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BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Huh?" Otis grunted. He looked around with his bloodshot eyes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"There it is again," he thought. Finally, Otis realised it wasn't something going out of sync with the music he was listening to. Someone was knocking at the door. "I'm coming!" he yelled out, the bedspread rustling as he got up. He walked over to the door of his dorm room, static crackling running around his feet as his socks slipped over the carpet. He reached up and down, scratching at his hat and his balls, before putting his hand on the doorknob.

Only at the last second did it register that he was naked. Otis laughed: he supposed that was the risk that you took when you were this tired and high. Fortunately, there was a damp towel hanging from the doorknob anyway, so he quickly slipped it around his waist for modesty and unlocked the door, trails of smoke following him and escaping outside.

A top hat wasn't what he expected to see. Looking down, Otis noticed the guy was pretty short. Bleached white hair poked out underneath the wide rim. It was also over the lower part of his face, draping down over his upper lip in a tidily-groomed moustache. The moustache connected to a well-maintained beard. To match the hat, the short guy wore an old-timey suit with tails and a red bow tie and everything. He must have been wearing contacts: nobody's eyes were that red. "Great, a fucking weirdo," Otis surmised. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Would you mind turning the music down?" the short guy asked politely. "It's quite late."

Otis shrugged, claiming, "I thought everyone else had gone home after exams."

"I'm not a student here," the stranger explained, his gloved hands twirling a coin between them. "I'm just here for my show."

"Your show, huh?" Otis repeated, leaning forward and grinning at the guy in front of him. "Why won't this weirdo just go away?" he thought angrily. He just wanted to relax: his exams had been hard, and he didn't want to go home and find out he'd failed. His parents would hit the roof.

"My magic show," the stranger qualified.

"Magic, huh?" Otis grinned some more. "Does anyone care about that any more?" He realised he probably shouldn't have said that, but this guy just seemed to bring out the worst in him.

"I'm pretty good," the magician bragged, seemingly content to ignore the insult Otis had just said. "I bet I can fool you."

Otis shrugged, "I don't know..." He didn't really want to be spending any more time with this weirdo than necessary. He'd rather just continue to get baked before falling asleep.

"It's either that, or I find the manager to complain," the magician countered, sniffing the air. "Last time I checked, the college doesn't exactly smile on drug use on campus."

"Ugh, fine!" Otis relented. The magician pushed Otis's chest, and they backed up into Otis's dorm room. Otis sprawled on the desk chair, leaning backwards. "I suppose you'd also frown upon me smoking?" he asked, annoyed.

"No, no, go right ahead," the magician insisted. "As long as it's nothing stronger than pot, I don't mind what you do. Just as long as you watch." Reaching into one of the many pockets on his jacket, the magician produced a deck of cards.

"Ooh, what a cool trick," Otis quipped, taking a drag.

"Thank you," the magician answered sarcastically. He displayed the cards, and started on with his patter. "As you can see, just a normal deck of cards." Handing them over to Otis, he instructed, "Go through, choose whatever card you want. Mix them up, do whatever you want first. Just pick one and hold it in your hand."

Otis glanced at the deck, then grinned, flicking them up into the air. "You did say I could do whatever I wanted," he said to the magician, who was probably annoyed but didn't show it. He grabbed a random card from the floor - the Jack of Clubs - and looked at it.

Just before Otis was about to ask what was next, the magician snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the card in his hands was completely different. It looked like a card from a deck he had when he was a kid, that you used to play Happy Families.

"The donkey, huh?" the magician said, looking at the card. "Interesting choice."

"How the fuck did you do that?" Otis asked, eyes bulging in amazement. He put down his smoke, scratching at his face. The room was starting to feel hot, which seemed to make his body hair all prickly and itchy.

"Trade secret," the magician laughed, taking the card from Otis and putting it on the table face-up. "Now, why are you still on campus?"

"Don't really want to go home right now," Otis answered while the magician plucked the coin from earlier out from wherever he stashed it when he was doing the card trick. "Still a bit stressed out from exams I guess."

"Heads or tails?" the magician asked, flicking the coin into the air spinning around.

"Uh, tails?" Otis answered.

The coin, obligingly, landed, tails-up.

