“Fuck…HAWWW!” Davis called out, mimicking a bray as his cock unloaded into the tissue on his lap. He had been a little bit pent up in the past few days, and reading one of his favorite donkey transformation pieces, ‘A Hot Piece of Ass’ was just the ticket to bring himself out of that funk. The notion of slowly, gradually turning into a donkey, starting unaware and living a more asinine existence before giving in to the animal he was becoming was powerfully erotic. He was eternally thankful for the few artists and authors out there who made those fantasies a reality, at least online.
Not that he would ever admit to anyone what he did behind closed doors. By most metrics, Davis considered himself a weak-willed man, lacking in social skills, friends, a partner, and mental health coping skills. As of late, he’d been hitting the gym in the hopes of improving his less-than-adequate physique, though his millage seemed to vary when compared to some of his contemporaries. It came to the point it took him everything he had to force himself to go, ashamed of being seen by some of the other guys. Not really sure what to do with himself, Davis could only focus on forcing himself to go back each week, to try and beat his weak-willed mind with all that he had.
Still, there was no denying the pleasure that adult-orientated donkey transformation gave him to the point it became a guilty pleasure of sorts to indulge in. There were a myriad of stories by a few dedicated authors, some that he went back to time and time again, such as this piece. He would order one of his own if he had the confidence to, but such was currently beyond him. Still, he was thankful for the stories that persisted, and the few people who wrote new ones on a regular basis.
This particular story, ‘A Hot Piece of Ass’ had the protagonist wishing to be just that for the ladies, only to undergo a donkey transformation that changed not only his species but his sexuality as well. As much as Davis couldn’t imagine performing such acts with another man, it was his guilty pleasure to read about it happening to other men, particularly when donkey transformation was involved as a consequence. Almost to the point, he wished it could happen in real life, if only that it would feel exactly as depicted in the stories.
“Fuck, I wish I was a hot piece of ass,” Davis said aloud, knowing such was silly but carrying a deep-seated desire to know what it was like. Hell, there was a part of him that thought his life would be better as a simple farm beast, a gay one, in particular, part of a herd of other homosexual jacks. He could, of course, have no idea of the realities of such a change, losing his autonomy, being an animal, but the way this author had written it…it was certainly enough that he was willing to wish it aloud!
Unbeknownst to Davis, something started to trickle from the computer, a tingling that ran from his arms and all the way through his body, just enough he was able to play it off as an imagining. He might have been elated to think that something from the wish might have opened a connection to another world from which inspiration was drawn, one of an infinite void of worlds from which all possibilities existed. But such was beyond his fathoming, as was the chance that a small hole in reality could open and allow such a wish to be heard from a realm that could grant it.
Naturally, images from the story were fresh in his mind as he slept, being an animal, eating and mating without much of a care other than his next fuck. And in a herd of horny, gay jacks…Davis carried no interest in men in the real world, as much as he knew without having tested the theory. But in his sleep-induced fantasies, only muscled, horny men would do, ones that were brandishing tails and ears and massive cocks, to match the donkeys of his dreams. Had he not just cum twice from the erotic transformation story, he would have nutted in his sleep several times to the point of staining the fabric. It was still wonderful to envision himself changing into a horny jackass like in his fiction stories, becoming more and more asinine with each moment to the point all he could do was bray his lusts.
Yet, all good things had to come to an end, and eventually, Davis awoke to his rather disappointing existence. In fact, as he got out of bed, it seemed as though he was heavier than he recalled, his belly bloated and rounder from recent bad habits. Such came with an unwanted bit of flatulence to the point he felt ashamed to even make it out in public. Going about his morning routine, Davis was perplexed to discover more hair around his face as well, usually not having to shave so frequently. The hairs were a little thicker, the texture off-putting as he rubbed it with some confusion. The notion of transformation came to mind, and how could it not? Yet, such was hardly a herald for an alteration to his form and even expectantly checking his ears for points and his spine for a nub was for naught. All that came of it was extra body hair and even more weight, something that encouraged him to get to the gym later that afternoon.
A more pleasant surprise came while at the gym, however, as Davis started his reps, finding he had an easier time lifting than he was used to. He was even prompted to raise the weight of the bar by 10 pounds, and then even 20, still lifting his reps with ease. It was almost as though he’d put on a fair amount of muscle in the interim of his last trip, if such was possible. It was impressive even to the point that some of the other men gave him compliments, patting him on the back and asking him what he’d been taking to build muscle. Finally, Davis was getting the recognition he felt he deserved, and by rather good-looking guys, no less! Some of them were even rather hot, almost like the men in the stories he imagined turning into donkeys…
The sensation of his cock getting a little larger in his pants made him blush, and he got up quickly, wanting to head to the locker room where he wouldn’t be seen sporting wood. Surely, he wasn’t the only man to have ever popped a boner at the gym, but it was a little much for Davis, considering that people were finally looking at him. Hurried as he was, Davis was surprised to find that his clothes felt tight in all the wrong places, as though he was swelling up, not only from the fat and muscle but in other areas that made no sense. And they itched terribly, as though even more hair had been peppering the skin, making him wish to furiously rub his chest though not wanting to look out of place.
Something else came to his notice as he made his way down the clean halls, something that made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. A pungent, stinky odor wafted in his nose, clearly coming from his own body and not from the errant smells in the building. His sweat had never been so…rank before, to the point that Davis could hardly stand it. Stanger still, it seemed to have a surprising effect on his libido, that bulge in his pants not going down despite himself. It seemed bizarre his sweat would turn him on so much, but with the persistent arousal, Davis figured he couldn’t quite pin down the exact cause. Hell, it could have been any number of things!
Getting back to the locker room and hoping not to get caught with his dick out, Davis was a little shocked that the room was full of naked guys, each slick with sweat and sporting hairy, muscled bodies. Many had towels around them, though were quick to take them off to slap each other’s asses, playing around with each other like good friends, or perhaps friends with benefits. Davis couldn’t help but look at their groins, seeing some were impressively hung though not erect, per se. It was everything Davis could do not to pull off his clothes and tease them as well, though he didn’t know them, and figured it would be ill-advised to show off his erection. Hell, his pants barely fit over his cock, as much as he couldn’t manage to get his erection down. It grew so bad to the point he couldn’t manage to get their images out of his mind. With his cock at its peak erection, there was no denying how badly he needed to get off!
With that in mind, he opted to head back to his apartment, not wanting to be caught with his dick out and not caring he was still in his workout clothes even as left the gym. Davis wasted no time in his preparation to play with himself, images from the gym locker room fresh in his mind. As he pulled off his sweaty clothes and reached down to rub his dick, something felt off, as though the circumference was larger than he recalled. Familiar with his meat from his frequent masturbation sessions, it was something he had no explanation for. If the gym could have any effect on his dick, he’d have been going religiously for years!
That was hardly the only thing off about his member. The color seemed to have changed toward a pinker shade, darker than that in some places, though it was hard to tell in the low light of the room. Still, perhaps pretending it was changing toward a donkey’s cock made him powerfully elated to the point it was easy for him to ignore the alterations. Be it the sexy men in the gym or the stories he’d been reading lately, there was little chance of holding back, as with a loud “HHHEEHHHAAAWWW!” his cock blew all over his chest and groin.
