"Boy-Friend?" He now has his face mostly changed, becoming definitely similar to what is a donkey face, head, and a lengthening neck. You lovingly reach our a hand a caress his furry face, the sensation of touching a changing individual is enough for your own body to find solace in the idea of joining him in his animal future.
"Come now, get off your ass, ah butt, and let us make a break for it!" You say to him, urging him to think and act as are you to save your humanity and run.
Boy-friend clamors off the barstool his legs having accepted the changes, he has hocks in place of heels and elongated feet ending in brown hoofs. Standing then on unaccustomed hoofs and legs not built for stance in a fully upright manner, he is hunched forward some and his eyes tell all of what he feels and realizing, knows is his fate.
You take a couple of steps but buddy boy-friend takes a half stride as his lower half feels the drastic changes, belt bursting apart, jeans popping open at the snap, and they fall down to puddle about his hind hoofs.
Wide eyed in surprise as much in feeling the horror and embarrassment of that moment in time, Buddy stands there transfixed and unable to move. He is looking at you with as helpless and hapless an expression as a donkified face can make happen. His anguish felt and all hope lost, he cannot deny his male gender, as big baseball size of testicles snug tight in his deepening groin and a sheath protrudes as a well holding something massive and purely sexually arousing for male and his female.
You look at him, this was the man who took from you your own virginity, and becoming a donkey stud, if you offered and he did it, his shaft would swipe clean you wish to be a human. It is as you eye his definitely animal form that the flat ended head of his black male shaft peeks out into the light there by the bar.
"No, by all that is holy, No!" You yell, disgusted by what he is doing, knowing what he loves to be feeling, you must leave or from seeing his male shaft in full donkey glory your will shall melt and with it, you know the want to feel him buried deep will follow.
His gripping hand will not let go, he wishes to go with you but, as much feels the urgent need to mate as would a donkey with his jennet.
"Let...go of me!" You then scream, as all around you there by the bar, turn and some smiling at your predicament, some laughing, those behind the bar find his changing as if money in their pockets.
Anxiety is too much for your Buddy-boy, his half erect male shaft hangs meaty but limp, as the whole of his change and new feels makes holding back the flow out his bladder as something erroneous of any concern. The sudden on-rush of a hefty stream of acrid smelling urine dribbles first and then in a mighty stream comes roaring out his shaft and splatters everywhere.
If a donkey could act or show embarrassment, Buddy does! His shaft increases in length to fully two feet and more, still limp, but letting flow what seems as if a gallon of stench onto the bar room floor.
Acrid is the smell that you turn away and running for the front door of that dastardly bar, the stink of his donkey urine corresponds to a well' remembered incident where when out riding and standing by the horses, a mare cut loose and did urinate, filling the cowboy boot of Buddy to the brim.
Considering all, Buddy is just another poor unimaginative fool left to learn the ways of donkeys, a transformee, if ever their was someone worthy!
You feel the need to run, and run past the two bouncers at the front door, you dart outside and into the crowds, mixing with them and trying to work your way toward the ferry landing and go for home.