Circe had a plan what she had worked many times before, and to the lusty detriment of many a man changed to being an animal. Circe was a witch and she loved her having magical powers. She was a woman, but loved animals, and especially male animals. Her more than male animals, the ones still gifted with human mentalities, human intellect; they who still knew they were men before she had transformed them to being some animal form, she liked to gift them a fling with her.
Circe held a hatred for men and preferred for her lovers to make love, be sexy, they needed either fur or bristles to tickle her sensual fancies.
A recent sailor of a one man boat that blew her way from the winds of a storm met his fate when he met Circe. As she recalled his pleaded cries, she smiled. "Brian," Circe said his name aloud. As did Brian hear her sweet sounding voice and he nearly screamed his oinking response.
As Circe peered out a stables window she saw below the form of a young man as 3/4th changed, he would make a fine big boar hog. She smiled down at an obviously distressed Brian, she remembering with a fondness the night her guards escorted a naked, bristly pelt human male, it walking with a need to waddle due to the enlarged size of his piggish scrotum.
She smiled from her fond memories of how nice Brain felt as she petted his bristle-covered body. Circe relished the length and cork-screw contour of a boar penis. She let Brian crawl to where he laid missionary style over her silken skin body. He moaned as she stroked the enhanced sensuality of his having by then the genitals of a bristly male hog. His sheath and boar penis dribbled pre-cum as he thought about when he would penetrate the pretty pink lips of a woman's sex.
"You do remember when I said for you to come and enter my body," Circe said as she taunted her more recent lover. As Brian heard Circe and from his memories of her sleek body held snug to his gruff, as bristle thick pelt covering him from head to hing hooves, he could but oink a loud reply.
"Oh Brian, your fourteen inches of male meat felt wonderful during that night. I shiver still from the sensations, and loved it when with your third orgasm, you tried to virtually seal my vagina with your waxy-paste after-cum. It might have worked to your advantage, as the process shall when mating with the swine sows you soon shall meet.
My dressing maids needed to use a bottle brush to break a hole through your sealer paste. Know too that brush hurt me, but your two hours of glorious sex was worth the discomfort of my need to clean my vagina from your sticky semen!"
Brain raised up his forelegs and cloven trotters to hunch over the top of his swine pen fence, as he oinked a sad sounding plea what fell dead without reaching the ears of the witch.
A screamed loud bray turned the attention of Circe to her smiling as Damon finished his second donkey jennet conquest of his second day being a horny donkey Jack male. Damon noticed the perfumed scent of Circe being near to him. He stood with his cock sunk to the medial ring still inside the stiffly aroused jennet donkey he had mated.
This is but your second day and you have bred two donkeys. I did so appreciate your tender as so long and deep you plunged inside of me when he enjoyed your one night of sex with me. I like to test my cum-animals first, as when a man is partially transformed, he is sexually horny, and willing to do anything asked of him. Ha, you rutted me for more than an hour and darn it, stretched my cunt until it ached.
I felt sore this morning but after a warm bath and the long tongue of a horny teenager satyr, my pussy is nicely cleaned from your warming yellow semen.
Stables Groomsman, yes you, I want this new donkey stud to breed with each of our jennet donkeys, and insist he mate with each seven times to assure their being impregnated!
How is that Damon, you have now a quota!
Let me figure this for you, twenty-eight jennet donkeys to mate and breed with seven times each; totals to one hundred and ninety-six breeding sessions. As after that much practice, your cock will mature and grow of length and girth to be equal the cock of a Percheron stallion. You do well in my stables and if given good marks by the Groomsman, I might grow you to being a Percheron stallion!"
The thrilling offer was well received by Damon, he being a devote realist, knew that his physical self and fated future were solely in the hands of Circe. After a wildly wondrous night of having had sex with Circe, to awaken being then all the way transformed to being a male donkey, Damon tried to look ahead to living a sensually fun life of eating, sleeping and enjoying rough sex!