After a few moments, Anthony knew what he needed to be doing. Grabbing the keys to the other family car, the door wasn’t even closed before he was forcing himself into the drivers seat.
“HAAWW!” His pained exclamation having torn his leg on the steering wheel.
Why was it so low down? He didn’t pay it anymore mind, raising it as high as it would go, the seat as far back as it could so he could squeeze himself into position. Fumbling with the keys (seriously? Why were they made so small?) cost time and another shirt button, but eventually, he was able to bring the engine to life, and with some difficulty brought the car to the road. Finally, he could escape the concrete jungles and be where he was MEANT to be!
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“WhaaWWWt’s up with EvHHEEone?” Anthony couldn’t help but bray out some twenty minutes later.
Getting out of the town limits had proven a challenge, hooves not wanting to stay on the pedals until he found a way to hook said hooves around them. But what really confused him was how everyone seemed to react. Shocked gawking and staring, much finger-pointing, even a shout and scream from time to time that had continued until he was alone on open road.
And not without reason, as now his head was (save for its size) indistinguishable from a donkey. Long ears pressed on the ceiling and coated completely in mainly-grey fur, the last button ripped from his shirt, held to his barrelling chest only by the light-blue overalls that themselves creaked audibly from their increasingly-futile struggle to hold in his body, hands becoming like his hooves.
Additionally, there was the growing matter of his loaded bowels begging for emptying, a nagging demand from the back of his black-maned head to just let it all out and not care about the mess. Something that, for now, he did resist.
What he was caving into, however, were his growing fantasies about what he was going to do once he left the vehicle as good grasslands lay a mere half-hour away. Open fields, Jennies, nothing to worry about again, save for keeping his bloodline going. Actually, that thought pumped blood into his enlarged penis, which even in its denim prison, was able to slowly push its way up, an impressive bulge at his front that climbed to unbelievable height.
“HAWW! HAAAW! HHAAAAWW!” Anthony couldn’t help but bray excitedly at the thoughts, even managing to find one use for his unfamiliar wrappings which grated over his massive member to send intense sensation throughout.
Just. Thirty. More. Minutes.