A broad wave of her hand and Circe caused Monica to become stiff like a statue.
"What... is this did you do to me," Monica wanted to ask but she could not move.
"Damon, your boyfriend, he has decided to remain here with me as my personal pet and toy platmate. He was very willing to become for me as a real stud, but you knew of his stout ability, already!
Let me see, as first you need to be rid of your clothing, and that goes by becoming as a gray dust upon the ground; how nice.
You look as if surprised, well dear, we have just begun what for anyoe is their greatest experience, that of being transfomed. Your friend, he thought of himself as if he were a Jackass, and I appreciate those who know they were born into the wrong species.
Oh, do you hear him, he is braying his thoughts, feeling horny, and my handmiadens are as I speak, they are stroking his, ah what is the slang word, oh his cock!
As by the sound of his braying, he is about to spew his last climax as a human and first of many from becoming a stud donkey. What he needs desperately is a female of his species, a jennet donkey, and that is where you happened to come after him into my clutches.
You being naked, well almost, you never shaved down there," Circe pointing her index finger of her right hand. "As there seems to be a good place to begin," Circe says as she fanned her left hand and right hand to flicker the curly hairs what uncurled, and became as coarse to the touch fur. "I want your skin to change of its hue, to become as a charcoal black, and gray fur to sprout, growing in a wave until it covers you from head to your soon new hoofs.
Trust me, even though as you change and feel fear, when you friend stands mounted and his cock thrusting, you will want to thank me, but by then you won't be able to speak, but you could then bray!"
Monica was horrified, she liked Damon, but if asked, she would not wish to be his jennet don key mate!