To his surprise, the sound that came from his lips was far more guttural than he had expected. Like it might be if he was turning into a donkey…Davis chided himself at that, wondering why the intrusive thoughts were playing into the real world. Turning into a donkey was impossible, and anything that happened to the contrary was just Davis being silly and fantasizing again. As hot as those fantasies were…
Still, even getting into bed, Davis couldn’t get the image of the hot guys in the locker room with him, wishing to be one of them slapping each other with a towel. It was powerfully erotic to the point that he fell asleep with an erection, the images of their firm asses enough to make him nut in his sleep. Little did he know, his testicles were slowly swelling, spilling their human load as they brewed the donkey seed they would possess for the rest of his life. And giving him a cock to match, growing larger and tenting the bedsheets to the point it was clearly inhuman…
Waking up, Davis was well aware he had not slept well, and he groaned, his entire body stiff and sore. It was likely from his gym escapades, making him a little sad it would be difficult to make it out to see the men again today. Not that the gym wasn’t full of hot men every day, but still, he couldn’t get his mind off them to the point his cock was coming to erection. Damn, he was horny lately!
Rubbing his back and ass, the sensation of a bump met his touch, and Davis felt his heart leap to the point he thought he had a tail growing. There was no easy way to look at it, save pulling out his phone. But even that was fruitless, and Davis was left with the reality that he’d simply busted his tailbone, having worked out too hard and suffering for it. He’d have to see a doctor for it, certainly, and it was a wonder he wasn’t in immense pain.
Rubbing his ass further, Davis was given the impression it was somehow larger, thicker, though not as flabby as he might have thought it would be. His cheeks, too, seemed bloated, pulled apart to the point his fingers teased over an exposed pucker, something that made him shiver. Having frequently played with his body, as much as he hated aspects of it, Davis was sure his posterior was not in its former configuration. It was bizarre, and thinking beyond his fantasy of donkey transformation, Davis realized there must have been something very wrong. Hopefully, it was at least something his health insurance would cover!
Still perplexed by the changes, Davis took some time to really examine himself in the mirror, scanning for more abnormalities in his anatomy. The hair from the night before, something he had ingrained in memory, was clearly thicker, trapping the sweaty smell from his sleeping body to the point that a heady musk wafted into his nose. In addition, his beard seemed to be full and bushy, leaving him surprised he had shaved the day before. And stroking it brought forth more of that strange texture, hardly what he would have expected to feel from a coarse beard. Almost as though he was petting fur…
A quick glance at his ears made him gasp in fear and elation, noticing they were newly able to twitch, rotating just slightly enough to show off their curved contours. It should have been impossible, and eager hands reached up to rub at them, mind awash in donkey fantasies. Surely, the only cause of such ears was actual transformation, though a quick glance through WebMD came up with some other possibilities, many of them cancer. That scared him to the core, the opposite of what he’d hoped, and made him call his doctor, hoping to get an appointment right away but unfortunately having to wait for some days. Damn, with the way the ailments were playing over him, did he really have that long?! And if he really was changing…it should be sexy as hell, right?
Back at the mirror, something else in the reflection caused his attention, as though it wasn’t quite him he was regarding. It wasn’t the beard or the ears, though they were certainly out of place. It was as though his eyes were off, flexes of…something in there that spoke of the other. His nose too, looked strange, thick and red and reminiscent of being ill, somehow. All in all, relatively inhuman, though hardly the asinine visage he wished to see!
In the end, Davis simply took a shower to rid himself of the stench of his body and the sticky sensation of cum drying in his hair and skin. To his surprise, pungent odor in close quarters had an effect of his flaccid cock as it came to attention, reminding him of the last night and the feeling of the penis that had not been his own. But its strange off-colored pattern and its longer flaccid length were soon forgotten the moment the warm water hit his skin. The damp water was repulsive to the point he had to get out, as though an animal being hit with an unwanted shower. Though the stench of sweat through his hair should have been repugnant, soon he grew accustomed to it, still slightly aroused by it, though was able to keep it in his pants for now.
All through the day, Davis felt his thoughts drifting, unable to focus on the tasks at hand. It was more than the changes to his form that were the center of his attention, as concerning as they still were. Rather, the men at the gym occupied his thoughts to the point that he had to stop several times to touch himself, seeming as though he had unlimited stamina. He couldn’t wait for his body aches to settle and he could make his way back to the gym. And then he would be privy to the sight of naked men teasing each other in the locker room, slapping and grabbing as their lips entwined and brays escaped their lips while geysers of cum burst from their cocks…
Coming down from the latest release, a guttural bray escaped his lips, something he had become accustomed to making ever since discovering his penchant for donkey transformation. The sound of which was a little on the nose for what he was used to making, more like a video of an actual donkey rather than his own lips. Again, the twinge of concern that he might actually be changing was ever-present, though more likely was some sort of medical ailment that might have long-term implications. And even if he was changing, it was all a fantasy, right? He couldn’t want it to happen, even as much as it turned him on.
The ailments had another unwanted side effect on his body, leaving him feeling like he was starving all day. Davis was quick to devour all that was in the house, at least all of the greens, fruits, and grains. Any meat in his fridge was ignored, looked upon with some disgust that made his guts gurgle. Davis had to go grocery shopping, starving to the point he could hardly restrain himself from eating veggies right in the store. He was simply ravenous, and had he not been a connoisseur of donkey transformation media, Davis might not have associated it with a consequence of such a change. Was he really going mad, seeing each alteration not for what it was but what he wished it to be?
In the end, with his inability to get the gym out of his mind, Davis simply convinced himself it would be fine for him to at least try cardio, something to not aggravate the parts of his body already aching. No amount of concern could alter the persistent nagging that came with recalling last night’s gym experiences. Of course, it was his desire to see sweaty, half-naked men working out, though the endgame was not really clear, save for his desire to masturbate to the newest mental images. The only thing that would be better, in his mind, was perhaps the notion of all those men turning into donkeys!
Getting dressed in his gym clothes, Davis soon found that his shorts were a little too tight, clearly showing off his plump ass and the bump underneath. If Davis didn’t know any better, he might think the growth above his ass was a little larger, though there was no way it could have grown in the interim. And the fabric of his shorts bothered his backside, in particular how it pulled across his puckered anus. His shirt, too, was pulled up a little, showing off a sizable gut that was surely the result of overeating today. But Davis couldn’t bring himself to care, his goal in mind as he left his apartment to the gym and all the guys that were likely working out there.
The moment the scent of sweaty guys hit his nose, Davis felt himself sporting a boner in his shorts, his previous masturbation sessions not enough to stem his lusts. If anything, his cock seemed to be impossibly hard, pulling at his pants and making its presence clearly known. Yet, as far as Davis could tell, it seemed the men staring were impressed with his junk rather than being disturbed he was sporting it. A surge of confidence allowed him to swagger around, drawing now wanted attention and removing the shame and shyness that he felt always held him back. Even if some of the people were backing away or showing some disgust, those who were impressed were enough to bolster Davis’s confidence to new heights.