Suddenly Otis yelped, jumping up. The towel fell off, but he didn't care too much about being naked right then. Twisting his head around, he watched as long hairs started to rapidly push out above his butt. The hairs entangled themselves around each other, quickly becoming a knotted mess. This happened just before the main event: Otis yelped, grabbing onto the chair's back-rest as something fleshy forced its way out of his body.

Otis's tail sagged down as he grimaced and groaned as his flesh was yanked out into an unnatural shape. "What's happening?" Otis begged, "What are you doing to me?"

"Well, you asked for tails," the magician joked, his grin showing off two large front teeth. "Don't be a big baby about it, it'll be over soon."

The tail continued to grow rapidly: it expanded inches in mere seconds. Once it had grown about as long as Otis's forearm, it seemed to slow down. The painful yanking became a numbing tingle, and Otis reached around to grab it. He stared at the strange tail - his tail - in his hands with disbelief, rubbing the fuzzy flesh, covered in bristly grey hairs that trailed into a dark tuft near the tip.

Otis turned to face the magician with a look of utter confusion, a thousand questions racing through his mind. The magician smiled, taking off his hat. Two large, inhuman ears popped out.

"Why don't we try a trick with a little bit more audience participation?" he suggested. Showing off the empty inside of a hat, he placed it on the table, Otis's eyes following him. "Now, where did I leave it?"

Otis could still see that the hat was empty when the magician reached in, arm clearly disappearing through the desk he knew was flimsy, but still solid. His mind was still reeling about the tail, and now the magician's very authentic looking, but equally impossible as the rapid growing of a tail if so, ears. He heard things moving around. Panic and confusion made Otis daring, and he asked. "What - what are you?"

The magician's smile widened. The more Otis looked at his face, the more he realised it wasn't really all that human. It was like trying to see through something that was slowly turning transparent. Whatever this thing was, he wasn't human. In fact, he looked increasingly like an upright rabbit. "A magician," the rabbit-man answered, "I go by Alakazam, though that's not my original name."

"How are you -" Otis's next question was cut short, as Alakazam pulled out something long and kind of floppy from the hat. The material it was made of reminded him of something, but he couldn't quite remember what it was.

"There we go, found it!" Alakazam answered, slamming the rubbery thing down on the table. He proceeded to take off his gloves, and another level of the veil seemed to lift away from Otis's eyes: like Alakazam's face, his hands were covered with soft-looking, white fur. The flesh of his palms were lined with thick, pink skin. "Now, how'd you like this?"

As Alakazam's hands ran down the object he pulled out of his hat, Otis moaned. He dropped his tail, looking down as his cock thickened, pushing upwards as he started to get hard. Alakazam's hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking it again. Otis felt invisible hands rubbing on his shaft.

Sagging onto the chair, Otis spread his legs apart, watching as his cock began to stretch past its normal capacity while the invisible hands mimicked Alakazam's hands on the shaft. He finally figured out what the thing looked like: a dildo, only it definitely wasn't human-looking.

Slowly, Otis realised his cock wasn't staying human-looking either as it expanded. The changes happened in waves, seeming to coincide with the feeling of a ring of fingers sliding down his pole. The head would puff outward, the mushroom shape of the smooth tip slowly distorting as it flattened. Along the expanding shaft, the veins would bulge out of the skin. New colours spotted over, as his foreskin pulled further down his shaft, the protective skin thickening into a wide sleeve.

Along Otis's treasure trail, a curved line of skin pushed out of him, making it easier for his cock to stay up: it had already doubled in size, and was still going, so the extra support seemed reasonable. Continuing to moan, he felt the same feeling gripping his balls. Suddenly he wasn't just erect, but turned on as well: stronger than he'd ever felt in his life.

Panting, he reached down, giving his changing cock a squeeze. Alakazam leaned over, whispering in his ear, "Feels good, huh?"

"Yeah," Otis agreed. He hadn't thought he was inadequate before, but there was something nice about having a thick piece of sensitive flesh springing up to greet you. Sure, it looked weird as fuck, but touching it felt so intense. The flattening head of his cock dripped a little.

"And what about this?" Alakazam mentioned, giving Otis a sly grin before opening his mouth. The dildo's head - matching closer to Otis's cock - disappeared between his lips.

"Guh!" Otis groaned, his balls churning and cock twitching. He could feel lips on his dick: the warmth of a mouth, the sensual rubbing of a rough tongue. Even though it was coming from another guy, it still felt as good as he'd gotten from some of his past exes who'd agreed to suck him off. Better, in fact: Alakazam's skill at tricks weren't confined solely to magical ones, it seemed to him.

