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Felecia could see the dirtbag approaching a mile away. Hard to miss him with his out of fashion tan suit, slicked back dyed black hair and goatee, a seedy strut, and leery pair of beady eyes. She’d seen him bounce around the club since she’d arrived with her friends an hour earlier. With them both in the bathroom Felecia was left nursing her appletini by herself at a standing table. Now he was sidling up to her.

“Heyo, babe. What’s your sign?” the man asked Felecia in a stilted manner. He leaned on her table and brought his cheap cologne with him.

“‘No Access’. That blunt enough for you?” Felecia replied coldly.

“Ooo, you’re a spicy one,” the unfettered man grinned. “Name’s Maurice. Saw you looking good over here by yourself and I just had to give you some company.”

“You shouldn’t have. Really, you shouldn’t have,” insisted Felecia.

“Come on, baby, you haven’t even gotten to know me yet. You might just come to want Maur-ice. Heh, get it?” Maurice asked while laughing at his own joke.

“Yeah, I get it. Wish you hadn’t thrown it though. I’m not interested, guy. Go bother someone else. My friends will be back soon and you’re in the way,” Felecia told him. She was keeping her temper in check but laid on the apathy.

Undaunted, Maurice made sure to flash his expensive watch in addition to tugging open the top button of his shirt. Showing off a gold chain hanging into his hairy, cologne soaked chest. A few too many whiskey sours on his breath. “You sure you want to pass up on a slab of sexy like me, baby? You won’t find another man here that can treat you like I do,” he assured.

“Oh I’m sure there are plenty of other guys here that don’t know the meaning of ‘no’. None of them are annoying me right now but you however,” Felecia said with a hint of spite.

“I ain’t annoying ya, baby. You’re just not used to being this close to a true stud. You’ll get used to it,” Maurice promised. That he was getting closer to her with every word was wearing on Felecia’s last ounce of cool.

“Really, dude, could you just fuck off? This won’t end well for you, Maurice,” stressed Felecia behind another sip of her drink. She glanced towards the bar and was relieved to see her two friends on their way back. Felecia’s saviors.

“Ah ha! Now you’ve got my name on your lips. Wouldn’t you like the rest of me on them too?” With that he tried to snatch a kiss but Felecia side-stepped away.

“Ugh, I’d rather meet a stomach virus. Fuck. Off. You. Ass,” Felecia rebuked. Her timely dodge of Maurice put her two friends, Desirae and Hannah, at her back as she gave the man his walking papers.

“Awwww, baby, don’t be like that,” Maurice moaned while still bearing his cocky grin.

Having picked up on what was going on quickly, the two other women stepped in with Desirae taking the lead. “Are you bothering our friend here?” the bold, beautiful Desirae questioned Maurice.

“Woah, now there’s three of ya? Believe they call that a ‘jackpot’,” laughed Maurice who was undaunted by Desirae’s strangely mystifying presence.

“I think they call guys like you ‘human chlamydia’,” retorted Felecia sharply. That made Hannah spit out her drink laughing. While Desirae’s mocking smile in the man’s direction finally cracked his optimism.

Mood soured, the man’s body language drew in like he was getting ready for a fight. “Oh I see how it is. You’re dykes. Should have just said that so you didn’t waste my time,” Maurice rudely huffed.

“Dykes? Haha! Oh fuck, Felecia, why do always get the weirdos?” Hannah giggled.

“Hell if I know,” groaned Felecia as she picked up her drink.

“Come on, guy. Move on before you say something you’ll regret,” cautioned Desirae, her violet eyes aglow.

“Don’t tell me what to do, bitch. All right? I was just talking to your friend here, who was practically rubbing on me when you two walked in. Now she's turned all ice queen on me now that her ‘girlfriends’ are here,” Maurice mocked as his ego went on the defensive.

He’d barely got it all out when a fired up Desirae snapped. “Excuse me? The fuck did you just call me?”

“Oh shit, dude. Not smart,” Hannah remarked offhand. She and Felecia knew better than Maurice what he’d just unleashed on himself.

“Bad hearing or not a fan of curses? For the record, I called you a-”

“That was rhetorical fucking question, dipstick. Just shut up and walk away or you’ll learn what a big fan of cursing I am,” Desirae interrupted to menace.