Despite his gassy state and the bulging in his gut, Davis’s run on the treadmill was rather steady, the energy in his body at its peak to the point he wasn’t even sure how he was managing. His legs felt powerful, his breaths came easily, and he seemed to have unlimited energy Hell, even an increase in incline and speed was not enough to slow him down. Davis was so elated he felt like he was able to run for days without even getting winded.
Though he was hardly fatigued by the time he got off the treadmill, Davis could hardly wait to get to the locker room, desperate to see the guys and glimpse their half-naked bodies. The heady stretch of his sweaty body had burned into his nose by this point, and it was everything his pants had to keep his cock inside. Hell, wouldn’t that be hot and right out of his favorite stories to have his cock bursting from his pants in front of a room full of guys, all changing into donkeys? He would even consider partaking if the start of such a change turned into some sort of orgy!
Walking in without concern for the massive boner sticking from his shorts, to Davis’s delight, some of the men were even sporting boners of their own the moment his musk hit their noses. One man even called out, “Ha! Gay!” Though it seemed more in line with comradery than shame. It was all Davis could do not to pull off his pants and take out his cock for anyone that would suck it. But if the offer was presented to him in that moment, it would be impossible for him to say no…
“Yeahhhaawwww!” Davis said, shocked at the deepening voice and the sound of an unintentional bray. Blushing, Davis couldn’t believe he had done so, perhaps lost in one of his transformation fantasies to the point he acted one out in public. He did get some curious stares and looks of confusion, but eventually, he was able to brush them off, hoping that it wouldn’t deny him the chance to…what? Surely he wasn’t into the guys, not in real life. Certainly, he wasn’t…gay. But then, such wouldn’t be so bad, given his new energy and his rather impressive endowment.
Still without an obvious outlet for his lust, given he was not confident enough to propose a hookup, Davis could hardly resist the urge to touch himself, cock straining at the bit. He quickly grabbed his things and left the gym, well aware of the ample stares but trying not to think too much on them, lest he do something he wasn’t prepared for. But then again, would that be so bad? Davis wasn’t sure though the conflict in his mind was enough for him to leave for now.
The walk home was usually decent, though the tension from his confined penis was so great that each step came with it the possibility that he would cum in his pants. And with the reception he had gotten at the gym, it was hard to fund any fault in simply taking it out then and there. Even the cool evening air was not enough to stem his lust as he allowed his member to stick out of his underwear, eager to relieve his aching rod. Yet, the cock head that poked through his zipper almost made him do a double take. It was not from realizing the size of the thing, something he could already tell from its outline in his pants. Nor was it the notion of taking it out in the middle of the night, in public. It was the head, bare of its foreskin and flared, leaking a bead of pre-cum in his eagerness. Nothing about it looked remotely human anymore, penis more in the shape of the farm beasts he held in such reverence. The sight of it stunned him enough that he was able to remember where he was and try to put his cock away until he got home. It was a near-impossible task, given his torn zipper and persistent erection. No matter how many stares he must have been getting, he couldn’t feel his erection retreating.
It was all Davis could do to get into his house and boot up the computer before cumming in his pants, waddling from the size of his mammoth equine erection. Pulling up the same story as before, ‘A Hot Piece of Ass’, Davis scanned the document, looking for those favorite scenes to get him going. He was already right on the edge, mind clouded with lust and ignorant of the changes taking over him. He could not bring himself to care about the state of his member as he felt his tip leaking, lower from the head than he was used to. His member was so sensitive, that all it should have taken was a few simple strokes to bring him the conclusion he required. And yet…
For whatever reason, it seemed that Davis had simply read the piece too many times as of late. Even those words of embarrassing brays and sexual escapades with strange men couldn’t do it for him. There was, however, a part of the story where the protagonist used his office computer to look up porn, and given his gym proclivities, maybe Davis was now simply into other people rather than his fetishes. With that in mind, Davis moved to check some barely browsed porn sites, silly scenarios that led to women playing with themselves and other women, showing off perky breasts and shaved cunt lips. Yet, it only took several minutes for him to realize that was not what he was looking for, obvious as they should have been.
Conflicted as he was, there was no denying the attraction he felt toward the men he’d seen at the gym. Guilty pleasures aside, Davis soon found he was browsing for gay porn, still somewhat thinking such to be taboo but hardly bothered with the notion that was what he needed. Soon, he was drawn to a whole host of pornographic material, males fucking each other in various positions. He especially loved anal, a meek man moaning out as he was fucked by a muscled stud. Davis couldn’t help but imagine himself in such a situation to the point he was stroking off his odd member, wanting to be taken and plowed by any of the men in the gym. What he wouldn’t give to have the courage to ask one of them!
Yet, like his transformation porn, even several videos of gay sex did not bring his libido to a head, and Davis was left drifting back to those transformation stories, and what their inevitable conclusion would be. If he was turning into a donkey, imagining doing such would invoke a lust toward…but then, how could he do something so repulsive? Yet, with the idea in his head now, how could he not?
In the end, Davis decided to say fuck it to his morality. He needed to watch mating donkeys, males, wanting to be one of those jacks mounting another and braying away his humanity. It was powerfully arousing to imagine himself as one of the beasts mating with a man who had been changed as well, both loving their forms and all the bestial inclinations they had to offer. It took him some time to find the proper material, not something readily available and making him nervous nonetheless. But with his lust at its apex, he was easily able to get into it, any concern about what he was doing erased as he stroked with reverence. The size of his meat was something that should have alarmed him, being almost a two-hander and something more fit for the farm beasts he was watching. In his lust-fueled haze, it was impossible for him to think anything was wrong, needing to get off with all the focus of a simple animal in rut. And he was getting close…
“Oh HHHAAAAWWWWW! HHHEEEHHHAAAWWW!” Davis called out, braying his lust as his massive donkey dick spurted all over his groin, his clothes, and some of it even getting on the computer. Waves of lust burned through his body, making him sweaty and shivering as though the entirety of his being was fixated on the single release. Everything he would have wanted from an actual transformation!
Laying there covered in sweat and cum, Davis was hardly aware that his cock was retreating, the skin around the head peeling all the way down to the base, some of it sticking to his crotch. It almost hurt his cock to be pulled from his pants, sticking upward and flaring as it continued to warp. By now, the head was crowning and fattening while the shaft itself began to increase with girth. Almost like a donkey’s…
“What’s hhhaaawwwwwpppening to me!?” Davis called out, the sight of his member clearly that of a jackass. Even the bray that escaped his lips was strange, something he had not made intentionally but something that was impossible to deny. Was he really changing into a …donkey? It should have been impossible, but given all the signs he had clearly ignored, there was no denying the evidence.It all boiled down to the equine cock sticking from his groin, fit for the farm beasts of the screen rather than the human one he had known all his life. It was impossible…yet, his eyes could deceive him no longer, as much as the notion left him truly terrified.