Alakazam sucked him off just a little bit, enough to keep Otis wanting more, and eagerly pumping his shaft. His head was starting to feel a bit dizzy, and he panted as his hands squeezed the thick base of the shaft. He needed both now: the idea of having this big of a cock gave him a pretty strong buzz.

Still panting and trying to get off, he watched as Alakazam's mouth released the dildo. It seemed to have transformed some as well: it had gotten smaller, looking more like a regular human-shaped one. Otis felt irrationally annoyed, not wanting to be blue-balled, he hastened up his stroking. He stretched his legs apart, his sweat causing his scrotum, expanding to fit the heavier balls they were containing, to stick to the skin between his legs.

"How'd you like that trick?" Alakazam asked, even though he could pretty easily tell from Otis's slack jaw and furious hands. "A lot, I suppose."

"Mmhmm," Otis agreed: his inflamed libido not allowing him feeling argumentative or talkative. He only barely realised what Alakazam was doing when the rabbit-magician dropped the human dildo into the top hat, almost immediately turning it over - proving it was now empty - and tossing it over at the door. It landed to hang perfectly on the doorknob.

Alakazam dropped down on his knees, right in front of Otis. Otis felt a drizzle of pre-cum slide up his shaft, pouring out of his long, thick inhuman cock. "He's not turning me gay, is he?" he thought briefly. Right now, it didn't really matter if he was: no matter how much he stroked, he didn't seem to be getting any closer to cumming.

Otis tried to move his cock near Alakazam's mouth, but the rabbit ignored it, instead giving each of Otis's socked feet a squeeze. His legs suddenly felt strange, almost as though they'd turned as rubbery and flexible as the dildo. He wanted to ask a question, to stop Alakazam and get some time to think, but even thinking about it pulsed his mind with erotic images and scents that dragged him back in.

With Otis unable to protest, Alakazam slowly tugged on the socks, which seemed to have stuck onto his feet, and stretched along with them. It seemed to pull his shins along for the ride. He grunted, the pleasure of stroking himself closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, but never getting close enough to break through and let the pooling fluids inside him surge out.

Alakazam's tugging changed the shape of Otis's legs, the socks and the feet inside them seeming to leech off of the size of his shins to compensate. His elongated feet suddenly felt cramped: Alakazam had shifted attention to one toe that he'd selected, Otis's feet continuing to change as he helplessly masturbated.

Suddenly his flesh was tingling again, as though the blood and nerves in them had been frozen and now thawed. They hurt, but nothing was stronger than Otis's aching cock and balls. He did, however, pay attention when the socks finally stopped being somehow attached to his skin and were removed.

Otis gave his hooves a brief look. The long, thick dull black nails covered where he'd always seen his toes before now. The same grey fuzz as on his tail, only thicker, had covered the new lower halves of his legs that had been under his socks, and was busy creeping up the rest of his legs, slowly getting longer and thicker the closer it got closer to his chest.

The same thing seemed to be happening around his tail: he gyrated slightly on the chair to still keep jerking off while scratching at the prickling feeling on his back.

While Alakazam took the discarded socks, and started tying the stretched ends into a loop, Otis saw as the last bits of illusion fell away. The only things human-looking about the creature doing these things to him was that he wore clothes and walked on two legs. The white rabbit transfixed him with the red eyes, which sparkled and seemed to glow, as he asked, "Want to see some more magic?"

Otis grunted: right now, he was willing to take the risk that it didn't mean getting sucked off on the even remote chance that it was. He couldn't think, he just sat there mindlessly jerking off as his new equipment flooded his body with potent equine hormones.

"I'll take that as a yes," Alakazam stated, taking the tied socks and pulling them through a loop he made with his middle finger and the palm of his hands. Otis watched as his socks instantly transmogrified into a tied length of rope as it passed from one side of this loop to the other.

Alakazam stood up, tossing the lasso at Otis; the loop landed neatly around his head. Quickly, and with a surprising amount of strength, he tugged.

Otis yelped as he was pulled off the chair. Instinctively, his hands flew out to brace himself. That's when the same pain he felt earlier, when his tail grew, spasm through his arms. His middle fingers bulged forward, the nails on them thickening into rounded hooves as the rest of the flesh of his fingers fused into a lump. Fuzz bristled out of him, sweeping along his arms quickly.

