He looked like some kind of girl boy, or as his bully would call him, a sissy but with donkey attachments. Looking back in the mirror, Micheal could admit that he was really cute, but he had to turn back to normal so he picked up the magic book and started looking though it for a spell that would help him. His donkey dick had other plans as it peeked out of its sheath and it started to grow erect. Apparently his dick thought that he was sexy, and it tried to distract him by whispering to him how good it was to masturbate.
No, Micheal had to turn back to normal, he looked through the almost endless pages of the tome, but his thoughts turned to fuckable asses and fat drooling cocks. The strong hormones from his mutated genitals tore his mind from searching for the spell that would fix him. He stood there with the spell book in his hands but his mind in the clouds. Donkey dick grew back to its full 18 inches, and cantaloupe sized balls (6 inches in diameter) churned with baby batter.
Ass fucking, big fat cock, pumping into fat ass, and soft lips. All kinds of sexual visions flew in and out of Michael’s head. His cock exposed to warm air twitched and leaked precum, and his ass clenched in waves. All the sexual fantasies, and hormones were too much for him, and his lower body pumped the white stuff from his hanging balls out of his black animal dick. A hands free orgasm just from the surge of hormones was what Michael just experienced. The white goo spurted in hot waves in weak arcs coating his once clean equine dong dirty white. The carpeted floor was also desecrated again with seed, adding to the mess in his room.
“What just happened?” Michael asked aloud as he came back to his senses. He was lost in his dream fuck world and only came out of it when his orgasm had ended. “Ah nut juice, I just showed. It’s like the magic doesn’t want me to turn back.”
Michael wiped his softening cock off with his towel. He needed more information on how to turn back and break the spell on him that gave him those depraved visions. He was sure that the magic had cursed him because he felt horny only after he looked through the book.
A ring from his phone reminded him that he needed to clean up his room before his mom came back from work. He sighed one problem at a time: clean up his stinking room, fix himself, then get revenge on his school bully.
The flat chested dickgirl or fat assed sissy or even just boy took a deep breath ready to work. “Cough!” The air still reeked like a barn. Michael had a hell of a time ahead of him.