Finally, Anthony pulled over at his destination - Darren’s family farm. He remembered making fun of Darren by calling him a poor hick when he found out that he and his family lived on a farm outside of town with pastures full of donkeys and horses, but as Anthony looked over the rolling grass-filled fields, all that came to mind was “paradise”.
His changes had progressed a little further during his drive; his feet were completely indistinguishable from a donkey’s hind legs, and while it was hard, he still managed to balance on his two hooves. While his feet had stretched to an incredible length, his thighs had shortened and fattened, almost fusing with his widening ass. His hips had also widened to accommodate his huge rear and made him look rather awkward. Anthony grunted with every step as his denim overalls were grinding into his expanding frame. While his erection had died down, his overalls were so tight and constricting that they kept his swollen manhood tight against his abdomen and bulging beer gut, which had once been a smooth board of abs mere hours ago. In between his sweaty butt cheeks, Anthony could also feel his growing tail, which was currently a six-inch string of flesh which he could slightly twitch voluntarily.
The donkey-headed college athlete finally climbed over the farm’s short perimeter fence and made his way past a small tree line when he noticed a man on an ATV approaching him from a distance – Darren. It only took moments for Darren to arrive, and as he did his expression changed quickly from one of curiosity over who this stranger was to a look of pure shock and horror as he realized the man before him had a donkey head and hooves and was wearing overalls on the brim of exploding apart.
“What the fuck are you?!” Darren exclaimed, still atop his ATV in case he needed to make a quick run-for-it. Darren’s mind was filled with agitation and impatience. He NEEDED to eat, he NEEDED to shit, and he NEEDED to breed. At the same time, he knew he needed to let Darren know that he was going to be doing all these things at his family’s farm. Ideally, for the rest of his life, however long that would be.
“DaaaAAAAAAAWWWWWWWrren, it’s meeeeEEEEEEEEE, AnthAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWnyyyyEEEEEEE!!!” the young donkey-creature said. Darren froze in disbelief. Looking over at the car on the roadside from which it emerged, Darren did recognize it as being Anthony’s, but how was that possible?
“Anthony? Is that really you?” Darren asked, fear and confusion overtaking his entire stature.
Anthony, fed up with Darren’s questioning, moved on to satisfying his next objective. A queasiness that he had in stomach for hours returned again in his expansive gut, and he had had it with these suffocating human overalls. Reaching a deforming hand over his chest, Anthony let out a tremendous bray to declare his presence on the pasture, before tearing off the front of his constricting clothes, which fell around his hooves in tatters. A huge amount of relief swept over him; not just because he was freed from his denim prison, but more importantly because he knew he was where he belonged – butt-naked in a safe, grassy field.
Darren sat with his mouth wide-open in shock. While Darren’s belly and groin were still bare, his chest, arms, and legs were coated with a short gray pelt. His hands were quickly deforming more and more every second as his fingers fused and extended further and further out, gaining the girth and muscle needed to be forelegs. The most disturbing change, however, was Anthony’s crotch. His testicles had darkened and grown into a large, taut, shiny ballsack, which looked like two large grapefruits wrapped in polished leather. To Anthony’s pleasant surprise, his cock wasn’t immobile earlier because of the constricting overalls, but rather because the skin of his cock had completely fused with his lower belly and abdomen, giving him a leathery sheath containing the cock of his dreams. Anthony took a brief moment to marvel at his new beast cock, and used his morphing hands as best he could to gently cup one of his donkey nuts. His testes felt so heavy and filled to the brim with what he hoped was nothing but pure donkey juice so that when he found a jenny and stuffed his cock balls-deep into her it would create the first of his legacy. But first thing’s first, and right now, Anthony was hungry.
Without any hesitation, and with great desire, Anthony fell forward onto his mutating hands and rear hooves, diving muzzle-first into the delicious green grass, his mammoth bare buttocks carelessly turned towards Darren. “Anthony, can you hear me?” Darren asked sheepishly. Overcome with ravenous hunger, all Anthony bothered to respond with was an ungodly fart pointed his way. His tail quickly flicked aside as his asshole pushed out and ripped out a powerful explosion of methane that made his gigantic butt cheeks jiggle and sputter uninterrupted for at least 10 seconds. Anthony took a moment from gorging himself to moan in satisfaction, it was probably the single largest and wettest fart he had ever made in his life, and he reveled in his scent as the stinky gas made its way to his large equine nostrils. Figuring he should let loose after getting loose, Anthony took it a step further by raising his proto-tail up and away from his asshole once again, allowing Darren the opportunity to notice that it had blossomed and darkened into a thick, black donkey butt-hole, which puckered out a little between his massive ass cheeks. Anthony released another extraordinary toot into the humid air before he felt the long-awaited euphoria of emptying his bowels as he felt his first ever donkey turd squeeze its way out of his bulbous beastly butt-hole and plop softly onto the earth below him. Anthony released a deep guttural bray to announce his delight at having left his mark on his new home while Darren could only stare in amazement as his former teammate unleashed several more spherical donkey turds from his massive ass.
