Damon thought long about what wish he wanted to make. He then thought of the perfect wish. He had always been ashamed of his manhood. It was definitely on the lower end of the bell curve. Monica sometimes made snide comments about it, too. He took a deep breath and continued; "I wish to be hung like a donkey". The genie smiled mischiviously. "Your wish is my command". All of a sudden there was a loud flash and Damon found himself in darkness.
Damon's first thought was that he felt something squeezing him. It felt like his arms were squeezed up very close to his body. He tried to move them, but he couldn't feel them at all. Whatever had surrounded him was very warm, moist, and leathery. "What is going on?", he thought to himself. He began fidgiting, trying to get out of whatever was wrapped around him, but he found he couldn't move much at all. Damon began to panic a bit; he couldn't move his arms or his body? Where is he? What happened? All he wished for was a bigger penis!
Damon couldn't do much of anything except stay still in whatever warm leathery place plae he was in. He began to notice that whatever was wrapped around him stunk a bit. Like musk or ball sweat or something, but much stronger. It was making him feel a bit ill.
Just then, Damon saw a bright light. It was blinding at first, but soon his eyes adjusted. He felt the warm leathery material sliding down his body. Soon the covering cleared his head and torso. WHOA! Damon was flying through the air, flopping and flailing everywhere! His field of vision was flying all around. What he could see through the chaos, however, were the hairy grey legs of an animal, with dirty hooves at the bottom.
Damon slowly stopped flying around, and his body drooped to the ground. Damon, staring at the ground, was terrified! What the hell was going on? Why was he unable to move at all? What was that leathery thing? Why does it look like he is underneith an animal?!
Just then, Damon felt a tremendous pressure flow through his body. It felt like a pounding, throbbing pressure, deep inside his torso. Damon's field of vision slowly rotated upwards with each throb. Damon could feel blood ulsing through his body. His torso was getting stiffer and stiffer.
Slowly, Damon saw a hairy white donkey belly come into view at the top of his field of vision. The sight sent a chill of pure fear down his body, as he finally understood what had happened. He had wished to be hung like a donkey, and now he literally was. He had been transformed into a donkey's cock! He was terrified and disgusted at the prospect, but he was finding it hard to think with the pounding of blood rushing in and out of his cock body. He had been reduced to a nasty old animal's cock! Uggh! The thought was too disgusting to even entertain!
At that moment, Damon's body had become fully erect. He couldn't see it himself, but his new form of existence was of a jet black donkey cock, crisscrossed with veins. He belonged to a horny donkey jack, who had a harem of jennies that he used as he pleased. A huge pair of testicles hung fat and heavy below Damon's body.
Damon's field of vision was suddenly shifted downwards rapidly. Then it was thrust upwards hard. Damon felt his fat cock body loudly smack the donkey's belly. A wave of pleasure ran down his body. His "head" flared out even more as it filled with more blood. Damon kept being slapped up and down, banging against the donkey's stomach. It felt amazing, but Damon was horrified he was enjoying it. Pretty soon, Damon felt a feeling near the base of his body. It traveled up his body until it reached his face. His urethra mouth opened invuntarily and he began to vomit. Thick, chunky, yellow donkey spunk erupted out of his mouth. Shot after shot! Uggh, it tasted absolutely vile! Damon was humiliated at the thought that he was just a donkey's cock now, throwing up it's dirty donkey cum! After quite a long time, the flow of cum stopped. Damon's body went limp, hanging below the massive beast. Foul tasting and smelling donkey cum slowly dribbled out of his mouth; it was disgusting. As the donkey's sheath slowly started wrapping him up again, the full weight of his situation hit him. He had no way to reverse this! The genie and the lamp were nowhere to be found, and he couldn't speak anyways if he was; his mouth was just a cock hole, after all. He was utterly trapped, doomed to live out his pathetic existance as the smelly cock of a common barnyard animal. It was too horrible to even think about.
As the smelly leather folds of the sheath absorbed Damon, leaving him in the dark with nothing but the taste of old donkey spunk to keep him company, Damon began to weap in his mind, lamenting the terrible fate that had befallen him...