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Transforming with Mom

From Humans to Donkeys

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Shadowy Matt

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Matt sighed and leaned back on the sofa, though he couldn't stop his eyes going to his mother. She had her hair long at that time, flowing behind her shoulders where she sat, and there was a part of him that ached, even then, to brush it back out from where it was trapped behind her shoulders and the back of the sofa. It was such a small, instinctive reaction and yet not one that could be culled all that easily, despite him knowing better.

Much better, in fact.

He looked like her, with similar cheekbones and blonde hair, so anyone they passed together on the street would have rightly assumed they were mother and son. He liked that – liked knowing he was linked to her in a way that could never be revoked.

There was a movie playing on the TV screen, however, he was not watching it. Matt much preferred looking at his mother. The low light in their living room flickered over her, the TV lighting changing with each scene and shot, revealing her breasts, which had pushed up a little higher where she sat, though that had to be due to her dress shifting while she was sitting there. His mother, Laura, often wore dresses but not usually ones that were that low cut.

It suited her though and he wished he could tell her that without it sounding odd coming from his lips. Anything of that nature, however, he just thought wouldn't come out right, his eyes instead trailing down her smooth, shaved legs, the dress tucked up a little as she shifted her legs.

Her bare toes caught his attention next and he took a soft inhalation, trying not to draw attention to himself. It would be so weird if his mom caught him, but…surely it was dark enough in there that she wouldn't see?

Her bare toes were so cute, however, lightly curled as she relaxed there, her nails painted a periwinkle blue that suited the tone of her skin. Matt, however, could only imagine how soft they would be, if he was ever lucky enough to cup her feet in his hands and perhaps give her a foot massage.

That, however, would have to remain in his imagination, even as he snuck a peek at her feet, tipping forward in his seat and pretending to be messing with his jeans. For a woman in her forties, well…he had to admit his mom was pretty sexy.

Yet Laura had no intention whatsoever of letting Matt's looks go without attention paid to them, throwing him a soft smile as she licked her lips. He wasn't meeting her eyes, however, pretending, once again, to be transfixed by the movie, even if he should have already known he wasn't fooling her.

He never had… Not a single time, not in all the time he had been throwing her looks and glances, even hiding some vacation pictures of her under his bed too, where her feet were bare. Laura stifled a laugh, though it was not meant unkindly at all. Oh, she had a surprise in store for him…

“Matt…" She breathed, leaning in close, her breast brushing his arm. “Could you pass me my drink, please?"

“Oh?" He started, trembling from her touch, though leaning back too quickly. “Yeah, sure, mom."

Matt's heart pounded. Had his mother meant to touch him like that? It didn't seem right and yet she had been so close to him, her breast brushing his arm through her clothes. When he handed her the glass from the table, she merely took a quick sip from it and set it aside, choosing instead to slide down against his side.

“I don't think you're all that interested in the movie…"

He gulped and shook his head, instantly wanting to deny it.

“No, mom," he said. “It's really interesting, I mean… I don't think I've seen an action movie like this in ages."

Laura smiled, sliding her hand over so it rested on his thigh, close to his knee.

“Oh, you don't have to lie to me, Matt…" She murmured. “I know you've been looking at me… What I want to know is why you haven't made a move yet?"

Matt started, his heart pounding dully against his eardrums, blocking out anything he could have heard of the world around him. He sucked in a shuddering breath, juddering across his ribcage, but didn't move away from her, even though just taking a full, deep breath was proving a great deal more difficult than it usually would have been.

“Oh…"

He didn't know what to say, staring at her, a strange little giggle bubbling from his lips. Yet it was not him who needed to say anything as his mother leaned in closer to him and dropped a kiss on his cheek.

Her lips are so warm…

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It had to be a chaste kiss, right? It didn't mean anything…right?

“You don't have to be so modest, Matt," Laura breathed, turning his head to face her. “Give in. You've been holding back for so long, honey, I just want to take care of you too."

He didn't know what that meant, but he didn't have to, not as his mother's lips met his and parted his so her tongue could immediately flicker in against his. A soft note left his mouth as their lips connected and, suddenly, the rest of the world didn't matter at all as she pressed in close to him, her knee touching his.

Laura smiled into the kiss, French kissing him deeply, her tongue delving deep and exploring his mouth. She'd known Matt would give in to her and, fairly so, there would be some talking and explaining to do later, but she'd much rather just enjoy her son in that moment, taking care of all his lusts that had been rising for so long already.

