While the donkey-boy peacefully napped with a stomach full of the day’s graze, the Powers That Be decided that Anthony was too subdued by his changing nature to even realize the gravity of his situation. This was meant to be Punishment, and while it was humorous to see him degrade himself and behave like a common ass, there was no point in judging him to such a horrible and demeaning fate if he remained blissfully unaware of what was happening. They needed him to suffer the shame and embarrassment of becoming nothing more than a furry, four-legged, and hooved beast of burden. So, for the time being it was decided that they would scale back the donkey’s mindset and allow Anthony to regain control of his conscious thought. Of course, his body and its instincts would still remain completely donkey, which they virtually were. While he was sleeping, his changes progressed slightly further. His tail finished growing and whatever parts of his body were lacking fur quickly grew it. His muzzle pushed out slightly more, crunching and cracking as his skull extended and mouth changed. His neck finished stretching out and gained the musculature needed to ensure that Anthony would never again utter anything that could possibly be mistaken for anything other than the pathetic bray of a jackass. All he had left of himself (for now) was his large human brain, which would allow him to understand the severity of his punishment, and witness his condemnation to donkeydom.
Anthony awoke as the late afternoon sun pierced his eyes. He remembered having such a strange and ultra-realistic dream, where he was a donkey, and he was behaving like one, too. He remembered the smell of delicious grass and the feeling of satisfaction of pushing out massive donkey turds from his exposed filthy asshole which was constantly being pestered by flies and tickled by the warm breeze. He wondered what time it was, he probably needed to go to football practice.
It was then that he realized that he couldn’t feel his hands. Opening his eyes wide awake, he then realized that he was lying naked outdoors. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe he had somehow passed out on the field after football practice, but that thought was obliterated as he saw long forelegs belonging to a work animal ending in hooves as clumsy as they were heavy. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” he screamed, before he brayed again as he realized that he had just brayed: “HAAAAAWWWWWWWW-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAW”. HIS FINGERS WERE GONE! Darren, still watching from a distance, started running over to him quickly to calm him while Anthony awkwardly lifted himself on all fours in a panic. Turning his massive neck to look at his back, the only thing he could see was the body of a jackass, capped off by a tassled tale that was frantically whipping his smelly animal rump in agitation. “Noooooooo!” Anthony screamed, emitting another resounding “HHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”
Anthony began to realize that this meant he wasn’t dreaming. That he was at Darren’s farm, and that he had been walking on all fours grazing NAKED in the open field, and that he saw his body changing and did nothing to stop it. All he did, in fact, was act like the animal he was turning into.
“Anthony!” Darren yelled, trying to distract the horrified new donkey-to-be. Anthony, however, was far too preoccupied noting his new animal attributes. “My dick,” Anthony thought, thinking of his male human phallus as the strongest symbol that he was a man. Hoping that his masculine pride was in-tact, Anthony pushed his long, equine neck down between his forelegs to see the most horrifying and disturbing sight in his entire life. Fused to his fattened belly, its dark entrance directed right at him, Anthony saw his new donkey sheath – his brand-new animal penis. Snugly wrapped in the wrinkly flesh of what was once the skin of his human cock and sitting in front of two hideously large and heavy animal testicles. All of it between his thick, rounded thighs and massive rotund belly. Even worse, his enlarged nostrils let him capture the musky aroma of his animal junk, a combination of musky bestial sweat and sour urine. Anthony was so scared he couldn’t move nor make a sound. He just stared at his new genitals in morbid dread. “This can’t be happening.” He thought, “This is impossible”. Just then, he saw his malformed penis twitch in his sheath. With equal parts curiosity and horror, he watched as his bloated, flat-tipped equine cock wedged out a little and hung limply, already multiple times larger and thicker than the biggest cocks he had seen in the lockers. He didn’t have much time to stare at it and ponder before a mighty flow of acrid yellow urine gushed out from it, splattering all over the ground and splashing up onto his furry legs and undercarriage.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW HHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAWWWW” brayed Anthony in shock and confusion. He was beginning to grasp that his body was no longer his. At this point Darren had finally made it over to him. “Calm down, Anthony, it ain’t like you haven’t pissed yourself earlier today.” he said, smiling, doing what he could to not draw any attention.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW” Anthony replied, instinctively folding his asinine ears back and raising his tail slightly to show his annoyance with Darren’s condescending manner. Unfortunately for Anthony, his tail wasn’t going back down, and Darren plugged his nose as he knew what was coming. With his piss stream still in full flow, Anthony grunted as he could feel a strong and nauseating grumbling sensation course through his insides and ending with a familiar pressure in his rectum pressing against his back door. “HEEEEEEEEEE-HHAAAAAAAAWW” Anthony brayed before he felt a fiery, fast, and brutally loud fart, which almost seemed to echo throughout the fields like a gunshot. Anthony looked back at his rump in fear, feeling the weight in his bowels start to push its way out, knowing he was about to poop himself outdoors in front of Darren as an animal while having absolutely no control of his body’s functions. Apparently, he did not consciously remember that his donkey-side was more than happy to do that exact thing multiple times throughout the day.
