You continue walking down the path uncomfortably. Your feet feel cramped and your shoes are feeling loose. After a while it become's a struggle to keep them on and they fall off your feet. Looking down at your feet you can see a pair of hooves looking back at you. At first getting used to walking on two stumps was challenging but Jen helped you balance and soon you were walking around like a pro. When it came time for Jen to discard her own shoes you were even able to help her through it. The both of you continued walking down the hay ridden, stony path until you came to a large room with a pile of hay in the corner. A fowl smell was emanating from within.
Jen sighed with relief "Thank god. I've been needing to go before we left!". She clopped over to the corner and got onto all fours. She lifted her right leg up and began to focus. You stared at her with disbelief as suddenly a stream of yellow urine emerged from between her legs. "Ahhh!" She exclaimed as she emptied her bladder, the urine darkening the fresh hay on top. After a while the stream began to falter and came to a stop. "Are we done here?" You ask, embarrassed. "Not yet!" She replies. "I still have to go Number 2." Jen then turned around, her ass facing the hay, and began to push. A strained look came over her face as the first turd began to emerge. She pushed harder groaning as she did, until finally the steaming hot turd fell from her anus and hit the hay. Two, then three followed until she stopped and stood up. "Ahhh, much better" She exclaimed. Jen found it difficult returning to two feet especially after finding her hand's had turned into hooves in the short interim it took her to relieve herself.
"Where are we actually going?" You ask. "We've been walking for ages!" Jen pouts. "You'll know when we get there! Just have a little faith!" Jen suddenly begins to walk towards you seductively. "Your still wearing pants? Arn't we a little beyond those?" She teased. She unbuttons the top of your jeans and takes the zipper in her mouth, tugging downwards as she does. With your pants at your ankles you kick them off leaving you in a informal shirt and a pair of torn underwear, having been stretched to their braking point. She puts both hands on your underwear and literally rips them off, discarding the tattered remains with ease. In the process your penis begins to tingle and you feel it growing. It is now that of a donkey and it's size is 14 inches.
You look into her eyes and the two of you begin kissing passionately, after a few minutes you take the liberty of removing her shirt revealing a generous pair of D's. You begin to lap at her erect nipples causing her to moan in delight. "No... not here... We can't..." She moaned. Ignoring her pleas she pushes you away, albeit gently. "Hey! I know your dying for a piece of this..." She say's, slapping her ass. "... But your going to have to wait. Then it's all yours. Promise."