He moaned into her mouth and gave in so sweetly, so easily, that she was even more eager to see how far things could go between them. Of course, he was still her son – but Laura knew too that he could be so much more than that to her, for her, the two of them coming together in an even more beautiful way. Just how that all would pan out, however, was beyond what she knew, merely willing to go along with things and be there for the experience itself.

It was one of the best ways to live life, especially as he kissed her back, his hand sliding on to her hip and then down her thigh, as if he was trying to pull her closer too. Heat rose between them as Laura let out a soft grunt, sliding over him to sit across his lap, straddling his legs, the kiss deepening, passion rising.

It was easier to help him along with it, she thought, if she didn't give him time to think about things, even if that was ever so slightly a dirty trick to play on her son. She was sure, however, Matt would thank her as she slid down and off his lap, tugging at his jeans to unbutton them and slide the zip down.

“Oh, mom…" Matt whimpered, his hand lifting, now knowing what to do with it. “Uh… Mom, we should… Uh…"

“Don't think, baby, just let me take care of you."

It looked like she was going to have to play a special trick on him to get him to ease into the moment, though she could do that in a moment – after she'd had her first taste of him. Even if Matt didn't want to push things too far with her – she was his mom, of course, first and foremost and she knew just how much he cared about her – she wanted to push things with him, all to show him it was okay to enjoy such pleasures too. Where was the sense in having inhibitions when they stole delight from them?

No… She was more concerned with freeing his erection from where it was trapped within his underwear, the hard length springing up into her hand the moment she pulled the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs back. Laura didn't much care what he wore, of course, not when her intent was to get him naked as soon as she could, one way or another.

“Mmmm, what a lovely cock you have for me, Matt."

He gasped, eyes wide, the movie still playing in the background. Neither was paying any attention to it anymore, however.

“Mom! You can't say things like that!"

“And why not?" She challenged him, giving him a dark, smouldering look that had his heart doing flips, juddering lustfully in his chest. “I can say what I like, Matt… And you were never going to make the first move, so I guess that's all down to me."

He gulped and moaned, her hand closing around his cock as her fingers slid around it like they belonged there.

“Mmph… I'm sorry, mom, I should have…"

“Mhm, no…" She stroked his cock as heat pooled there, pre-cum threatening to bubble up, however faintly, at the tip of his dick. “No saying sorry tonight, Matt. Tonight is just about you and me."

He would have said something but his mouth snatched the words from his mouth at the very moment she dived on to his shaft, engulfing him in her mouth. It was hardly something he had been expecting, gasping aloud, his hands going to her head, but he didn't want to twist them into her hair and hurt her either! No… But that meant his hands were left fluttering while his mother bobbed her head up and down on the length of his cock, slurping and drooling, a slick sheen of saliva left in the wake of her lust.

It was good, too good, his cock twitching within the warm grasp of her mouth, the slickness of her lips and tongue on him simply euphoric. Her tongue dragged deliriously against the underside of his cock as he whimpered, squirming in place, one of Matt's hands finally settling against the back of her neck, though that still didn't feel quite right.

All he wanted to do was to sink into the moment, enjoying the feel of her lips sliding up and down his cock, her mouth fitting him perfectly. Though there was a small part of his mind that still told him he must have been dreaming, somehow, for it could not have all been happening, not really.

But she was there and his cock twitched in her mouth, his mouth drawing back a little just to cast him a flirtatious look before sinking down the full length of his cock again. Curling his toes, Matt arched his back and thrust forward lightly, trembling with need. He just had one thing… Not a little thing… He had one not so little thing he had to ask her.

“Mmm… Mom… Please…"

“Mm?" She looked up at him, eyes shining softly, though there was no doubt in his mind as to her consent. “What is it, honey?"

He blushed, squirming where he sat. It was like something out of his deepest, most wonderful fantasies to see his mother down on her knees before him, his cock only having been in her mouth a few moments ago. Yet the moment was right and he wanted to be as bold as Laura had, taking a breath that steadied him, just a little.

“I want…" He blushed harder, heat crawling down his neck. “Can I…play with your feet?"

She smiled gently, standing up to take his place on the sofa.

“Of course, honey, all you had to do was ask."

He moaned, dropping instantly. It was easier for him to slip into the fantasy like that, his mouth down on her feet as he peppered her bare toes in kiss after kiss, working his way up the arch of her foot towards her ankle. When his mother obligingly lifted her feet for him, pressed together, he nuzzled around the creases on the soles of her feet and worked his way back to her toes. Layering soft kisses over them, he let his tongue flick out, losing track of time as he lapped over the soft, smooth skin of her feet. There was no rough skin on them at all and he suckled her big toe on her left foot into his mouth, moaning around her.

