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Today, a sunny Sunday, was special for the small rural town: it was market day. There were many stands everywhere in the main place with very varying wares. Food stands, clothes stands, artisanal wine stands, even amusement stands were in order. John was walking through the loud crowd in the village. He had been wandering from stand to stand during the whole morning, putting everything he bought during the day in a basket he carried. Food, a new wallet, a couple clothes, a small set of kitchen knives and a bottle of wine. The only thing that didn't go in his container was his newly acquired straw hat, which he put on his head. John had an average build, except for his height; he was reaching just shy of two meters high. He had pale skin, brown eyes and short brown hair. He was wearing high boots, comfortable pants and a plaid shirt.

All that was left was to find vegetables for tonight's pot-au-feu. The tall man wandered some more in the many stands of the market only to find that most of them were sold out. He sighed and reluctantly gave up on the idea of the delicious meat stew. Feeling greatly annoyed, John slowly walked out of the crowd and headed toward his home.

He stumbled upon a stand right at the exit of the village, a strange place to set up a temporary shop. A very old woman was moving her wares, among which were the vegetables he was looking for! The granny tripped on a rock and fell, sending a crate of carrots on the ground. John helped the merchant get her scattered goods back in the box and assisted her in getting her stand in order. Seeing how she had everything needed for a pot-au-feu, John asked the old woman if the vegetables were for sale. The granny smiled and started grabbing everything needed for John's dinner: leeks, carrots, celery and some onions. She threw them all in his basket while whispering words the man could not quite make out. He asked her if anything was wrong, but she replied that it was the opposite; after all, a fine gentleman had saved her day. She vigorously shook his hands and thanked him once again before hurrying him away. The man turned away and trotted happily while thinking already about his dinner.

After a minute of walking in the direction of his house, John suddenly realized he hadn't paid the woman! He turned back and hurried toward where the stand was while readying his wallet. But he couldn't find the stand nor the woman no matter how hard he searched. He decided after a few minutes of looking around to give up and headed once again to the exit of the village, walking on the road leading him home.

After twenty long minutes of travelling, John's stomach grumbled. It was already the middle of the afternoon and he still hadn't eaten anything for lunch. As he continued walking, his stomach growled louder and louder from hunger. His home was still about half an hour away and as such, he wasn't willing to wait until his return to get a full meal. He went through his basket in hope of finding something convenient to eat while walking, but wasn't successful. He decided that one of the carrots would be enough to temporarily relieve his hunger.

As soon as John bit on the vegetable, an explosion of flavour hit his mouth. It was crunchy, had a powerful and rich taste that brought his palate to greater places. Every bite was a symphony of tastes, making him go through the whole carrot fast. He swallowed the last pieces of it, almost sad that he had already eaten it whole. He would have loved eating another one, but it felt like this one was as nutritious as a full meal. The man patted his belly, satisfied with his late lunch. Tonight's dinner was going to be the best ever! Next time he'd go to the village market, he had to find that woman and thank her again.

A few steps later John stopped walking as a sudden feeling of extreme weakness took over him. He let his basket fall, sending most of its contents down to the ground. His legs failed him, making him fall down on his knees, panting heavily as an intense heat was invading his whole body. He tried to unbutton his shirt to get more air and cool down, but realized his hands were uncontrollably shaking, preventing him from doing so. His hat fell off his head as he was himself was forced further down from his weakness. He was standing on all four with his forearms resting against the soil below, barely holding his ground. An uncomfortable tingling invaded him, starting from his gut and reaching to everywhere in his body.

John's whole being was hit by a powerful pulse. And then everything went away. The heat disappeared. The itches stopped. His belly calmed. His strength came back. He was feeling better than ever. The man slowly got up and checked that everything was okay. John sighed from relief as it looked like he was indeed fine. What had just happened there? He grabbed his hat and put it back on his head. He then got on his knees where the spilled contents of his basket lied to collect the food and other items and put them back in the bag. He was about to get up after filling his basket once again when he realized there was a last carrot lying about a meter away.

It made John wondered if his sudden malaise was due to that carrot he ate earlier. He brushed the feeling away and reached to the vegetable with his hand. When extending his arm forward, he realized his hand was looking strange. His index and middle finger were stuck together, and the same was happening for his pinky and ring finger. He watched his hands as he realized the fingers were merging together and his nails were becoming thicker and harder. He yelled from fear and threw himself backwards, falling on his butt.

An intense pain hit John in the tailbone. He brought his changing hands back there and discovered a growing nub of flesh tenting the back of his pants. He got up and tried taking a step forward but fell chest first on the ground as he had somehow lost balance. He flipped himself over his back, lifted his left leg to see what was happening there. He couldn't see it but he could definitely feel it, there was something going on there too. He used his hands to remove the boots, struggling to do so because of his new three fingered hands. His socks were hanging over the end of his feet or rather, what was left of them. They had morphed into equine hooves.

John just sat there, dumbstruck. He brought his hands to his head to feel the changes going through his ears, which were moving to the top of his head. They were becoming longer, pointier and furrier by the second as a thick gray fur grew all over his head. As soon as the pelt covered his face his nose and mouth morphed into a large muzzle, pushing his eyes slightly to the sides of his head.

