The lust was bubbling up again. Jen couldn't control herself. Her body was being pumped full of testosterone and acting accordingly. She needed to find someone to fuck before she turned into more of a donkey.
"Jen, are you ready for school?" Jen's mom called from the kitchen. Jen panicked. She couldn't let her mom find her like this, standing in the puddle of cum with a donkey cock. Jen did her best to clean up the mess, and then jumped back into bed. She grabbed every available blanket and covered herself until it looked like she was wrapped in a cocoon.
"Jennifer Smith if you aren't up... what is that smell?" Jen's mom paused outside her daughter's bedroom door, disgusted by the barnyard scent in the air. Where on earth could it be coming from?
Jen continued to play "sick", lying in her bed her cock and balls hidden by multiple layers of sheets. Her mother finally entered her room, and immediately called Jen's bluff. But Jen stuck to the act. Thankfully for her, her forehead was slick with sweat, and her face was flushed. Not from sickness, but from the orgasm she just experienced.
Jen's mother conceded and let Jen stay home from school. On her way out she noticed the pile of dirty towels and sheets in the corner of the bedroom.
"That girl needs to learn to do her laundry. No wonder it smells so bad in here." Jen's mom thought as she left.
The second Jen heard her mom's car drive off Jen threw her covers off her body. While she had been lying in bed, her cock shriveled back into its sheath. Now more manageable, Jen attempted to dress. But nothing fit over her cock. At least nothing of hers.
There was a pair of her boyfriend's briefs at the back of her closet, left behind from his last visit. In her shame, Jen found they fit well enough over her new parts. There was still a large bulge, but at least she wouldn't have to go commando.
Jen put on a pair of sweatpants and then a tee shirt. She felt better now that she was wearing clothing. Though she still couldn't ignore the fact that her body was no longer normal. Her cock and balls swayed as she walked, gently rubbing her thigh.
She walked around her house biting her lip to keep from getting aroused. If she sat to long, her cock would get restless and beg for attention. A side effect of the curse she assumed. Which she had to figure out how to beat.