“Mmm, oh, Matt…"

He thought his mother must have been moaning to appease him, but he loved and appreciated her all the more for that, for all the lengths she went to, just to make him feel good and loved and wanted. Yet he focused even more of his attention on her toes, sliding his tongue between them and lapping up, not knowing how much time had passed since he'd begun worshipping her feet.

Truthfully, he could have spent hours down there and still not satisfied himself, no, not as he moaned and closed his eyes, all so he could better sink into the moment. He just wanted to remember every little detail, from the way her toes pushed plumply against his tongue to how the soft scent of her foot lotion, thankfully tasteless to him, lingered, giving her a faint aroma. He didn't know what flower it was based on but that it was floral just gave him one more little note to lock into his memory, remembering her, the beauty of her feet.

Thankfully for Matt, he wouldn't have to give up his lust for her feet, no. Not when Laura intended to build things between them more and more, lust rising, showing him just what it meant to be sexually inhibited.

Yet she needed him to give in a little more, to enjoy himself, and leaned to the side of the sofa while he worshipped her feet with his lips and tongue, collecting a small vial. All she had to do was uncork it, letting the fluid within fizz and evaporate in a single moment, so swift that, if she blinked, she would have missed the event itself. Releasing it, as a gas, into the room, she inhaled deeply, though, if her experience meant anything at all, it was already hard at word doing its job in changing matter.

“Mmm, Matt…" She breathed, eyes glinting subtly. “You're going to feel so good, so soon…"

He grunted and looked up at her, though didn't quite know what she meant. His mother, however, stood, taking his attention from her teeth for the moment, turning her back to him so he could unzip and help her out of her dress. That was something Matt was incredibly eager to do, his fingers shaking as he worked at the zipper and slid it from her shoulders so it could slide down her perfect body to the ground in a soft rustle of fabric.

“Oh, mom…"

Her body was amazing, even if she was in her forties, a curve at her hips and a narrower tuck to her waist. She was still wearing underwear, pink panties with a tiny yellow flower dotted tastefully at the waistband, wound into the lace detailing, but his eyes weren't on that at all, not as he groaned and rested his hands on her hips. The room around Matt seemed to have taken on a wavy, dreamlike quality, though he was not to know what his mother had unleashed into the room itself.

He couldn't have, no… Not even then.

“Please, mom…" He didn't know how to get the words out, moving sluggishly from his lips to the open air as if he had to physically push them with his tongue to set them free. “Let me… I want… Can I be inside you?"

He'd spent too long avoiding crude words in her presence for them to leap so easily to his lips then, though he supposed that was purely as he respected and loved his mother. She didn't usually want to hear bad language from him. Yet the dynamics of their relationship had changed forever and that too had to be taken into account…

“Here…" She murmured, unclasping her bra for him and letting him slide that too off her shoulders. “Take my panties off, there's a good boy, my lovely Matt."

He shivered, adoring the praise. It just felt right coming from her lips, as if he was “home" there, warm and safe and settled. Yet fire raced through his veins as he slid her panties down her long, shapely legs, soft around the thighs, and let her step out of them as her delicate toes curled again.

Laura took the lead for him that time, lying back against the sofa with her legs down across the cushions, for it was plenty big enough for both of them and everything she had in mind. She didn't need to spread her legs all that much as Matt scrambled between them, though she smirked and waved her fingers at him, until he understood he too needed to strip out of his clothes.

“Mom," he complained, dragging the vowel. “I don't want to… I just want to…be with you."

“It's okay, honey," she said, soothing him as he struggled out of his jeans and underwear, socks off too. “Come to me like that then, it's okay."

He wasn't going to give her a chance to say otherwise, not even caring he was still wearing his shirt as he got into position over her. Matt would have been grateful just to be there with his body covering his mother's, the warmth of her seeping into him, but there was so much more in store for him as his hard member dragged against her thigh. Above that lay her thick bush, the curl of her pubic hair making him want to run his fingers gently through it and down to cup her sex right then and there, though he was not sure that was okay with his mother. So much had to be talked about in sex and, frankly, Matt didn't quite have the experience yet.

That, however, would come in time – and with his mother's guidance.