Of her two friends, only Felecia knew Desirae’s curses weren’t just nasty words. Desirae was in fact a practicing, thoroughly capable and modern witch. One with a pickup truck, tattoos, and an aptitude for curses. Ones that could do terrible things from Maurice’s perspective. So as much as she hated the guy, Felecia hoped he would grumble and slink away to annoy someone else.

He did not.

Maurice grabbed a half-empty glass of water from the table, making like he was about to drink it. “You know what? I don’t have time to waste a bunch of dirty sluts like you three. If you ask me, you could all use a shower!” Then he splashed water from his glass at their dresses, mostly nailing Felecia before strutting away.

“Ah! My dress! You fucking jackass!” Felecia yelped as she and the others were doused.

“Fucking ass is right! Not cool, dude!” Hannah yelled after him. “I’m getting security and having him tossed. They don’t tolerate that shit here!”

“Totally! Let’s go find- oh no, Desirae! Don’t go after him! Just let the jackass be a jackass and have security take care of it!” Felecia urged when she saw her friend move to follow the guy.

“Nah, I’ll handle it. You two just go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll be right behind you. I just wanna have some words with him. Promise I won’t touch him,” Desirae promised.

Felecia could see Desirae’s pale violet eyes seething while the rest of the woman was well composed. “Are you sure that’s all you’ll do?” she asked warily.

“More or less. I won’t be more than a minute or two, promise. If I come back with any of his blood on me then I’ll pay for the next round of drinks,” Desirae boasted.

“Sounds like a deal to me! Come on, Felecia. You’re dripping wet, dear,” Hannah said, taking her by the hand.

“All right, if you promise, D,” Felecia told Desirae. Then let Hannah lead her to the bathroom.

“Course, F! All I might do is test the jackass’s sensibilities,” Desirae added with a fiendish smirk. Then hurried through the crowds after the man.

“Oh shoot, I shouldn’t have said jackass,” Felecia muttered to herself under her breath.

There wasn’t a regret in Maurice’s mind after having made his scene. His attention was already swinging to whatever woman he fancied who was preferably by themselves. Completely unaware that Desirae was hot on his trail. She observed from a few feet behind him, waiting for her opportunity. What she planned was for his ears only. Desirae’s chance arose as the man checked his phone near one of the emergency exits. So Maurice was the one slinked up on and cornered when Desirae twisted him around and shoved him against the wall. A flick of magic freezing his feet to the ground while muting the man’s voice just as he tried to scream.

“Nuh uh, I’ve heard quite enough from you tonight, Maurice. You’re dealing with me and magic now. It’s time for you to listen,” Desirae sternly told the bewildered man. Who was further entranced by the strange lure of her eyes. “I’ve got this experiment that I’ve been running for a little over two years. I’m always looking for new subjects to test with a particular magical trial. It’s one where I see if people can stay people or if they’d give into more, let’s say, bestial wants. Some fail, some succeed, and I get my results regardless. You went and volunteered with your behavior, Maurice, and my friend Felecia, whose evening you interrupted, gave me the perfect suggestion.” Desirae crowded up close to the man whose demeanor had gone from outrage to horror. Almost nose-to-nose. “I want to know, Maurice, if you can try not to be a jackass for the rest of the night. If you can then you’ll awake tomorrow knowing you’re a piece of shit but a human one. But every time you act like an ass you’ll become a little more like one thanks to the curse I’ve laid upon you. And the more you change the harder it will get to stop yourself becoming a true jackass. If you think I’m bluffing,” she whispered hotly, leaning right next to his ear, “I’m not.”

The witch’s final words caused Maurice to seize up tightly and start shaking. He shut his eyes and wished this torment would be over. After a few seconds the sensation left him along with whatever had nailed his feet to the floor and clipped his voice. When Maurice opened his eyes Desirae was nowhere to be seen.

“Crazy fucking bitch. Where’d she go?” Maurice wondered as he looked around to no avail. She may have been gone but the fear she instilled in those few seconds remained. Not wanting to let a woman get to him he brushed off the encounter. “The women here are fucking nuts. Call me an ass? Fuck you, cunt. You’re the fucking donkey, wherever you are. Bitch.”

