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Pleasure Island: Donkey Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by ItsBrookeDuh

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Matt grinned to his friend, Carl, even though the day out with both of their mothers, perhaps, was not the one that he would have imagined a few years back. His hair had been lightened to a softer blonde by the summer sun, though it was kept short, all so that he could remain a little cooler in the heat. Pleasure Island was a tropical resort, a well-kept secret, that could only be reached by boat - and, frankly, the four of them had been lucky to get tickets.

Yet Matt had decided to invite Carl's mother and his mother too, his attention slipping towards them more and more in his early twenties, though that was not Matt's fault, not really. It was just where his mind was apt to go, the dreams that had taken hold of him when he'd started looking at his mother, Laura, in a different way.

Maybe it was due to maturing or maybe it was a sexual awakening of a kind, though he found himself enraptured by her blue eyes, her freckles, how they dusted her face. She was shorter than Matt, saying, quite often, that he took after his father when it came to height and the build of his body, but he wasn't around too much. That was why he had grown so close to his mother over the years, sharing a lot with her that, honestly, Matt did not think that he could ever have shared with anyone else.

Well, perhaps Carl. Carl had always been there for him, though it was good to be on the island, to let the cares of the day and week and more slip away, the guys in their swim trunks, comfortable, Carl's mother, Amanda, bringing a big bag with towels. She had always been motherly and Matt, even though he would never have said it aloud, snuck glances at her too over the years, her bright blonde hair like Carl's, though she kept hers short and cutely trimmed around her face. She was taller than Laura, which wasn't hard to do, but Amanda knew how to make her presence known, steadfast and comfortable in herself, the soft curves of her body only one part of what made her who she was.

"Wow, it's fantastic here!" Amanda said, plopping a straw sun hat on her head, lips in an easy smile. "Come on, boys, let's find somewhere to get set up!"

Matt and Carl kept close together, but it was definitely their mothers leading the way, even then, as they fell into line behind them on Pleasure Island, chatting a little, but the day was not supposed to be about anything in particular. Only the relaxation, the particulars of escaping from daily life, though Laura cooed loudly and clapped her hands at the smooth expanses of pristine, white sand, the beach bar, just how everything had been set up.

"Oh, I've never seen water this blue! Matt, Mattie - come see!"

He went obediently, sneaking a look at her legs out of the corner of his eye, raking up the length of her legs as if it was his fingers performing the motion and not his eyes. Of course, he had a bare chest, though he felt a little too conscious of himself and his body as he joined his mother, sensitive to the warmth of her on his side, though she was, at least, wearing a lovely two-piece bikini. That offered his eye other places to land, enjoying the pink of it, how it held her breasts, though he would never, of course not, ever have been bold enough to feel the weight of them in his hands.

It was just a phase, he told himself, even as he shivered and admired her feet, shaky despite the heat of the day. But how could ignore things like that when his mother was as hot as she was? Laura was similar to her, just as drop-dead gorgeous, but he couldn't decide, even in their sandals, which woman's feet he would have preferred, if he'd had any say in the matter. Laura had painted her toenails a soft pink that day, which was most certainly distracting to him, though Amanda was challenging that with her soft, small, delicate toes, how they wriggled on her sandals.

Matt swallowed hard, though the pressure of his shaft rising to attention did not help things, his swim trunks nowhere near enough to hide his length in the hot sunshine. If only he could see her toes pressing into the sand, how the fine, white grains would flow and sift so very lightly between them... Maybe, before the day was out, he would get that lucky.

It was a tourist spot, as they explored the island, adults only, with no children around, though a drink or two helped loosen them up as they sat near a pool with water jets, enough to cool down for a bit. Palm trees and the like surrounded them, swaying faintly in the perfect hint of a breeze, Carl and Matt laughing together, even though Matt couldn't stop his eyes from wandering. Even his friend looked good out there, though he knew that he had to keep those thoughts very much to himself, even though he liked seeing the little bit of muscle in Carl's chest, the curl of darker hair down his happy trail, between his belly button and where it plunged into the waistband of his swim trunks. And even further down too, his feet, how his toes wriggled, sitting back with an easy laugh, his knee jutting out at an angle while he rested the foot of that leg on his opposite thigh, comfortable and easy in himself.

Matt wished he could be that comfortable in himself, but maybe if he kept watching Carl he would be, one day. That was what he hoped, however, soaking up the atmosphere, even as they took a swim, water flowing around them, swimming down a natural channel of water that felt as safe as a swimming pool, branches overhanging and trailing softly in the flow of water out to the ocean.

"Here, Matt..."

His eyes widened, pulling himself out of the water and taking the joint that Carl offered him, though his heart hammered.

"Carl... Is this what I think..."

Carl grinned.

"Yeah! Mom gave it to me! Weed is legal here, can you imagine?"

He couldn't imagine, not having lived somewhere where it was legalised, though none of his friends had ever honestly understood why it was something held as a taboo for so long, to be quite honest. It was something that he could have dug deeper into, but it was far more fun for him to sit on the bank, with some comfortable chairs and cushions that fit the tropical décor, taking hit after hit of the joint that he shared with Carl.

Yet he could relax there, even as his mother and Amanda joined them, alcohol and weed pleasantly dulling Matt's senses, allowing him to feel as if anything was possible. Tiring of exploring, at least for the time being, they relaxed there under the shade of a woven umbrella, the bar nearby and where they could watch the water flowing by, shaded and enjoying drink after drink.

