Jeff awoke the next morning to a rooster's crow. Downstairs he could smell a home cooked breakfast in the works. Jeff stumbled into the bathroom and washed his face. He was relieved to find no more unexpected changes had occurred. He decided against the look he's given himself last night and used the electric razor the farmer had left for him to give himself a buzz cut. He evened out the sideburns that ran the length of his face and lopped off the badly carved goatee. Aside from the sideburns, he was now cleanshaven and clean cut. His boyish features were still existent under the masculinity he's attached to himself days ago. He put on the clothes they had left for him and walked downstairs.
Jeff had hoped to awake early that morning and look around but fatigue had gotten the better of him. He decided he'd get a sufficient tour when the farmer dealt out his duties and he could look around later. For now he went down to breakfast. The old woman welcomed him with a huge feast.
"Did you sleep alright?" the still unidentified woman asked.
"Oh yes, ummm, uh, ma'am," Jeff replied.
"I'm sorry, my manners escaped me. My name's Beatrice, you can call me Bea." the woman said. "And what should we call you?"
Jeff almost said "Jeff" but decided against it. This could have been Illusia's trickery or a trap. He knew she couldn't recognize him but the name would be a dead giveaway.
"People call me Favor." Jeff replied, "after my grandaddy. He was a great man."
"My Walt isn't to bad either," Bea replied, referring to her husband, "He's outside waiting for you when you're done."
Jeff finished eating, thanked Bea and headed outside.
He found Walt feeding and watering the billy goats.
"Morning Walt" Jeff said.
"Morning," Walt replied.
"Oh sorry, my name's Favor,hadn't mentioned that before," Jeff added.
"Well i'm glad to have you," Walt said with a hint of depression in his voice, "Bea an I have just been so shorthanded lately."
"Glad to help," Jeff said, "What's my first chore for the day?"
"Well, i'm just about done feeding the goats." Walt said, "I don't know why I keep them around. We had some nanny goats but the market for them went up and we had to sell to keep the farm runnin'. Now all we have are these two males. They're pretty worthless, actually. Sometimes I wish I could take them to auction and trade them for a farmhand or two. Better yet, I wish I could trade them for somebody to carry on my farm when Bea and I pass. We never had any luck havin' kids of our own."
Jeff examined the two goats. They looked, as Walt mentioned, worthless. One was jet black, head to tow and the other a sort of sandy blonde color. Jeff's mind started formulating another plan to gather more followers but his priority remained. He'd follow through with this later.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to spill my guts on you," Walt said. "Let me get back to showing you around the farm."
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Jeff learned the trades of the farm and where everything was. When they had reached the barn where the asses were kept, he realized instantly which three were his friends. There were, afterall only three males.
After dinner, Walt and Bea went into town. They had offered to take Jeff but he declined, playing the, i'm a little wore out card. After he was sure they were gone we went out to see his friends. He opened his mind to their own.
"John, Seth, Walker, it's me, Jeff" Jeff said.
The donkeys came to life at once, they lacked the ability to communicate but it was obvious they understood.
"I can't change you back just yet, guys," Jeff continued, "soon, though, very soon. I want to get back at that witch that did this but first I need to help these people, I need them on my side. You guys can help. I need you to have sex with all the jennies. If you can get them pregnant it will end in in a benefit for all. After you get them pregnant, I will change you back. Until then, we must lie low."
Just then it hit him, Jeff could help. He concentrated on his dick. At first nothing happened but then a wave of pleasure passed over him. His dick turned black and a sheath formed into which it hid itself. The smell of the jennies wafted over to him and his new member got hard. He couldn't stop himself as he rushed over to the nearest one and thrusted. After his sixth Jenny he restored his slightly over sized human penis.
Jeff left his friends to their long night of sex and went back to his room just in time to hear the couple return. Tomorrow he'd make more steps to help the couple, but for now, rest was good.