Maurice gathered himself together the best he could and fixed his suit. While doing that he was struck by a throbbing numbness around the base of his spine. He thought little of it though, going instead to the bar for another drink. There Maurice found two women he squeezed himself in between in order to get their attention. Both just glared at him and peeled off in opposite directions.

“Old Fashioned and use the good stuff,” Maurice ordered. While the bartender worked Maurice scratched at that wiggle in the seat of pants. Curiously he found a lump where there shouldn’t be. By the time his drink was ready he could feel that it had improbably grown from a bump to several inches of tender throbbing flesh. Maurice couldn’t imagine what it could be.

“Yo, buddy. Your drink. That’ll be $35,” said the bartender.

Maurice grumbled, paid, grabbed his drink, and kept rubbing at whatever it was growing in the seat of his pants. As he moved away and sipped at his drink he could feel the growth sliding into his underwear as it grew thicker as well. It had bones, moist, coarse flesh, and a twitching life at some five inches and still extending. Forcing the tail further into his undies so that it brushed against his balls and tiny dick to bulge awkwardly in the front. Looking down and seeing that was more than Maurice could ignore.

‘The fuck is thing in my pants? If that bitch with tits and wacko eyes drugged me I’m gonna sue her into oblivion,’ Maurice thought to himself as he hurried to the bathroom. He downed his drink along the way to calm his nerves but with the growth getting bigger and bigger it didn’t work. Maurice deposited the glass onto a table just outside the bathroom then ducked in.

“There he goes,” Desirae cooed to Felecia from their table.

“I almost feel sorry for him,” sighed Felecia who’d just returned from the bathroom with Hannah. “Almost.”

The men’s bathroom didn’t have a line out the door but was packed on the inside with every urinal full and the three stalls occupied. Maurice was antsy but trying not to draw too much attention to the weird lumps in his pants. Thankfully most of the other men just went about their business as quickly as they could. Except the ones in the stalls. Maurice tried to wait but the thing in his pants was getting longer, thicker, and worryingly rather hairy. He was sweating bullets.

A reprieve came when he heard a flush from the center stall and a moment later the man exited. Maurice darted in, pushing by two other guys who had been waiting longer.

“Yo! What the fuck, jackass?” one of the men said as Maurice slammed and locked the door in his face.

“It’s an emergency!” was all Maurice could yelp back while anxiously undoing his belt.

There was more cursing from two men but they stopped short of breaking down the door itself. Maurice paid them no mind as he unzipped his trousers. And once loose enough he reached back and got a grip on the hairy thing. “The fuck?” he grumbled as he tugged it out. When he saw what it was, it almost didn’t process. Sticking out twelve inches (and still growing) from his spine was unbelievably a brown and gray haired tail. “What in the world…? That looks like a- no, no it’s gotta be fake!” a befuddled Maurice assured himself.

But as he watched the tail grow even further, a tuft of longer hair at the end and shorter ones itching at its base, it seemed all too real. Didn’t stop Maurice giving it a hard yank thinking maybe it would pop off. Instead he got a shock of pain through his whole body. He bit his tongue to stop from crying out but had to sit down on the toilet to attempt to cull the aching. It helped a little but he still had a dilemma growing in his hands that he was totally unprepared for.

‘Why is this happening? Was I drugged? Am I dying somehow? This shouldn’t be happening! It can’t happen!’ went Maurice’s frightened internal dialogue. That he was actually enchanted by a powerful magical curse turning him into a donkey never occurred to the man. He did think of Desirae and how this started after their confrontation but a magical donkey curse? Simply not possible in Maurice’s inebriated black and white thinking. So he wasted time wondering if he was drugged or poisoned even as the magic spread elsewhere. ‘Maybe I should make myself throw up. Feeling all… wrong and sick and, and, and kinda fucking horny? The fuck?’

Somehow while in a state of freaking out with a furry tail in his hands Maurice his undersized penis stiffened up erect. With it a warm, aroused throbbing it stood in stark contrast to distress everywhere else in him. Further burgeoned by a sort of swelling in his balls. For once Maurice wasn’t thrilled about being turned on. He tried to ignore the growing sense of need as it grew within him but he wasn’t accustomed to that. The whole reason was at that club that night was to get his dick wet after all. Maurice’s boozy brain let the tail drop from his right hand so he could grab his penis instead. Noticing immediately that it was an inch or so longer.