Carl, however, attracted more attention than Matt had expected, though he could not honestly be envious of Carl when he wanted to be one of the ladies crowding around his friend too. At home, they didn't get many eyes on them, but it was a different environment out there - as if the two young men were putting themselves out there, properly for once, for the first time. Matt was set aside, sitting with his mother and Amanda, though he didn't mind too much. It was hard to mind about anything all that much when he had a lit joint in his hand, taking hit after hit, inhaling deeply.

"Mmm..."

What they didn't know that the resort island, so close and yet so far from their city, was something special indeed, something and somewhere where the alcohol and weed was a little more potent than they might have expected. If they'd seen the warning signs, they might have known what they were getting into. But it was not as if those running the island made things like that obvious anyway...

It wasn't that bad for Matt though, even if he wondered what it would be like to have that much attention around him, brushing a hand back a little self-consciously through his blonde hair. He'd only recently broken up with his partner (it had been fizzling out for a while, so it was not all that much of a bad thing, it was the right thing to happen), but he wanted that attention too, on a basic, primal level. Who in the world would not crave touch like that?

Matt shook his head, thoughts wandering, aware of his arousal, how his shaft, once again, threatened to thicken within his swim trunks. Leaning a little further over their small, shared table, listening to his mother and Amanda laughing and chattering, did not help at all, however, eyes drifting to their breasts, how their bikinis showed enough for them still to remain tantalising.

"Aw, don't you worry, Mattie," Amanda cooed, drawing his attention and a blush to his cheeks at the same time. "Carl's always been like that, even when he was a young teen! I'm surprised he hasn't got a girl on his arm at the moment though, with how he is."

Laura chuckled and shook her head, sparing a moment to squeeze her son's shoulder. As relaxed as they were, hanging out near the bar in the shade, the bartender cleaning glasses behind them, no one noticed just how Matt shivered, the little moan he gave under his breath. It was just as well.

"You'll find someone again, Matt," his mom reassured him, but all he could think about was how good it had felt to have her hand on his shoulder, the lingering warmth of her touch making his toes curl. "It won't be long, not for a handsome young lad like you."

"I'm not that young anymore, mom," he grumbled, though there was more heat in his cheeks than there had been before, resisting the urge to rub it away with his knuckles. "Come on..."

She still treated him as if he was younger than he was - but there were, most likely, few mothers in the world that always treated their adult sons just as they were. It was not entirely a bad thing, for he had needed her comfort too after the break-up. But that was not something that Matt wanted to think about right then as he watched Carl throw his head back laughing, passing the joint around the group of six women, everyone sharing as if they had known each other for much longer than they had.

It was still nice to be outside though, he thought, even if he was half trying to convince himself that all was well and fine then, that he was not feeling just a little bit left out. The wind rustled through the trees, palm fronds swaying, and he let them catch his eyes, the chatter of tipsy laughter from their mothers filling the air, a fitting backdrop to a day that was not so bad. No, he should be glad to be there, glad to be in good health, glad to be out and about, at least not working at that time. That was a good thing, yes, even if he had to remind himself of that from time to time too.

However, it should have come to his attention that not all was as it should be when one of the bikini-clad women cosied up to Carl, her hands sliding down his body, the muscle in his chest and the very light definition of his abdominals. Everything seemed to come with a glow to it, though Matt put that down to the alcohol, perhaps seeing everything through the lens of "cocktail goggles" - like "beer goggles" but way better to drink, at least in his opinion. It was not bad, not as he relaxed, aware that there was another joint in his hand even though he didn't know quite where it came from.

But that was okay, he thought, relaxing increasingly, his chair rocking as he adjusted his weight in it. It was a good day, a day where he didn't have anything else at all in the world to worry about, a day where nothing else mattered.

Carl, however, was not thinking even as much as Matt, not as he passionately kissed the woman - Hannah? Was that her name? He almost didn't remember, vaguely aware that he was being watched, that his mother was still there, though he couldn't find it in himself to care. Why worry about things when everything was fine - great, even? It was not right, not as the kiss became sloppier and messier, trading giggles between soft lips, his hands on his hips.

Sliding down his swim trunks came naturally to him, gasping softly in Hannah's mouth (at least, that was the name he was going for there) as his shaft sprang free. He had not even realised that he was so hard! And yet blood rushed to all the right parts of his body as if it had a right to be there, to be so turned on out in public. It would have been wrong, yes, for him to do that anywhere else, but he couldn't stop it, not as her hand grasped his cock, her nails painted.

"Ohhhh, fuck!"

Carl couldn't help himself, grinning at her even as she shot him a sly grin and a wink, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. With a seductive wiggle of her hips, she slid down the length of his body, folding to the ground as he moaned, their shared intent clear.

He didn't think about his mother watching him be so lewd, all with his dick out in public. At an adult-only resort, anything was okay, surely?

It was not a question that lingered in his mind for that long, not as her lips closed around his cock, down on her knees and moaning like a porn star as she took his shaft and the tip into the back of her mouth. Shuddering bodily, Carl moaned, winding his fingers through her hair, though they tightened there, twisting through the strands, rather than stroking. He should have been gentler, he knew that, but he wasn't himself, the lines between reality and a less inhibited one blurring, softening around him.

Maybe those lines didn't even need to exist. Maybe he didn't need to linger there.

Matt laughed and shook his head, though did not react as he would normally have at the sight of the woman sucking off his friend's cock. He wasn't even jealous anymore, only impressed that Carl had been able to score such a hot chick so quickly.