As though he needed more confirmation of his fate, Davis made his way into the bathroom, just now noticing the obvious extension of his ears, something that began to twitch as soon as he focused on them. They were several inches long at this point, covered with soft fuzz along their backs and looking more fit for the animal he held in such reverence. It was more than that, given his sizable belly and likely his insatiable appetite as of late. And with the inhuman amount of hair that had grown over his stomach and chest, it seemed more likely he wasn’t imaging things. He had always wanted this…but to actually have it happen…he had only gotten off on the thought of such a change. He wouldn’t want to really be a donkey, an animal, right?
Something moving in the back of his pants drew his attention to what he perceived to be the strain in his tailbone. Though in conjunction with the other observable changes, it seemed more likely to be the nub of a tail as was his initial inclination. Although he could not turn around enough to see it, he could certainly feel it sticking out of his backside and even twitching slightly as he went to touch it. There was little else it could be then the beginnings of jackass tail. Even his visit to the doctor the next morning would have little treatment for such!
Unable to fully comprehend what was going on, Davis was left to stand there, not wanting to look in the mirror at what could only be an increasingly asinine visage and the results of his deepest fantasies come true. Expect…it was only the idea of such that did it for him, right? He couldn’t really want to be an animal, to lose himself and his life, his accomplishments. Few as they were, but that was a moot point when they were all being robbed from him against his will. He had wished for it, certainly, but without thinking it was truly possible. If he knew it was…would he have made the same careless wish? Surely not!
Strangest of all, there was no obvious source that could have initiated the transformation, save for that wish he had made. There was no way it worked like that, and, besides, it was hardly the first time he had said such in a moment of lust. It was strange to fathom what sort of unknown force had not only understood the words but had granted his request, whether he had meant it or not. And, most bizarre was how it was panning out to match his deepest fantasies. Slow, gradual, making him gay as it progressed…it was just like the stories he relished!
Biting the bullet, Davis moved to look in the mirror, finding himself desperate to discover more changes, needing to know with some bizarre fascination what was to happen to him. He hadn’t been paying much attention over the past few days, and was about to be shocked as, with a scream, Davis was granted a terrified view at the bestial visage that awaited him. His nose, already bulbous, looked darker, more bestial, and sat closer to lips that seemed a little wider than usual. And the barely obscured the sight of two massive, buck teeth, out of place on his features and a sure sign he was shifting toward a more asinine fate.
“WHAAAHHHHAAAWWWWNNNING to mmEEEHHHHAAAAAWWWW! HHHEEEEHHHAAAWWW!” Davis yelled out, backing away and smashing the mirror with a panicked strike. Blood started pouring down his arm, though to his horror, the small glass shard wounds quickly heeled over, an unexpected result of being in the midst of change.
Looking down at the shards of glass, Davis backed up further, screaming and braying uncontrolled as the hundreds of reflections showed him an increasing jackass fate. There was no denying the ears, the teeth, and even his eyes, their pupils widened and looking alien to his stare. With that, a part of his mind seemed to falter, panicked at being confined inside the small room and not knowing what was going on.
“HHEEEHHHAAAWWWWW!” Davis called out, running around his bathroom, as though the jackass in mind that he was becoming in body. Freaking out as he was, Davis fell over, knocking down his shower curtain and toiletries all over. “HHHAAWWWW!” He continued to call out, on his hands and knees and bucking and kicking everything he could, unable to shut off the distressed part of his brain. His feet crashed against the walls, the porcelain, and everything in range as he desperately tried to work through the panic that had devolved his mind into little more than a beast. Bottles of shampoo and body wash spilled all over the floor, leaving his bathroom destroyed like a real beast had been let in to wreak havoc on his apartment.
Eventually, he was able to calm down enough to get out of the bathroom, not wanting to be reminded of his mess. There was no point in dwelling on it, given there was no way to change back that he knew of. Even saying out loud that he wanted to change back was not a catalyst to cease the changes. The persistent itching across his back and chest was enough for him to be certain. It was maddening not to scratch, though he was terrified to do so, being confirmation that he really was growing a pelt of jackass fur. At the rate it was happening…he was going to be a jackass in less than a day or two! And the thought truly terrified him to the core…
Knowing there was no answer in his favorite stories but not sure where else to look for help, Davis moved online, going through each of his bookmarks in sequence. The scenario he was in carried similarity to each of the protagonists in those stories, but as he feared, none of them carried any possibility of reversing the process. He had not been hexed by a witch, been given a transformation potion, or done anything other than say out loud that he wanted to be a jackass. Why had he said it in the first place?! What the hell was he thinking?!
Despite his fear and panic, the change had another obvious effect on his physiology, coming to a head from having read his favorite verses from his chosen stories. Naked, there was nothing stopping his donkey cock from coming to full mass, hitting the bottom of his desk as it bobbed up and down. His previous orgasm had no negative effect on his libido, making it hard for him to think over the sheer quantity of blood needed to fuel such a beast. He needed to get off, the transformation was so arousing…couldn’t think…needed it too bad…
Without thinking, Davis began to stroke his cock, feeling it swell further than he ever thought possible. It was clearly massive now, closer to its asinine size, and still with some room to grow. Looking down at it, Davis marveled at the size, almost drooling as the thing raised toward his face. Strings of precum were leaking from the flared tip as it continued to swell, a ring of flesh forming in the center and adding a layer of pleasure to his strokes that went far beyond what he was expecting. With that, his cock slide all the way out of his sheath, looking exactly like the donkey he had once longed to be.
“I’m a donkkkeeeeHHHAAAAWWW! HHHEEEEHHHAAAWWW!” Davis brayed aloud, stroking with both hands and feeling it slapping against his belly, precum whipping wildly in the air as he did so. The heady stink of his body and his sex stung his nose, though the more he drank in his musk, the hornier he seemed to get, to the point he felt he could blow his load at any moment. And as his testicles swelled and darkened and filled with jackass sperm, there was little holding him back from the release he so craved…
“HHHHEEEEHHHHAAAWWWWW!” Davis brayed at the top of his lungs, the sounds genuine as his cock spasmed and blew its load all over the computer, his groin, and the floor, reeking of his jackass essence. Davis was almost impressed with the sheer quantity of cum his cock managed to ejaculate, far more than humanly possible, a sign he was a beast. And something he was starting to see more and more as his true state of being…
Coming down from his intense orgasm, Davis found his thoughts clouded, unable to focus on anything else than the stench of his body, reeking of him and his masculinity. Yet, soon, there was another urgent pang in his body, belly grumbling and demanding sustenance. Without cleaning up or getting his clothes on, Davis made his way down to the kitchen, instantly devouring all the groceries he had bought earlier that day, the leafy greens, grains, and anything he could manage to find that wasn’t repulsive. He was starving, belching heartily as he ate, only stopping to chug pitchers full of water. It was amazing how much he could eat, even beyond his new species’s dietary requirements, he figured. Likely the changes needed large quantities of nutrients to sustain them, though the reason mattered little with how hungry he was and how painfully annoying it was not to have his fill.
Eventually, the cupboards were bare, and while Davis’s hunger was mostly sated for the moment, there was no denying it to be a problem once more in the immediate future. It would be a little troublesome to go to a grocery store in his current state, but he was still somewhat human at the moment, and if he waited, it would surely be far worse. So there was little choice but to quickly don some clothes and drive to the nearest grocery store. While the temptation to eat everything in sight was present, Davis knew he had to resist, needing stock up enough to satisfy him until, hopefully, he was able to find a way back to his humanity.