“Feels thicker like this too,” Maurice muttered to himself in a haze of drunken stupor brought on by just a touch. A stroke of it and the loud, bustling world around him fell away for but thirty seconds. His tail continued its growth unobserved while Maurice masturbated on the toilet; a sublime distraction. His eyes closed and he thought of the various women he’d hassled earlier that night in order to get off. It was his own squirting cum landing on his face that got him to open his eyes. “Fuck me,” Maurice said in a daze.

His shock was from more than seeing what he’d done and wiping his face with his sleeve. Letting go of his cock, Maurice was amazed to see it ten inches longer, with triple the girth, darker flesh, and pulsating balls the size of tangerines. On those traits alone most men, Maurice included, would have thought it a blessing (not counting the donkey’s tail that had come before). But they would also be troubled by the darker flesh of the whole organ. There were also added fleshy rolls at the base of the penis while the head was misshapen with engorged glans. This gave his genitals a more bestial appearance. One that became more apparent, more deformed from human with every further second that passed. Enough to somewhat shock Maurice from his horny state.

“That isn’t right. Shhhhhit, that’s bad. What the fuck is hap, hap, haaaa…. HAWWWW!” Maurice couldn’t help but bray weakly. His embarrassment soared from zero.

“The fuck was that?” the man in the stall next shouted right away.

“Someone just brayed! The hell?” another laughed.

“Sure hope it was carded too,” joked someone.

More joking from outside his stall made Maurice feel all the more like a freak. With his sixteen inch increasingly equine genitals, very donkey looking tail, and now a tingling in his ears was not far from the truth.

‘Have to get out of here. Have to get somewhere, anywhere here. The hot air is so hot and tight on me. What is going on with me?’ wondered Maurice. As he did he hurriedly stood up and as best he could pulled his pants up while shoving his tail in. It was harder to do that with his cock and balls without stirring his arousal more. He thought that was the hard part but getting his zipper up and pants buttoned was all but impossible with how things had swollen up. ‘Just has to look good enough. Have to get out of here somewhere… not here.’

Maurice had enough wherewithal to flush the toilet for some coverage then took a deep breath. He burst out and right into a score of bodies. Not wanting anyone to get a good look Maurice pushed and knocked anyone out of the way between him and the door. He glanced at the mirror when passing and saw his pointed and hairy ears. That gave him all the more reason to elbow his way out, earning himself more curses. Quite a lot of them called him an ‘ass’. The word managed to stick in his mind after exiting the bathroom into the club.

The loud sounds, dim lighting, and numerous bodies that had been Maurice’s stalking grounds a little earlier was a cacophony of stimuli now. He thought it was his ears doing most of that and while they were part it wasn’t the whole story anymore. The whites of his eyes were browning while his pupils stretched wider, making it harder to see. A feeling like a sneeze was brewing was Maurice’s nose swelling and widening to take in more smells. Made him lose his sense of direction at a time when he needed to get away from everything. An itchiness was also spreading over the man’s body that was just another thing to try and ignore.

“There he is. Oh gosh, the curse is definitely working,” Felecia smirked as she and the other two watched.

“Gosh, he does! Jeez, you two weren’t kidding about this curse stuff. I mean, look at him!” Hannah said out of amazement. Unlike Felecia she’d never seen Desirae’s fondness of curses in action.

Desirae stayed quiet and just sipped her drink with an assured smile.

“He’s only gonna get worse cause no way he can’t stop himself being himself,” bet Felecia.

“You think so? He looks pretty scared if you ask me. That’s gotta occur to him, right?” suggested Hannah.

“To someone else maybe but to that dude? No way,” Felecia told her friend. “Jackass through and through like I said. Desirae just made sure he can’t hide it in the future.”

“Damn. You two are cold. I respect it,” Hannah admitted after brief consideration. “Will he change back after? Or…?”

Desirae and Felecia let silence be their answer. Preferring to sip their drinks and watch Maurice stumble in the general direction of the door.

“Do you follow them or not? What if he gets in trouble?” Hannah asked with passing concern.

Desirae shrugged and Felecia answered, “Then someone calls animal control. Either way he’s not going to be any woman’s problem going forward.”