The transformation was pleasurable for John despite the fact that he had to adapt to every change, feeling disoriented by his senses; his ears were much more sensitive to noise now, his sense of smell was much better than it ever was and his range of vision was greatly extended from the changes of his eyes. The fur continued to grow down his body and covered his chest, back and shoulders before going down to his abdominals and arms. The fur was coming in thick under his clothes, covering his pelvic area, newly formed tail and legs. The new appendage at his lower back was elongating fast, straining the pants around his waist. His muzzle was fully morphed, his ears were very long and he marvelled at how much control he had over them, making his straw hat fall once again on the ground. Long hair began sprouting from the top of his head all the way down to between his shoulder blades. The mane lengthened and thickened, falling messily all over his head and shoulders. The tip of his tail grew a fluffy tuft while lengthening, becoming very uncomfortable for the man as it was straining his pants. He slipped his hooved hand in his trousers and adjusted the tail to make it go down one of the pant's sleeve.

John tried to get up on his hind legs, careful to adapt to his new hooves before trying to walk. He adapted pretty quickly, walking a few steps at a time. He then tried trotting before breaking out into a sprint, running in large circles around the place. He realized his new feet were very strong and solid, completely intact despite the fact that he ran bare-hooved over the rocky path for the last few minutes. He took a look at his socks, torn apart by the rocks and dry earth while he was experimenting with his new legs earlier. This new body of his felt great!

The donkey man went back to his basket, grabbed the hat and tried putting it back on his head. He grumbled as his ears were in the way. He took one of the kitchen knives from his basket and cut two holes open in the hat for his ears to pass through. He tried it once again and it was a perfect fit! He combed his mane with his fingers to get rid of their unruly look. With his new appearance on point, he grabbed his basket's handle and carried the bag. It was feeling lighter than before! Or maybe his transformation made him stronger? He started walking toward his home but stopped as he remembered there was still a carrot to be picked. He let go of his basket, got on his knees next to the carrot and extended his left hand there.

Another pulse went through John's body, stronger than the previous one. It made him pant as he was feeling changes hit him once again. The donkey felt his whole being tingle as his body was packing on more muscle mass, making him go from an average build to fit. Every inhalation of air made his chest expand forward a bit more. He realized he was also growing in height. His plaid shirt was straining around his chest and its buttons were slowly pulled apart from their buttonholes, uncovering patches of the gray fur underneath.

John's pants strained at his waist, making his trousers very uncomfortable. The donkey man tried to unbutton his pants to relieve the pressure but his hooved fingers weren't allowing him to do so. Because of his continuous growth, his trousers' sleeves were pulled upward, uncovering more and more of his calves with every passing second. The button from the pants snapped, relieving some of the pressure around his waist.

The pressure on the buttons from John's shirt became too much, making them pop one after another. When the last one snapped the shirt was opened wide, revealing the donkey's large chest. His pants tore apart, freeing his legs from their constraining prison and revealing his impressive leg musculature. The only two pieces of clothing that were still holding their grounds were the fully open shirt, straining around the expanding shoulders, and his boxers, which were slowly tightening around his pelvis.

John caressed his growing body with his hands, discovering that his new fur was much more sensitive than his skin ever was. His touch alone made his cock stir up in the already tight briefs. He explored every part of his large pectorals while moaning. One of his hands adventured lower to explore his ample six pack. His briefs were tenting with his cock, which was hardening from the pleasure he got from touching his own body.

John was growing faster, adding more pressure on his shirt than what it could handle. The sleeves tore apart, making the remains of the shirt join the fragments of his trousers on the ground. His briefs were next as they ripped open, revealing the donkey's morphing cock. It was still mostly human in shape, but it was growing fast: his whole length became longer and fatter, gaining a median ridge at the midsection while the glans flattened into a large flare. His balls expanded and filled with cum, dropping lower as time passed.

John's growth slowed down as he was reaching the three meters mark. His genitals continued expanding without regards for proportions; The cock was now fully equine in shape and was elongating with each of its throbs. His balls dropped lower and grew bigger in concert with the cock's pulses. The donkey was in bliss from the transformation and expansion, making him extremely aroused. He started teasing both his nipples with his hands, making himself moan from the intense pleasure. His cock grew longer and fatter with each second, reaching up to his navel while his balls became as big as oranges and were still expanding fast.

The donkey fell on his knees while working his nipples. His hands switched places, exploring his muscular butt with one hand and massaging his sloshing balls with the other. John was half-panting, half-braying weakly from the intensity of the experience as his orgasm was slowly building up. He let go of his now coconut sized balls to send both his hands on his still growing cock, which reached up to his nipples. He worked his enormous spire, its girth getting almost wide enough for him not to be able to encircle it with both hands. It felt alien to him, as much in shape as in size, but it felt amazing.

The donkey's melon sized balls reached down the ground, resting in front of his knees, sloshing with cum. The flare of his cock bumped into his chin, making him open his mouth to touch the tip with his tongue. That last stimulation was enough to send him to orgasm. The donkey brayed and arched backwards from the peak of pleasure, sending his hat once again on the ground behind him. His large cock flared as it started shooting ropes of cum, each shoot of his seed reached high in the air before falling on the ground in loud splats, completely soaking everything in front of him.

After a couple minutes of his cock firing seed everywhere, John's balls were completely empty. The donkey panted loudly, slowly recovering from the intense orgasm. He let go of his spire, which fell on the cum-soaked ground with a loud thud. He basked in the afterglow of his peak for a small moment before snapping back to himself.

John picked his hat and put it back on his head before getting up. He picked up the carrot on the ground and put it back in the cum soaked basket. Tonight's dinner would be extra tasty and very interesting. He galloped back home, reaching his house in a time record. He was in love with his new body and couldn't wait to eat the rest of the carrots. Or the other vegetables too!