"Damn..." Matt whistled softly, though it was a light, muted sound that hardly carried at all. "I wish I was there... Fuck..."

It wasn't like him to swear, though Matt didn't know which position he wanted to be in: whether Carl's place or down on his knees, doing heaven knew what to his friend. The lines wavered, wanting more, grunting, rocking his hips, forgetting about his mother and Carl's sitting right there opposite him. Even Laura had stopped talking and let out a giggle, not covering her mouth, as she watched her friend's song get what seemed to be the blowjob of his life from a stranger. It was hard to look away, even for them, especially with the "need" to look away having been stripped from all of them without them having even noticed.

They were never meant to notice. No one ever read the fine print on entering Pleasure Island anyway. Few left either. If any.

"Wow..." Laura laughed and shook her head, though it was in admiration. "I didn't know your son had a cock like that, Amanda!"

Amanda smiled proudly, drawing her shoulder blades back as if she really was proud of her son - and she was!

"I know, right?" She all but bragged. "My boy is a real lady pleaser! You can't not be with a dick like that, I bet he'll cum loads for her."

It should have been a warning sign to Matt that something was very much not right there, but all he could do was slump further back, watching how his friend's cock disappeared down into the woman's throat, repeatedly. The lewd slurp and slop of her lips pursing tightly around his cock was all that he could think about, as if his vision was narrowing in more to that scene only, everything else around it fuzzy at the edges.

No... Oh, no. Matt didn't need to focus on anything else, nothing at all, not when that moment was already perfect where it was. Carl groaned and rocked his hips, his hand seemingly loosening in her hair, the thrust and grind of his hips spellbinding, drawing Matt in so that he did not even feel that it could have been possible to look away. Not that he was going to, of course...

There was one thing that he had missed, however, with his laser focus as it was, watching the skin of his friend's cock pull lightly back and forth with the sucking, tugging force of Hannah's lips. And that was that his friend wasn't quite just his friend anymore. Not in the sense that Carl was "more than a friend", but more so that he was no longer simply a man.

Carl leaned over his new friend as he thrust, panting heavily, his cock throbbing too much for him even to stop. His mouth felt blocky, chunky, as if there was suddenly too much in it for comfort, so he let his lips part, jaw hanging open, all for his comfort. Yet what he did not know was that his teeth were growing bigger, chunkier, becoming large incisors, designed for snipping grass. The molars at the back were not much better, too large for his mouth even as his lips stretched too, the feeling of becoming something else slipping over him like a second skin.

But he couldn't be worried, not at all, not when no one else was worried, tongue sweeping over his chunky teeth as the sense of bad breath tickled at the back of his throat. He wasn't going to stop though, oh no, grunting and swallowing and driving on with every pound of his hips. No, no, no, he'd just take a breath mint, yes, before kissing her again, that was a much better idea. Yet even the notion of bad breath being something to be at all embarrassed by was not going to linger with him for all that much longer.

It was better that way.

Matt blinked, feeling as if something was different, though he did not realise that it was the blocky, herbivorous teeth that were slowly protruding more from his friend's mouth - and those of the women surrounding him. His friend, in a way, looked fluffier, though he might have sounded the alarm if he had at all realised that that was the case on the women too, more and more hair in brown and grey covering their bodies, thickening up slowly but surely. However, even if Matt had realised that anything was wrong, it was not as if he was at all in a position to stop anything. He'd drunk the same as the rest of them, after all, and had the same weed. There was no going back, even if they were all still oblivious.

Hm... Matt shook his head, vision a little blurry, a little "glowy", as if he was seeing things through a lens, as if something was changing. I wish... Mm... I could be there, join in. Carl's so lucky.

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Left out in a way, but, frankly, too drunk to care. Wow, he must have had more to drink than he'd realised, Matt thought, though his lips did not seem to move in the way that they should have to allow the chuckle out of his throat. The girls that Carl was with even looked more beautiful the more he looked at them, eyes drifting over their shapely legs, how the skin darkened with something more there.

"Hey, Mattie..."

His mom was the one that drew his attention back to the moment, though Matt could not stop his heartbeat from picking up the moment that their eyes had locked. Oh, he'd known all along that he had had some level of attraction to his mother, but he'd never seen her like that, with large, blocky teeth protruding from her mouth, smiling widely, her lips seeming to stretch even more to show off those gorgeous teeth of hers.

"Your smile..." He mumbled, trying to get the words out, though it was as if he was fumbling over each one, even slurring. "You're...gorgeous..."

Laura chuckled roughly, throatily, and he was suddenly aware that Carl's mother was on the other side of him. The heat of her closed in on his side and her arm was around him in the next moment, Matt sucking in a breath that came straight back out again in a moan, unable to help himself. But that was the case of Pleasure Island, where people ate and drank and smoked to excess, to forget the real world, the woes and the trials that had driven them there in the first place.

"Ohhh..."

He rolled his head back onto Amanda's shoulder, so warm, so comfortable, right where he needed to be. Her bosom pressed to the back side of his arm and he squeezed in even closer to her, loving her touch, wanting even more. He did not even consider that what he was doing, what they were doing, was wrong in any way, not as Amanda rubbed his leg soothingly, his cock swelling with hardness. He could not have contained his need even if he had tried to - and Matt very much was not thinking of anything like that.