Getting in the car and driving in his current state was troublesome, though hardly as bad as getting his clothes on to leave. The altered part of his mind rebelled against the coverings, and with his hairy skin the way it was, it was a wonder Davis could bear to get them on. Worse was the tightness against his belly and arms, as though his body proportions were revolting against them. His clothes were precariously tight at best, and Davis was sure that any further changes would render them useless. He was on a time crunch of sorts, barely able to hide his ears and tail in their current state as he made his way inside the store, hoping to all hope he wouldn’t be seen as the jackass he was becoming.
Aside from a few stares and wrinkled noses, Davis was able to get in and out without too much issue, albeit with a rather heavy cart. He was hardly the weirdest person they’d likely seen all day, though it was embarrassing, especially with his body as gassy as it was in its increasingly asinine state. And it took him some effort to speak without the constant brays, though he was able to keep them out with some focus. Without erotic stimuli, his cock was able to keep its place in his pants, and Davis was thankful for it, getting back out and to his car with enough food he would manage at least a day or two despite his intense hunger.
Yet, the moment he drove past the gym, all pretense was thrown out the window, his cock harder than ever it had been before. Mental images of men danced in his head to the point it was maddening not being able to see them. Without thinking, he stopped the car, reflexively parking on the side of the street and getting out, the heady stink of his body masked by the cool evening air. In his bestial state, there was something about the notion of seeing hot guys again he couldn’t deny was powerfully alluring. His cock was so hard in his pants to the point of straining, precum leaking against the fabric, as though about to burst out at any moment. He didn’t have any gym clothes to speak of, but that hardly mattered. Davis couldn’t fight the impulses in his mind, and with how horny he was, he scarcely wanted to. A brief mental struggle was all he could muster, and in the end, he simply decided that he needed to get off, and any effort of finding a way back to his human self could be delt with once the lust had cleared from his mind.
Goal in mind, Davis immediately headed into the locker room, nearly drooling from the scents of the men within. He did get some perplexing stares, his cock straining at the bit and making some of the men more than envious. Hell, with his sense of smell at its peak, there was no hiding their interest, especially those that were a little more male-inclined as he’d been hoping they would be. Though the smell of his body was ripe from the hair, sweat, and cum, Davis walked in like a man on a mission, no longer caring what was thought of him. The miasma of stink, while repulsive to most, seemed to attract a few men, ones that were inclined that way and that found something about the changing donkey man irresistible. One even had reason to come over to greet him, evidently initially disgusted by the smell but unable to get it out of his nose as he regarded the changing man with interest.
Before he had the chance to say something, however, the man slowly began to blink a few times as the donkey man’s musk worked its way into his brain. It had the bizarre effect of stunning him for a moment and gave Davis a window to act. Without thinking, Davis moved to kiss the man, something that was oddly reciprocated. The man’s lips tasted wonderful, and his musk rather pleasant, though something was a little off about it, something that he couldn’t quite place. It was not enough for Davis to be deterred, however, grinding a much longer cock against the man’s modest one and pulling him close.
“Dude, what the fuck?” One of his friends called out, but the man didn’t respond, lost in the lip lock as he was. It was all Davis could do to pull the man into a bathroom beside them, not caring about being seen though still carrying a modicum of social pressure not to fuck in the open.
The moment the door closed, the man pulled his pants off, freeing a rather impressive penis, though comically small compared to Davis’s own member. Davis was quick to pull out his own, now almost painfully confined within. The zipper and button burst forth from the sheer size of it, and the man’s rather impressed whistle was all Davis needed to know what was thought of such a beast.
“Fuck, you’re hung…” the man managed to moan, looking at the equine prick with envy. Seemingly a little intimidated by the sight, Davis took the man’s hesitation as a chance to get down, taking the man’s modest member in his mouth. Having been the first time he’d performed oral, Davis was a little unsure what to expect, though was hardly inconvenienced by the flavor, likening it to the grains he’d preferred as of late, and found he was even eager to taste the man’s load. Still, with the size of his own mouth and his cock sitting on his own groin, Davis couldn’t help but feel a modicum of disappointment. What he wouldn’t give for a man as well endowed as him, despite the fact he wouldn’t be able to handle such a thing. Well, at least until his muzzle grew out to its proper length…
By now, the nameless man was gripping Davis’s hair, pulling and encouraging him to step up his oral ministrations. His efforts were halted, however, as some of the hair was pulled away, falling to the floor discarded. It should have disturbed both men to lose such a quantity of hair, but what remained seemed to bristle, thick and coarse, and sticking straight up like a mohawk. The itching of hair growth seemed to spread down his neck as well, and even under his shirt, making Davis need to pause to adjust his collar. Eventually, Davis managed to alleviate the irritation, not caring that his hair was more like a donkey’s or that what remained on the sides of his head was short and fur-like, spreading down his sideburns and preparing to give him a more asinine pelt.
It was hard for him to continually reflect on such things with the tension in the man’s prick signaling his incoming release. Intent, Davis kept up his lip lock, wanting the man to cum in his mouth and taste the flavor that was offered. He was not to wait long, the guy moaning and unleashing his load into the eager donkey man. Davis was quick to swallow it, barely aware of the taste as he did so. “Fuck…you’re so good…” The man muttered, seeming to be in a hypnotic trance. Neither one seemed able to think straight, and even though Davis’s features were hardly human, the man seemed not to care.
With a look of lust on his features, the man got down on his knees, staring the monster donkey cock in the eye before trying in vain to take it in his mouth. All he could do was manage to lick at the tip, savoring the musky pre that Davis was so eagerly leaking. Even that was enough to spur on the donkey man’s lusts, reaching down to stroke his cock and rub the man’s head, wishing that his ears would grow to match Davis’s own. If only he would make the same wish, perhaps he would have an asinine fate as well!
Though Davis was still able to keep his pants on, albeit barely, pressure started to grow in the back from his new growth as though it was upset to be confined. Reflexively, Davis felt himself pushing back against its imprisonment, the strain against his pants enough for his donkey ears to detect a series of rips. Not caring about the pants themselves, Davis continued to shove the growth against his underwear and pants, struggling for it to be free. Lost in the amazing blowjob he was getting, however, the appendage seemed to gain a mind of his own, pushing against the fabric to the point it could no longer be contained.
Neither could the load brewing in Davis’s balls, either, as with a powerful “HHHHEEEEHHHHHAAAWWWW!” Davis felt his growing donkey tail ripping through his pants. The thing waved back and forth, teasing over his exposed anus and itching with the formation of a tassel at the end. At the same time, the tension in his balls grew beyond the breaking point, and he let loose several thick wads of jism, getting cum all over the man’s face and clothes. The man, for his part, did what he could to lap it up, but was covered by far too much jism to ever manage.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be in there! Out, now!” Came a voice, and both men felt their lusty trance fading. The man seemed distraught by his cum covered visage, but Davis could not manage to muster concern for his boy toy’s predicament. He was too busy feeling his tail thrashing behind him, now impossible to hide. The stink of cum and musk wafted out into the main room, and the patrons watching were clearly disgusted. The man was quick to run to likely clean himself, and Davis was just as quick to leave, not wanting to be questioned about his new appendage. He was sure people could see it, but it mattered little without any way to hide it. And, it only served to remind him of his shame. Fuck, he had given into his lust just as easily as any of the victims of the stories he enjoyed!
