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Feeling dejected, not for the first time in recent days, Troy turned off his phone, not even caring if there was a chance he would eventually get a call. It was far past the point of expecting a callback, anyway. Troy didn't want to delete the woman's number, just in case. But, the numbers were starting to pile up in his phone, each one a smoldering ember of hope fading with each passing day.

The dejection was nothing new, of course. Troy had been on the dating scene for the past few years now, never finding anyone willing for a second date, much less someone to settle down with. Not for lack of trying, he was obsessed with dating sites, spending hundreds of dollars on fees just to be rejected by all the premium members on the pages he used. All for naught, given that he was lucky to have even a few first dates, never leading anywhere. Not that Troy was a creep, far from it. A little desperate, perhaps, but hardly the worst man on such sites, he was sure. He had to be desirable to someone, right?

Getting up and heading to the bathroom, Troy stared at his face in the mirror for a few moments, laminating the visage staring back at him. He was overweight, flabby belly, and jowls the result of his pathetic job. He'd held the same position for ten years now, never advancing anywhere in the company, being passed up for promotion by new employees year after year. Truly a pathetic man, one of the millions on the planet overlooked by anyone of the opposite sex.

Looking out into the clear evening, Troy felt a tear running down his face, making him feel even weaker and more pathetic than he had in recent memory. He gazed up at the night sky with longing, doing his best to stem his self-hatred and hoping for what he could have. Why didn't Troy deserve the things that everyone around him received? Why couldn't he find a life partner, someone to share things with, hell, even someone to get him laid?!

A wish passed his lips then, one that shocked him before the words left his mouth. "I wish I was a hot piece of ass..." Troy muttered, looking at the sky and almost sure a star streaked across in time with the whisper from his lips. Like a shooting star to make a wish on...

With that, a sense of tingling overcame him, as though he had been in the presence of an electrical source. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket, all his hairs rising from his skin and sending shivers through his body. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed, but even getting up and trying to shake his body free of it could not eliminate the sensations. If it didn't stop soon, Troy felt he needed to scream!

And just like that, the tingling stopped, Troy feeling numb in the afterglow but overall returning to his senses. It was bizarre, though no name or source existed for what he had experienced. It was as though his wish was being answered, the timing of the event too close to be a coincidence. But then again, wished on stars never got answered, right?

Chastising himself for such foolishness, Troy got into bed, falling fast asleep almost instantly for once, not plagued by all the depressing thoughts that usually troubled him. Always internally tired, Troy felt he was getting a decent night's sleep for the first time in forever, so deep that he did not even dream. Waking up without even his alarm, Troy opened his eyes to the warm sunlight through his curtains, feeling a sense of refreshment he had not known since childhood. It was as though he was reborn a new man and even his previous depressive episode could not dissuade the mood he found himself in. Hell, it was almost as though he could go out and conquer the world!

Usually grabbing something quick from a fast food joint for breakfast, the idea of his usual breakfast sandwich made his stomach turn. The meat, in particular, left him queasy simply to even think about. Why such was the case, given his fondness for them in general, left him confused. The greens that he had stacked his fridge with, to eat better and diet, were more in line with what he was craving. Though many times he ended up throwing many of the veggies away in waste, this time, the notion of a salad made his mouth water. Going with his gut, Troy made himself breakfast, gorging himself with a sizable salad. Hungry as he was, it was everything he could do to mix the greens without eating them raw. He didn't even bother using any dressing!

Burping rather contently, Troy made his way into his bathroom, taking in a doubletake at the sight of his naked chest in the mirror. Never the hairiest of men, Troy was surprised to see that a rather sizable patch of hair in the shape of a treasure trail over his belly and toward his neck. Usually never having to shave more than once or twice a week, the amount of facial hair over his cheeks was sizable, enough that the itching was bothering him. Yet, the sight of it looked rather fetching, all in all. He wasn't more handsome, necessarily, but it was rather nice, something he figured he would keep.

Taking his pants off, Troy found the treasure trail was not limited to the base of his bulbous stomach and that the carpet indeed matched the drapes. It was strangely wiry, not as curly as he recalled it to be. However, the cock it housed soon took precedence, its flaccid state not the same size as he recalled. And, though it was hard to tell with how dark the hair was, his foreskin seemed a darker black and ran over his cock in a way that the man's penis never looked before. Of course, it had been some weeks since he had played with himself to look. Maybe he was just pent up?

That notion came with it the urge to touch himself, one he decided to take within the shower. With the extra time to tend to it before work, his cock came to erection rather quickly, signaling his need. Hands encroached around a cock that was a little larger than he recalled, though it was a moot point with how long it had been since last he had gotten into the mood and touched himself. It excited him to think his member might be larger, or at least seem to be. And the extra body hair was rather fetching, making Troy feel more masculine than he ever had. With such stimulation, he didn't even require external porn to get off. Even thoughts of women he'd seen were a distant second to the arousal from the awareness of his whole body!

"Ohhh...oohhh fuck...HAWWW!" Troy called out, a strange noise from his mouth not deterring the orgasm as he unloaded all over his shower, cum puddling down the drain in thick spurts. The sheer amount would have concerned him, had Troy not been so pent up for so long. Still, shockwaves of pleasure washed over his form, making him shake and almost collapse in the warm water.

Even over the pleasant tingling from the afterglow, a slight ache in his backside made Troy think something was pressing against his tailbone. Reaching back, there was a slight bump, as though his tailbone had distended somewhat. It was weird, though quickly forgotten with the pleasure he had just experienced, even as it rubbed against his underwear uncomfortably. More urgent, it seemed his shirt was a little tighter around his gut, as though he had put on a few extra pounds. He should have lamented the realization, though couldn't manage to let him bother him too much, given how pleasant he found the extra body hair. And there was something to be said for his arms being tighter in the sleeves, as though they'd grown wider and had put on some bulk in the right spots for once.

Remembering that he had not turned on his phone yet, Troy picked it up, noticing a notif in his DM's that he had not been expecting. It seemed he had gotten a message from one of the girls on a dating app, wanting to get to know him, perhaps for dinner. Troy stared at the message for a moment in disbelief. After months of being without, he actually had a date! Troy couldn't respond fast enough, and after a quick back and forth, it seemed that she was not only down to meet for dinner, but she was freetonight.

All through the day, Troy was unable to think about anything else. The odds it was a scam or a trick were high, but with his current mood, it seemed nothing in the world could slow him down. Though the anticipation resulted in his work output being down and a scolding from his boss, Troy could hardly bring himself to care with his excitement for the coming evening. After all, he had a date, the hope for something more, and the confidence to take on the world.