Laura licked her lips and grasped his cock firmly in her hand, guiding it between her legs. There was something powerful about being led into another person and it was all Matt could do to not hold his breath, trying to take even gulps of air, though that was a tall order for him indeed. The head of his shaft brushed the folds of her pussy, parting them gently, and he let out a moan that was more akin to a whine, sinking his cock into his mother's sex for the very first time.

He'd never want to go back from it either, oh no. For heaven lay in her arms and between her legs as he thrust, losing his sense of self, grunting and panting, even forgetting to be restrained in the moment. It just all felt so good to have her pussy hugging his cock, her folds suckling around his shaft as if she didn't want to let him pull back from her, the perfect slide of friction running down the full length of his member with every thrust.

“Mmmph… Ah… Mom…"

He pressed his lips to hers in a clumsy kiss and Laura helped him out a little by hooking her legs up and around his waist, crossing her ankles over his back. She didn't need to drag him into her, no, but she put him in the right position, rubbing his shoulders and upper back before her hands smoothly crept back around to his face, cupping his cheeks.

He speared deeply into her, though his thrusts were short and juddering already, even if Matt did not quite know why. Laura's heart surged, pleasure swamping her, yet it was not the high of orgasm but something different entirely.

The transformation… They were all the rage, yes, but most of the time people knew when they were being transformed. The one she'd chosen, of course, was a temporary one, although there were also permanent transformations on the market too. Maybe that was something she'd consider one day, but not quite yet.

Her body ached and she tried to rock her hips up to him, though the position didn't seem as easy as it had before, her breath catching in her throat as her face slowly changed. Through the kiss, she felt his lips grow thicker and fuller, almost more rubbery through the transformation, yet they would be velvety and soft, tugging at her own, in no time at all.

She only had to let it come, the transformation flowing through her as her pussy gripped him tightly, pulling and flexing around his length. Matt let out a grunt into her mouth, though Laura did not release him, forcing him to keep kissing her deeply with her hand on the back of his head. Her fingers twisted more roughly into his hair and, for the time being, Matt merely took it as an expression of passion from her. To him, it didn't need to be more than that.

“Unff…"

Matt groaned into the kiss, but something felt different – and it wasn't the fact he was fucking his mother. His flesh seemed to bubble, everything feeling thicker and duller, even heavier…. But that didn't make sense. Had he had too much to drink? He was sure he had only had one glass with his mom while they'd been watching the movie…

Yet it became clear as his shoulders pushed back a little, his fingers growing thicker, melding together, nails chunkier as he pulled away from his mother's mouth with a ragged gasp. Yet not even Matt had time to stare at his hand, not when his cock was throbbing so deliciously inside his mother's succulent heat.

Something was changing, yes, but as long as he was with his mother, did it really matter at all? He just wanted to throw caution to the wind, to forget everything but what he longed for, what he yearned for, moaning over her as he plunged into her velvety folds. But his body was heavier and didn't quite respond as he wanted it to, skin darkening as a rougher coat of hair thickened, spreading across his whole body.

What's…happening…

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Even his thoughts came more slowly and dully, as if he was dredging them up through a vat of mud, slick and cloying. Yet he thrust and ground, panting heavily, just wanting to be inside her.

“Mom… Um…" He struggled to get the words out, his tongue shifting in his mouth, wider and fleshier. “Mmmm… What's…Whuh…"

Yet he slurred, dragging his words together into one, Laura looking up at him wickedly. Yet her face was not as he'd imagined, bulging out, her nostrils sort of flattening into her face but positioned differently. He started, yet he couldn't stop thrusting, the needs of his body too great for him to hold back from.

“It's okay…Matt," Laura said, brushing her fingers across his cheek as his eyes shifted, moving a little more to the sides of his face, offering him greater vision around him. “Mmmm… You feel so good, hon…ey. Just a transformation…okay? Ooohhhh…kay?"

But even she succumbed to the effects of it as they struggled with the mere nuances of speech being lost to them. Matt groaned and tried to kiss her again but his tongue didn't work as expected and he licked the side of her growing muzzle instead, catching the corner of her lips.

His back elongated, the vertebrae in his spine crackling and crunching as it was forced to take on a shape that was very much not human. It extended from the base, over his buttocks, into something thin and ropey, though he didn't turn his head to see what it was.

For Matt, it was only natural to push up on to his toes, nails melding together into something hard and unyielding, at least comfortable where he was on all fours over his mother. Yet his arms grew longer, pulling back into a different position that he would only see was better-suited to a quadruped than a biped come later. But his mind would not be in any position to understand it, by that point.

