Sitting you can but look down at what is now your's to feel and from time to time, enjoy.
"Im a Were-Donkey?" you ask, in as much feel a sense of fear and some thrill as well.
"Call it a blessing for giving me a wonderful time!" says Miranda.
The black and somewhat furry shaeth houses a shaft of emense proportions. Just sitting there looking down at it, brings back real and the most sensual of memories.
"Thinking about out time together will make you change...!" says Miranda, her tone of voice suggesting she is making sport of your new and different self.
Seated yet, you lean back on dull feeling human hands. Your movement makes the sheath jiggle, and from this comes wave after thrilling wave of sexual sensations.
"Were-Donkey, I kind'a like the sound of that!" saying it does bring a pleasing sensation and with this comes on an erection bigger than your short memory can remember.
First the flat head and flared glands rise into the light. Inch by glorious inch of mottled pink, brown, and black skin shaft rises upward.
Being as seat on your rapidly growing and hairy big butt, the shaft slinks over like some massive Python slithering out of its hole in the ground.
Watching it inch across the ground you sense of sensual delight is increasing moment by minute. Soon the great cock is filling itself with blood. The shaft begins to raise up, coming up to hang in the air.
You moan feeling the sensation and loving every perverted minute.
Its building itself into a monster shaft, a true donkey cock ready to mount and mate as would as real born donkey Jack.
"My oh my, but you do enjoy it, yet given time it will not be your everyday sort of thrill." says Miranda reminding you of what will come, in time.
Now your giant donkey shaft stands up on its own, ached up and forward it is like you well remember from the night before.
Your mind is a blaze of sexual fantasy. You can think of nothing but sexual perverse desires and making a female accept your shaft into her lusty lips.
A scramble to your feet, standing up on tiptoes your gaining back hoofs and hind legs. The panic and desire to feel sexual pleasure, and the relsease of a flood, sends your body changing even more than last night.
"Careful, take it easy less you change all the way and from there must spend a full year as a donkey Jack. Do this, and your life as a Were-Donkey could become a real curse, or worse!" chides Miranda