Friends Jake, Kyle, Kevin, Tom, and our office secretary Cherie had drunk the bottles of Pleasure Island Soda, becoming inebriated in the extreme. The bottles of that stout brew-potion were left at the farm by Stephen, he the transvestite nephew of the magician, Madame Illusia. They were changing physically when I broke free from their wish to indoctrinate me as well into their band of donkeisum. The soda water put there in the break room refrigerator assured Stephen of his coming to the farm and leaving then in complete anonymity, as well as assuring him of a second load of healthy, able, strong donkeys to sell.
I broke free after Jake, he the most changed then of the five changing, did try to infect me with pouring a bottle of that diabolical potion onto my head. I had run to my car, the keys I keep under the driver side carpet for safekeeping, and in that case, a quick get away. I got inside and started the motor, turned on the air conditioning to cool as calm me. I sat there expecting the five changing friends to come after me, but they leaving the break room were met by four men arriving in a Pleasure Island Amusement Park livestock hauling truck.
One of the men arriving there at the farm came better dressed, he seemingly to me was someone to enhance the transforming experiences, carried a black satchel into the barn.
As the cooler air calmed me, although it began to arouse me. As I sat in my car being butt naked, having lost my jeans to Kyle pulling them off of me, and minutes later, Cherie in her wild nymphomania state did mouth and began to suckle my soda doused male member. Watching and waiting to see if any of those changing friends were to come after me, I sat locked then in my car. The cooling air blowing on and about my naked lower half brought on me a full erection. As I felt it begin to rise and stiffen, seeing it, the crown circumcision given to me at birth began to flatten, it poking up then double of usual length, became darker of skin hue coloring, and from increased girth suggested to me of my body being infected similar to how my friends were changing.
I thought then to move my car to a further distance from the barn and stables, but remain able to see what would happen to my five friends. The suspense I felt urged me to begin fingering, as fondling, to soon then stroking my changed human penis, until while seated in my car there I ejaculated. I felt so aroused in mind and body that when the pre and semen erupted, the spewed mass shot up and went splattering the ceiling cloth of the car roof. I watched in a sadistic sort of glee as the spewed semen shot up as out the opened end of my then donkey size male cock. My human penis had ceased being or looking human, it became then as all donkey Jack of form and length.
I knew then I would be changing. Although something welling in me seemed to want it to happen, the previously religious as moral me did not want to become like the animals I tended to daily.
It happened then after my masturbation and climax that I had the thought to exit my car and run to the barn office in hope that my boss Roger had left there the phone number he called to alert Stephen of some donkeys he wished to be free from owning.
I got out my car and as the hot air of that warm day hit me, there came a pain in my groin what doubled me over forward, almost sending me to fall on all fours. As the pain subsided, so had my scrotum then changed, conforming to look of size and skin color to the bigger balls of an equine, a donkey, or something larger. Whatever caused it to happen, but my elongated new cock receded up inside a newly formed sheath, as allowing me then to run. I ran, as marveled how fast a scared forty year old man could run when there was an urgent need.
Skulking when I came to the barn, I did hunch down trying not to being noticed, hearing there the men talking, and the occasional soft brayed response of five friends losing their humanity. As I hunched down by the barn door my much enlarged scrotum brushed the sandy ground and startled me to give a yelped cry of surprise.
Stunned by what had become the huger size of my balls, I stood up as then ran with long strides into the barn, down the aisle to the air conditioned barn office. As I entered the secretary office where Cherie sat and worked, the cooled air gave my sweaty bare skin a goose pimpled chill. After a body torso shiver I enter what was my office and closed, locked the door, wanting no incursion while I searched for the phone number of Stephen.
Ten minutes of frantic searching and I found nothing there of the phone number Roger called to alert Stephen of his windfall claiming of three healthy, horny new donkeys.
Not long after that sad feeling disappointment did I hear the voices of the men leaving, they taking with them the fully changed Jake being then his donkey self, cock wagging as he walked, seemed willing of going to where the men wanted him to go. I watched the security video camera feed showing on the office monitor, seeing then what might have been Kevin and his shorter, stouter brother Kyle. One man led both brothers to the waiting stock truck, they walked upright still on two legs, but were naked and furry, having donkey tails, their heads that of a common donkey, acted as if as well willing. Kevin and his brother were a pair of equine transformation enthusiasts if ever I met a weird pair of equine appreciators. Kyle being younger, was shorter, standing five feet even to Kevin at his tall six foot seven inch height. Kyle though I had caught adoring stallion genitals, stroking of erect cocks, and talking to the animal as if he, Kyle wished he could exchange bodies and become a horse.
Kevin I discovered was an author of some perverse short stories he had posted on the Internet, finding his equine transformation fun by enticing, arousing, and having varied equine appreciative followers their thrill of his thrill, horses. As I watched my office security monitor, it was Kevin who stopped as stood for a long minute looking back as up at the outside security camera. He tried to raise a forearm and furry hand to give a friendly wave good bye to anyone at the farm who might see then the video when all the owners and staff there at the farm suddenly vanished.
They led Cherie along to the truck, she standing on all fours had half mounted over her back an eager all black donkey Jackass I knew was in reality Tom, he having wanted to date Cherie although she ignored his advances, told me she dislike him as being a way to sexually minded. As the men arranged the three Jackass converts already inside the truck bay, Cherie standing, waiting, Tom had his best chance and mounted her, he shoved hard his erect cock, it parting her vulva lips, as slid inside her almost fully transformed donkey jennet form, he rut-humped her to climax and her feeling a shivered jennet orgasm.
"Hey look," yelled one of the wrangler men as Tom and Cherie got it on being donkeys.
The well dressed man walked down out of the truck bay and seeing the two donkeys, Tom still coupled into Cherie, the man laughing said to his worker there, "They are becoming just what we want, and how they feel it. Donkeys have a simple life, they wake, eat, piss, crap, work, and when set free after a hard day, they like to mate before returned to their stalls to sleep and begin the ritual on the morrow. Let him have his fun, as after mating more than four times with any other donkey, his memories will get scrambled and gift us a willful changeling donkey ready for sale."
After all five were loaded and the truck ready to leave the farm, I watched as the well dressed man then noticed the security camera and seemed angered by being videoed.