The boy grabs your tail nub in one of his thick, hairy hands, and
began massaging its base, making your eyes flutter in ecstasy. Before
you can help it, you are down on all fours, one hand planted firmly on
the ground, the other stroking your cock, which seems to have
expanded, ramming up against the fabric of your trousers. You can feel
your spine lengthening, stretching your pants, forming an
unmistakeable bulge. You glance backwards as the boy's hands lift
away, and a thick, brown-tasselled tail bursts through the seat of
your pants. As you stare at it in wonder, watching it flick lazily
from side to side, you fail to notice the other slight alterations to
your body; the widening nose, the thickening lips, the stiff finger
joints.
"Aw, yeEE-HAWWW!" the other boy cries out. You notice he has one of
his hands down his pants, masturbating furiously. His head is thrown
back in joy, and his face starting to stretch outwards - the formation
of a muzzle. As you watch, subconsciously rubbing your own throbbing
member, a monstrous, dark-skinned organ erupts through his shorts,
ripping away the strands of cotton; his new donkey dick. Streams of
cum start flying out, and the boy lets out another bray of triumph.
You stare on in wonder. Whilst a part of you knows you should be
horrified by the events in front of you, another, larger part feels...
satisfied. You remember back to watching Pinocchio as a kid,
particularly the transformation sequence, and believing that in
another time, another place, that would've been you. And you would've
enjoyed it.
With a great trepidation, you feel an aching in your...