"What's that?" asked Derrick nervously.
He almost gasped as she moved behind him and reached around to the center of his chest.
"I can't tell you unless you hold your arms here for me, " she said as she moved his hands through the straps over his shoulders so that they balanced on the tops of his shoulders. "That's it."
Derrick felt his arms lift up and could tell that they were stuck in the harness.
"They won't move, " he whispered.
"That's right, " she said as she moved around to the front of Derrick and pulled on his shoulders, forcing him to bend over slightly. "Now, I need you to stand here and wait for me."
Derrick looked up at her.
"Hold still," she said. "I won't be long."
Derrick had no idea where she was going, or what she was going to do. All he could do was wonder as he stood, almost naked and in bondage, in the middle of the tall barn as sunlight came through the windows and lit the barn with shadows.
It wasn't long before the girl returned. She was carrying a small copper pot and a bowl full of green-brown material that Derrick recognized as feed.
"What's that?" he asked as he watched the girl approach.
"Oh, this is just a spot o' something special the man told me to make for you," she said as she gently put the pot down on the floor next to Derrick and opened the bowl to pour off the contents. The smell of the feed filled the barn, a mixture of grass, straw and grain. Derrick noted that it was also mixed with some sort of herbs. As the girl finished empting the bowl she turned to Derrick and gently but firmly began rubbing the feed on Derrick's chest and belly.
"Now this is important, " she said as she worked the mixture over Derrick's upper body. "This is going to make you feel special, but it will make you hungry, so you gotta be hungry for food when I get done."
"Uh, can you hold on a minute?" Derrick felt a little weird as the girl rubbed the mixture all over his body, then she moved around behind him and started working it into his back.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she worked the feed gently over his stomach. Derrick could feel her arms wrap around him as she worked the mixture over his sides and bottom.
"It... uh... it's warm," said Derrick as his nose caught a whiff of the feed. "And it kind of smells good."
"Well, that's kinda the idea, " she said as the girl rubbed the mixture over his shoulders. Derrick felt his arms and shoulders relax as she rubbed the mixture into him. It had some kind of pungent aroma, but it was offset by the smells of hay and something Derrick could only guess was horse. As the girl rubbed the feed into his neck and face, Derrick leaned forward, allowing her to rub some of the mixture into his back.
"Wait, " he said softly.
"What?" she asked as she worked the mixture into Derrick's legs and feet.
"It's nice," Derrick said. "It's really, uh... pleasant and... um... warm."
"That's great!" the girl said as she rubbed the final bits of feed into Derrick's backside, pressing him toward the ground, her arms pressing his body into the soft leather of the harness.
"Now don't worry," she said when she was done. "This is going to make you feel amazing."
With that, she got up and went to the pot of feed and dipped her hand in, scooping up a handful. She wiped her hand on her shirt, then turned and approached Derrick. Derrick felt the jolt of leather tighten over his shoulder as her hands wrapped around his head and began rubbing the feed into his face and hair.
"Hold still," she said as she scrubbed Derrick's face and neck.
Ah," Derrick said as he felt the warmth and tingle of the feed in his hair and began licking his lips. He closed his eyes and, almost without thinking, began enjoying the feel of the girl massaging his scalp.
"Open up," the girl said as she moved around in front of Derrick and opened his mouth. Derrick felt the warm and slightly chunky feed brush over his tongue. It had an odd taste and texture, but his sense of smell captured the mixture in an almost magical way. He took a deep breath and, almost without thinking, opened his mouth and allowed the girl to spoon the feed into his mouth, rubbing more on his lips and tongue.
"Use your tongue," she said as she saw Derrick close his mouth. "It tastes great."
Derrick ignored the girl and closed his lips, allowing her to scoop some more of the feed onto his tongue.
"Use your tongue, " she said as she put some of the mixture on her finger and held it in front of Derrick's lips. Derrick opened up and began licking the feed off her finger.
"That's better," she said as she swallowed what was in her mouth. "Now come on, lick it all off."
Derrick held his mouth open as the girl scooped more of the feed onto her finger and again smeared it over Derrick's lips and tongue. Derrick licked the feed off her finger and licked his lips.
"How does it taste?" she asked.
"Hee Haw!" is the only thing Derrick could say.
"Oh, yes you do!" giggled the girl. "You'll definitely make a good donkey!"
"Hee Haw!" repeated Derrick.
The girl fed Derrick another finger full of the feed before picking up the pot and holding it against his mouth. Derrick took a deep breath and lapped at the growing puddle of feed with his tongue. He swallowed as he licked and slurped the feed up as quickly as he could.
"That's it, that's it!" said the girl, pressing the pot against Derrick's lips to force him to open his mouth wide. Derrick began licking harder and faster. He could taste the hay, the grain and the wine in the mixture, but more than that he could taste the mixture of herbs and roots the girl had added. Derrick took the pot in his mouth and began sucking, desperately trying to get every last drop.
"You're making a mess of your face," she said as she fed him more. Derrick could feel his tongue filling out and his jaws stretching as his cheeks bulged and his body began preparing to accept food.
"Come on, " she said. "Open up as wide as you can!"
Derrick began licking harder and faster as the girl fed him more and more. He could feel his mouth and lips growing bigger, thicker. He stopped thinking about how he was supposed to look or feel, and instead just went with the flow.
"That's it, you're doing great," said the girl as she fed him more. "You're a very good little donkey."
Derrick could feel his cheeks bulging as he licked and smeared the feed around in his mouth. He could feel his lips and mouth filling out, and could feel a weird tingle in his head.
"Some more?" she asked.
Derrick opened wider, feeling his jaws start to ache from the strain. He couldn't understand why such a small mouth would have such a hard time opening wide.
"You're almost there," she said. "I know you're ready. Here's some more."
Derrick felt the girl deposit more feed on his tongue. Derrick began rolling it around in his mouth, savoring the flavors, the texture, the aroma.
"That's good, isn't it?" she asked as she pushed the pot against his teeth.
Derrick opened his mouth and let the girl pour the share of feed into his mouth. He could feel his cheeks bulging, his toes starting to get numb and feel funny. Derrick began to wonder how he was ever going to eat anything else, how he was ever going to chew with such a big mouth, with cheeks like this. He felt his tongue beginning to get stiff, felt his nose grow into his mouth, and when he tried to breathe in he had to let out a single long and loud snort.
"There you go," the girl cooed as Derrick felt a strange sensation in his nose. "Get your nose up in there."
Derrick felt his nose growing deeper into his mouth. He let out another snort and his nostrils flared. The girl sat him up on his hind legs, then dropped him back down on his front knees and elbows. She moved around behind him and knelt down, her shoulder pressing against his now broad shoulders and her face next to his face. Derrick could feel his jaw start to ache and realized he'd been making more noises than he had thought. The girl went back to scrubbing his hair and face with the feed, rubbing it into his ears, ears and even toward the base of his tail.
"I think you've had enough for now," she said, standing up. "I'll come back for you in a couple hours, alright?"
"Hee Haw!" said Derrick.
"That's right," she said as Derrick watched with amazement as she walked away. "You'll be a very good donkey."