All day, the persistent itching kept getting to him, making him need to stop and scratch constantly. It seemed not only to be centered in his chest and belly but was spreading over his legs, arms, and even his back. Hell, checking in the mirror a few times revealed a beard thicker than the one he had looked at before heading out. Something else in the reflection seemed a little off, though it took some thought to really place what was wrong. Maybe his ears were a little pointed? That seemed impossible, surely. Maybe he didn't notice it before? That had to be it. Still, it didn't stop the persistent itching and the tightness overtaking his clothing. And, worst of all, the thing below his tailbone just wouldn't stop aching!

None of it was enough to deter his excitement, however, wondering if perhaps he was sick but figuring if he called out of the date, he wouldn't manage to get another one. So Troy forced himself to get out and dressed, pulling his pants over the growth and ignoring the tightness. Though his stomach was larger and more flabby, his arms seemed thicker with muscle, enough that it looked like he had been to the gym as of late. How that happened in his office job, Troy couldn't say, but there was something rather impressive about the visage in the mirror. Surely, his date would be too!

Yet, it was obvious even in the first few minutes of the date things were not going to work out. The woman, whose name Troy missed upon introduction, wasn't bad looking, by all standards. Yet, he couldn't focus on her, thinking something was off or unattractive about her appearance. It wasn't noticeably evident, simply that Troy couldn't find the desire to pay attention to her. He did his best to keep up with her conversation, but his mind kept drifting toward other mental images. In particular, one of the men in the office that Troy had worked with but never noticed before. Almost as though he wished a man was here with him now...

It was more than simply his lack of attention that led to his date's eventual action. Though he was starving, the main courses on the menu did not seem to appeal to him, Troy craving something as tasty as the salad he'd made that morning. That being the case, Troy took forever to decide, ending up getting only an appetizer salad, much to the chagrin of his date. And when it was presented to him, the smell was so much that Troy couldn't help but dig in, eating with gusto and chewing as loudly as an animal. Worse, his guts felt overly bloated, leading to a series of uncontrolled belches escaping his mouth, followed by an unexpected bout of flatulence. It shouldn't have been a surprise when the woman got up, looking a little disgusted and leaving a bill on the table to cover her drink.

"Where are you goinEEEHHHAAAWWW!?" Troy tried to call out, though a strange inflection cut into his voice, and he closed his mouth quickly, not wanting to bring further attention to it. Though the sound caused some heads to turn, Troy figured it was best to leave it at that, unable to do so discreetly.

The more Troy reflected on it, the more he figured it was for the best. He simply had no interest in the woman, not in her appearance or who she was as a person. And the more Troy thought about women in general, the more he realized that he felt no arousal at all. Perhaps he had simply been gay the entire time? The notion would have bothered him some time ago. Yet, there was no denying the urges for the male form, now at the forefront of his thoughts, were powerful, something he could not get out of his mind. Or his cock, the size of it stretching his underwear tightly! He had no choice but to tend to the need, even if he had cum not only this morning.

Lying down on his bed reminded him of the growth on his backside pressed painfully into the mattress as he did so. Getting up, he was prompted to pull down his pants, touching the protrusion and feelings its contours. It was clearly a little longer than even this morning, almost an inch if his fingers could be believed. Other than some sort of rapidly forming illness, Troy couldn't fathom any cause for the development. He wanted to look at it in the mirror to determine its source. Yet, the more he played with it, the more it seemed to turn him on, to the point that his leaking cock demanded attention. Why such a growth was doing it for him escaped Troy's reasoning, but there was no denying that reality!

Getting back on the bed on his side this time, Troy undid his pants and pulled out his cock, hit with a wave of sweat and musk that did not befit the exertion he'd put out today. Still, there was no ignoring his lust as his cock flopped out of his zipper, almost painfully tight. Embarrassed, Troy put it back in, taking his pants off all the way and getting an even bigger whiff of male stink. Though it was reminiscent of a little bit of a barn, it turned him on more than anything he recalled in recent memory.

Within a few moments, Troy figured he was at full erection, cock straining at the bit and far thicker than he had been. His member had grown larger than even earlier today, Troy was sure, and it seemed to be even more so as he started to stroke. Though Troy could hardly find fault with it, especially since stroking it gave him so much pleasure. It was getting impossible for him to hold back, wanting to get off as quickly as possible. He needed it in the worst way, as though he hadn't just touched himself this morning but rather some months ago!

Yet, the more his cock grew, the more it started to discolor, as though the blood rushing through it was having a bizarre effect. In some spots, it seemed to darken even more, almost black and looking bizarrely out of place on his penis. Though the more he regarded it, the more he found it...hot? Was that the right term? Regardless his lust was now at a premium, and there was as little chance of him holding back. And why should he, horny as he was?

"Ohhh yyeeHHHHAAAWWW!" Came that same inflection as earlier, though Troy was hardly aware of it, the force of orgasm blowing through him and causing him to erupt all over his chest and groin. Though with such a cock, how could bring himself to care about the shape of his penis?

Sleep came quickly, as did dreams of men and their cocks. Though he hardly dreamed so vividly, he was sure the arousing images within his mind were of men, and his cock was powerfully erect, shooting several loads all over him as he did so. There was something else about the dream, the man changing into something larger, more suited for a cock the size he possessed, but Troy could hardly comprehend what it was, lost in the lust as he was. Waking up with the scent of cum in his nose, Troy was sure of his sexuality, confident that he should change his dating profile, and wondering what such an interaction might take. Certainly, the size of his cock might do something for a potential suitor!

The hunger in his gullet was enough to eventually rouse him from bed, and Troy was disappointed to find that he had eaten all the veggies in the house. He would have to make a grocery run on the way home, he was sure and was thus left to suffer as he got ready for work. Though looking out the window, the sun rising over the lawn of his apartment landed on some lush-looking green grass, enough to make his stomach rumble. Troy could hardly imagine doing something so brazen but damn if the sight of it didn't make his mouth water! He was worse than a hungry farm animal in his desire!

With that, Troy reluctantly got into the shower to wash the cum from his body. Even with the size of his gut, larger than it was even last night, Troy was able to see what had become of his member. He didn't have the time to jerk off, even with the sexual stamina he seemed to possess. And, his foreskin seemed to be much wider, enough to take his cockhead within it even as it sat on his groin. Rubbing the inside of it sent shivers through his body and a few whickers through his lips. Strangest still, it seemed to trigger a motion from the growth on his backside, though he was still unsure as to that thing's purpose. It was able to move of its own accord, sending a shiver through his spine as it did so.