His mother pressed in closer to him on the other side and, suddenly, Matt was no longer left out, not as she nibbled softly at his earlobe with her big, dull teeth. Matt moaned and shivered, not knowing which way to go, his hands on them, all over them, though he was barely aware at any given moment just where or what he was touching. All he knew was that it was the best thing ever, a moment that he wanted to stretch on forever, his own mother's lips closing over his own.

He lost himself there, head exploding with stars, his cock achingly hard, every dirty fantasy that he had ever had coming to life. It didn't even matter, not then, that Carl had gotten all the girls there - as long as he had his mother, Carl's mother, their sexy bodies pressed up against him. As he kissed his mother passionately, fervently, as if it was the last moment that he would ever be able to relish in, he felt her mouth move against his, tongues brushing up against one another, though it was harder and harder for it to be a kiss that could be at all controlled.

No... It felt like his lips were too big for his face, at the very least, but that was more than alright. It was not as if Matt cared about anything else as his heart rate escalated, beating harder and faster, squeezing in closer to her. Oh, it was all that he had wanted, everything else falling away, his hands running down her body, finally getting to squeeze and grope her wonderful tits, to feel how heavy and full they were. Why, they were practically spilling out of her bikini top, but maybe that was because his mother's tied strap at the back was coming loose - something that Matt was only too keen to help along.

He tugged it free, whimpering into her mouth, deepening the kiss even as his ears itched, feeling as if they were brushing too much against his hair. It was not something that was enough to get him to stop kissing her, however, tenderly rubbing his thumbs over his mother's nipples, showing her all that he had wanted from her, all that he had lusted of her. Matt, however, couldn't put it into words, not right then, and showed her with his body, following her cues, her moans, as he tweaked her nipples, fingers sliding, as light as a feather, over her perfect body.

Amanda was hardly idle either, her hand sliding between his legs as she brushed his bulge, taking hold of the waistband of his swim trunks and, slowly, sliding them down. It was as if there was no rush at all in the world to it, though they all knew, right then and there, that they wanted each other, his cock springing free in a muddy smear of pre-cum across the tip.

"Oh, what a lovely cock you have..."

Amanda murmured, kissing his neck, sliding down his body, lips caressing every inch of bare skin they met. Yet Matt was the luckiest out of all of them as her lips found his bare cock, tongue swirling around the tip. He whimpered, breaking the kiss with his mother to moan, but Amanda was hardly dissuaded, taking the plunge and sliding her full, luscious lips down over his cock as if it had really been what she'd been waiting for all along.

He groaned, unable to help it, not feeling at all as if he was in his own mind, but he was right where he wanted to be either way. Amanda's mouth just felt so good, so warm, so tight, around his cock, though it felt like his dick was becoming larger and fuller with every throb of blood to it. Damn, he needed to cum so badly, though he wanted more than that, so much more, kissing his mother back breathlessly even as Laura got a mischievous look in her eye.

"I know what my boy likes..."

How she knew was not something that Matt would ever honestly know, not as she clambered up onto the little table, thankfully small and light enough for it to be safe for her up there. Yet she had kicked off her sandals already, her feet fresh and clean and softly scented with her favourite lotion, pressing them together as she offered them to Matt. He did not resist, but moaned openly as he took her delicate, petite feet reverently into his hands, his cock harder than ever. It was only a wonder that he did not cum right there and then as his very own mother allowed him the opportunity to indulge in his greatest fetish, something that he had very rarely even gotten to do with previous sexual partners.

He shivered as he kissed her feet, losing himself in the moment, in the sweet scent of them, how delicate they felt in his hands, how he wanted to press his face to them. His mother giggled as he did so, rubbing his cheek against the side of her foot, though Matt did not catch what she had to say, too caught up to care. It was everything that he had never even dared to dream of, running his tongue up the underside of her foot, over the ball.

He groaned. Oh, it was so smooth, so good to get to feel her feet against him rather than only being able to look, though Matt was grateful for anything that he was given right there and then. She could have done anything that she wanted to him and Matt was sure that it would feel amazing, Laura smiling at him softly and loving, her breasts full and pulling down lightly under their own weight. His eyes didn't know where to land, not with the sun shining down and Carl in the background, groaning and almost braying as he spent his first load into the mouth of the woman that he was with. What was her name again? Ah, it didn't matter, not as his mother tickled his face with her foot and he leaned back in, wanting to pay her all the attention that she deserved.

He might have wondered why she knew just how to tease him like that, but Matt's cock was deep within Amanda's mouth and, frankly, he wasn't thinking clearly, not at all. Maybe he didn't even need to think, not as his ears twitched and pulled all the way up to the sides and the top of his head, high enough that he could feel them pulling lightly back and forth. But there were too many sensations happening, all at once, for him to focus on any single one, dancing between his mother's feet in his hands, toes on his lips, and Amanda sucking down his cock, her bikini top falling off as if the string there too had become loose.

No one noticed that their bodies were transforming, that smooth skin was becoming fluffier, thicker, hairier, their bodies slowly but surely losing their human shape. That was just one of the things that made it difficult for the ladies' bikini tops to stay where they should have been. But clothing rarely stayed on while people were enjoying themselves at the resort, after all. Until, at least, their transformations begun and lust took over, for there was no holding it back, not when it was as overpowering as it was. For those that had both smoked weed and taken part in drinking, well...it was even more potent.