Anthony turned to Darren as if to tell him to look away “HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW” he brayed, until he was cut off by the sensation of his asshole widening and pushing out from his rump as a fresh grass-laden turd strained its way out. “HHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW” Anthony brayed, this time pure humiliation. At least his cock stopped peeing everywhere. Of course, his butt-hole was far from finished. Darren couldn’t help but laugh as he saw Anthony bray uncontrollably with each ball of manure that came tumbling out of him. The first two were mildly spaced apart, but by the third one his ass just began dumping a barrage of fresh manure until it formed a pile of steaming donkey shit.
Anthony turned to get a better look at the pounds of dung he had just made. Little did he know, it wasn’t even the largest shit heap he made that day. Anthony began softly braying in hopelessness and despair. Here he was, an aspirational college athlete with a stellar body and all the luck in the world, on all fours, covered in fur matted with his own leavings, braying like the dumb beast he was becoming. Looking at his hooves, he was reminded that even IF there was a way out, it would be IMPOSSIBLE for him to ever throw, or even HOLD, a football ever again. A haunting premonition crept up on his weakened mindset. A fear, or knowledge, that these changes were permanent, irreversible, and totally corruptible. That he was going to be nothing more than Darren’s stupid donkey. That it was only a matter of time before his mind and brain suffered the same fate as the rest of his body. That he was born a human boy and would be damned to live the life and die the death of a common barnyard jackass.
Anthony was so lost in despair that he didn’t even bother to protest when Darren flung a lasso over his thick neck. Darren still couldn’t believe the events that had just transpired. His former buddy had arrived in a mutated condition, stripped himself of all his clothes, and ate grass, shit, and pissed like the naked donkey animal he basically now was. Aside from the pronounced slope of his cranium and somewhat shortened muzzle, he was a total jackass, just like he had been when he was human. Darren grunted and forced the donkey to follow his lead. Even though Anthony didn’t want to, he had virtually no control over his motor functions, and he found his legs moving on their own accord to Darren’s whims, the donkey within him retaining control of his locomotion. It was beginning to get late in the evening, and a part of him wanted to seek shelter in case there were any predators around. Internally, however, Anthony was a nervous mess. His entire life was flashing before him as he thought of his childhood, his parents, his dreams – all his years of schooling and practicing sports – just to end up like this; clumsily moving one heavy hoof in front of the other, braying lowly every now and then out of pity for his own lost potential. Feeling the weight of his balls and sheath as they rocked slightly between his thickened thighs only reinforced his misery as he knew he was nothing but animal down there from now on. No wife to love, and no children to raise. No house or new car or future of any kind. Hell, he would never even get toilet paper ever again, an idea that was only validated more as he felt his tail rub the remnants of his latest shit into his ass hairs, much to the delight of the pestering flies who couldn’t get enough of his highly productive donkey anus.