By the time Otis caught himself, he was on all four hooves, the pain still present but dwindling, and the transformation more or less completed. His head spun. "Stop it!" he yelled, "Cha-HAW!"

Otis felt his eyes widen, his word turning to a bray. Alakazam's hand was on his neck, rubbing his throat. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he declared, holding his free hand up to one of his long ears. Then he grinned. "Can you repeat that?"

"Hee-HAW! Hee-HAW!" Otis tried to speak: he thought the words, but his mouth didn't seem to want to obey his mind. He tried to push up, get on his feet, but once again his body betrayed him. He was stuck in this weird angled position until Alakazam allowed him.

"I thought so," Alakazam mentioned, grabbing Otis's cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

The surge of emotions travelling down through the kiss rekindled Otis's arousal from the shock of falling over. His new hormones flushed his mind clean. His thick tool slapped up against his chest: where the splattering of his excitement landed, the growth of the grey hair covering him quickened.

Alakazam's hands slipped along the sides of Otis's face, catching on his ears and pulling on them. Like putty they stretched, Alakazam coaxing the growth of hairs out by rubbing the tip of his finger around the inside as they looked like they were unfolding, the grooves of cartilage disappearing under the rest of the changes.

The kiss stopped, and Alakazam's hand slowly jerked on Otis's ears. Otis felt the stroking all throughout his body. His tongue hung over his lips, panting as he slapped his cock up against his chest, trying to get some release. He brayed again, trying to plead with the magician to do something - anything - to help him relieve himself.

"You know, you do look cute with big ears," Alakazam observed, finally releasing Otis's ears. Standing back, he walked around, admiring the changes he'd made so far. "Really, you're becoming a very handsome animal."

"Animal?" Otis thought. "I don't want to be an animal." His arousal couldn't dampen all his panic, but it was there: the idea that this was going to be a one-way process, and that he'd be stuck like this forever. He brayed mournfully; hoping perhaps that someone could hear him.

"There'd be more chance of that," Alakazam observed, "if you hadn't been a complete ass and cranked up the music so high."

"Music?" Otis's ears perked up. Hadn't he turned off the music?

"No, you didn't," explained Alakazam. "It's just you and me here, bub, in our own little pocket dimension. At least until we go through the door again, but you need to calm down a bit more."

"Calm?!" Otis stomped, braying repeatedly, annoyed.

Alakazam ran his paw along Otis's back. A brush of thick black hair rippled down the back of his neck, trailing down as the rabbit's finger slid along his spine. "Trust me, humans get really caught up in being human that they don't see things from the other side unless you point it out to them."

As Alakazam reached his back end, Otis could hear him whispering in his head. That was impossible, since he could feel the rabbit's hands kneading his buttocks apart, his short muzzle pushing into his ass, and a rough tongue toying with his hole.

"Yeah," Otis heard in his head, the words bouncing around. "Sure, if you were a normal donkey, things would be kind of lame. But as I said, you're coming along pretty nicely."

Almost to emphasise, Otis felt almost his whole body tingle. Suddenly standing like this felt a lot more comfortable. He tried to look back at himself, but couldn't really get a good angle. However, it seemed, however slightly, that his front half was getting longer.

"You're going to have a lot of fun being a donkey where you're going," Alakazam complimented. Otis felt Alakazam's breath filling him up. At least that's what he thought at first; but the air kept flowing as Alakazam's tongue waggled inside of him, and went on longer than anyone should have been able to breathe. He continued to tingle: things started to look, or seemed to look, a bit smaller.

"It's a great little farm," Alakazam continued. "Lots of other donkeys and horses for you to play around with. No more worrying about school or your parents. No money worries, either. Everything in your future would be pretty simple: do a few chores, get to live your life out comfortably." He chuckled, and added, "And all the grass you could want, too."

Otis's body continued to fill out. His massive cock now suited the rest of his body. He'd produced an impossible amount of lubricant: the floor - the whole room - smelled of sex, washing away the smell of his pot.

Alakazam concluded, "Or I can leave you in this world, one more self-centred jackass. A stubborn old donkey in a human suit. Only this is a limited time offer. Remember when you flipped a coin earlier?"