Yet, it was difficult to continue worrying about the mysterious growth as he got out of the shower, rubbing his skin to dry himself off. It was evident his body hair had grown thicker in the interim, and trying to dry himself off left him struggling to get through the thickness of the hair. Grayish hair had not only thickened along his treasure trail and groin but seemed to have poked up all over his back and chest as well, shorter there but still present. Catching on the towel made it impossible to dry, and their wet state seemed to waft a peculiar scent in the air, one that he could scarcely recall where he'd smelled something like that before.

Though it made him uncomfortable, he worked through it, trying to get his clothes on for the day. The tightness of his uniform had somehow increased, as though he had spent the last four years drinking at the level of a college frat boy. It was impossible for him to pull it on with a gut so bulbous, so thick. While there was fat there, to be sure, it was buried under a layer of muscle that he couldn't help but rub with a sense of reverence. His arms, massive as they were, left him elated as well, even as they tore through the stitching in his effort to get them on. It was more than a gym membership could manage to grant him, and Troy was far too tempted to check out one of the local haunts to see how much power his altered body had managed!

In the end, with his belly so massive, Troy had little other choice than to put on something more flexible underneath. Even his stretchiest house clothes could not cover his body in its current state and were powerfully uncomfortable against the newly grown hair. And, the confinement of the growth behind him was irritating, though he tried to bear it as best he could. It was of little matter in the end. Not with all the other changes to his body, more masculine and sexy than at any time he could recall in his life!

A cursory glance in the mirror made him do a double take, the reflection not quite right to his periphery. His nose was red and leaking, nostrils flared, and closer to his upper lips than Troy recalled. Cheeks already chubby, they seemed even more protruded, almost pushing out of his face somewhat. And his teeth were dirty, gums splotchy with no amount of brushing able to get rid of the supposed dirt. His efforts left his gums bleeding, and Troy decided to stop for now, not sure what to do save for a dentist visit.

Work went even more poorly than the day before. His boss immediately chastised him for his poor garb, far beneath their usual dress code. Troy was nearly sent home for his attire and his subpar performance. Worse, Troy felt bloated and gassy all day, having to make several trips to the bathroom that kept him from his desk. And, starving as he was, Troy ordered a plethora of veggies from local take-out restaurants for lunch, not bothering to add the dressings and toppings and just munching down on the greens until he was finally full enough to feel contented.

Despite the trepidation over his more unusual features, with all the muscles he seemed to have gained overnight, Troy couldn't get his mind off going to the gym that evening. Having to get new clothes to fit his stature anyway, he decided to pick up some workout attire. Feeling oddly energized, Troy was ready to head to the gym directly after, filling his belly with greens from the store and buying some to do him for what Troy hoped would be the next few days. He was just so hungry as of late!

This gym was new to him, something he had visited in the past but not in some years. Lack of motivation to get rid of his flabby gut was a part of it, having no luck with the opposite sex even before he'd let himself go. Though he could certainly afford it, and at the late hour, he was thankfully able to have most of the place to himself, only a couple of other guys working out but getting ready to leave for the night. With that, he was offered his own personal trainer to help him, giving him some idea of what would be good exercises to start with. Something about the trainer had Troy enamored, finding the well-built guy hot as hell. He wasn't sure how he knew, but Troy was certain the man was gay, or at least more into men than women. Be it a scent in the air or simply some unknown instinct, Troy figured the man was a good target for his new inclinations. He wanted to get to know that guy in a more intimate way as much as he wanted to try out his newfound strength!

The man, whose name was Jake, looked at Troy with a bit of confusion. Troy was staring, after all, and there was a noticeable erection in his loose pants, even with a damp stain to match. Yet, the more that Troy stared, lust in his expression, it seemed as if a layer of confusion crossed his features, his nose flaring like detecting a strange scent in the air. Troy, too, was taking in a similar odor, one of arousal not only from himself but from the man, even stealing a glance down to notice a slight bulge in the other man's pants. Though it should have been impossible for a guy to be into him so soon upon meeting, like a fantasy come true, it seemed he was just as erect for Troy as Troy was for him. And why not? After all, Troy was a hot piece of ass...

Eager to further enthrall his potential suitor, Troy got onto the weight benches and started doing reps, with Jake moving to spot for him. "Not too bad. Come here often?" Jake teased, and Troy felt his cock going into overdrive, almost painful in his pants. It felt like it could burst forth at any moment, and he almost wanted it to, not really caring that the two of them were technically in a public place. Still, for now, Troy continued his reps, lifting up and down as Jake gently added another few pounds to the bar. Even the added weight was barely an inconvenience, prompting him to lift faster to enjoy the body that he now possessed. Even his bulbous gut, muscled as it was, could hardly make him lament the changes to his physique. Especially with a man who clearly thought Troy was a hot piece of ass!

All the while, Troy found the sweaty odor of the other man's male musk was really doing it for him, even if the man should have been relatively clean, being the one to do the spotting. It seemed Troy's presence was having the same effect on him, so much so that he was sweating profusely. The scent had Troy's cock snaking out of his pants, almost drooling into the warm air of the gym. He was powerfully erect, cock bobbing up and down as though preparing to shoot his load from the slightest provocation. All it took was the sensation of his shorts tightening over the tip, leaving Troy to bray out with an asinine "HEEEEHHHHAAAWWW!" as his cock shot several busts of warm sticky cum in the air, some of it getting on the other man in the room with him.

Yet, rather than being disgusted, the man lapped up some of the cream, lust gleaming in his eyes. His own cock was quickly pulled out as well. Troy's was still as turgid and ready to go as it had been before the premature ejaculation. It looked like his first spurt had given Jake a taste for his cum! If only the man had some long ears...maybe a muzzle...wait, where had those thoughts come from?!

Still, what he did have before him was more than enough to sate his sexual appetites. "Oh fuck...we can't...why do I...fuck it..." Jake managed to croak out, and he prompted Troy to move further down on the bench so the bar was no longer in the way. Crawling onto the bench himself, Jake pulled Troy's cock out of his confinement, preparing to take him in a 69 position. Though the sight of the meat that flopped out of Troy's crotch should have startled him, a heavy whiff of musk did him in, and he started sucking with gusto, trying to match the tempo of the larger man.

