Chad froze in mid turn. A voice said, "Fine ass," admiringly, he added for clarification, "You have a fine ass, and will make a fine was too." The a leather gloved hand swatted his was really hard.
There was this old guy in coveralls. He looked Chad up and down. Then he started feeling Chad's body. Chad wanted to punch the guy as soon as he started squeezing Chad's calf then thigh, glutes, flank, forearm- but the guy called it a fetlock. He felt up Chad's chest, abs, back and shoulders, and then he better Chad's balls in his gloved hand as if weighing them, and chuckled.
"Most fellers tie that string around their necks, not their cocks," he remarked picking up the loose end of the string and leading Chad across the field house toward the fire exit at the back.
Chad hadn't been able to move now he couldn't help but be led. He should bolt, he should stop,he should speak.
As the old guy walked, he started to talk, "String isn't changing you into a donkey, the string makes you obedient, replaced your will with will of whoever holds the end of the string.
" No, you started becoming an ass last night. You drank Pleasure Island Punch and smoked those "Cuban Cigars", and did general debauchery. So when the sunsets tonight, your hands and feet will become hooves, and your ears will grow long. And those big old cock and balls of yours will grow quite a bit better. The animal trailer is full of feed. So while you will stay in the trailer when I let go you will be able to move inside, and eat. You need to put on seven or eight hundred pounds before your new owner's birthday party." Chad walked out of the field house and up the metal ramp into the trailer. The guy tugged on the string. Chad turned.
The man has been chewing on piece of hay the whole time he had been talking. Now he took that stalk of grass out of his mouth and jammed it down Chad's piss slit. He said, "There. That should help stimulate your cock and balls to grow even bigger. Now you are not to touch, your cock, balls, the string, or the straw. Now git in thar and et your feed," he said turning Chad back toward the inside of the trailer, and swatting his ads hard, "Grow big and strong, becuz'n tomorrow birthday boy is going to ride his new ass. And if you wanna keep your balls, not be gelded, then my young ass, you need to behave. If'n you lose them balls, you lose any chance of being hooman agin." Then he paused and added, "You think that tap on your butt hurt, wait until he brands you. Now that'll hurt, but that's also how most donkey boys lose their balls. No matter how it hurts don't buck, kick or misbehave, or you'll feel a might lighter between your legs." He slammed and locker the trailer ramp and door. Chad looked at the bags of grain in the trailer. His stomach rumbled. The truck started up. Chad stuck his head into the nearest bag and chomped on a mouthful of grain.
As he chewed, he wondered whether the man had let his speech get cruder to make Chad feel like he was transitioning from a man into beast, or if it was the fact that his ears were noticeably bigger and furrier. Maybe animals heard things differently?
Last night he had partied with his former football rival from crosstown. The guy lived in a mansion, butlers, stables and everything. He had shown Chad photos as they drank rum punch of the guy as a naked kid posing on a donkey's back.
He told Chad, "My grandfather insisted I pose exactly the same way on my birthday in my birthday suit until I was 8. Now if you can believe it the crazy old miser wants me to pose naked on a donkey's back for my birthday or he won't pay for college, and he will cut me out of the will to boot."
" You're going to need a bigger donkey, " tipsy Chad had remarked.
"Already thought of that. Special order, you know. My birthday is this weekend, I want you to be there."
" Donkey rides and birthday cake? Sure I'll be there, " Chad had said taking a deep drag on the cigar he was smoking. He wondered if there was more than tobacco in it.
Damn, this raw grain was really satisfying. He snorted as another thought occurred to him. He drank too much last night. He remembered being really horny. And the guy he was with was hot, and had all these meat toys. Chad couldn't remember what happened. He was afraid that he might have made an ass of himself last night, now it looked like that was just what he had done. His hands were on the floor of the trailer, and had already fused into hooves. He felt a fly on his butt cheek, so he swatted it with his tail. When had he grown that?
The trailer raced along the highway. Chad just ate and ate.