“You’re welcome, society,” Desirae joked as she raised her glass.

“Cheers to that!” Felecia agreed, toasting her glass.

“Heh, cheers I suppose,” toasted Hannah as well.

Maurice’s mind was only on himself and getting out of the increasingly loud, noisy, dark, and claustrophobic. His ears were sticking up three hairy inches with the curving sides and protruding base giving them an ass’s bearing. The gray hairs from there had spread down into the furrier stubble appearing on his cheeks and forehead. This is what he was itching the most while trying to cover his mouth since the heavier he breathed caused wannabe brays to sneak out. This let Maurice also know his teeth, lips, nose, and tongue were getting the treatment too.

‘Gotta get out. Gotta get away so no one sees me. This is so wrong! Why won’t it stop!’ Maurice’s thoughts grew increasingly desperate while trying to navigate the crowds. The low club lighting was helping to keep him from drawing too much attention so far. It was also making it impossible for the man working with one human eye and the other a dull donkey. Simply walking was trouble thanks to his beer can thick cock hanging past his right knee in his pant leg while in the back his tail seemed aimed to tear a hole for itself. ‘Stupid pants. Stupid exit. I want out!’

After some minutes went by and Maurice still couldn’t find the exit to the club. His brain was far too scatterbrained from one moment to the other. So he wobbly legged walked to the nearest empty table to sit down. Nearly fell over in the chair because his ass was so big now. Maurice was happy to just sit stable for a few minutes. He had a glass on the table that looked like water so he splashed it in his face trying to cool himself off.

“Why can’t I find the fucking door in this place? It’s fucking maze,” Maurice said to himself as the water dripped off his hairy cheeks. Giving him another chance to prod at his bulbous nose and his grayed lips. Pushing past his lips to his flat, block front teeth.

He had to take out his phone to see how bad it was. The lighting was bad but he could see the right side of his face was more far gone than the other half. Gray and brown donkey hair filled in a fine fuzz that went from forehead, ears, cheek, and down to his shoulder. The ear on that side was also nearly seven inches of curled donkey ears and the left was half that size and still bare. But Maurice’s entire nose was like a donkey’s with large, flared nostrils and a jutting black fleshed tip. He opened his mouth and shut it when he saw how almost every tooth was donkey shaped if not matching them in size yet. Maurice didn’t want to think it was actually him but there was enough of him in the face to make sure he couldn’t deny it. He still couldn’t figure how or why but he was definitely becoming more donkey-like in the face. And elsewhere.

As Maurice gawked in disbelief at what had become of his looks his tail and genitals were still making themselves known. The tail had lengthened down his left pant leg and was less of an issue than his donkey dick at least. It would flick and twitch but he’d stopped it ripping a hole in his backside at least. The fur that spread up his back, over his ass, and sprouted its first hairs on his right thigh. In the other pant leg there was not an inch to spare between his leg and the beefy donkey phallus. The balls were poorly hidden in his crotch but that’s all the room Maurice had for them. He appeared to be smuggling a holiday ham in his pants so it was a miracle he’d not been noticed.

“Gotta calm down and think straight. And stop looking at yourself,” Maurice told himself out loud despite wanting to have simply thought it. Ignoring that he grabbed another half-finished drink from his table and returned to looking for the exit sign. Didn’t take much for Maurice’s attention when laying eyes upon several winning standing around a table nearby. They were chatting and joking amongst themselves, oblivious of the deformed man ogling them nearby. “Fuck, her ass is nice. And the one next to hers is even better. And those tits… I’d fuck’em all, flip’em over, and then breed them properly, that’s what I’d do,” he mumbled then finished with a snort.

Maurice’s pressing concern of escape was put on hold. All so he could keep staring at each of the five women to imagine him having sex with them all. Sex that they would willingly give, he thought, because no other man was so well endowed as he anymore. It was more than enough to stiffen his donkey dick right up, bringing his left leg with it as it sprung up and hit the underside of the table- knocking off several glasses and shattering Maurice’s trance.

