“MAAADDYYYY! Don’t laugh at MEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW!” Giselle pleaded to her friend. Her heels began reforming in her boots, her feet desperately trying to escape as they grew and beginning to hurt more with every second. The pain was too much for the teen to bare and she had to sit on her widening ass to unstrap the boots, kicking them off. She could see something was very wrong with her legs, even through her black and white striped tights which soon tore. Beneath her black, frilled skirt a tail slipped out, growing just above her burgeoning bottom. She looked behind her lifted her tail with her hand, staring at it. "What's HAAAWpening to MEEE?" she asked again, "I'm becoming a HAAAWse?"
" No, you become what you really are inside. You already were a dumbass, now you are going to be a real ass!" Gwen teased.
Trying to stand back up was an effort for Giselle but she managed to, only to find that her thighs had moved up to hug her belly. Her lengthened heels and feet held her up but she could only slouch forward, she was now standing on the tips of her merged toes, the nails had formed into thick hooves.
The button to Giselle's black micro-skirt popped free and the garment slipped down her legs. She stood there awkwardly for a moment looking down at her pink Hello Kitty panties, for some reason her embarrassment at being seen in them briefly overrode her humiliation of slowly changing into a donkey. She stared up to see Gwen snigger at her expense, as expected. Tears welled in her eyes and she pouted like a small child.
"I'm sorrHEEE! PleHEEEase m-mHEE back!" the distraught teen cried. Every second that passed, it seemed to become harder for her to make any noise other than the honking and hollering of a donkey.
Gwen raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me what you are first."
"I'm..." Giselle bit her fattening lips, she was certain she knew what Gwen wanted to hear but saying it out loud felt like an admission and yet if she said anything else Gwen would no doubt punish her further. She had to say it.
"I'm an ass! A stupid ass!" she cried. The words seemingly tipping her over the edge and she fell forwards, unable to maintain her balance, and landing on her fingernails with a loud clop. She could see they too were now hooves.
"If you insist!"
"But you... I..." Giselle was struck with new waves of panic as her hopes of mercy were dashed. "No, I'm a huHAAAAAWW, I'm a HOOOO HAAA HOOO HAAA!"
The strings of Giselle’s corset gave way with a series of snaps and it fell to the ground. It was useless to her now anyway. Her body continued bloating until she perfectly resembled a donkey from the head down but she could feel that it wouldn’t last long. She began kicking and bucking in protest, trying to stand back up on her non-existant human feet, as if it would somehow prove she was still human.
“I could watch this all day,” Gwen smiled, which gave Madison an idea that ought to please her mistress. Pulling Giselle’s flip phone from her discarded purse, the bitch began to take photos of her former friends last moments of humanity.
“NOOO NAAAAWW! HEEEHAAAW! HEEEHAAAW! HEEEHAAAW!” the donkey girl screeched her last human word, everything that came after was unintelligible honking, the loss of power she felt at losing her voice - her very ability to protest, was staggering. She didn't want pictures of her in such state spread around the college but now she couldn't even express that!
As if to rub salt in the still open wound, Giselle felt her teeth begin enlarging and re-positioning inside her mouth, stretching her jaw out slightly and pushing her black coloured lips out, the colour looking much more natural than it had moments ago. With each new picture she felt painfully aware of how goofy her face was looking. She ran her tongue over her new teeth and even it felt longer and stranger inside her mouth, mourning the loss of her pretty pert lips and angelic voice.
In a matter of moments, Giselle’s mouth pushed out into a long donkey muzzle. As if to signify that her change from woman to beast was complete, the jenny that had been Giselle felt her unfamiliar intestines rumble uncontrollably, she tried to pucker her anus tightly closed to prevent what she knew was coming but it was too late. She had to lift her tail and manure began to fall to the floor, and very embarrassingly, emptying her bowels and bladder all over her tattered clothes and boots, the last remnants of her old life, much to the amusement of the girls watching. The jenny sniffed mournfully at her messy boots that had started all this. Gwen had won, she’d never wear such pretty clothes, or any clothes, again!