, we can’t”
“Fuck, I need it…”
“I’m gonna get in the shower, fuck! Make it cold!”
The muttered words were starting to get to me, my own cock on fire by this point and straining at the bit. It was getting a little painful in my jock, though given the fact that we were all dudes, I wasn’t too concerned to take it off, letting it fall to the floor by my foot. My cock bounced a little at that, and for a moment, I felt a little self-conscious. Though it was quickly obvious I wasn’t the only one sporting serious wood, each and every one of the guys seemingly aroused by the sights of the rest of us naked. I wouldn’t mind a little fun, horny as I was, though I still felt some precedence to get into the shower stall and deal with my needs there. However, part of me wanted to keep the door open to see what some of the other guys got up to before showering themselves.
Stepping into the shower, I went to turn the knob, noticing that the water was not immediately enough to deter the thick musky scents in the locker room. Man, the smell was strong! And it was really doing it for me… I didn’t even bother grabbing my body wash, just stood there and let the warm water wash over me, hitting my chest. It felt amazing. Hell, my whole body felt amazing, still sweating as the warm water ran down my rather toned muscles.
With the door half open, I was sure that people could see me standing there as I started rubbing my crotch. Though I could hardly bring myself to care, aroused as I was and in need of some attention. One finger encircled my cock, bringing myself to full erection, while the other traced the contours of my chest and pecs, eager for the added stimulation they seemed to provide. Damn, had I always been that sensitive?
As I rubbed the skin of my chest, the muscles seemed to heat up as though absorbing the steam directly. It was rather pleasant, almost as though the skin underneath was expanding, like the feelings from a good workout. Without the pain, it was all gain as my muscles seemed to bunch under the skin, being pulled and tugged pleasantly. The effect seemed to make my body grow slightly bigger, though, in my current state of musk-fueled stupor, I couldn’t deny that it was really doing it for me!
“Feels so… good bro… hahawsome…” came a voice from the stall beside me, and I looked over to see a guy’s head sticking up above the divide. I couldn’t tell who it was from all the steam, even as I took a few moments to drink in at the handsome visage. The sounds coming from his lips were a little strained, and it was hard to be sure, but they reminded me of the conversation I’d just had before getting into the shower, of farmyards and donkeys. It almost sounded like he was… braying? That was sure a coincidence!
Something else had my attention, one I was not expecting to see in another man, especially one in a stall beside me. There was something poking up from the sides of his head as though his ears were growing, being stretched like putty. Within moments, they were half a foot long, the tips pointy, and sat from the sides of his head, twitching this way and that. Almost like he had the ears of a donkey…
“Hey, everything good, dude?” I asked, calling out over the sounds of the water.
It was as though he didn’t seem to notice the new growths, not even reaching up to rub at them. “What, dude? Duude? Haaawww…” he muttered, looking up at me with a confused expression. His eyes seemed wider, glazed over, and there was something off about them I could detect even through the steam. It was almost as though the pupils were elongated into rectangles, though that couldn’t be right. Then again, the ears were no normal occurrence, either.
Still, something about the sight of his face, while bizarre, had me enamored. It was clearly nothing normal that I could ever imagine seeing on another dude, that was for sure. Yet, I couldn’t stop staring. And not because the sight of it was bizarre, though it certainly was. Rather, my boner was throbbing even more from just the sight of it…
“…Ugh…” came a moan from behind me, and all notions of anything being off about the man beside me were put by the wayside as I turned around, bobbing cock rubbing against the shower stall and making me moan myself. I was pleasantly greeted by the sight of two of my teammates, lips locked and hands rubbing each other’s backs. They, too, had the same elongated ears, twitching back and forth as they made out with gusto. They seemed ignorant about their new additions, or the obvious itching as their sideburns grew thicker to match their growing beards. That, and the added muscle mass across their bodies looked a little out of place on the male form, almost reminding me of my own.