“Shit, shit,” Maurice cursed his donkey cock as he tried to lower his leg and cool down. At the same time the crash of glasses had lots of eyes on him at the table. Including three of the women he’d been picturing naked with his cock in their hands. When they and everyone else looked, whispers followed that Maurice assumed were about him. Probably not because of the stiff leg under the table but the donkey ears and short muzzle on his head. Embarrassed and frustrated Maurice turned and with all his strength bent his right foot to the ground despite his cock’s stiffness. Causing his inseam to pop open and some of the mottled gray shaft to show from his tan khaki pants. “Shit! I gotta, I gotta get the fucking outta here befoooaaaAAWWW-”

The man covered his mouth before the bray could really get out but Maurice knew he couldn’t do that forever. Not while he was still inside what was to him a tight spaced sweat box. Maurice still couldn’t orient himself to the place after several turns so he tried just going where he saw a lot of people. Either meant a line for the bathroom or the way in and out. Hoping for the latter he lumbered across the dance floor and through tables. He had no regard for bumping into others and when some would tell him off for it Maurice ignored them. Some he passed said more troubling things.

“The fuck is wrong with your ears? You an elf or something?” joked one woman.

“Why is he walking like he has a load in his pants?” teased a man.

“What is wrong with his one leg? Gross!”

“Yo, jackass! Apologize to my girl you just elbowed! Or else!” yelled a boyfriend after Maurice practically bowled her over.

He ignored those barbs and the threat of violence from the last when at last he saw the glow of an ‘Exit’ sign ahead. The closer he got the more people in the way until it was a traffic jam. It wasn’t the main entrance but a side door most people used to go smoke in the alleys around the club. The ones blocking Maurice were likely waiting for friends, chatting, or flirting. Maurice didn’t care about any of it and tried pushing himself through the rabble. Getting by some and then getting stuck in the middle for the time being.

‘Great. Should just kick and bite these idiots until they let me out. I, I don’t feel good here. Everything’s so tight, so hot, so… so full,’ Maurice ruminated where he stood. The fullness he meant being more than a metaphysical term thanks to how much booze he’d had that night. His bladder hurt as it was full. Normally he’d head for the bathroom but his focus was on getting out. He kept on looking for a gap to push through and would take any relief of his stress he could. Leading to Maurice relaxing a little and emptying his bladder. ‘Oh, much better. Can think easier now,’ he reasoned positively. Paying not attention to a puddle of donkey piss forming at his feet. Or the rank odor it put off.

“Ew, gross! What is that stink!” a woman to the right of Maurice said as she and a couple other women gagged.

“Why’s the floor wet?” asked one person and then another.

It then struck Maurice that his feet were wet too. His left in particular soaked through so that it made a squelching voice whenever his weight shifted. A few seconds later and it registers in the man’s brain what’s happening. Maurice clenching to stop him urinating only reduced it to a trickle after already pissing enough to cover the floor in every direction. The group of fifteen or twenty began dispersing as guests wretched and recoiled from the piss puddle.

“Someone fucking pissed on the floor! Can we get security and mop over there!” screamed an employee near the door.

“Who the fuck pissed on the floor? Fucking animals do that, dudes!” complained a burly dude who was one of the club’s bouncers.

“Whoever they are find’em and toss’em in the dumpster, Herb. I’ll go get the squeegee. Ugh, fucking animals in this place,” the one employee grumbled as they left for the utility closet.

With donkey piss leaking down his pant leg and just enough sense to know he’d be spotted as the source Maurice he hurried out the side door into a well-lit alley. He would have wanted to go left and make for the street but that’s where most of the smokers and those coming from the piss stink. So he turned and hurried to the alleyway that ran behind the club and all the other businesses on this block. There were fewer people and less light among the trash cans and dumpsters. In his haste to hide himself he lost his left shoe, ripped more seams in his pants open to reveal more hairy, graying flesh. So when Maurice stumbled behind a dumpster to catch his breath the man’s pants were hurting him.

“Gotta breathe. Gotta, gotta think. Gotta… fuck,” Maurice gasped as spasm went through him. A moment later he felt his pants go loose with ripping noises followed by a thud on metal as his donkey cock sprung into the side of the dumpster. That made Maurice shiver again, causing more rips and though he didn’t know it yet, lose his pants entirely. With the belt and scraps falling around his ankles while the man himself trembled from unwanted arousal. “Need to think. Need, need maybe… just to clear my head,” he told himself, one hand on the dumpster as the other went south. Ignoring his dark, enlarged nails to grab hold of his meaty donkey dick.