Troy could hardly be bothered to notice the alterations to his cock, giving in to the urges playing over his mind since yesterday. If he had any doubts about his sexuality, they were quelled with the very real lust from being sucked off by the handsome, well-built man. The tension in his balls built pleasantly even as Jake struggled with the size of his meat. Though he had never sucked cock in his life, the action seemed natural to him, and it took it inside his mouth, lapping and slurping with enthusiasm. The man was leaking profusely, and despite his inexperience, Troy found he wanted to take a faceful of cum right there!

Yet, something was wrong. Had he been in a better mindset, Troy might have noticed that the cock currently being sucked was still growing, now far larger than it should have been. In fact, it was more so than what Jake could take, and Troy could see the black member sliding out of the man's lips, saliva leaking from his lips from the efforts. His jaw was opening almost painfully in his effort to suck Troy's member, and by the look on his face, it seemed he would not be able to hold out much longer. How had Troy grown so large, especially when his own lips were taking the man's so easily!? Didn't only farm beasts have members so large...?

It was more than its size drawing images of barnyard beasts. The sweat hanging cloying to his skin was more reminiscent of a barn than the gym. His face and lips were large enough he was sucking against the man's groin, pulling him in but having to be careful around surprisingly blocky teeth. And the growth in his pants was starting to strain him, not only from its confinement but from being flattened by his expansive ass.

But none of that was sufficient to deter their lust for each other. Though the man was struggling in their 69 position, Troy's lips had a tight grip on the man's penis, milking it for all it was worth. Jake's end was coming faster now, cock throbbing in Troy's mouth as though preparing to blow. Troy sucked with fervor, and Jake let go of the cock in his mouth to cry out "Oh fuck!" Troy was granted a mouthful of cum, the flavor daunting by not too much that he could gulp it down. Part of him could never have imagined doing such a thing, but in the heat of lust, he wanted to suck off this man as much as he needed to be sucked off in turn. And drinking down the man's cum simply grew his arousal to new heights!

"Oh Fuck...that was...what's wrong with your cock...I mean...so hot...can't...fuck..." Jake managed to moan, though, despite his hesitance, he continued to lick and suck around the inhuman cock like a tasty treat.

Troy wanted to look up to see his cock, feeling its contours off and its sensitivity far more potent than anything he could imagine. Jake's words were concerning, as was the size of his cock, too large for a man to suck properly what surely hadn't been that impressive before. But with the pleasure the other man was granting him, and the flavor of cum on his own lips, there was nothing else Troy could focus on other than his oncoming orgasm, massive balls swelling and prepping to blow their burden.

"OHHH HHEEEEHHHHAAWWWW! HHHEEEHHHAAAWWW!" Came the bestial bray as Troy felt his cock going into orgasm for the second time. No matter how much Jake seemed to want to suck him off, it was obvious the member's head and the sheer force of semen launching into the air was far too much. With that, Jake took a massive wad of cum in his face, licking some up with a hazy expression before eventually getting up to wipe the rest off with a nearby towel. Troy felt such pride in how his stamina matched who he had always wanted to be!

As though waking from a dream, Troy made his way home, not entirely sure what happened that night and having a hard time thinking it was real. He could still taste the semen on his breath from his lover's cock, though his lips were left rubbery and numb. And then there was the bestial bray he had let out without thinking. What was that about!? The sound was so familiar and felt so right at the time. Did he always sound like that? Why shouldn't he?

Of course, there was the fact that his cock was not human. There was no denying that. Even if he could try to will away the rest of the changes, his member looked more like something a farm beast would possess, not a human. And then there was that odd bump behind him, one that sat above what now felt like a very exposed pucker. Surely, no medical ailment could explain that! But with how simply hot the changes were, it was hard to muster further concern, especially with the fatigue he felt, and Troy passed out in his bed, the stench of cum and musk lulling him into a deep slumber. He was sure he was rolling around in his sleep, having to move given the altering state of his body. And it was hard for him to justify the sensations coming from his body, the itching, soreness, and ache from sitting on that damnable growth from his backside. But though concerns were fleeting, given the contentment he was feeling, and Troy was able to get a good night's sleep despite what was ailing him.

Dreams were of the field again, though rather than men, this one was filled with donkeys. Though he had never been near the animals, he found them appealing as hell, almost to the point of being sexy. Far from being bestial, however, he felt a kinship with them, as though he wanted to be one himself in body as well as in inclinations. To his delight, they were all male, cocks like the one he possessed sliding from their sheaths and making him wish he had a male with such an impressive member to suck...or take inside of him...

Waking up came with intense stiffness and soreness, and Troy had to struggle out of bed, his dimensions feeling off and making him top-heavy. He was bulky all over, hips pointed, belly distended beyond what he was used to, chest barreled, and shoulders stiffened. Even his fingers and toes felt a little restrictive like he was in the throes of the flu or other severe ailment. Yet, without any sick days left and the threat of termination looming over him, Troy had no choice but to go to work, and he got himself up, thankful he had at least updated his wardrobe to match his newly acquired girth.

Going to relieve himself, Troy was forced to do a double take at the size of his dick. Knowing something was wrong from his last night, he was still not prepared for the inhuman sight. The head was flattened, a crown around the black flesh that flared from his awareness of it. The shaft was too large for him to hold even in its flaccid state, the black shade running all the way down to the base of thick skin, almost like a foreskin or something similar. He had never seen something so alien, so horrifying before. Almost as though his cock was that of a...what? Like the ones he had seen in his dreams...?

"What the FAAAWWWWK is wrong with my dick?!" Troy called out, though there was no one around to hear him. His member was massive, easily 7 inches flaccid with no way to tell its full girth through his shock. Troy knew he needed to contact his doctor, but had no idea what would happen if he was seen. Surely, he had some detrimental ailment that would lead to his swift demise. Then again, how was it happening at all? And, more to the point, why did it feel so good?

Getting his new clothes on, something he had fit on himself just yesterday, Troy was terrified to discover already they seemed too snug for his new form. At least the stretchy material allowed him to breathe, though only just. The proportions of his body were beyond even what he'd experienced yesterday. A bulbous belly, elongated torso, and wider hips made it impossible to get anything he could buy at the store over his body easily. With some struggle, he managed it, though his arousal for the changed form made keeping his cock confined a chore.

Work, once more, was nearly impossible, his boss saying nothing about his wardrobe this time or his state of dishevelment. Not having bothered to have a shower last night, the stink of sweat and cum still lingered off him, and anyone nearby would likely be disgusted by the pungent bouquet. Stranger still, another overpowering aroma lingered over his form, one Troy couldn't place but one he was enraptured by. Surely, the pungent masculinity rolling off his body would attract any gay male eager for some fun! There was always the gym again, but maybe a place with more options was warranted...

