Melina's arms had grown and now seemed awkward and gangly. They weren’t meant for lifting only carrying like the beast of burden she was turning into. Her bras clasp snapped so when she fell onto her new fore legs the now-empty bra fell with them. Her rear was in the air now and her anus and vagina shifted making her ready to be mounted by a well-endowed jack.
She was finished now, a complete donkey with the memories of a woman but the instincts of an ass. Something tied Melina the donkeys hind legs together and it confused and distressed her. She bucked and brayed trying to free herself, eventually succeeding in releasing her legs from the white cotton panties that held them and then she relaxed. Melina’s stomach rumbled, she spied some grass and trotted to it and started to graze.
“Melina!” Karen shouted.
"And now, who's next?" asked Gwen threateningly.