It only took a few strokes for Maurice to truly clear his head of anything other than simple lust. Didn’t take much to get erect or to start dripping an inhuman seed from the tip. The more the cursed man worked himself the further he drifted from his humanity. Doing so with a dumb grin across his hairy, shifting face. Took him less than a minute to reach orgasm but even in that time his submission to bestial needs spread the changes over more of his head. Further developing a donkey’s muzzle, nose, eyes, and forehead while his wheezing breaths sounded more like a burly equine’s. But it didn’t matter to Maurice because it felt so damned good.

Maurice would need another minute before his brain came to its senses to see what he’d done. He had emptied out a donkey sized load onto the side of the dumpster and still was leaking excess as it hung flaccid between his aching legs. It also resulted in splash back onto his shirt and jacket. That plus a pervasive heat he felt had Maurice strip off his jacket to toss in the dumpster along with some scraps of his pants. It took the stink of it all to really snap the man back to the reality of his situation. Which he just made leagues worse by giving in.

“N-No, not mooOOOOOre! Stop chaaaAAAAAW- change… ing,” Maurice struggled to say with a tongue, mouth, and lips of a donkey. He tried speaking again but the changes were getting into his throat now. The squeals and half-brays he could make echoed in the surrounding alley. Making him embarrassed but not as much as when he saw club goers wandering into the back alley to see what was making the commotion. Leading Maurice to hastily make a run for it in the opposite direction with his actual gait more of a lethargic shuffling. “Why meeeEEEeeeE?” he wheezed.

Every step grew into a struggle when his feet were cramping so badly in his trendy dock shoes. This as his legs were getting thicker and stiffer right up to his hips. Maurice forced himself forward as far as he could. Which amounted to reaching the dumpster behind the next building and promptly collapsing to his hands and knees, heaving for air.

Seconds later the cramping tightness in his shoes burst forth with two pops. Maurice only had to glimpse the sight of his merged toes and the darkened partial hooves they were becoming to know things were getting worse for him. Still no connection in his mind between his encounter with Desirae, her words, and his current predicament. And with Maurice’s brain being further affected by the changes there wasn’t much chance of him putting it together. Especially as the changes were adding size and weight to his donkey balls. A sheath was also beginning to stitch to his belly which stirred his loins back to life.

‘I just want this feeling to stop. I want to feel normal again. I want my body back,’ Maurice thought vaguely of the continually expanding parts of his body wracked by magic. He could feel it entering his torso. Squirming into his organs. Stretching and tugging at his bones. Causing buttons on his dress shirt to pop off one after the other as his body outgrew itself. Pervasive itchiness that he couldn’t scratch because of deformed, fingerless hands and a rigidity in his arms. It was all so foreign to Maurice. He just wanted it to stop and to feel good again.

That made the gift of more arousal a welcome one. He’d grown more considerably than he’d realized over the span of a few minutes. More bulk in the hips, waist, ass, and stomach was part of it but more so the morphing of his bones to shape his hindquarters like a donkey’s. Longer legs and a growing sheath allowed his full sized genitals to hang like a real pair. The bobble of his massive balls registered as a good thing to him despite their appearance. Just as the emergence of the lower part of his shaft from his sheath gave Maurice reasons to enjoy the experience. Leaning into his bestial equipment the same way Desirae would have predicted; favoring his own pleasure over human willpower.

So as Maurice’s shirt ripped to pieces he concerned himself with how to pleasure himself without hands. He solved that issue by letting more of those horny donkey thoughts invade. Leading to Maurice bucking his hips, thrusting forward, and picturing a hot, willing jennet was his target. Some human part of the man’s brain pictured that jennet with a blonde woman’s head though her facial features were mixed with a donkey’s. This concession was enough to tell Maurice his mind was still human as were his desires.

‘So horny, need breed,’ Maurice thought to himself.