Of course, his redolence had another effect, one that would be welcome in any other circumstance. Troy was horny as hell, his cock head leaking against his pants suit and, for once making him glad he was in a cubicle where no one could see under his desk. With thoughts on where he might go tonight and the unbridled fun he'd had already, there was little chance of getting any work done. Nothing could match the sheer elation of male-male sexual exploits!

Eventually, the concern of his boss questioning his low productivity was no longer enough of a deterrent for Troy to rub out his frustrations. Not caring that he was on his office's computer, he started to look up pictures from porn sites, thankful that his computer didn't have any filters about porn. Though everything he was met with led to disappointment, Troy only knew of sites that had brought him pleasure before. And those websites were geared toward straight porn, something Troy had no interest in. So, his only choice was to look into some gay material...

Thankful his cubicle was to the wall, and no one was able to see him, Troy quickly pulled up his credit card information to look for sites that met a more 'male on male' taste. And the sights of guys having sex, of sucking cocks and of fucking each other, really seemed to do it for him. Though something seemed to be missing from the scenes as he watched. Troy couldn't quite place what it was, though was remiss to care, given the level of arousal he felt from the acts. The dreams he'd have, of fields and jackassess, seemed more appealing...but he couldn't do so, could he?

Troy was a little shocked at the size of the cock he pulled it out, having to work his pants down in order to manage it. It was painfully tight in there, and though he had seen it this morning, he was not prepared for the angle at which it pointed upward, drooling fluids over the winking head and down the shaft. His head was thicker, fatter crowned, with a ring of sorts in the center. Part of him was disturbed by the sight of it, clearly inhuman. But another part seemed enamored that he possessed such a thing to blow from his balls and fill him with absolute pleasure!

His mind drifted to the phalluses of animals, the only obvious source. Why he had the cock of a barnyard beast was beyond him, not that he could bring himself to care with the lust playing over his mind. But the more he stroked it, the more he wondered if such a thing was what he was missing. The man's cocks weren't appealing enough. He wanted a being with a cock like his own...

Without thinking, his hand searched for equine breeding videos, something that was a little harder to find. But even horses mating, stallions covering their mares with massive cocks like his own weren't quite what he was looking for. The stallions were too big, too bulky. And he wasn't interested in mares, not with his own inclinations toward other males. He wanted something smaller, something more like a...and of course, both had to be males...

It was then he found it. A rare video, one of a kind as far as he could. He hadn't even searched for it, as though his mere thoughts were enough to search out the object of his desire. But the video was clear as day, someone filming two donkeys, each with throbbing, bobbing erections the same as the one he was jerking off. After taking the time to sniff and even lick the other jack's protruding pucker, he got up on his back legs, gripping the male and spearing for his rump with a thick equine pucker. Yes...push it in...fuck, he couldn't hold it...god did Troy want to be either of those donkeys!

"HEEEEHHHHAAAWWW!" Troy let loose with an uncontrolled bray as he shot his bolt all over himself, his clothes, and the desk, the spattering of semen almost audible. He would have been embarrassed about such a thing, though was remiss to care with the intense pleasure it was giving him. Powerful waves of release washed over him then, the images on the screen of the two jackasses in rut really doing it for him. He wanted to be either one of the beasts, to be rutting or getting fucked. Even his humanity would be a small price to pay if only it were possible to change all the way into a donkey! Nothing before had made him so aroused, and men could simply not do if he could turn all the way into one such beast!

Realizing he had the unwanted attention of his coworkers, a growing part of his mind started to come to the reality that such acts, as little shame he felt about them, were frowned upon, to the point of being fired from work for indecent exposure. With that in mind, Troy did his best to pull his pants up, struggling with the girth of his penis in his foreskin, the size of his hips, and that strange growth twitching on his backside. Lifting it reflexively, Troy was left to feel the surprisingly sensual sensation of something rubbing against his ass, the orifice thicker, meatier if such was possible. It was enough that Troy let out a whickering bray at the once foreign notion of being ass fucked.

With that, Troy had only enough time to send his boss an email before retreating. Requesting the rest of the day off as a sick day, he figured it would do best to get out of dodge, so to speak. Though he felt he had done nothing wrong masturbating in public as he had, the clap back should things come to a head was more than Troy wanted to deal with. And, even with the orgasm still sending tremors through his form, he wanted more, to be penetrated in his most private of places. Even the slight sensation of fabric against his anus was enough to bring him to arousal. What would a man feel like in there? Or a beast...

Several hours later, he found himself in front of the gay bar he'd looked up, seeming to be nothing special from the outside. Still, Troy felt a sense of trepidation looming over him, not sure what was going to happen as he entered. He was never one for the bar scene, least of all for a gay bar, but without settling himself up on a dating or sex app, he wasn't sure where he was going to get his fix. So, here he was, heading down the stairs into the dimly lit, multi-colored room, sparsely filled at the early hour. That would give Troy all the time he wanted to get settled and look for his beau for the evening!

Taking a few lips of a fruity cocktail, Troy surveyed the space, wondering how he could go about attracting a man. The gym had been so easy, as though a preternatural force had come over him and taken the man into a siren's embrace. Surely, it was a one-off endeavor, though Troy could hardly bring himself to care with how much he needed a man. Whatever he had, so long as it worked, was welcome!

As Troy gripped his drink, he was suddenly aware of a numbing sensation over his fingers, as though the feeling had been robbed from them. Stiffness had seeped into them, and it was harder to feel the glass and condensation under his grasp. It made him aware of a similar sensation within his feet, only worse, along with a sudden tightness within made him wonder how he had hardly gotten his shoes on in the first place.

Yet, all of that was forgotten the moment a decent-looking guy came over to the bar, even though he wasn't paying attention to Troy specifically. The man went to open his mouth, likely to request the barkeeper's attention to get a drink. But as he did so, it seemed a scent wafted into his nose, likely sparked from Troy's proximity. The man seemed enraptured by the smell, looking Troy in the eye with a sort of reverence the man wasn't expecting. He certainly couldn't complain, given his desire for a man and figuring this one would do!

What Troy wasn't expecting was for the man to sit beside him, nor for him to take Troy in a rather passionate embrace. The kiss was messy, Troy's mouth somewhat larger than the other man's, but it served to turn him on, cock impossibly hard in his pants and eager to be let loose. It was straining at the bit, and Troy was sure he could feel the zipper pulling down just to let the mammoth girth outward.