When he was finished leaving his first of many steaming piles of animal shit behind him, some of which had smeared the deep cleft of his ass on its way down, Anthony focused his attention once again to the delicious grass before him, not even stopping to pay attention to his barely-human cock peep out of its new sheath and unleash a strong and pungent stream of urine which pooled out to his hands and hooves, his lengthening tail flailing and swatting his gargantuan buttocks like crazy the entire time.
Cautiously, Darren got off his ATV and left Anthony to graze while he inspected his car. Inside, he found what was clearly Anthony’s phone and wallet. “Damn, it IS Anthony.” Darren muttered to himself, looking back over at the naked and transforming college jock eating away at the pasture’s foliage. Anthony’s changes were still occurring at an increased paced and made themselves known with every pop and crackle as his bones reformed as his spine, neck, and tail increased in length and girth. His hands were now completely hooves and his shoulders had crunched and jutted out back so that he now had the forelegs of an equine. A thunderous snap occurred when the small of his back re-adjusted and popped his entire ass up into the air, spread his globular cheeks apart, and locked him in a quadruped position permanently. His tail was now furry with a dark tassel at the end of it, and his body was filling out to give him the build of a healthy jackass stud with every bite he ate. Darren, with his experience in handling animals, could tell that Anthony was on his way to making a fine-looking jack with a rounded, well-muscled posterior, a strong rotund gut for processing all that grass, and a strong sturdy neck which was beginning to grow a spiky black mane down its length. It was at that moment that Darren realized Anthony’s loss of humanity might prove to be very fortunate for Darren and his family.
Hours passed in the empty field, with Anthony endlessly grazing and chewing on grass, stopping every now and then to bray wildly in the air or to take an obscenely large animal dump, typically announced by violent bouts of flatulence. Sometimes he would venture to the adjacent stream and dunk his mouth in for a drink. There were very few differences between him and a real-life jackass. The only things distinguishing him from a full-fledged donkey was the lack of hair on his girthy underbelly and equine rump, and the fact that his muzzle had yet to fully extend and his forehead was still pronounced due to his human-sized brain. Even then, nobody would’ve been able to tell you who this creature used to be, if they could even guess that it used to be a person in the first place.
Now intent on using Anthony’s budding equine attributes to score a free prime stud for the family farm, Darren began scheming to help degrade and debase Anthony’s condition as quickly as possible. While Anthony remained distracted, he drove his ATV back to the farmhouse and gathered up multiple old bags of lawn clippings and hay-bales and attached them to a small trailer which he drove back over to Anthony’s location. Giddily, he watched as Anthony absentmindedly turned his attention to the mountain of grass Darren had brought for him and began scooping it in mouthfuls non-stop, as if he was in a trance. Anthony swallowed pounds upon pounds of the stuff at a determined rate, each mouthful doing its part to add to Anthony’s growing physique and be deposited back to the earth as his solid and liquid waste.
Anthony’s mind was zoned out the entire time he ate. All he gave attention to was the breeze tickling his potent balls, and the pleasurable feeling of his sheath rocking back and forth on his abdomen. However, most of his focus was on the bounty of delicious grass he couldn’t stop himself from eating, his enormous donkey belly standing as a testament to that fact. The only annoyances he had were the flies that kept pestering his shit-stained ass crack and the lack of female donkey jennies to fuck.
Eventually, after depositing another healthy load of natural fertilizer on the ground, Anthony felt lethargic and clopped his four hooves over to a shaded area, Darren watching him the whole time. Anthony lied down and closed his eyes, satisfied with the day’s work and looking forward to spending every moment for the rest of his life as a smelly, dirty, and naked donkey-fucking jackass. He didn’t care about football, or college, or his parents. He didn’t care anymore about ugly female humans and stupid kids. He just wanted to live and die as a stupid and completely unintelligent farm animal that shits where it wants and whose life is only worth the semen in his thick nuts. Resting on his side, Anthony quickly fell into a peaceful nap.