Now after we had enjoyed some more learning of how she felt her blessed female self stretched to new limits, her groaning caused me to change, more, and more.
Lily was expecting her mother home soon, but was so enthralled with how tight and neat it felt to have a donkey dong up and inside her hot body, she kept making me feel more like an Ass, by moaning and groaning, saying how she hurt when I would make a harsh thrust.
First my maleness changed, becoming longer, thicker, and extremely sensual to me and Lily.
Then as she moaned my ear began to lengthen, growing longer, stretching my skull as they moved ever higher upon it.
I winced from pain as with her load groan my skull reformed into the full form of one who would be born as a donkey. I had then thicker lips, large teeth, a huge jaw, broadened nostrils, and my eyes and eyesight turned totally nearsighted.
Then she moaned, complaining of my girth was making her hurt.
Like a forest of sprouting trees, my skin turned black, becoming a thick and weathered hide of an animal. Then like a wave covering the sandy beach, a mass of sprouting hairs sprang from the black hide, covering me head to toes in dark brown and coarse fur, a black mane, and a belly coated in light tan colored fur.
I would have begged she stop and we part our evil ways but she wanted more, being instable of need for her sensual pleasures.
I tried to pull away, to yank myself out of her gateway to hell, but she lunged toward me, making the donkey of me orgasm, surging a flood of semen pouring into her, making my loving girlfriend curse at me, less she might become pregnant.
Her words cut into my very soul, causing me much agony as the one thing that separates men for the animal world, then tore itself out and over my expanding donkey butt. Indeed, I grew then my tail, a long roped thing that slithered and dragged itself across my furry butt, scraping with coarse hairs across what on me was tender.
A screaming bray tore out my open mouth, telling Lily she had about finished her boyfriend, making an Ass of him, and he feeling it as it happened.
I pulled then out of her, my worn shaft hung down like some tire Python. It swayed as I walked, still uprightly, but in anger and anguish, horrified for when her mother would come home.
Lily was having her witchery fun, I was but her pawn in the game between her and mom.
She did her best to work the donkey curse to its proper and final end, she grumbling to me that her neck hurt, her back, and worse I had stretched her beyond what any woman would ever want her sensual spot stretched.
Yelling and screaming at me did the rest, as toes became hoofs, fingers following the toes, and arms became as did legs and I had four of them, falling forward I was an Ass of one fool donkey!