Yet, all I could stare at was the two men’s lip-lock, eyes closed and pressing against each other in a heaving rhythm. Eyes lowering, I could clearly tell that their cocks were rock hard in their jocks, impossibly so as they swelled in tandem with their gyrating bodies. Soon, a moan escaped one of their lips, followed by a bray as the squelching of cum bursting through the jocks rang out into my ears. It was soon followed by his buddy’s as both men nutted into their jocks, keeping their lips locked the entire time. Fuck, the sight of that was making me so horny… but then again, my teammates were in the stall all around me… how could I alleviate my lust with them right beside… hawww?
“Waahhhhawww…” I moaned, rubbing my cock without even thinking about it. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but at the moment it was impossible to bring my focus from the sight of the men all around, not just the ones I could see but also those I could smell and hear. Fuck, their musk was even more rank than before, getting into my nose, making it flare as though trying to draw in more. I needed, so bad, to take off those jocks… maybe lick their sweaty holes…
“Haaawww?” I heard, not realizing it was coming from me this time. Fucking what was I thinking? I didn’t… but what was it making me so hard… I needed it so bad… So horny…
“Haawww…” I muttered again, that strange inflection lost to me with my mind focused only on sexual escapades.
Mind in the gutter, I was hardly aware as my hand went down to stroke my cock, feeling it rise to full attention once again. I backed off from the water, letting my sweaty musk breathe into my nostrils. By now, they were sitting large enough on my features that I could see them by squinting. However, I was hardly in the mindset to care horny as I was and needed to get off. The warm water played pleasantly over my penis as I stroked, looking down with eyesight that seemed a little blurred, and not just from the steam. Still, I could still tell that something was happening to my dick, as though it was now larger than anything I had ever seen on myself or any other man before. And I couldn’t be more turned on than I was right now!
Stroking with gusto now, I could feel the girth of my penis expanding in time to my efforts, prompting me to keep up my ministrations. It was getting thicker, an inch in circumference with more being added as I frantically rubbed myself. I could even tell my balls were expanding, as impossible as it should have been. Yet, it made a queer sort of sense to me that they should need to be gigantic to fuel the cock I was developing. The load building within was making me dizzy, enough that I found the alterations to my penis to be normal. And, weren’t they? Shouldn’t I have a thick sheath that pulled my penis up towards my head and keep it safe when not in use? Shouldn’t there be a ring of flesh around the head and in the center, and shouldn’t the piss head be flared and pulsating as my pleasure grew with each passing second?
“Haawwww…” I moaned, getting into it, letting the world pass by as I continued to stroke with reverence.
“Haw bro… bro… My caaawwwck…???” came a voice from the stall over me, and I turned my head, my height greater than before, enough I was able to look down over the edge. The same donkey dong that we had been fantasizing about before hung from his crotch, looking all the more like my own. Fuck, it was hot, and I wanted to see it closer… maybe get down and suck it…
More bestial noises erupted from the stalls beside me and the room at large, ones that my ears seemed to twitch toward leisurely. I hardly found it weird at the moment, more aroused than I had ever been and wanting to get down and dirty with my fellow teammates. And, if their frantic moans were any indication, they wanted to do the same thing with! Their altering voices rang in my ears, raising my sexual excitement with each passing moment.
“I feel weiiirrhaw… dude whawwwt?”
“My caaawwwk… so bieeeeg…”
“Dude, your cock? My toooo…”
“Someone suck my caaawwwwkkk! Hawww!”
“…Haw… Hhhhaww…”
“Faaawwwkkk…” I groaned, reaching back as my hips started to ache and something began to push through right above my tailbone. It hurt a little, though the warmth made me want to reach down to rub it. My contact seemed to spur it to life, and the protrusion began to twitch, making me giggle as it moved this way and that. I had no idea for the life of me what it was, but it was fun to play with, distracting me from the ache in my cock for a moment.
With that tingling came a corresponding one in my ears, though I didn’t bother to reach up to touch them. A smile crossed my numb, rubbery lips when I realized that my ears were long and able to twitch as well as my contemporaries. I wasn’t even shocked as they moved of their own accord to detect the sounds of my herd mates. Wait, didn’t I mean teammates? Did I? Why was it so hard to think?!
