Jon stood there looking at Terry, seeing how as he had changed his shirt tore apart at the seams, it falling to the ground from shaking arms changing rather violently to become as forelegs. Seeing this happening sickened Jon, he seemed to grasp at the idea this was some sort of a dream, and he a major player in a ruthless act.
"You there," Jon said, he not such he knew the real name of this young man lying there, changing into an animal, and acting rather calm about his situation.
Speaking did little, as if Jon was not there but as much a spirit himself.
All he could do was stand by and watch of how the changes racked the young body, making for what seemed should be quite painful; all the while wondering if something similar would happen to Jon. Angered from what he had heard said by that weirdly dressed, self proclaimed spirit, saying he or it was a Genie, and so nonchalantly notating what was to become of Terry, would as well happen then top others, maybe even to Jon.
Voices conversing, as if two people were coming along the winding trail through the woods, they not far from where laid Terry changing.
Shaking legs and Terry lay there his eyes opened by looking as if glazed and in a cold stare, he looking out into the woods. Jon thought to give some aid to the changing lad, he bending down, took hold to the pant legs, giving them a tug, the pants appeared to be acting like a strangulating thing.
As the slack moved and more of how Terry had changed appeared then as a naked donkey below his waistline, the changing donkey whirled around and with his massive teeth, did try to bite, or chomp at the helpful hands tugging free his stretched pants.
Frightened by the brash action, Jon jerked free the pants leaving the legs free of them but then allowing Terry to see he had then hind like legs of his changing donkey self. Jon walked away, taking a more hidden stance, he continued to be of interest, watching as Terry saw himself completed in changing, stood up on all fours as he tried to gather his bearings.
"Hee..., Hee-haw," the first of possibly a lifetime of braying cries came out the gaped mouth of then Terry realizing fully that he had become a donkey.
Terry took a half step, stretching his donkified self in a elongation of his animalistic body. He stood there motionless, as if thinking or gaining more realization of what and how he had changed. A snort out his nostrils and the shaking of his head, Jon watching saw the donkey becoming sensually aroused.
As had others seeing then a donkey that day standing and feeling a case of personal arousal, the dropping of a donkey cock from out the sheath held both the watchers and the donkey "Jack" in awe of what hung, inflated, and began to wag showing a remarked ability in libido.
From out of the heavier wooded area that began near to Terry and continued downhill, coming to an abrupt end where the trees met a small lake, two students walked together, side by side, each seemed elated to want for touching of the other in a host of inappropriate ways.
Two gay acting friends spotted the donkey standing there, Terry having heard the voices, did walk away from all his torn clothing, he stood with his crudely shaped donkey cock in full state of arousal, he wagging it as if enjoying the new sensation.
"Will you look at that," said one friend, both being male students, each carried a book and a scratch pad. They seeing then student Terry so changed, did rush to be near the aroused animal. Excited that not a sole person was anywhere nearby, the two friends began to gain on-hand knowledge as to what a aroused donkey cock felt like and of how the Donkey could make it swing, move, and slap at his furry belly.
Jon stood off in the bushes, watching this bit of debauchery, he had a remembered thought of what the Genie said, as of Terry when changed into a donkey would have a need so after realizing his changed self, he would masturbate, spewing his semen.
Frank and Bill sat one by Terry and took hand holds on the stiff donkey meat. Frank knelt to one side and Bill sat on the opposite side of Terry. Bill stroked at the long swaying cock, feeling the silky sensual skin of it, and running the length from sheath to the bulbous puckered end.
Watching as the added sensation of feeling the touch and stroking hands of Bill seemed to help the donkey gain the want to spew his pent seed.
Frank changed position, sitting on the ground, he slid under the animal belly and when the cock lifted to bump the furry belly, he took hold of it, gripping it with both hands, and did press it into his widely opened mouth.
Bill began to giggle seeing how his mate did to the donkey what he had recently done to him, as both had enjoyed the quite by the lake, this donkey seemed willing to let them toy with his more sensual part as well!