And there was no going back. Not as Matt sucked on his mother's toes, relishing in the moment, in a fetish that he honestly had never thought that he would ever, not even the once, get a chance to play out. And yet the chance was there, the opportunity to try everything, laid out before him, whimpering as he kissed every one of her toes, sweeping his hands over her feet, up the sole to the heel where his fingers massaged tension from her. He saw nothing but her feet, tongue swirling languidly around a toe, taking in every moment, every sensation, even as, slowly, her toes became shorter, stubbier.

That could have been a turn-off, but, frankly, Matt didn't care one bit, not as his cock grew even more sensitive than before, throbbing within Amanda's mouth. She moaned around him as if she was trying to give him even more pleasure, drawing back with a slurp and a dopey grin on her face, holding his cock in one hand as she jacked him off. However, his cock was even larger than it had been before, taking on a different colour, a little greyer, the head wider, flatter, the skin moving back and forth along the length a little more easily. There was even a faint ridge of skin growing around the middle section, where the medial ring, ultimately, would lay. But none of them would have their minds left to them by the time their bodies were all fully formed in that way.

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He noticed some of the changes, a little, but not much, wanting to focus more on how his balls hung low, feeling as if they were swelling into his grey-skinned sack, one that matched his cock. But that did not mean that he didn't want the moment, drawing his cock from Amanda's mouth, though solely because he wanted something else from her.

"Mom... Ohhh..."

He just about managed to get the words out, though they were thick on his lips and in his throat, the table there low enough, if he got up on a chair and knelt over her, for him to guide his cock deliriously into his mother's mouth, loving every second and moaning out loud. Matt didn't know what had gotten into him, but there was no way of stopping himself, wanting everything even more than before, Laura practically drooling around his cock.

Yet his mother's pussy begged his attention too, shoving her bikini bottoms down her legs out of the way, wanting to see her as she naturally was. The hair was present there, thickening softly, though Matt didn't mind that at all as he kissed her mound, tongue slipping down into her pussy, swirling over her clit. His mother moaned and, emboldened, he shoved his tongue into her sex, eating out her hairy pussy with great relish. He was only a little sad that he couldn't worship her feet too while he was doing that, torn between so many kinky things at once that he was greedily overwhelmed.

Amanda groaned, stripping down from her bikini bottoms too, though she put on something of a show for him, sitting in a chair in front of Matt, her fingers plunging into her pussy, two at once. She groaned aloud, spreading her legs apart, though she was no more aware of what was happening to her than anyone else. Maybe the sheer number of cocktails that she had drunk had something to do with that, though she was not worried, no stress and no trouble in her mind at all. And, to Amanda, that felt like a very good way to be.

Groaning into his mother's pussy, Matt tried to keep his mind on what he was doing, but there was so much going on that he couldn't stop his eyes from flicking back and forth, her lips so hot on his cock that he could not bear to rock away from her. He wanted to grind deep, though his position was unstable, over her doggystyle, need powering through, lust rising.

He could not have known that it was only partly manufactured by the drinks and partly by his lust, how it coursed through him, blood pumping, heart beating so quickly that it should have caused him concern. Yet there was nothing there at all that Matt could possibly be concerned about, not as his nose pushed lightly against his mother's hairy pussy, enjoying everything, the sensation, the need, how his cock throbbed inside Laura's mouth. He tried to thrust, but he had to be so careful about it, succumbing to her tongue swirling around and around the head of his cock, drawing him to peaks of pleasure that he had never considered possible before.

Amanda groaned, her hands up, on her son's chest - for not even Carl could stay away forever, moving closer to them still, surrounded by his gaggle of ladies. Not that anyone minded, for it was better for all of them to bustle in closer together, all so that they could enjoy each other's closeness. It was difficult for Carl to leave his ladies, but he did so anyway, even as they pawed at him, all trying to get his attention. It may have been different for them if he had had other guys around too, though they were all fortunate enough there, together, to be in a part of the island where they could devote their attention to each other. Even as they transformed, hair prickling further down their legs, the very beginnings of tails showing, tickling to life from the base of their spines.

Amanda did all that he wanted her to, bending over at the waist with her hands, a little thicker and chubbier, but not in a way that bothered her at all, on her thighs. Carl took the open invitation well in hand, even though his ladies surrounded him, hands all over him as he took his first fuck there, sinking his cock into his mother.

It was the best place for his dick to be, heart surging, glancing at Matt, but Matt was too caught up to even look at him, too busy eating out his mother as Laura moaned around his cock, clearly enjoying an orgasm. Though Matt did not cum yet, not as he fucked her mouth, a man lost in the moment, even though Matt was very much not going to remain a man for all that much longer. That was the way of it, everyone slipping along, going along with it, as if the slide that they had already started falling down was not one that any of them thought that they would be at all able to get off anyway.

Carl did not even know why he thought he should have been able to resist his mother before, anyway, for it seemed silly to him, even then, that he had not fucked his mother before, his cock ploughing deep, her tight sex lightly pulling at him. Her pussy twitched around him, though Amanda was no more in control of her muscles than he felt of his thrusts, instinct taking over, driving in, stroke after stroke. If there was a rhythm to it, it still came with an erratic edge, his thighs quivering and glutes tensing as he drove in, panting heavily.

"Ooff... Mom... Ohhh..."

Amanda moaned out his name the best she could, though she was lost in her pleasure, grinding back on him, though a lot of her attention, even then, was taken up by maintaining her balance, though all of them there would have contorted themselves and put themselves in all manner of strange positions, solely to continue exactly as they were. He ground into her, slapping her buttocks with his hips with every thrust, though Matt panted, needing more, his mother splayed out on the table before her as if there was nowhere else she would have rather been.