Lost in the fantasy, Troy barely noticed a tingling playing over his face and features. His lips felt rubbery, numb, and his teeth and breath felt a little off as well. Ears were tingling, and the hair of his beard was thicker, scratching against the bare skin of the other man. And his hair was thicker, scratchy, and unkept atop his head. He was the most disheveled he had ever been, but the other man seemed to get into it, even taking Troy's thicker fingers into his own and leading him into the bathroom. Troy was leaking furiously at this point, the thick musk of his precum wafting into the empty room and making both of them hard as hell.

"Hey man, cool mask..." the man started to say, as though drunkenly. Troy wasn't sure what the man meant but was eager to get back into the kiss, feeling his mouth much larger than the man's own. He didn't seem to mind the thought he was making out with a mask, though Troy himself could hardly care one way or the other. The sensations were almost heavenly, leaving him to grind his cock against the other man, frotting his way to orgasm.

Yet, part of his mind was distracted by the sight of his visage in the mirror, making him do a double take. His ears, already pointed before, were two inches off his head, looking more akin to an animal's ears than anything he should have. And his hair, thin at the sides, was longer up top, coarse and wiry like something fit for a barnyard beast. Almost like he possessed a...mohawk? What that even possible?

The man, seeing the look of confusion on Troy's features, broke the kiss, stupified grin on his face as he got down and pulled Troy's zipper, freeing the beast within. Peppering the man's member with kisses, Troy was brought from the worries about his appearance, moaning and braying as he received the best blowjob of his life. Though wouldn't it be better if the man had a mouth like Troy's, one large enough to engulf his entire cock...?

Even with the stimulation to his member, Troy couldn't quite bring his face from the reflection in the mirror, trying to place where he'd seen it before. Pulling back his lips, Troy found his teeth were larger and yellowed, with flaring nostrils sitting just above them. Even his eyes were brown, changing from greyish blue toward a more animalistic shade. Yet, as strange as it was, Troy couldn't help but find ithot!

"FFFAAAWWWWKK mEEEHHAAAWWW!" Troy managed to bray, feeling the ache of his anus clenching within his pants below the protrusion confined within. He wanted, more than anything, to get it out, feeling it growing with a burst of pressure. And he was soon to get his wish...

The moment the man moved to pull down his pants was the moment a fully formed jackass tail burst free from Troy's jeans and smacked the guy in the face. Troy felt a twinge of embarrassment at being seen with such a thing, though could hardly let it repress his needs. Swaying it back and forth over his puckered anus, Troy hoped to waft his sweat and scent into the man's nose. It prompted him to pull his own pants down and spear for Troy's anus, mesmerized by the asinine odor and the offering before him.

Yet, the moment the man's prick punctured Troy's anus, Troy felt a tinge of disappointment, barely feeling anything within him. His ass needed fucking, but the man's very human cock barely fit the bill. The man grunted, trying to plow his asshole, but the insides of Troy's donkey rectum were scarcely stimulated, and he could hardly get any pleasure that way. And the need in Troy's dick was insistent, even as the man reached out to stroke the fringes of his cock. The touch, too, was not what he craved, though he was still able to gain some pleasure from it, and he was so on the edge that it took no time for his black balls to bunch up and explode their burden.

"HHHEEEEHHHHAAAWWWW!" Troy let loose with a bestial bray as his donkey penis blew thick spurts of rank cum all over the counter, the man's cock unloading with a bit of cream within him. The scent was pungent to his nose, and even as the guy reached down to pull up his pants, his eyes still seemed glazed over, the musk doing him in. At least he found nothing wrong with the display, no issue with the fact his fuck buddy was part donkey as he left the bathroom, neither one bothering to clean up the mess they had left.

The walk home was spent fixated on what Troy really wanted, not able to rationalize through the booze and musked-fueled haze he was suffering from. The disappointment was at the forefront of his thoughts, the man's member insufficient to quell his needs. Even the largest of human men would hardly be able to sate his desires. He needed something larger, fuller. He needed the donkey cock he dreamed of, to be one of the breeding beasts he had watched in the video.

How Troy made it back to his house in such a state, he wasn't sure. But he did, mind fixated on the thought of donkey cock like the one he possessed. It was impossible he could find that in the real world and even more so in the realm of beasts. Though as he passed into dreams, the notion of what he desired did not fade. In fact, he seemed to awake to another world of his lusts, being in a herd of beasts like the one he so obviously became. Not beasts, no, not mere animals. Those like him, with the same male desires for cock that had perforated his mind. A whole herd of them living in bestial contentment, sharing each other's members whenever they needed. And the longer he lingered in the vision, the more he shared in the certainty that such a place not only existed but was one Troy could visit if he only moved to seek it out...

Getting out of bed that morning, Troy was made privy to the changes he had undergone last night and in the interim. The moment that numb feet touched the floor was the moment he realized feet were forfeit. Toes could no longer move, and the familiar sensation of the carpet under them was absent. Looking down, the thickness of the toes present was beyond humanly possible, though as best he could tell, there was only one toe on each foot left, the rest either absent or leaving. And the thick rounded nail present, oval as it was, seemed to possess the shape of a hoof. A donkey's hoof, if the condition of his being was any indication. Just another in a long line of changes that marked his descent into jackass-dom. Ones that seemed to be accelerating as time went on.

Despite all improbability of such a change in species, there was no denying what he saw in front of him. He was less than half the man he had been by this point, and his body was more in line with a barnyard beast, one he had little interest in before this week. But now...No matter how much Troy tried to rationalize the notion of being an animal as distasteful, he simply could not want anything but that life in the field of his dreams. Surely, a herd of gay male donkeys was out of the question, but if such a thing existed, he would welcome it. Nothing he had ever craved, not a partner, male or female, not his career, nothing held a candle to that bestial freedom being a jackass could grant him. Even the stench of his body odor or his equine flatulence could not deter his desires for bestial life, as promising as his psyche made it seem.

There was no earthly cause for the changes, and with them, no earthly answer or solution. No doctor could help him, and no information online contained anything to the sort of a man turning into a donkey. He couldn't even manage to call into work, the braying inflections in his voice making speech all but impossible. He was changing so fast that all he could think was that he didn't want to be stuck in his apartment. Not when he...what? Changed fully? Was that to be the endgame? Living the rest of his life as a braying, horny jackass?

Yet, the notion of changing all the way, as much as he tried to justify otherwise, was not something he could bring himself to fear. So long as he had what he was looking for, a group of males to get off with and wanted to get off with him in kind. And wouldn't that be the epitome of his existence? Nothing to do but eat, sleep, and fuck. No more office job, no judgment, just simple bestial living. If he could only make it out to where such a herd was waiting for him...