Getting out into his car, Davis was quickly reminded of his tail, sitting on it and braying in a voice loud enough to attract the attention of passersby. He was eventually able to get in the seat, though not without extreme discomfort. It was more than just the tail; it seemed as though his body had grown from the sex, tightening his clothes to the breaking point. If he were to change any further, it was unlikely he would be able to get into the car again, much like the unfortunate characters in every transformation story he’d read. And that came with it a whole slew of problems, ones that he wasn’t sure how to address but left him terrified all the same. Getting home was the priority now, while he still could.
Still, there was one obvious truth as Davis drove the short distance, distracted by the stink of his own sweat and donkey ejaculate. He really wasn’t sure what to do about his predicament or, more importantly, how to reverse it. He didn’t want to be a donkey, certainly, and couldn’t imagine living the rest of his life as a smelly beast. After all, real donkeys would not be placed with other horny jacks, and even worse than that, were likely to be gelded to be more tame for their owners. Still, there was no denying the changes felt good, just as much as he’d always hoped they would, to the point he couldn’t bring himself to regret his donkey cock…
Not really sure what to do, given the changes were not stopping and no doctor he knew of could be any help, Davis resigned himself to his bed, remembering to be careful of his tail this time as he did so. Part of him desperately wanted a shower, but in his asinine rampage had made his bathroom unusable, and he was forced to deal with his own bestial stink. The worst part was that the smell only served to turn him on further, bringing the temptation to touch himself all the more difficult to resist. But what would become of him if he did so?
The odor served to make him reflect on the very real possibility that he would soon end up as a fully feral donkey, the fate of all those in the stories he held so coveted. There were negatives of being condemned to being a donkey, of course, living at the whims of his masters, eating grass, shitting in a field, and being an animal. The stench of his waste, the prickling of flies, and the brays of his contemporaries did not meet his standards of living as a human being. Yet, there was no denying how much the change did it for him, especially the cock, to the point that he held the jackass form in reverence. Males like him, other sentient jacks, ones that were changed, would be the perfect herd mates. With nothing to do but eat, sleep, and fuck, such existence seemed blissful in comparison with the human life he’d known. And if they were all as horny and gay as he, like in the stories, then it would all be worth it…
Naturally, such thoughts caused his donkey cock to come to full erection, leaking already as his balls swelled with jackass seed. There was no stopping the urge to stroke himself now, his cock feeling even larger in his hands than before, if such were possible. His member was massive, pulsating as he stroked himself, imagining himself implanted into the anus of another horny male donkey. The mental image was more powerful than even those he’d drawn from his gym escapades. Being a beast, fucking and being fucked, and most of all, braying his release, made him draw closer and closer to release…
The one deterrent to his desired orgasm was that his fingers seemed a little shorter, making it more troublesome to wrap them all the way around his member. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the digits seemed to be shrinking before his eyes, preparing to diminish into his palms if Davis’s predictions came true. Worse was the swelling of his middle fingers, now double in girth with a thickening nail at the end. He was literally masturbating himself into having a pair of hooves!
The changes were not to stop there, however, with a stiffness in his toes reminding him of how much further he had to fall. It seemed like the middle toes were swelling as well, pulling their counterparts away even faster as they were sucked inward toward his stretching heel. The weight against the tips of his center toes was a sign that they were rapidly swelling into the start of his hind hooves. If things kept up, he would be a donkey, robbed his his autonomy and left as little more than an animal. He couldn’t want this!
As if he needed more of a reason to fear the changes, the itching across his body started to intensify, as though hairs were bursting from every pore, swelling against their neighbors and covering him in the start of a coarse jackass pelt. It soon coated his thighs, legs, and belly, and threatened to encroach over his beard as well, with the skin prickling underneath as a sign of his developing jackass hide. He was changing so fast, as though accelerating them with his desire to give into the pleasure of his new prick. Yet, even that realization was not enough for him to stem the tide of orgasm threatening to overtake him.
“HHHAAAAWWWW!” He brayed loudly and proudly as he came, impossible to hold himself back and having an even harder time mustering the energy to care. Thick jackass spunk coated the bed and sheets, though it stank of him, something his nose drank greedily. Even the pulsating of meat and muscle under his skin in tandem with waves of release was not enough to ebb the tides of orgasm, an actual transformation more potent an aphrodisiac than anything Davis hoped to experience in the real world.
Even after coming down from such an orgasmic high, Davis’s thoughts were fuzzy, finding it harder to think as his guts gurgled and his hunger made itself known once more. Having issues with his balance, Davis still managed to struggle down the stairs to eat. Starving as he was, all he’d purchased was eaten in under half an hour, Davis barely stopping to breathe as he did so. Yet, it seemed his gullet could not be so easily sated, still rumbling with an insistent hunger that made Davis feel weak. With little left to satiate his appetite, and Davis was left to groan and bray his frustrations before heading outside, despite for more to eat. Nothing in the room simply smelled right to his asinine senses!
Once outside, the scents of freshly mowed grass entered his nose and reignited his hunger. Before he knew it, Davis was down on his hands and knees, pulling up chunks of sod with his larger mouth and swallowing without chewing. It became even more comfortable as his body shifted slightly, the stature more natural for an asinine body. With little else to focus on, his tail swished over his backside, grazing contentedly as though a simple farm beast.
Only the sounds of shouts and laughter were enough to draw him from his feeding freezy, admittedly to his confusion. He was just eating, right? Annoyed, he flared more flexible lips and brayed, and the people gawking at him simply walked away, disgust and fear on their faces. Davis could hardly bring himself to care, however. That previous fear of change and embarrassment could not be brought to bear, not with how content he was from having a full belly. Now, there was another need in his body, one that caused his cock to grow tight in his pants, far past what they were meant to contain. He was impossibly erect at this point, and Davis had no choice but to obey the urges, needing a man to quell them to the point he couldn’t think straight. Maybe once he got off again, then, perhaps…
To his dismay, it was an almost impossible task to stand up again, and not from the simple tightness of clothing against his enlarging body. Still, he managed, Davis feeling a modicum of human shame in the moment. Not wanting to be laughed at again, Davis had the idea to shove his tail back in his pants, for whatever good that would do. It was painfully confined, almost to the point he could not bear it. But he managed, stumbling forward as though drunk. His destination wasn’t clear, but there was no point going back in his apartment, nothing there that could save him or sate his lusts. And he knew he would be kicked out of the gym once more if he were to try, leaving him to wonder where he was headed.
Walking around in his disheveled state, the sounds of music and the sight of several hot guys entering what seemed to be a nightclub caught his attention. One of the guys looked even like one of the man he had once seen at the gym, though it was harder to tell with decidedly poor eyesight. Still, the guy was hot as hell, and there was no denying he wanted the man’s likely impressive prick in his pucker, the pressure to his prostate the only thing he required to help get him off! Having never desired such before, it was getting harder for him to deny the urge the more it played through his mind.