Lost in my confusing thoughts, I hardly realized that my stance felt a little awkward, as though the muscles in my chest and belly had continued to expand beyond the contours I was accustomed to. Looking down, my belly appeared rather bulbous, and, to my disappointment, lacked the chiseled perfection that I had been working on all through my tenure as an athlete. Though I could hardly bring myself to care too much at the moment, still enamored by the sight of my donkey cock and-wait… donkey cock? Was I… changing… no… That didn’t make sense… Hard to think…
My twitching tail moved of its own accord, and the feeling of it against the stall door prompted me to stumble out into the warm air of the locker room. I should have been startled, boned as I was, but the thick aroma of donkey musk and cum hit my nose just then, and it was suddenly hard to think about anything else as I took in the room with a field of view that was wider than I was used to. Not a jock remained large enough to carry the size of the dicks we were sporting as all over, guys wanked, sucked, and fucked with their equally enormous donkey dongs. They were all leaking, some with semen, most with precum as they were tended to with care and conviction by other members of the team. Though some people were masturbating, most people were helping someone else out, some even in groups of three. No one remained in the shower stalls, some wet, hairy guys their former occupants.
At the sight of so many sweaty donkey dongs and thick, donut-shaped puckers, I felt myself start to drool. Long strings fell down my lips as my teeth began to ache. Stealing a glance in the foggy mirror, I was quickly made aware that my dentures were thick and slab-like, yellow in the center from a face that now protruded outward slightly. The sight gave me the goofy visage of a barnyard beast, though not something that caused a sense of alarm. Rather, I found the sight hot as hell, my erection leaking fluids onto the floor and the sheath that had bunched up around the base.
The sensation of something touching my tail prompted me to turn around in time to see that one of my teammates-their facial features obscured by a donkey muzzle enough that it was hard to tell who- started sniffing around my rear. With a thick, equine tongue, they reached out to tease under my tail, playing over a pucker larger than I was expecting, and sat just below the protrusion from my spine. I moaned in a raspy voice that ended with a series of brays as I was rimmed, fat tongue making me lean over as my weighty balls swayed back and forth.
My desire to be rimmed seemed to recede my hips, leaving my ass at a better angle for my suitor. A series of soft cracks seemed to resonate through my body, my belly bulbous, guts expanding, and tail lengthening and swashing over his muzzle. Forced to buck from the intense pleasure, I was steadily aware that I couldn’t stand up to my full height any longer. Not that I cared in the moment of passion, being eaten out by a friend and feeling my donkey cock leak. Wait, donkey? Was that…
“Whhaaawwwt?”
It was so hard to think what was wrong, if anything, with the action. Something was different, yet… was it…? My head… my cock… ass. My ass, my ass, my… “ASSHHAWWW!”
All around me, similar sounds of lust and confusion hit my changed ears, raising my lust beyond my ability to fathom. It seemed my entire team was in some state of change, some aware and perplexed, some so eager in their lust that nothing else seemed to matter. Though it was impossible for me to think beyond my own ass, I could still hear their cries and brays, most of which left me excited.
“HAWWW Bro! Ugh, what the fffuuuccAAAAWWWW!”
“Dude I’m so HHAAAAWWWW… Need to suck your CAAAAAWWWWK!”
“HAWWWWEEEHHHAWWW!”
“So Horny… So HORNEEEEHHHAAAWWW!”
Yet, it was hard to focus on the exact words with the needs of my cock at the forefront of my thoughts. The swirling cloudiness in my mind made it impossible to concentrate on anything else, as though I truly was a dumb, horny beast. And was increasingly harder to find fault with that, as tempting as that truth was if only I could continue experiencing such sexual bliss!
Moving my hands to jerk myself in time with the persistent tongue in my ass, I found something was horribly wrong with my fingers. They were stiff, unresponsive, the middle ones heavy as I tried to lift them, while the rest barely seemed to register at all. My arms, too, seemed restrictive somehow, like it was harder to raise them, and my shoulders sunken into my chest somewhat. Though, I didn’t need to… right? I was content on all fours, where I could raise my tail and have a sexy jack lick my pucker just like this… or maybe fuck me… “HAAAWWW!”