Otis looked down, the coin appearing tails-up on the floor. It, along with everything else, seemed so tiny. He didn't really have much experience with donkeys, but he felt pretty big. Way too tiny for the small room he'd been sharing most of the year. It suddenly felt very confining.

"If you want to stay here," Alakazam's offered, "don't do anything. You'll wake up perfectly normal. Or, if you want, change your mind. Let it be heads, and I can finish turning you into a very handsome donkey."

Otis brayed, Alakazam apparently finished licking his ass. His whole back region felt different now. His tail swished and raised, hairs swiping across the edge of his new, tingling asshole. Turning, he looked over at the mirror. Aside from his head, he looked almost exactly like a donkey. His massive shaft dangled underneath his body, dripping with anticipation. Equally large orbs churned in his stretched sack.

He hated thinking it, but Otis actually felt amazing, better than he'd had in a while. Should he really go for that deal? It was nice having a big old floppy cock, and he could only imagine what sex would be like in this body.

Shaking his head clear, Otis brayed. No, no way he wanted to be a donkey forever!

"Still being stubborn, huh?" Alakazam replied, the glow in his red eyes increasing until they sat like fiery coals on a bed of ash. "Fine then, it's your choice. Perfectly normal it is."

Some dark idea wormed its way into his head. Perfectly normal. Not human. Otis glanced down at the coin again, as it slowly turned itself over, revealing the head of a donkey on the other side.

A deep chuckle grabbed Otis's attention. "Figured that out, huh?" Alakazam noted. "Too bad it's too late."

Otis brayed again, pleading for a second chance, feeling his face beginning to stretch out. His nose stretching out, covering the whole of the protruding jaw that opened. Dark flecks spread around like cancer on his nose.

Hands were on his cock again. These weren't his. Alakazam's voice came from underneath him, the words almost flowing up the cock as the rabbit magician began to suck him off. "I'd tip my hat: most people don't figure it out at all. But my hat's still on your desk, so I guess I'll just do this instead."

The changes to Otis's skull pressed down on his head. He was finding it harder to think. To his horror, he realised that his brain was also changing into that of a donkey. He blinked, his face distorting as the equine muzzle expanded. Large, almost comical teeth, exposed themselves as he brayed.

"You're a self-centred, stubborn jerk," Alakazam explained, "I don't like those. Neither does my employer, for lack of a better term. Sometimes, I come out to make sure there's one less walking around, ruining things for everyone else. The real choice was: do you want a second chance, and prove it by showing you can change your mind and accept a bit of humility, or are you just going to go on being a stubborn jackass in the wrong body, continuing to make bad decision after bad decision?"

"No!" Otis wanted to wail. A darkness seeped through his mind. He blinked. Suddenly, it wasn't him looking through his eyes. It was something else: it was the donkey. It was the one thrusting forward, coaxed on by the smell of the promise of sex that filled the air, and the sensation of a warm, wet hole enveloping his shaft, a firm muscular grip and a warm body underneath him. That felt good.

"Now come on, big fella," Alakazam coaxed. Hands ran along the donkey cock in his mouth, pumping at the base.

The donkey obliged: it had been pent up for ages. Fluids poured into the rabbit's awaiting mouth. Almost as though it was one final sexual trick, the magician managed to let it all flow down his throat, squeezing more and more as the donkey filled him up.

Above Alakazam, the donkey became eager to get away. It could smell the grass outside, and it was famished. Alakazam, however, had a job to perform: only once he could only taste donkey cum did he quickly get out from underneath, grabbing onto the rope. He let the donkey continue to dribble its sexual fluids out as they walked up to the door. Alakazam pushed it open, guiding the donkey into the large green field that lay beyond.

"Damn it, Otis," Alakazam thought. "I hate doing that."

Otis blinked. Or at least tried to. He wasn't in control of his body. He looked, the feeling of his hand along the rope. Then he realised he wasn't even in his body. Last time he checked, he'd been turned into a donkey. But now, he was somewhere else.

Alakazam's chuckle almost deafened him. "Think you were going to be obliterated? Don't tempt me. No, you're getting your second chance. Well, third chance. I'll see if you can turn into a reasonable human being, and if so you get to live as a more-than-reasonable donkey."

"Or," Otis didn't really want to consider the alternative.

"I'd do whatever anyone does when they want some alone time," Alakazam answered, his tone light but the meaning heavy.