Getting to the door, Davis felt his lips pulling back, exposing buck teeth once more, braying for a mate like the male jackass he was, or, rather, longed to be. The bouncer gave him a peculiar look, about to kick him out thinking he was on drugs and wearing makeup to make him look, and likely act, like a jackass. It was likely a little too bizarre even by their standards, but the moment he moved toward the man, the thick stench of musk and sweat gave him pause. It was something he should have by all rights been disgusted by, but the more he scented it, the more that-
The bouncer, Barry, hardly had a moment to think about what was wrong before the man moved in to kiss him, wet, rubbery lips tasting of grass and sod powerfully repulsive. Yet, there was something about the man that kept Barry intrigued, to the point he could not pull away. He moved to rub his fingers against the sweaty, fur-covered skin and even reached down toward the man’s balls, discovering orbs far larger than anything a human could manage. It was exciting to think of doing something with such a stud, Barry being gay and into well-hung men. Sure, taking him here and now was a little daunting, especially since he was on shift. But his cock was painfully erect, and he needed it in the worst way, conventions be damned.
Making out all the while, Barry helped Davis out of his clothes, tighter all around him to the point that Davis was likely to burst out of them, leaving Barry to wonder how the man had gotten them on in the first place. Barry, too, was quick to disrobe, some of the patrons trying to get into the bar looking at him with some disgust, though others with interest. Given the more kinky nature of this club, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for men to get up to some fun outside though perhaps not in front of the door where even people on the street could see them. Part of Barry was aware they could get arrested for public indecency. And yet…
Wanting to see what the man was packing, Barry got down, breathing in the heady musk wafting from the man’s backside. There was something twitching within his briefs, and no matter how Barry tried to rationalize it, he couldn’t make sense of it. Still, curiosity won out in the end, and Barry pulled the man’s pants down, only to be hit by a waft of musk and smacked in the face with a full-formed donkey’s tail. It was a little jarring, though in his lust-addled mind, the beastial appendage seemed to make some semblance of sense, and served only to turn the man on even more. Barry saw the tail rise and was witness to the sight of a thick, protruding pucker the likes of which defied his sense of scale. He couldn’t help but huff the sweaty scent wafting from it, the man’s donkey tail raising even more and anus clenching as though getting ready for his entrance. Hell, it even looked to the musk-drunk man that the donkey man’s hips were receding, further exposing his anus for his penetration.
Feeling the man teasing around his hole with exploratory fingers, Davis braced himself, getting down on his hands in preparation to be fucked. He hadn’t imagined ever taking it up the ass in real life, but there was no denying how much the desire burned through his mind to the point he could not imagine not doing it. “HHAAAWWWWKKK MEEEHHAAAWWW!” Davis brayed, and although the words were hard to understand to Davis’s twitching ears, the bouncer seemed to get the sentiment and pulled down his own pants, rather impressive dick bouncing in the air before he shoved it into Davis’s waiting fuck hole.
Yet, Davis soon found something was wrong. The cock, while impressive by human standards, was hardly doing anything against his insides. Even as the man started to thrust, pushing his cock into the hilt with a steady papping in rhythm, Davis could hardly feel it. It was embarrassing, and disappointing beyond all belief. And no matter how hot Davis found the guy, he couldn’t help but imagine him with pointed ears, his own tail, and braying his lusts as he prepared to blow a jackass-sized load in Davis’s bowels…
“HHHAAAAWWWWPPPP!” Davis yelled, pulling back as the man prepared to blow his load, getting cum all over Davis’s backside. There was no way his massive, donkey-sized dong could get off from such minor prostate stimulation. And he needed it more than anything, especially with feeling his fingers shrinking further, middle digits stiffening and making him well aware he would not be able to jerk himself off with them much longer.
Trying to pull his pants up was an impossible task, and Davis stumbled forward, looking around with some shame at the number of people starting. “Go a HHHHAAAAAWWWWWEEEYYY!” He tried to call out, though the laughter and the jeers on their faces left Davis even more ashamed to the point he could only stumble away with his larger body.
A heavy panic settled over his mind, making him buck and kick as he tried to get to his feet. The action seemed to trigger a change in his feet, the middle digits suddenly swelling to the point they pushed apart the stitching in his shoes from within. They were growing far too large for the size of his shoes, the hooves rounding within and bursting their way through. His heels pushed at the back as the rest of his toes stiffened and drew upward within his elongating heel. The pressure would likely have been painful, though the swollen keratin nail could barely feel much of the strain. Davis was inclined to reach down and try to remove them, only to find his belly was a little too large to succeed. Thankfully he did not fall over, though the torn shoes did leave him tripping over them several times before getting away from the crowd, finally kicking them away as soon as the force of growing hooves allowed it.
Stumbling forward, Davis found it a little difficult to walk with his digitigrade stance. However, the clopping of his hooves against the sidewalk was a little pleasant, giving him the gait he’d always secretly wanted, the result of a real world change. Eventually, he was able to manage it, his massive bulbous belly in the way of seeing his feet. However, he could clearly hear them, and he delighted over possessing them, even able to walk faster, drawing the stares of people as he passed by. In his current state, Davis’s musk-drunk mind was somewhat fixated on how hot any of the guys were, on the lookout for his next fuck buddy. But it was a moot point, he was starting to realize. None would have a member large enough to satisfy him, and he knew only another changing donkey man could do it for him. And where was he to find one that had made the same wish?
It was at that moment the reality of his situation hit him in the face like when his tail had smacked his fuck buddy. He was going to be a donkey and had let it happen with barely an iota of resistance. It felt almost natural, as though he was destined to be a beast, suited to that body and lifestyle more than anything in his humanity. Perhaps that had been why he’d been drawn to such stories to the point some entity would grant his wish. Those secret longings had been hovering under the surface but ignored under a facade of finding something better within the real world. And now that he was nearly a donkey in body, feeling the satisfaction those story’s protagonists always knew by the end, Davis couldn’t help but bray his elation!
A haze fell over his mind then, as though something had changed about the universe around him. He was far from the city, he was sure, but it mattered little, not with his interest in a particular scent in the air, one rank and a little musky. It rang familiar, however, to the point that Davis saw no reason not to follow it, braying out as though calling for something, someone. There was no way his limited human mind could interpret what he was doing, but for the jackass within him, it made more sense than anything he had ever known, and he brayed and brayed, desperate for a response.
The sound of a corresponding bray caught his attention, and with that, Davis felt himself getting hard once more. It was as someone was calling out to him, beckoning him to join them. Davis wanted nothing more than to be with jacks like him who only desired to get off with other jacks. Perhaps they were like him, dreamers who read transformation stories online and imagined what life would be like as a gay male donkey. All changing, all jerking off to it, and all looking for a herd of like-minded fellows to spend the rest of their lives with, fucking and grazing and being gay, horny animals just as they always craved.