With that, I let myself fall over slowly, the position more natural than I was expecting. The sensation of the damp floor under me slowly disappeared as the numbness over my fingers and toes intensified. Soon, the stiffness abated as my stance firmed up, almost as though I’d never had fingers and toes in the first place. I looked down, just barely aware enough to do so, seeing that thick, brown slabs now made up the space where I seemed to recall hands once sat. The same thick slab had replaced my feet, too, though it was hard to think anything was wrong with them. After all, they held my stance so well and made it easier for the jack on my back to lick my pucker… wait… jack? Didn’t I mean… jack?
Looking around, my former teammates seemed… off, somehow. Hairier than shaved bodies should have been. Those pointed ears and tails. Arms and legs that ended in hooves. And thick, rubbery muzzles. They looked like… don-donkeys? Was that… but we always had donkey cocks, right? Mine was so big… need… breed… get off…
I pulled away from the jack, trying to beg him to present for me, but all that came out of my mouth was a “HHEEEEHHHAAAWWWWW!” Yet, he seemed to get the message, getting off me and turning around, walking on all fours far easier than it should have been. Though I couldn’t bring myself to care, not with how sexy he was… so much I needed breed… fuck… donkey… “HHAAAWWW!”
Mind… so hard to think… itching… hair longer… ears… like donkey… like… hhaaawww… wrong… something? No, right? Donkeys? We all… donkeys now? We were always? What wrong?
Couldn’t think. Just licked his anus, smelled so good, thick donkey musk. Like mate, like herd. Need breed, need mate, and bray. Cock so hard… donkey cock… need get off… can’t think… itching bad, need mate and breed…
Mount, breed, cock so hard… pucker… yes! In! “HHHAAAWWWW!”
Itching so bad, so heavy… body so big… so sexy… like donkey… I donkey? Me? “HHAAWWW!”
I felt so dumb… dumb like a don-donkeeeeehhhaaaawwww!
“HAAAWWW!”
Can’t think… Can’t hhhaawww! Faaawwwck! BREEEED!
My cock… so horny… donkey cock… so big… needy…
“HHHAAAAWWW!”
Can’t think… just bray… just fuck… donut… so tight… so good around my CAWWWKKK…
Gonna cum… gonna… bray… can’t… Goodbye…
“HHHEEEHHAAAWWW!”
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None of the donkeys seemed to care about the presence of the man they could scarcely recall as ‘coach’ entering the room, slapping a few on the ass as though to drive them into the hallway. They were stubborn beasts, of course, braying and focused on their fucking, and it took some time for them to get corralled. But, the contract for humans-turned-donkeys was high, and there was no way he could turn it down. Why any company would pay such a fee for men to be turned into literal assess was beyond his ability to fathom. Though, the coach was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, as it were!
With that, several trailers were brought to the side of the building, and wranglers came wearing masks, collecting their new beasts of burden to be taken to places unknown. The coach simply smiled at the sight, thanking them for their service. He never really liked his position anyway, college boys getting more and more distasteful as the years went on. He was glad to be rid of them, their whereabouts impossible to trace and his involvement impossible to conclude.
Yet, with his head in the clouds, the coach hardly had awareness of the tightness in his pants, coming from both ends as he reached down to rub his ass. The stub of the growing donkey tail, however, could not be ignored. The sight of the jackasses before him, still in rut, could not be turned away from, the aromas of cum and musk wafting from their bodies a powerful attractant. One that was rising an ever-expanding penis from a thickened sheath…
As the coach got down on all fours, clothes tearing as he clopped towards the trailers of college boys turned donkeys, his newly twitching ears were hardly able to pick up on the words coming from the masked men. Though with his sights set on puckered equine assess, it was a wonder that he could even discern their meaning. It mattered little with the needs in his cock and the desire to mount and fuck and bray!
“One last loose end snipped…”