Submitting himself more sped up an already raging transformation that fed off Maurice’s increasingly animistic actions. His hands and feet had been replaced by full fledged heavy hooves that clattered under his still soaring weight. There was enough fur and hide on him that the hooves had furnishings while the rest of him was covered in varied thicknesses of brown and black hair. A lighter, longer shade of hair adorned the back of his elongating neck; stretching from scalp to shoulders like a jack’s mane would. All that hair covered a bulking frame that had more to go but had progressed enough that standing on four legs didn’t tax Maurice so much. Widening his stance and other adjustments were frequently but the weird discomfort was gone. Making his brain think things were getting better for him and that he needed to keep fucking that imaginary jenny no matter what.

Such a thing spurred Maurice to new, literal heights when he took his newfound and fully grown front legs and reared up high enough land on the edge of a closed dumpster. No thought of exposing himself from behind cover as he went right back to energetically thrusting his hips. His cock was so large that he heard and felt it bang into the side of the dumpster. Any pain was overshadowed by the sheer ardor of Maurice and didn’t stop him climaxing yet again. This time producing an even more massive load of donkey seed than the last. As he did he let out lots of short grunts and fragmented brays. Fitting noises since his skull was close to fully transformed by then- only lacking the coverage of hair to complete his new visage.

Coming down from this latest feral orgasm, Maurice’s human mind was less present than ever. Human shame brought him back to the dumpster and reminded him that he was hiding. Exactly why he was hiding Maurice had trouble recalling until he saw his scraps of shirt and shoes on the pavement beneath him. It reminded him of being uncomfortable, hot, claustrophobic, itchy, and embarrassed but he just couldn’t put together why. His body was still hot, itchy, and uncomfortable but not as much as he had been. This would have perplexed him until the inevitable end of his transformation if not for approaching heeled footsteps causing him to reel around to a somewhat familiar face.

“Holy crap, look at you. Just... look at you,” remarked Felecia at the sight of Maurice. She had walked down from the club after overhearing the chatter from other patrons about weird noises in the alley. So while Desirae and Hannah went to grab the car, Felecia excused herself to see what had become of the jackass she met earlier. Staring at him now, arms crossed, the woman sounded almost disappointed. “I gotta ask Desirae if any others have failed her test this fast. You don’t look like him at all.”

Felecia would have had trouble figuring Maurice for ever being human if he had been a field surrounded by other jacks. He was that near to donkey by then it wasn’t hard to picture having been anything else. She saw the remnants of the man’s clothing as well as the copious amounts of semen on the dumpster, ground, and stinking up the alley so there was no wonder what he’d been up to. Covering her nose and mouth Felecia stepped back but not away. Desirae had warned her about going to check on him for worry that she’d find some pity for him. Try as she might, the only pity she could muster was for the countless women the man hadn’t plagued over the years.

She just sighed and shook her head. “At least you look plenty happy with yourself. Desirae is going to be bragging about this for the rest of the night, no doubt,” Felicia mentioned with a touch of annoyance. Taking her phone from her pocket she dialed the number Desirae gave her. “Yes, hello? This is animal control? Great! I’d like to report a loose animal down at Jefferson Ave near 7th Street. A donkey if you can believe me.”

As Felecia made her phone call Maurice looked at her like he should know her but couldn’t. That should have bothered him but didn’t. She had a scent to her that drew his sniffing snout over to her. When he got to close she bopped him on the nose to keep him back. Felecia finished the call and texted her friends next to tell them she was coming. Holding back telling Desirae that Maurice’s transformation was over just so her friend didn’t have time to prepare her bragging. Parting words weren’t really Felecia’s thing so just left Maurice by the dumpster.

Maurice’s transformation was really finished a few moments later as he trailed far behind her. A last filling in of hair down his throat truly finished off what had been a foregone conclusion. He lost track of Felecia but attracted a group of people who’d finally found the source of all the strange noises behind the club. Prompting drunken clubbers to take pictures with Maurice for kicks until the lovely folks from animal control could come take him away. More women took pictures with Maurice the donkey than the man in that short period than the previous decades of his life. And he was blithely oblivious to that achievement.

The club’s patrons waved the donkey goodbye as he was loaded into a trailer and drove off. The donkey blithely was content the whole way until hearing mention he was being taken to a farm. That got Maurice’s dim mind thinking about all the fun a jack stud like him could have. Perhaps vaguely aware that his advances wouldn't be rejected so out of hand. It made him delighted to pull into the driveway of the farm he was unaware only kept geldings. A sign said as much on the way in, but Maurice was never much for picking up on those.