Eager to join them, Davis couldn’t get there fast enough, the added weight in his hips and backside making walking on two legs precarious at best. Struggling as he was to run with his hybrid anatomy, Davis felt himself topple over, able to put his hands out to stop himself from falling flat on his face but still paining himself as it hit the ground hard. Trying to push himself up was for naught as he fell over again, braying angrily as he did so. It seemed his torso and belly had extended to the point he was top-heavy, and as he struggled, the sounds of his hips wetly popping and his pelvis painlessly shifting put him down on all fours for good. It was hard to concern himself with such things, however, given the heady stench of something intriguing was found lower to the ground, something that compelled him forward.
The persistent stiffness in his hands soon came to a head as his middle fingers suddenly swelled, forcing the already fading remnants of his other digits be sucked within his wrists, their bones reconfiguring to a vestigial state. Rather than be panicked, Davis lifted himself up by the single digits, thick keratin wrapping around them able to take on even his massive weight. Soon, he was able to straighten his arms, his new hooves holding him up with little effort as the meat and fat faded from his new asinine arms. A futile attempt to move his absent fingers was met with a brief sadness, though not for long as he allowed himself to settle into his new position, loving the fact he was closer to the jackass form he held in reverence.
As though being on all fours was a precursor to further change, a wave of growth played through him, chest barreling, belly bulging, and shoulders being shoved forward by the force of his torso expanding. With his hips and shoulders in their current state, standing on four legs felt comfortable, natural, and even worries about being able to stand erect again left his mind at the realization. This was the perfect posture to seduce an equine mate, and if the sounds of distant brays were any indication, he was sure to find some soon!
The sight of a nearby pond caught his attention, and Davis was for some reason drawn to it, not necessarily thirsty but wanting to get a look at his changes. The reflection staring back at him was clearly more ass than man, though his face was largely the only thing to have not fully converted to his jackass self. His eyes were brown with rectangular pupils, his nose was thick and bulbous, and his teeth were yellow and blocky. Ears twitched at the top of his head, and his mohawk waved in the air, running down a thicker, meaty neck.
Yet, Davis couldn’t be bothered to lament the lost human features, giving into donkey urges and wanting to be complete with a handsome jackass visage. As though granting his wish, a series of rapid pops and pains of growth assailed his face, veins pushing out to fuel the muscle and bones needed to form a fully asinine visage. The aches of rapid change were a little much, though Davis did his best to endure it, closing his eyes even as they rotated out toward the sides of his head from the force of the growth. His head was massive, forehead drawn into his muzzle and compressing upon his brain. Though there was little fear for it at this point, Davis wanting to give in to all it meant to be a jackass in mind and body.
The persistent erection was only to get more insistent as a series of loud brays hit his ears, and it was all he could do not to gallop toward them. Like a fog clearing in his mind, the distant view opened up to him, seeing a farm, a fence, and several donkeys braying in his direction, looking up with necks craned and lips pulled back. It took only a cursory glance under their rounded bellies to see that not only were they all male, but many had bobbing erections, eager and throbbing as though waiting for his presence. Several came up to sniff and nip at him, and Davis felt his cock stiffen further at the implication of what was soon to come.
Davis would not have to wait long until one of the jacks started moving toward his backside, sniffing and licking and breathing warm breath over Davis’s anus. Judging by the size of the erection settled under the jack’s loins, it was obvious such a beast could manage to get up on his back and give him the fucking Davis desperately craved. And he was soon to get his wish, the jack backing up and rearing over him, his weight rather heavy but not so much that Davis couldn’t handle it. In fact, Davis eagerly allowed it, wanting to feel a worthy-sized cock inside of him!
Yet, Davis soon found it was almost too much, the pain of being penetrated in his virgin donkey pucker nearly making him buck and kick in resistance. Part of him was surprised he was able to take something the size of a donkey’s dick inside his bowels, but he managed, gripping the phallus like a crank as he was fucked and used. A deep, shooting pain was soon followed by something that didn’t make immediate sense, though as the pressure grew, so did his lust. Something else persisted in his mind as well, an understanding and satisfaction of being used by such a virile jack. This was to be his life now, one that Davis had walked into willingly, and one he could only view as a dream come true. The stimulation to his cock increased beyond his understanding, and Davis felt the tip flaring, balls preparing to blow their load at a moment’s notice. Davis was being properly fucked and he was primed for it!
Only one thing could serve to bother him as he allowed himself to be fucked, and that was the realization he had no hands to get off with, no way to stimulate his cock. Without one of the jacks to generously wrap their rubbery lips around his phallus, what was he to do? The answer was as obvious as the cock slapping against his belly, the pressure against his prostate ufficient to bring him to the brink and presumably beyond, provided the jack was generous enough with his dong to provide the proper prostate stimulation.
As he was fucked and taken, Davis was quickly aware the jack on his back was far heavier than he was, and it was starting to pain him to take such a beast. As he firmed his stance, the meat and muscle in his body seemed to swell enough that he was able to take such a beast with ease. His equine hide was tough, no longer bothered by the hooves around his flanks even as the fat and muscle continued to swell up. With his tail thrashing against the donkey’s belly, fur and hide spreading over every inch of skin, there was little left to remind the world Davis had been born anything other than one of the donkeys in the herd.
The pleasure was quickly building to the point of no return, and even with his diminishing intellect, Davis still had the mentality to enjoy it from a human perspective, feeling his cock coming to its peak and preparing to expel his burden. All it took was the jack to unload in him to bring Davis to bear. “HHHEEEHHAAAAWWW!” The jack called out, before reaching down to bite down on Davis’s neck, enough for him to spill his load onto his belly and ground, braying his own lust as he did so.
With a loud thump, the male fell from Davis’s back, some of his semen dripping on the ground. Davis felt full and used in the best way, loving how the other donkey even went so far as to lap up some of his seed from Davis’s rump, cleaning him just slightly. With the camaraderie he felt for the other beast, there was no reason not to take his muzzle in a messy equine kiss. To the delight of his fading mind, the other jack reciprocated, loving the flavor of his new herd mate and the bond they now shared. Some fading part of his mind knew that mattered little, that he was part of the herd and all of them were equally mates. Still, this one was his first and was something he was determined to cherish!
With the persistent ache in his cock, Davis saw no reason not to mount his new mate, and the new jack seemed to be of one mind. Looking back with a loud bray, the donkey moved his tail up over a puckered anus, one perhaps larger than Davis’s own. As much as it had delighted him to cum from being fucked, the sensation of the warm equine donut against his cock head was sublime, making him bray as he humped the backend of the jackass, shoving in his member to the point the donkey’s rectum felt like a warm glove. It was easy to give in to the siren song of brays that pulled away his humanity, taking from him all he once cared for and cherished. None of it mattered as with a triumphant “HHHEEEHHAAAWWW!” Davis felt his load spilling into the donkey’s taut pucker, human thoughts rushing from his mind like semen as he did so.
Getting down from his newest conquest, Davis found peace settling over his mind, taking away the last moments of his humanity and his ability to reflect on things from a human point of view. But there was little in his mind left that cared about such things. The sensations of his bowels being filled and his cock fitting into his male mates carried with them far more promise than anything he could recall with his fleeting intelligence. The peace and contentment was overwhelming, to the point the former man could only manage one final action
“HHHEEEEEHHHHAAAAWWWW!”