That was the way of transformation, his mother following suit as her breasts softened and melted back into her body, nipples hidden where they migrated down her body to become small udders. Not like the ones on a cow, of course, but her preferred species when it came to transformations: donkeys. The thick, coarse hair coating her body seemed to be a richer shade of brown than Matt's grey, though she leaned into it, even as she most the mobility in her legs, the entire shape of them changing. A donkey's “knee," after all, was closer up to their bodies, walking as if on tiptoes: those very hooves that were already changing.

Hungrily, however, as her body morphed into that of a non-anthro donkey, Laura gripped his cock with her pussy, testing out her new control over it, even though her mind was fading already. She couldn't cling to a single thought for all that long at all, though baser needs that presented themselves in the moment, like an immediate thing that had to be taken care of, such as pleasure.

So, she squeezed his cock even as the shape of his dick changed inside her, growing deeper and deeper, the head flatter and more mushroom-shaped. Laura brokenly moaned out her son's name as the sofa creaked under her, struggling to take their increased weight and the changing shape of their bodies, cushions bowing. Yet it was all worth it as her body changed along with him, losing the shape and definition that came with being human, her back smooth and straighter, legs no longer bending in the way they used to.

But that was okay, Matt thrusting and grinding, though one hooved foot slipped off the sofa as he half-stood over her. He grunted thickly, ears twitching up slowly to the top of his head, though Laura panted heavily as they elongated. Her vision blurred faintly as her eyes too re-set themselves, though she was more than fine with the changes happening, even if the donkey mind she was slipping into didn't quite understand what was happening.

It understood pleasure, however, and what felt good. That was more than enough for Laura. Her pussy clenched around him and gripped his cock even as their minds faded, her ears twitching, covered with hair and pulling up into that typical donkey shape.

“Unnnggghhhh…" She groaned, more guttural than before. “Unff…"

It was hard to talk, so she gave up on that, seeing no point in any of it, not anymore. Speech was difficult anyway and she relaxed into the sensation, the sofa cushions bowing more and more as their bodies added new fat and muscle to their forms, her haunches rounding out in a shapely manner for a creature. The shape of them was more angular than her human, plump buttocks, though the fat softened down the sides of her hindquarters instead, giving them shape – and a good space for Matt to mount, of course, when they were both fully transformed as donkeys. They wouldn't have wanted to forget about that, after all…

He couldn't stand or kneel on the sofa very well as he transformed, giving shorter, rougher bucking thrusts with his hips. Matt's donkey-like lips wobbled as he took her, grunting softly, though he wanted more, ached for more, driving deep with his new cock. Even his balls hung lower and filled out, covered in soft, grey skin, swinging back and forth with every thrust that came from his hind end. There was more power in his back end with the transformation, but he just didn't have the room in which to move, baring his teeth with his face mostly donkey-like by that time, blinking rapidly.

“Heeee-hawww!"

He snapped at a cushion, aggravated that something was making it difficult for him, the tuck of his nostrils pulling up as his cock throbbed with pleasure, ramming in hard as the donkey under him brayed too. Matt thrust harder, her pussy clenching around him, pulling around the full length of his prick, but he just didn't see her as his mother anymore. Not as his eyes dimmed, fading to the eyes of a donkey with a large pupil. Matt blinked as he adjusted to the new way he saw the world, though the disconcerting sense of his flesh bubbling and pulling, finalising his transformation, was not enough to stop him thrusting, not even then. A fold of skin pulled up softly around the base of his cock, forming a donkey's sheath, though he didn't see it as such: it was just a part of his body and not something he needed to pay attention to.

Laura blinked, her intelligence fading too – or rather becoming a more limited form of intelligence. Grunting, she rocked her weight on the sofa, half slipping off it, though he stayed rammed inside her as she climaxed, her body still holding on to that vestige of humanity. Yet every joint in her body settled into that of a donkey and only that; no one looking at her would have seen a single jot of humanity remaining. And that was just the way she'd wanted things to be, enjoying the relief of transformation and sharing it with her son in the most carnal way she could have imagined.

He thrust hard and brayed out his pleasure as orgasm reached him, though the donkey was only aware of wave after wave of pleasure shuddering through him. It was pure instinct alone as he spent every drop of cum his balls had to give in that moment inside her, though the donkey knew his new “mate" would be there for him again, if she still wanted him. The jenny smelled like she was in season still, his nostrils fluttering as he took in breath, and he hoped to keep her around him, his companion.

