Seventeen years I worked for Roger, but what had transpired and caused his two boys as well his wife of twenty years to change of form and species, was to me the reason to quit and move on. I had seen and heard too much as made my continuing to work for Roger as dangerous. Since he knew that I knew about his private desire to rid himself of his foolish sons, and an equally gullible as not so beautiful a wife, if I stayed on, who would wonder if some new as unexpected animal were found wandering the property, that critter might be me!
Roger talked with Stephen the personal aid to as he told of his Auntie, she was a perverse witch with magical powers and worse, knew how to mix as blend powders or potions what could change the forms and futures of just about anybody. At first I was not too worried, but when this Stephen arrived I overheard Roger asking about some sort of blue powder and what it could do to a person, as then made some humorous remark centered about the use of my name. As from my hearing that and the uproarious laughter by both men, I did my deciding to leave work and not return.
One thing kept bothering me, that being the name Roger had begun to use when talking to or about his wife, he referring to her as Marge, and ceased using the name she had from birth as being Mable. So when the chance happened while loading Brian the son-stud-donkey onto the livestock truck, I gained the chance to ask Stephen about the changed name. What he confided to me was the name change for Mable to Marge was of the plans and idea of his Auntie Illusia. The reason why he had no knowledge of, but did know the change of name held an aura for the person who had requested buying a jennet donkey from his Aunt.
I helped then the loading of Mable-Marge into the truck bay, as said to her my farewell and as much told her she was the reason for me planning to quit and move on with a change of employment. I swear she shed a tear for me, her eyes staring at me, seemed as if tearing up, we being good friends, not lovers, just friends from high school.
Stephen led then Elroy onto the truck and bound his rein as shortened, to effectively keep him from trying to rear, mount, and mate with the jennet donkey, Marge.
Roger entered the truck bay and he slapping his hand on the rounded furry rump of his changed son Elroy, he tended to speaking his farewells to Brian mostly, he retaining more of his knowledge and sense of knowing his true self. Elroy stood there and listened, but his manners and the erection he sported suggested his interests lay with where and to what depth he could sink his donkey male cock. Mable listened too, but her tail told much about her frame of mind, and the weeping juices glistening about on her vulva lips. When Roger seemed to have gifted his sons and wife with added insults, he was about to take his leave from them, that Stephen motioned to me, and together, we slam closed the rear doors of the livestock truck, making Roger a prisoner as well.
"I know you know about me and have stood close overhearing the conversations I had with Roger. My thoughts were to entrap him and truck him to the Park where either Auntie or Mistress Circe, she a friend to Auntie, that one or the other would find a befitting consignment for him and his big ego. If you keep this as our secret I can offer you your wildest fantasy dream as coming true, or being an animal wrangler, bequest to you enhancements for making your work as easier to do. I know my Aunt and if asking her to repay a friend, as anything you might wish of, or think could be a betterment, all you need do is to call me at this number on my business card, and I shall make the arrangements." Yes he said just that, as offered me my wildest fantasies coming to life, although my hopes were of gaining wealth, not fur or a big cock.
Stephen climbed into his truck cab and with Roger screaming insults and obscenities, I waved my good bye to Stephen, planning never to need see him again, or of Roger, as hoping he would dare to insult Madame Illusia, or her friend Mistress Circe, and they gifting him a beastly sort of permanent a vocation.
The farm and the stables seemed suddenly quite peaceful, and I returned to doing what I usually handled there as manager of the barn properties.
That would have ended my contact with Stephen, his Auntie, or the Park where those two diabolical characters worked and called it as their home, but I entering the break room. I then came face to face with my staff there, they then drinking the bottled Pleasure Island Soda. To my horror the farm staff members were showing visible signs of changing into donkeys too. Jake, Kyle, Kevin, Tom, and the office secretary Cherie acted as if they were becoming inebriated, (Drunk) what ceased their concerns from seeing how each were showing indelible changes to their person. Jake was seated but had his zipper down and felt with his hands his much enlarged maleness, as he mumbled of his delights, Kevin and his brother Kyle were busy comparing their changed faces, while Tom had Cherie leaning on a chair as he was about to mate with her equine style.
I stood there and expounded aloud, "This is an orgy!"
Everybody there heard my exclaim my views as to their activities, and they found this quite funny, laughing and braying, their brays exciting from them more chuckles.
That was when Cherie let go her hold on the chair and Tom planning to thrust his cock up inside her horny, hot body, he fell face down, smashing his erect cock onto the concrete floor.
Cherie then went after me, her usual social manners forgotten from the soda and the way she was changing, she wanted to molest me, and infecting me, have me soon then lustfully molest her as well, equine style.
I pushed her away, as doing so she began to cry and Tom getting up off the floor came toward me looking angered and thinking to aid his chosen jennet. I hauled off and slugged Tom, to knocking him down, where after he hit the floor, when he sat back up, his sense of right and wrong had returned. As Cherie becoming very much changed physically and mentally to being and acting as might a jennet donkey, she saw her male down and sprang up him. A leap and splitting apart her changing legs, Cherie slammed down her changing groin over the face and head of Tom. He stunned, reciprocated, as began mouthing her, tonguing her, tickling her to lust for when she too would stand as did Mable (Marge) and feel a twenty inch long cock tickle her fancy.
I was heading for the door and planning to let bygones lie, when then friends Kevin and his younger brother Kyle charged at me, they insisting I stay and join the party.
A simple "No thanks guys," was not enough to discourage Kevin, he became insulting, turned physical, grabbing my head into a choke hold, as then Kyle began assaulting me by trying to tug off me my work jeans. We struggled, as they to infect me with beastly lusts, while I fought them to get free, and run to my car. The two brother were good workers on the farm, they had become very strong and able then to subdue me. Tom and Cherie were busy but watching, Tom rooting for the brothers, as they tussled me close to where Cherie was face sitting on Tom, she leaning toward me, took hold of my maleness and mouthed it, began to suckle. Jake then ceased his self indulging ways and did the worst, he popping the cap off a bottle of Pleasure Island Soda and poured it over my head, face, as the juices trailed down and surrounded my maleness.
The sprizle of the soda burned at my tender maleness, but trailed no further, it seemed to soak into my softer skin.
"No, no stop, do not do this to me," I screamed.
The sounds then of some second stock handling truck arriving there in front of the barn was enough to remind all of what becoming as donkeys meant for their livelihood and futures.
The hands holding let go of me and I grabbing up my jeans did charge out from the break room and headed for the safety of my car.