Ah, but their lust carried them on and just driving his cock into Laura could not do it for him, oh no. Carl had more than one woman too after his attention, the hands of his ladies sweeping over him, rubbing his shoulders, teasing down his legs, even trying to get at his balls while he thrust. Even though Amanda might have wanted all his attention, Carl had more than just his mother to please, drawing his cock out, glistening with a mixture of his pre-cum and his mother's slick arousal. She moaned his name and he murmured back to her, shifting his weight. His legs no longer quite felt as if they were set in the same way, but that was not of any great importance to him.

Carl, however, had to go back to his ladies, another dropping hard to suck his cock, the need to fuck and thrust overpowering him, licking his lips as he hungrily sought out who next to fill. His mother had been a good start, but he had to satisfy his lusts somehow - all while Matt was left with both Laura and Amanda, both ladies completely at his kinky disposal.

Amanda finally joined his mother on the increasingly shaky table, even though it creaked and shook under their weight. Laura whined and grunted, her legs looking chunkier and out of place, tits losing their form and shape, but he knew just what to do as he blindly thrust, spearing between Amanda's legs.

"Ohhhhhhhnnnnnggghhhh!"

It was not a sound that should ever have come from any kind of human lips and yet Matt's heart surged to hear it, stomping and thrusting, unaware of how much more natural it felt to push up onto his toes. His toes grew harder and harder and he grunted a sigh of relief as they finally became hooves, though there was no sense of concern in him that he now had hooves and not feet, even if he would miss his mother's feet. Amanda's legs wrapped around him, though it no longer seemed at all comfortable for her to lie on her back, the table shaking more and more, even if no one was concerned about it.

CRACK!

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However, not even furniture like that could hold up to horny tourists fucking on it, his cock driving home at the very moment that it gave out, though Matt was too lost in the moment to care. All he needed to do was to thrust and thrust, pounding into her, her pussy openly accepting him, so hot and tight, wrapped around him like the glove of a silken flower. The words didn't make sense in his head, but he fumbled and fussed over them, throwing them away.

Who needed words anyway? Fucking his friend's mother was much better than that, leaning over her, his fingers sticking together, losing his sense of dexterity in them, the feel of her sweet sex griping his cock simply exquisite. He could have stayed there forever, Amanda half on her side, trying to hitch a leg up for him, though no one seemed able to get into a comfortable position at that moment. It didn't quite make sense, but he couldn't pull out, not as his sensitive cock-tip drove deep, seeking out new highs and new pleasures, all within her glorious hold.

His mother, however, was still mostly human, even though his mind registered, dimly, the donkey ears on top of her head, how she had hooves instead of hands. He didn't recall seeing that happen, though Laura still had feet and he loved that, his greedy eyes fixed on them even as his eyes, slowly, shifted to the sides of his head. It meant that he had to turn his head if he wanted to see with both eyes at once, with something of a blind spot still there, but he wanted to keep his attention fixed on his mother's feet, the smooth shape of them. They changed slowly, even as he pleasured himself within Amanda's pussy, the transforming donkey huffing and bellowing, losing words.

Who needed words anyway?

Wait... Had he thought that before? Oh, no matter, not as his mother's feet grew chunkier and chubbier, changing colour, though he would adore her hooves all the same, her body changing as she stood on all fours. Her hocks formed on her back legs, as if she was standing on her toes, arms lengthening so that a four-legged position was more comfortable for her. Matt grunted and leaned over Amanda, though he could not keep fucking her like that, even down on the ground, when her legs were trying to re-form themselves. He was forced to pull out as her body changed, though the donkey scrambled onto all fours more easily, her backside thrust up for him, even as her buttocks became hindquarters.

That was something that Matt was more than keen to plunge back into, his eyes on her velvety pussy, even as it slowly tugged into the teardrop shape of a donkey's sex. Ah, that was better, so much better, having him grunting and stomping and thrusting on to that rush of a sweet high. He did not even consider drawing out his pleasure, not even knowing that it was his best friend's mother that he was fucking, eyes sliding to Carl, who seemed to be rather donkey-like too, even if still on two legs. He wanted him too, lusting with every thrust as he bellowed his orgasm, braying, lips thick and rubbery, though better for other things.

"Heeee-haaaawww!"

A donkey didn't have to worry about one orgasm or the other, after all, though his cock ached for more, needing it, barely even aware of one climax ended as he longed for the next. He had to have it all, one way or another, lust taking hold, cock dripping with a combination of Amanda's juices and his cum as he pulled out. Without a second thought, he mounted his mother, his back long and flat, neck stretching as his head slowly transformed. Yet it was with his cock buried in his very own mother's pussy that he got to feel her pussy transform around him, pulling and milking at him, how it grew looser and yet with greater muscular control at the same time.

Laura grunted and rocked back against him, standing on four hooves, her face stretching and elongating, matching her son in transformation as if her body was racing to keep up with him. Yet her pussy pulled and tugged around him as her urethra pulled neatly within her folds, though her sex was forced to strain around him, surely to be left in a light gape when her son pulled out. Of course, she knew that it was her son fucking her under the sunshine, soft ground under her hooves, but she didn't care, not as her eyes grew duller and duller, losing her sense of self, everything that, as a woman, had made her who she was, had made her "her" as a person.