But then, what was he to do? He didn't want to lose himself to the beast before finding his utopia, right? A quick Google search yielded no results, not from his affliction nor his appealing final destination. After all, where would a herd of all-male donkeys live and rut and fuck each other in bestial bliss? Yet, Troy could not deny what he was feeling, that every chance existed such a paradise was out there somewhere for him, that he only needed to seek it and he would find it. Either way, the first step was to leave the apartment, lest he end up trapped here!

With his body in its current state, wearing clothing was a near impossibility. His belly was massive, and it felt as though his compressed shoulders couldn't get on a shirt. And the amount of fur covering his body made the clothing uncomfortable even in those areas where he could get manage some covering. His back, too, was stretched, leaving him awkward to the point he could fall over, top-heavy, his stance precarious at best. In the end, Troy left it at that, not wanting to struggle to get anything else on. Pants were forfeit with his tail and ass so large, stretched underwear as far as they could over his tight ass and the fabric that played over his pucker. And he could not hope to get shoes over the mass that had become of his feet, what had to be half-formed hooves by this point. At least he would have no further need for footwear, but it was disconcerting nonetheless to try to walk on appendages he should not possess.

Getting out of his apartment in any fit state was to be impossible if he allowed himself to wait much longer. He had a terrible time walking, moving slowly, and trying not to fall over on all fours. Yet, a growing part of him was aware he belonged down on all fours, and that not only would he be soon, but it was an admirable endeavor. Still, he managed to keep upright, fighting through a top-heavy body, a nearly naked form, massive cock, and thick tail. Worse of all, fingers were powerfully stiff, most of them shorter and unresponsive, though he was able to wretch the car door open and get in. Even the seat at the farthest setting was barely able to hold his changing donkey body.

Though a part of him almost reflexively made his way to work, Troy knew there was no point. He wasn't human anymore and could not pass for one. And the mental images of men he was so enamored with had been replaced with jackasses, ones that looked increasingly like his own altering visage. There was nothing for him in the human world, not even a way to reverse his condition. And that was just it, wasn't it? He didn't want to reverse it, not with how enamored he was with the alterations. It simply felt right that he was changing, taking on this new form and the life with it.

Driving out of the city, Troy kept his windows down, as though scenting where he was to go. Some instinct within had him traveling in this direction, off the highway and down some country roads, the scents of grass and nature leaving him drooling. The wind on his body relaxed him, and his head was swimming in the odors of the world as well as his difficulty thinking over the simplified thoughts of his changed form. It was a wonder he could still manage driving, a reflex he was still able to maintain while what limited focus he possessed was honing in on his goal. Though he was sure he had gone down this road before, there should have been no farmland for miles around his city. How had he driven so far so fast? It was almost like he had taken his car into another dimension, one that had his end goal in mind and one Troy was willing to give up everything to drive toward.

No sooner than a more familiar aroma started wafting into his nose, and Troy felt his grip on the wheel waning. Already stiff, his middle fingers seemed to lose the ability to move, but the rest of his fingers seemed to be too small to even reach the wheel. Yet, he was not panicked by the action, rather fixated on the scent in the air and the promise of the land beyond. He had forgotten how to drive, forgotten for a moment he was even in a car, and as the car started to careen off the road, Troy yelled out a "HHHEEEEHHHHAAAWWWW!" as his hoof left the accelerator and he narrowly prevented crashing.

With that, his car slowly came to a stop in the ditch. A panic rose in his gorge at that, wondering with the state of his hands how he was going to manage to get out of the car. Though even with fingers that were stiff and unresponsive, he was able to push a button on the keys and heard the familiar clock of his door opening, enough that Troy was able to push his way out of the car and onto the ground. Far into the country as he was, no one else was around to see the stumbling man make it to the side of the road, leaving the car behind him, likely forever.

The scent that had distracted him off the road hung cloying in the air, enough that his jaw cracked wetly forward as though to provide his nose more room to take it in. There was the overwhelming stench of sweat and manure, though the odors didn't seem to bother him even with how pungent they were in his nostrils. There was something else in the air that he couldn't seem to get out of his mind, the sweaty, musky stench of equine bodies much like the odor wafting off his own. He wanted to get close to them, to join them, to relieve the ache welling up in his loins...

Moving toward the source of the alluring aroma, Troy, at first, found the motion difficult with his hips and pelvis in a dislocated state. Looking down, he was aware the muscles and bone were moving visibly under the skin, relocating for a more quadrupedal stance. Unable to stand with his body in its current state, Troy decided not to bother, getting down and finding that lengthened arms and off-length legs matched up rather well, and his middle fingers were wrapped in enough keratin to hold his weight. Moving on all fours seemed difficult for the first few steps but soon felt more comfortable as his body bulked up and his nails thickened, fingers and toes reducing towards nothing. Though he was to lose his dexterity, his human way of interacting with the world, Troy could not manage to mourn their loss, given the new stance of his body and the ease at which he could walk on them. Best of all, their firm, hard surfaces held his weight perfectly, and he was soon clopping along the road, moving into the field toward the scents of donkeys that had him so enamored.

It didn't take him long to find a herd, all beasts he resembled more than the human he had once been. Form in mind, Troy could feel his cock coming to an erection, being tickled in the grass underneath him. Hopeful that at least some donkeys were jacks, Troy was delighted to discover that only males like him persisted in the field. At the odor of another in the midst, some of the donkeys came to an erection larger than even Troy's own, making him hornier than at any point in his life. They smelled amazing, more so than anything Troy had ever encountered, and he wanted to be with them more than he wanted anything in recent memory.

"HHHEEEEEHHHAAAWWW!" Troy called out, flaring back his lips even as his muzzle continued to extend and his teeth grew even thicker. He wanted to be one of the herd, to feel his chest barreling further, his skull sloping and limiting his human intellect. In his moment of lust, he didn't need human thoughts, only to breed like the beast he knew he could become!

At the approach of one of the jacks, Troy was prompted to turn around and lift his tail, wafting his musky scent into the air from his massive, sweaty balls and thick, pulsating pucker. The ache in his rectum had reached its zenith, leaving him powerfully aroused and needing stimulation. Even without the male on his back yet, Troy could feel his cock slapping against his bulbous belly in anticipation of what was to come. Would he be able to ejaculate from simple prostate stimulation alone? Troy certainly felt so!