Darren, of course, was very apathetic to Anthony’s predicament. He didn’t know how or why his college football teammate ended up as a grass-eating donkey-dicked fartbox, but he was determined to see it through. Anthony had all the signs of health and virility of an alpha male jackass. His only problem was his head – it still looked too human, and Darren hoped that his changes weren’t finished. While he still knew that some part of Anthony’s conscious was probably human, he rationalized that it wasn’t of his concern. After all, he didn’t make Anthony a donkey, nor did he know to change him back. He didn’t tell Anthony to come here and literally make an ass out of himself, he did that all on his own. Darren figured that if Anthony was wanting to take up a long-term residence at his parent’s farm, that him and his family may as well benefit from having an extra stud on hand. From Darren’s point-of-view, Anthony didn’t even seem to be minding it until he woke from his nap. He just grazed and changed all day earlier in the afternoon without a seeming care in the world. “Maybe you’ll calm down once I let you have at it with a fresh jenny in heat!” Darren quipped to the beast behind him.
“HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” Anthony brayed, loudly protesting at the thought of fucking an ANIMAL. But to Darren, it just sounded like a common bray coming from a common ass. He chuckled to himself, hardly able to believe that he was leading his jackass buddy to a stable to screw the living daylights out of a donkey cunt, and guiding him with a lasso the whole time. “If eating and shitting like a stupid goddamn donkey didn’t put you over the edge, then maybe cumming your brains out in one will, hahaha.”
“HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAWWW” Anthony cried, but to Darren, it was impossible to distinguish if it was a pleading bray for help or a happy bray in celebration. To him or to anyone else, it just sounded like a stupid donkey bray.
Anthony could still understand the words Darren was saying, though, and the concept of him “cumming his brains out in a jenny” absolutely repulsed him. As he brayed, he thought of how disgusting and perverted Darren’s actions were. He was supposed to be his friend, and now he was going to make him fuck a donkey! The very thought of a slutty jenny in heat was abhorrent to Anthony. He thought of how disgusting it would be, sniffing her sizzling urine, getting a nose or maybe even a mouthful of her folds. Leaping on top of her, grinding his large heavy frame, guiding his cock into her depths…
It was at that moment that Anthony stopped in his tracks, much to Darren’s annoyance. A burning sensation emanated from his equine sheath as his cock stirred within. “No.” Anthony said to himself, yelping a small, scared bray. Looking back down at his animal junk, he saw his cockhead flop out like it did before. Except this time, it didn’t stop there.
While his cock skin had already mutated and thickened itself into a smelly jackass sheath attached to his stomach, Anthony’s actual penis had yet to gain its true natural form. With the invasive and unwanted images of filthy jennies and their nasty animal twats flashing through Anthony’s mind, he watched with dumbfounded grief as the bare, exposed shaft of his prick began STRETCHING, burning and engorging itself with his donkey blood. Darren got down beside him to see the show, as well. After all, if he wanted his former buddy to hump his jennies senseless, he had to ensure he had the right “tools” for the job.
While the donkey-mentality in the depths of Anthony’s mind was celebrating with pleasure and excitement, Anthony began braying uncontrollably in horror and pain as his shaft quickly gained girth and expanded, becoming as hard as stone and grinding and rubbing against the folds of its fleshy home. His cock became so thick and hard that Anthony became worried that it would tear and literally burst out of his sheath. Just when his cock skin reached its breaking limit, though, his grotesque dong began to lengthen dramatically, remaining completely hard and rigid the entire time. Smelling like a horny animal dick the entire time. Darren could only gaze in wonder as he saw his friend’s skin-free dick shaft turn darker and darker as it extended to twelve inches, sixteen inches, and just kept growing. The inner folds of his sheath folded back and created a classic medial ring on his weighty cock, which twitched and jumped with every beat of Anthony’s panicked heart yet remained strained and hard, ready to fuck. Finally, the head of Anthony’s cock ballooned out in a disturbing fashion, gaining the appearance of a plunger as it trumpeted and bloomed into a perfect device for pleasuring female donkeys in heat. Although Anthony was hardly more than a simple beast by this point, Darren still couldn’t help but admire the raw power and pure energy circulating through his nonhuman rod. Nervously, while Anthony was busy braying at the evening sky over his perverted fate, Darren reached out and touched it.