But who needed that, not as Matt thrust and ground, bellowing and grunting, seeing only a donkey before him, her quivering ears, the short, upright mane bristling down the length of her neck. Nothing was needed, not other than raw sensation, more donkey than human and rapidly approaching being a full donkey, a mindless beast. No one there knew that that was a common phenomenon on the island, even though visitors were warned about it, though the jury was out on whether the visitors would have continued with their visit even if they had been made aware more openly.

It was by the by... No one ever came back to complain, after all, about being transformed into donkeys!

Carl, however, was far from idle during Matt's liaison with Laura and Amanda, even though he could not quite understand what was happening to him. He'd gotten off once, but, when he pulled his dick back out of the woman's mouth, it didn't look quite the same, a little wrinkled and bigger too, taking on a dark grey tone. And it did not soften all the way either, leaving him stomping and grunting, his cock swelling with every beat of his heart.

The women clustered around him, though they did not seem to know what to do with him, their faces bigger, noses round as if they were the end of snouts, though Carl only giggled at the absurdity of it all. He just couldn't think of anything else but how good his cock felt as it swelled, growing longer, up to nine inches, ten inches, longer still, a thick medial ring showing in the middle while the head itched to be flatter, more swollen.

"Mmmmmnnnghhhh!"

It was not a human noise that left his lips, Carl trying to close his hand around his cock, though he seemed to be having more trouble with that than expected, his hands thick and clunky, harder spots at the ends of his fingers. He didn't seem to have nails anymore, but Carl did not mind that, not as his spine stretched and stretched, something pulling out from the base of it and swinging against the back of his legs. He scratched his fingers, even as they retreated into hard hooves, made up of the same thing as fingernails, through the thicker, roughly fur on his stomach, though it did not raise any alarm in him. It could not, not when his cock swelled into that flat cock tip, drooling pre-cum, throbbing with every pump of blood around his body, no longer the shape that a man would have - but who the hell cared about that anyway?

He pushed up onto his toes, hooves forming where his feet had been, bones cracking and re-aligning, though everything was so pleasant that he did not care. If it felt good, it could not be bad, though Carl did not even have to reason with it. Maybe it was the sheer amount of weed he had had or the number of drinks - or perhaps it was the weight of his growing ball sack.

That part of his body did not grow covered in hair, but smoothed down into bare, exposed skin, a grey sack that filled out rapidly with a pair of weighty balls. They dragged the skin of the sack down so that each ball was defined in it, the half-transformed man grunting and stomping, though it was harder and harder for him to remain upright. No matter, he thought dimly, though his thoughts were harder and harder to retrieve, feeling the pressure of the ground up through his hooves, the heat of it radiating through from his sensitive hooved feet. No... No matter at all about remaining upright. Not when his cock felt so hard, wanting another pussy to sink into, to mate, to breed, his sack churning, even the whisper of air against his velvety nuts making him want to cum.

His body was never meant to be like that, not as he focused his eyes on one of the women, hairy with big, upright ears just like him. He staggered towards her, her eyes blank and soft even with her backside turned towards him, half bent over a chair, a ropey, brown tail swinging back and forth behind her. Carl knew then what was happening, that it was a woman becoming a donkey before him, but he could not find any reason in himself to panic about that. It just didn't make sense to, as if it would have been weird for him to even push back and consider that it was his right to fight against it.

It was his fate, he thought, even as he mounted the transforming woman, his tail swishing back and forth, the fluffy tip prickling into existence, his whole body covered in hair, a thick coating of it. Just like that, it was no longer natural for Carl to stand on two legs, becoming a quadruped, just as he had always been supposed to, snorting and grunting, braying like the beast he was. Words were lost to him and yet he gave it all away freely as his new cock plunged deep into the jenny donkey, her cries echoing across the resort.

Her body ached for him, rippling and pulling around his cock, her pussy transforming, though he didn't really register it. He was only a donkey, memories slipping away, though he recognised another jack donkey nearby. Well, he didn't look fully like a donkey, not yet, but Carl's heart leapt to see Matt transforming too. Oh, that was such a good thing, yes! He'd have a friend there with him, yes, someone else who could join in with him fucking all the donkey jennies!

They would need a lot of cock and Carl was determined to take his pleasure with them, grinding in deeply, enjoying the succulent feel of a hot pussy claiming his cock. The donkey under him may have only been partially transformed, clinging to the chair as if for dear life, needing some kind of support, but she would learn soon enough, he was sure, all on how to stand on four legs, all on her own.

She would need to, to support his weight as a donkey, though some of the others didn't seem as happy about their transformations as he was, as his family was - that was, of course, if he could consider both of their mothers and Matt too as family. He did, of course, no doubt in his mind about it, for he had spent his life with them. And wasn't that what made a family?

He could not remember his early days, only knowing that he had been around them, that he was close to them, that they all made him feel safe. That was good enough for Carl, grunting as he thrust even more powerfully into the donkey under him, eyes fixed on her, her quivering ears, even nipping playfully at her mane and the back of her neck. He could not be worried, not even as the others, in various stages of transformation, tried to rub the fur from their bodies, even spreading their legs with grunting shrieks when their pussies transformed too, some mottled with very faint pink as well as the grey.

Some of the donkeys with Carl snorted and grunted, eyes wide and wild, their transformations complete as donkeys or very nearly there - at least so much that they could. And that was enough for them as they brayed and bellowed and fled the scene, panicking. The sapience of human life would fade from their eyes in time, but the process could be a little slower for those that were not as intoxicated by Pleasure Island substances before indulging themselves. The end result, of course, would always be the same.