Jon watched, intent on the passion play unfolding, he felt his own sensed arousal happening, and unseen by him his was beginning to show signs of its growth along similar manners as had happened to Terry.
A shiver in the pelvic region on the donkey had then Frank suddenly hunching his own back, as if in his mouth the end of that donkey cock were unloading the last fated remnants of the human semen mixed and blended with the donkey stuff.
"Frank, how is it, what does he taste like, Frank, Frank...," Bill asked, he failed to take note how his mate was nearly blue in the face, unable to suck in a breath by what filled his mouth and shot repeated gunky loads of sticky slime down his throat.
Frank stood by then on hands and knees to the ground, he with head pressed hard to the underside of the donkey stud, did hold a pose suggesting he was intent on gulping down every stringy drop and pearl of the semen roaring down his throat.
When the donkey moved slightly, easing his stretched stance some, the fellow mouthing the cock let it slip out his mouth, Frank then falling on his right side, he couching, almost choking on the load he had so swallowed hard.
Friend Bill continued to ask the same silly questions as to what the semen tasted like and was it hot and or silky smooth.
Frank laid there on the ground he turned then to face toward where teacher Jon Merriweather stood and watched.
Terry felt likely elated the whole sexual act had come to its finish, as he free of the man mouthing his cock, did begin to walk and wander off into the woods.
Bill knelt by his friend Frank, he leaning forward to hold and hug his friend, using a hand to smear and remove the remaining slimed semen draining from out the corner of a then closed mouth. Frank laid there as if stunned by what he had just ingested, maybe feeling the bulk of what he swallowed then churning in his stomach.
Moving slowly relenting Frank tucked his head to his chest and legs into a tight fetal position, he moaning then as if in pain or of disbelief of what all he had swallowed.
Braying of Terry then began to echo the woods and beyond to the lake. The sounds he made suggested to Bill and as well to watching Jon of an animal thrilled to be alive, happy of how it felt, and wanting of a friend and fellow donkey to come and join him in his new lifestyle.
Bill unrelenting asked his questions to friend lying there and then tucked into a ball, was motionless. Receiving no answers to his question, Bill took a hand hold to his mate and tried to stretch out what seemed to want for staying rolled into a fetal ball.
"No, oh Hell's bells no, hands off of me, you might..., it might do to you what it is doing now to me!" Frank said, he moaning as if feeling pain.
Bill, friend and more like a very significant other, did wrench hard at his friend to have him stretch out and let be seen what was so wrong with him.
With sudden want for his privacy, Frank got up and tried to run but staggered a few steps before he fell to the ground with another guttural moaned groan.
Lying then on the ground, Frank laid on his back, showing to Jon as well of Bill how he having swallowed the spewed loads had then a belly swelling huge, rounded and looking as if quite uncomfortable.
"Hee-haw," out in the distance was then echoed by another, and then seemingly a third, forth and maybe more as donkeys found others of their kind to frolic with and enjoy what donkeys in general might find as a thrill.
Bill came to stand over his still moaning friend, he looked at Frank with wide eyes, unbelieving of what he saw happening there at his feet.
Bug-eyed as well, Frank stared up at his friend, he as well as Bill so noted that the lips and mouth on Frank had changed, becoming a whiskered mealy muzzle like that of the donkey he had sucked off and swallowed all of the ejaculated juices.
Frightened by what he saw, Bill let out a short scream and turned around, he ran like the wind toward the college.
Frank waited until his friend and sexy mate was out of sight, as more of his face had met with drastic changing, he slowly stood up, and began to undress.
Shucking off the soon unneeded clothing, as his head continued to show more signs of conforming to become a donkey head, Frank cocked his head, he eying his then fur covered self, did feel his own sensed arousal by it all.
Jon then walked out from the bushes and tried to say something of comforting words to a student soon to become as animal, property, and lost of his self in a world of wild sensuality.
"Ripppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp !"
The hearing of something tearing made for the scene there with Frank changing and Terry with new found friends braying each a friendly greeting, did shimmer and faded, until only darkness remained; as Jon lying at home on his living room couch did stir and begin to awaken.