Damon laughed at the thought of his brother turning into a donkey. If Damon has to be miserable because of his fickle girlfriend and his abusive family, he might as well give credit is due, or so he thought. He thought again about how his other brother Brendan wouldn't do anything to help him, always deferring to Aaron, joining in with whatever Aaron wanted to do, worried about getting punished by Aaron, and even doing Aaron's chores for him, and generally just following Aaron around like some kind of loyal pet. That's it!
"Genie, I also wish to turn my other step-brother Aaron into a dog."
"As you wish, master."
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The front door to the farmhouse swung open and a frantic young man ran in.
"HELP! HELP! It's Aaron! He turned into a DONKEY! Dad?"
Oh, right. Brendan's father had to meet that potential buyer at four o'clock. He would probably be miles down the road by now. And his step-mother, of course, was hardly ever around even when he was younger. Brendan couldn't imagine what he and Aaron would do if somebody actually bought the ranch one day, but right now Brendan was wondering what if they can't change Aaron back from a donkey. He'd be so mad! He'd probably kick one of them in the chest and shatter their ribs. He had to get help!
"Maybe I can ride one of the horses down to Miss Carlile's farm and get a ride to catch up with Dad. Damn, why will he still not let us get cell phones? Wait a minute--what's happening now?"
Brendan felt very odd all of a sudden. Right now it was mostly in his nether regions. Something just wasn't right down there. He was going to have to pop in the bathroom and check on himself before he went anywhere. Tearing down his pants, he didn't see his penis, at least not his usual one. Instead, there was a pointy, black-furred sheath that was largely fused with his groin. Growing up on the ranch, Brendan knew exactly what he was looking at. He seen one of these every day under about half of the working dogs out back.
"Oh, no, oh, no, I'm changing too! What are we gonna do?"
Brendan felt his ears flatten against his head, which freaked him out even more. Reaching up with both hands to feel them, he was stunned at the big, broad, pointy triangles he was now sporting. Seeing them in the mirror was even more disturbing, because he could see the brown fuzz inside them and the short black fur on the outside. This couldn't be happening! His brother couldn't be a donkey, and he couldn't be turning into a dog! Could he?
Groaning suddenly, Brendan gripped onto the sink and leaned forward, feeling a bloated, uncomfortable swelling feeling above his butt. Eventually it subsided, and he could feel something moving around back there! He could even catch brief glimpses of it poking out left and ride from behind either side of his reflection. Dazed, he spun around in circles trying to get a better look at it. He gasped when he caught it in his hands, and he just held it with both hands to stare at it. "T-t-ta-tail?" he stuttered out loud, dizzied by the fact that the long, bushy appendage he was holding was truly his own. It was covered all the way to the tip in blue-gray fur, with ashy black speckles throughout. It looked just like the kind one of the cattle dogs might have! As beautiful as the fur was, he wasn't looking forward to sprouting any more of it.
Looking back down at his new sheath again, he took one hand off the tail and traced its index finger across the new flesh, surprised to see and feel the new claw at the tip of it digging into his sheath fur. He felt something stir inside him, and a pinkish purple bullet-shaped tip started poking up out of the end. Brendan completely let go of himself and scuttled backwards at the realization that he actually had a dog's penis now! But it was the sight that even his toes had claws now that sent him up and out of the bathroom and into a run.
"HELP! SOMEBODY ANYBODY! DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO US! HEEELLP!!"