Her tight sex milked his cock as she drained him, his shaft thrust achingly deep as he lipped at her face and neck, eyes bright and ears quivering. To Matt, however, he'd done all he needed to do, drawing back slowly, his cock still half-hard as a big mess of donkey seed slopped and drooled out along the length of his shaft.

“Nnfff…"

Matt grunted, dismounting awkwardly from his mother, though the donkey no longer saw the jenny as his mother, just a partner there, a companion. And she was someone that could be bred too, passing on his genetic line, following the needs of the body without considering any aftereffects. His donkey mind only knew to do what it needed too, not thinking ahead at all.

And, frankly, that was a better way to live as he stepped away from the sofa and the other donkey, the jenny, slid off it awkwardly, scrambling up. It was not the right place for donkeys to be but neither remembered anything of their former lives, sharing a grunting breath with one another, their heads held close.

“Aaaaahhhhh-eeeee-aaaawwww!"

Matt brayed, kicking out a foot and knocking the side table, the lamp going flying. His mother jumped at the smash, though snorted disapprovingly at him, mooching around to check out the plant on the windowsill. On finding out that it didn't taste all that good, Laura moved on, pausing by the window to lift her tail.

The donkey grunted, relieving herself as a pile of manure squeezed from her rump. Not because she was deliberately trying to make a mess of her living room, but, well, expelling body waste was just a need that donkeys had. They didn't think of embarrassment or dirtiness, even when they were doing it with others around them.

Matt licked his lips, ignoring her as he shouldered his way bodily past the sofa and behind it, knocking over more things as he bumped into the wall. A picture fell off the wall but it didn't land close to him as he didn't worry about it, his soft cock still hanging out of its sheath. He pressed forward, rocking his weight, and let out a long, low groan as he relieved himself, a splattering stream of piss hitting the carpet.

“Nnngghhh…"

He couldn't help but groan, making more of a mess there, but he merely twitched one ear, lips quivering as he sifted through the scents. His mother relieving herself made him want to go too, but a flicker of fresh air caught his attention as he roughly pushed himself through the furniture in the living room to the hallway.

His mother followed him, grunting softly, as they followed that breath of air to the back door of the house, though the place was really too small for them. Matt paused, his tail lifting too as he relieved himself, his manure splattering down on the freshly redone floorboards of the hallway, but, well, that was a problem they would just have to deal with later. It would take a day or so for them to change back to normal, their transformations reverting, but things would have to go back to normal for them sooner or later.

For the time being, however, the donkeys barged their way out of the back door, which had thankfully been left open a crack. It was just enough for them to bash it open, roughly and crudely, and get out into the back garden, which had a fair bit of grass left where they had forgotten to mow for some time.

That worked in the donkeys' favour, however, as they got their heads down, greedily tearing at the grass as if they had not eaten in weeks. It would not be good for their stomachs, better-suited to an arid environment, but they'd be fine afterwards with no ill effects.

Matt's cock remained out, nostrils puffing, taking in deep breaths of the jenny donkey near him. He still wanted to mate with her, the need there, though, for the moment, the need to fill his stomach overruled that.

The backyard was fenced in, with a little space for them to move about, and Laura ambled to one of the trees left there, pressing her side against it and rubbing back and forth, scratching out an itch. As she did so, she grunted thickly, eyes half-closed, luxuriating in the simple pleasure.

However, as the donkeys took their simple pleasures and made quite a mess of the backyard too, Matt mounted and mated his mother again, though the neighbours, fortunately, didn't call in the report of the donkeys found in a garden. The rich aroma of manure tickled his nostrils from another load he had relieved himself of as he slid deep into his mother's sex, stretching her out luxuriously around his cock. Although there was pleasure there, there was only so much he could do in that moment, thrusting and grinding, reaching orgasm more quickly than he would have done as a man.

But that was all well and good as the donkeys enjoyed their transformation and everything that came with it, the simple pleasures of having every last one of their worries and silly inhibitions stripped from them. They had never needed them anyway, even though human lives had a lot of rules and complications applied to them.

One thing was sure and that was that their lives and their relationship would never be the same again, once they returned to their normal bodies and minds. They were still “in there," of course, just waiting to be woken up, but it was just nice to have that break from reality once in a while.

But neither would want things to go back to the new normal, not after experiencing how good things could be together.

Transforming with his mother, truly, changed Matt's life.