With such an enticing offering, it took little time for the jack to trot over to him, licking his pucker with a thick tongue and penetrating his rectum with a surprising skill for a simple farm beast. It seemed the efforts, while sending shivers through his body, also sent surges of growth and change, making him swell with meat and muscle he would need for his future as a jackass himself. Troy welcomed the additions, wanting to change and match the beast at his backside. Whickering in delight, Troy reflexively backed up, shoving his ass into the jack's face in the hopes he would continue his oral ministrations. Or, better yet, mount him and prod him with that lovely equine cock!

Troy would not have to wait long. Though his body was not yet fully changed, he was still eager to take the extensive weight of the jack on his back, and he placed his hooves along Troy's still-growing flanks. Troy grunted from the efforts, doing his best to hold up the beast and wanting to take all that the jack offered. And with his thick donkey cock oozing all over Troy's backside, there was little worry that he would soon be gifted with the maleness he craved so much.

The moment that flared tip started to push into Troy's rectum was the moment a wave of change rushed over him, making him tingle and shiver with the final remnants of change. Already flared in front of his face, a series of sharp cracks only slightly stung as his face pushed outward, nose merging with his lips as he flared them to expose yellowed dentures. A thickened neck, wider trunk, and bigger backside were all part of the final alterations to place him in the body of a donkey. Yet, even as his skull continued to slope and his cranium continued to compress on his brain, Troy could not find any fault with that reality or future. The more he changed, the more he craved to be a donkey in the field of new jacks to allow his dreams to come to fruition.

"OHHHHHEEEEHHHHAWWWWW!" Troy tried to call out his pleasure, though little persisted of his humanity in the bestial bray that escaped his rubbery lips. Troy could care less, however. His call meant more to the donkey that was currently embedded in his bowels. It seemed to be a signal of sorts as the donkey shoved into the hilt, opening Troy up almost painfully so.

Yet, the longer the beast persisted in Troy's rectum, the more comfortable it became, as though his sphincter and bowels were widening just enough to comfortably take donkey cock within. The slickness of his precum in Troy's insides allowed the donkey to fuck with surprising force, prompting Troy's cock to slap reflexively against his belly and spray precum everywhere. Their balls rocking together, Troy could feel an orgasm building beyond what he had ever imagined, the rush of sperm through his donkey shaft taking him by surprise. A nip at the back of his neck from his eager jack was enough to cause Troy to bray, a sharp "HHHEEEHHHHAAAWWW!" Escaping his muzzle as he sprayed donkey cum all over his chest and the grass below.

The forceful grip of his rectal muscles against his benefactor was enough that the jack on his back blew his own burden, spurts of jackass semen blown into his rump and making Troy feel full and warm. There was a bond there, a sign he was now part of the herd, part of the group that he had craved to join since the changes began. A culmination of contentment and lust filled his mind, sending him into a drunken stupor as the waves of pleasure crashed over the shore of his powerful equine body.

As the donkey's cock pulled out and left a wet dripping of semen to run out of Troy's ass, contented waves played over him, mind sinking into a jackass's instincts and wants. The scents of other donkeys, the odors of grass and food, and the sexual excitement he felt were enough to remove any fear of the changes or what they had done to him. It was beyond human understanding to know the pleasure of bestial flesh, and even the loss of hands, speech, and humanity was distant from the excitement of what being a donkey had to offer. Reflexively, Troy felt his tail swishing, rubbing the oozing cum from his pucker and feeling almost a longing for such a girthy penis to be within him once more. Being fucked like that had been the most erotic experience he had ever undergone, and his new, fully changed body promised so much more!

With that, Troy's mind felt as though he was swimming in soup, focused only on the needs of his body and the desire for pleasure. Belly grumbling, the sweet scents of grass wafted into his nose and triggered his appetite, making him drool before reaching down with his fully altered muzzle. Pliable lips and thick slab-like teeth managed to pull up thick clumps of grass, chewed into a slurry as he devoured his fill. Some of the other jacks came up to him, rubbing their sweaty bodies against his own in a show of camaraderie that relaxed Troy's altered mind. His tail swished with a mind of its own, leaking rump attracting biting insects being held at bay by the flexible appendage.

Even with donkey instincts at the forefront of his thoughts, enough of his humanity remained to be aware of what had happened to him. Yet, it was impossible for him not to love the body he had been given, even the scents of waste and jackass sweat not enough to deter him from enjoying the waves of pleasure rocking from his still-erect cock. He still needed to get off, of course, and he only craved males, as he had for the past several days. But this herd was all jacks, their cocks erect and leaking from the sexual display they spotted from their newly changed herd addition. Troy's arousal was at its peak, and he needed to get off now.

The sight of a nearby donkey's dirty pucker really did it for him in a way that defied his understanding, and Troy was on him, licking his donut and making the jack whicker in delight. Something in the beast defied understanding, as though he once was another wayward human soul that had been lured toward this herd of donkeys, to be one of their numbers and rut away the humanity they had escaped from. But such mattered little with the promise of pleasure to come as Troy eventually felt his cock come to full erection, cock tickling the grass and leaking with need. There was little time to reflect on lost humanity with the needs in his penis, and he quickly got up on the other jack's back, spearing for the moist black pucker he had so eagerly prepared. It took some effort, given his inexperience with both males and donkeys in particular. But his would-be-lover was open and ready, and the fat head of donkey cock eventually popped inside. Troy was able to push forward, feeling himself hilting into the donkey's rectum. The pleasure was immense, more than he could bear, and Troy thrust forward with no regard for anything other than the bestial bliss.

Lost in the donkey's rear as he was, there was no chance of Troy finding any fault with what he was doing with the beast or the fact he was no more than one of the herd himself. Anything human remaining in his mind was happy to be a donkey, especially with the waves of ecstasy shooting through his chubby body. Pent up as he was, there was little chance of him holding back, filling the male with donkey cream and marking them as mates. Any remnant worries about being alone, not being able to get a date in the real world, and the loss of such an unfulfilling life were like semen in his testicles as he started to blow his load. The former human brayed before nipping down on the other jack's neck as he pumped the male full of donkey cum.

Getting down off the donkey's back, what little humanity remained in Troy's head was content with the situation. Mostly swallowed by bestial intent, just enough existed to be aware of the truth that had come with his changes and his new life. As a human, he had been rejected, alone, and left to the whims of a society with too many men like him. But here, in a herd of male jacks, each raising their tails in turn for the breedings he might give him, Troy felt a sense of elation that defied all understanding. As much as it should have shocked the human him, the donkey he had become loved being a real hot piece of ass.