There was no going back from being transformed into dumb donkeys whether they liked it or not.

Matt grunted, poised back on top of his mother, the two of them fully donkeys as their transformations settled over them, like a body that they had always been meant to take on. With his cum dribbling from her sex, Amanda was not to be left out, of course, licking his balls, nuzzling into them, her broad, fleshy tongue caressing her orbs. Matt's heart pounded, thrusting harder and faster, wilder with every passing moment, grinding in, though it was no one's pleasure that he was even thinking of. All he knew was instinct, how it clawed at him, dragging him on, telling him that he was doing the right thing, that he had to fill her, fill the lovely donkeys, mate with them repeatedly until they were fat and round with his offspring.

Matt groaned, licking his lips as Amanda tongued his tail hole too, her tongue even wriggling into it, though it was fresh and clean, even if a little musky with his natural scent. That was all well and good, however, for he was there in his element, the jenny tonguing his fleshy hole, running her tongue around it, again and again, as if she was simply fascinated by his body. Matt didn't mind what she did, as long as it felt good to him, pressing on, thrust after thrust, cramming the heady length of his cock deeply up into his mother's tight donkey pussy.

It was where he belonged, where he needed to be, ejaculating deep inside his mother, relishing in sensation. It could have been considered an overload, even as life faded from his eyes - the human side of him, anyway. He'd already lost his memories, even if he'd known that the donkey he was fucking was his mother, but the rest of him dulled, his mind slipping away, spurt after spurt of cum sealing the deal for him. Matt wouldn't know that it was what he had smoked and drank that had done it for him, that had rendered Carl and his new friends, their mothers - all of them - dulled from their human lives.

But who would have wanted to go back to that anyway? Not Matt, not as he spent his seed inside his mother, driving deep until his cock softened and he slipped out, dismounting with a grunt. He lipped curiously at his mother's backside, as if he had not known what he'd just done, but, that time, his cock softened quickly, drooping under his belly, his balls spent, at least for the time being. There was nothing more, at least then, for him to do, merely settling down with Laura and Amanda, even if he did not know the names of the donkeys anymore. They were just friends to him, though he felt a natural affinity to his mother, as if he was more connected to her than any other there.

And, so, the day of transformations came and passed, just as it always did.

The employees of the resort, of course, were more than used to everyone turning into donkeys. They did sort of find it strange that there were so many that wanted to take part of the transformations, leaving their old lives behind forever, but that was not for them to worry about. Of course, they were only there to work a job and they were not there to question what it was that others wanted.

Still, the donkeys had to be taken care of by the staff, curses and stumbling as they chased after the wilder of the donkeys, until everyone was corralled and herded together, everyone who had been on Pleasure Island that day having become donkeys. They had a place, of course, a farm deep within the mainland where the grass was rich and the mountains rose commandingly in the distance, tipped with snow in the cooler months - and that was where the donkeys went. After all, even though they had lost their human bodies, they couldn't just be left to laze about for the rest of their lives.

Oh no... Sent out to the farm, far, far away, to live out the rest of their lives, they were set to work in the fields, pulling ploughs, hitched to carts, some even made to give rides to children that came there to visit for holidays. There were camps there, though they were kept away from the active, breeding pairs of donkeys, for there was plenty of manual work for the donkeys to do in the meantime, of course.

And they had plenty of hard labour, though Matt did not know, as a donkey, that the pretty jenny that he had impregnated was his mother. Her belly grew rounder and rounder, over the months they were together, until she could not work at all and had to take her time to birth a gorgeous, healthy foal.

He greeted them over the fence, his ears pricked and nose twitching, sharing breath with them, with short, sharp puffs of air. Even though Matt's eyes were the dull ones of a donkey, no longer possessing the human mind that he once had, he still knew, purely by instinct, that the donkey there, the little one, that he was his son.

She was his mate, his partner, and the little one his foal. They were everything they needed, just him and her, together.

Carl often was turned out with other donkeys, kept as a breeding jack, though all the males there were allowed to be intact, still having their balls. There was rarely a time that he was not surrounded by needy jenny donkeys, all flagging their tails and swinging them to the sides for him, showing off their plump, winking sexes, all in an attempt to lure him to mount them first, always them. They didn't know why they did it, per se, but he was a fine, attractive jack and they knew that instinct drove them to do it. So, they did. In time, Carl would be known as their most dominant, prominent breeding donkey, even sent out to stud for them, for his seed was simply that virile.

His mother, Amanda, was often alone at the farm, but that was okay for her, a quieter life, though she did carry a foal too, from time to time. The weight of her pregnancy made her great belly sway back and forth as she grazed, lipping at the short, tough grass, though donkeys did not need all that much grass, so their grazing was often on the bare side. But she had more than enough to satisfy her in life, getting to spend time with her son and even letting the nice, grey jack that was with the other female, who was about the same age as her, Laura, mount her. Even if there was no way for her to know, it was Matt who had impregnated her too.

Maybe the next one would be her son's foal, however, allowing her to add to the herd of donkeys, the beasts of burden sent all over the world, for they were the best breeders and the most hard-working of all donkeys, almost lacking their natural stubbornness while keeping the resilience. It was all as they needed, just for the donkeys, a simple kind of life, but that was everything that they could ever have wanted.

For those transformed on Pleasure Island, their old lives were nothing but a dream.

And sometimes not even that.