Carefully, and Jeff reached both of his hands to gingerly raise the computer screen and restart what had gone to hibernate mode. A murky, semen coated monitor read then, "Sorry! There is no corresponding user information."
"Damn, that was the same denial as what I get when logging onto C.Y.O.C. and yet I am registered...," muttered a dissatisfied Jeffery, as capable then to think in English, while not able to enunciate words past thick fuzzy lips. "No, no, no, as of now what?
A blinking monitor read of more information, as Jeff gawked, "Equine, Equus-asinus, male, anthropic, enhanced weight variance: 145lbs, 3 month duration - colt. Deferred safe mode 90/365 days, or first breeding session."
"Ninety days to the first breeding session," Jeff brayed aloud!
At that, Jeff tried to type and change the safe-mode parameters deferred by the semen soaked keyboard. However, the puddle of his dense semen had broadened after the screen lid fell closed; compressing the semen to fouling most all the keys, leaving some as continuously pressed. Feeling betrayed, Jeff saw next the screen flashing a list of 10 choice slots reappear, requesting options. Jeff had previously chosen each according to his preferences, as he became angered, and started grabbing to unplug the transforming scanner device, thinking he should examined it.
Just then the monitor screen read in red letters, offered 12 bodily physical options, offering again of species change, height, weight, hair/fur color, tail, horns, hoofs/paws, 2/4 legs, percent of body hair, genitalia, gender, and thickness and miscellaneous settings. Near the bottom of the screen he noted 4 other buttons, off/on, Undo, Save, and Re-Program.
"No, no, no, I already made my choices," Jeff silently grumbled.
As Jeff touched the mouse he saw the screen flash and deleted the previous choices, showing in yellow letters the words, "Random Program."
"No, no, this is getting worse, not better," Jeff remarking mentally.
He was partially different, and still could not believe that such a small device had the capability to scan, transform, and make a person become as is an animal. Merrily, Jeff had decided it would be fun to try the program and he become an Anthropic donkey Jack. The program animated a suggested picture of an anthro-donkey, that he chose; as selected the donkey package, and remembered the fatal question, which asked of for how long the preferred duration while in the chosen form; the minimum amount of time was 24 hours. Worse were the other selectable time durations, those being 7 Days, 30 Days, a Year, 10 Years, or Permanent.
Rule 17, invoked the time duration reset, 30/365, variation according to subject mating, the physical joining, as masturbating is not accounted the same. Time begins at 30 days to a reset at 365 days as without breeding, shall rest again to the next level of duration.
"What the...," Jeff mumbled a bray, reading and thinking, as if he did not mate within a month, he then would remain a donkey-human for a full year. As of what then and for how long could his abomination-situation last?
What then will it last before something caused his turning you back to human again?
Feelings abound as Jeff noted and dropped the life changing devise, as he backed from his desk, the computer and his device, became then scared. He stood already on having hoofs, fetlock joints, hind hocks, and thighs broadening; as had his genitals transitioned.
"Oh damn but I feel again a surge, as looking at my skin feels like new or more billions of needles are prickling me from above the waist and up. My scrotum aches, as is it swelling bigger, the level of testosterone is increasing, my penis hangs bloated but not stiff !
What have I done, as Hell on earth, why did I begin this?
Now all my skin is changing, becoming as a charcoal gray/black hue, and fur is sprouting, dark brown and white along my belly and chest. It feels so soft, not at all coarse feeling like what is a mature donkey. Something more is going wrong, I can sense it!"
As then the device began to buzz, while radiating in all directions its transforming rays. Seeking a live body, the device soon noted Jeff, as aiming, directed the power waves to envelope a nervous victim of technology. Excited, and Jeff began stroking his fuzzy hands along the greater length of his donkey torso, as he stimulated then his donkey colt penis rising as erect.
"Oh no, not again," Jeff felt an urge, as thought to ejaculating another load. What did spew, shot forth a liquid stream of orange to dark yellow urine, deflating a full bladder; he let go of his long cock to react as would a loose fire hose.
Differing of directions, the fates helped make matters worse, Jeff drenching his computer with yet a watery cleaning of the keyboard.
"What next," Jeff thought butt did not bray!
He felt a nervous twitch building along his lower spine, a shivered wave of imposed changes were recasting of vertebrae to enlarge as donkey size, furthering the amount of how his bodily transitions.