Customer Service

"...press three if you wish to talk to a live customer service representative..." Daniel pressed three on his phone hesitantly as he moved to wipe his glasses clean. His sweaty, shaking hands weren't making his job any easier as the phone put him on hold, again.

Dang it. I thought customer service calls were always handled by bots these day. Didn't real customer service people go the way of the dinosaurs. Daniel thought to himself. He would have preferred the bots. Daniel never talked to people anymore if he could help it. He knew he was a shut in and he was ok with that. The internet was a godsend because he rarely left the house anymore either. Sure, his therapist, who he only talked through instant messages, told him he had to get over his agoraphobia but he had everything he needed right here.

Scratching the back of his head, he looked around his front room as he paced back and forth. He inherited the small two bedroom house from an uncle a while back. It was cheap and his job fixing networks allowed him to work on most of his responsibilities from home. The relatively small suburban home was exactly what he needed. Plus, it was located in a quiet neighborhood and no one bothered him. He purposefully didn't know any neighbors but was on first name basis with most of the package delivery drivers in the area. Everything he needed he ordered online. He even got his groceries delivered, not that he ate much. His skinny, pale body showed that off quite well.

Closing his eyes Daniel took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Steadying himself further, he went to counting his statues from various manga and anime. He was quite the proud otaku but the thought of talking to a real woman was...

"Hello there sir. I'm Monica and you've contacted Vinny's International Imports. Your satisfaction is always guaranteed so how is it I can help you today sir?" A deep, breathy feminine voice seemed to pour out like velvet from the phone, stiffening Daniel. He almost dropped the phone on the last word. While he knew a woman might answer his call he didn't expect to find one who exuded so much...raw sex. And that was just from her voice.

"Sir, are you there?" Dan breathed heavily into the phone. He needed to say something. Wiping some stray mahogany hairs from his eyes he took a deep breath.

"...yes..." He replied with a tiny voice.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't hear that, can you say again?" The voice continued to sound like warm honey, activating the few parts of Daniel's libido that rarely came out. He had to take a deep breathe again and just get out what he wanted to say.

"I'mDanielJacksonandthebookIorderedwasn'ttheonethatcame." He managed to spit out, breathing had as he fell onto the large leather couch. His hands shook, coated in sweat from the outburst. Silence lasted a few seconds and he was afraid he'd have to repeat it. In fact, if she hung up, he'd have to go through everything again, and the wait to get a live operator always too way too long anymore. And besides, Monica did seem nice...she did call him sir didn't she?

"Ah, Mr. Jackson, yes, yes your package was delivered today and...oh my, my, my. It does seem we made quite the mistake." He gave a small sigh. She must have at least got his name as he turned his attention to the package he received. Quite the mistake was right as Daniel picked up the offending object from the box.

He ordered a nice rare edition Of Flower and Hearts, a Japanese only manga that had a one time run in the 90's. It was the last book he needed for his collection and this Vinny's was the only international dealer that seemed to carry it along a few other rare books he had his eyes on.

He instead received something...quite perverted. Picking the book up with one hand, he repressed a gag because just looking at the cover made him slightly queasy. The book was something called "The Fat Farm". It seemed to be some pervy gay anthro erotica, not that there was anything wrong with that he quickly corrected himself. It just wasn't...for him. The cover seemed to have a photograph of a massive anthro hog, lying in what Daniel hoped was only a muddy pig sty in a...seductive pose. The massive boar was covered in sweat; hefting his massive flabby gut up to reveal a pair of cantaloupe sized bristly balls and a thick leaking member.

Daniel shivered slightly as he dropped the book back in the box. He knew a few anthro's but none of them ever let themselves...well just go like the cover "model" of that...thing. The back wasn't any better with a massive fat bull on all fours, his thick hairy flab slightly holding him up as there seemed to be...cow milkers on his thick sagging nipples. And of course he had the look of an orgasm on his face.

Gagging a bit, he closed the box and pushed it away on the coffee table in front of him. He listened to Monica type some things into the computer and waited for her to tell him when and where to return the messed up package, or, failing that, how to get a refund.

"And we're all Dane sir. As you know, we here at Vinny's PRIDE ourselves on one hundred percent customer satisfaction. So we're going to go ahead and fix you right now and send you some complimentary supplemental material to make your slow transition much more pleasant!" The thick, syrupy voice almost caused Daniel's knees to bend, even as he sat, as he silently nodded to the phone. Something about that last part made him feel a weird shiver course through his body.

"Is there anything else we can help you today Mr. Jackson?" Daniel shook his head slightly before doing a face palm. He quickly realized she wouldn't be able to see that so he instead replied with small, wimpy "'es". Still, there was something strange about what she said before but her raw sexual energy just dripping from that voice kept his mind otherwise occupied.

"Well then, enjoy the "New You Package", compliments of Vinny himself." And with that, the seductively sounding woman hung up. It took a few moments for the whole conversation to hit Daniel as he felt like he was waking up from some fog.

What...just...happened. He wondered in complete bafflement. She didn't give him any number to call, or any return policy. Instead there was something about...fixing him? Not only was that a horrible business plan, how would they even FIX a customer? Sighing, Daniel resigned himself to the fact he just lost twenty bucks. Not wishing to get back on the phone and try to sort it out again, Daniel decided to just...dispose the disgusting erotica.

He needed some tape though. There was no way he wanted some guy to go through his trash and find that filth. He would have burnt it if not for the fact the suburb city he lived didn't allow for any bonfires. Picking up the box he gave a small cry as his foot hooked under the ottoman, falling over and sending the book flying out the container into the tiled kitchen floor.

Groaning to himself and rubbing his shin, Daniel was more embarrassed then anything because of his constant clumsiness. Still massaging his bruised shin, he went to pick up the book again. He shook his head as he had to pick up that pornographic horror he received, expecting another instance of gagging.

The book had instead opened up to a pinup of an obese horse anthro. A huge equine harness hung from his shoulders and his body thick with sweat from "working". The pick seemed to show the harness holding up the beast's gut, revealing his rather ample groin. His massive hanging member was actually dripping what looked like a pool of pre cum underneath his sagging apron.

Instead of the usual reaction though, Daniel's four inch member started to harden much to his embarrassment. He tried to look away but he instead slowly turned the page to the cover model, stuffing his face in a trough filled with pastries. His massive ass was thick with bristles and sweat, pushed up in the air as if waiting for Daniel's own cock to...

He couldn't be getting aroused from this could he? Biting his lower lip Daniel's hand slowly moved down his clean pressed pants to work his slightly hardened member. His underwear was quickly growing a damp spot as he worked his penis to full on arousal. He began silently moaning, both from the pleasure this was giving him and the self hatred he was feeling from the fact that he was actually getting off from this...filth.

Quickening his pace, Daniel started moaning louder. His erection was harder then it ever had been now, just from looking at these images. He knew he was about to shoot, but also wanted to hold off till he at least took off his clean pants. As he struggled with his belt, constant jostling of the area made it a moot point as he set himself off.

"HAWW..." Daniel exploded. His animalistic cries lead to an intense orgasm, dampening his underwear with a small amount of seed. He dropped to his knees, before leaning back against the cabinets. Lying on the kitchen floor, still pulsing from the warm afterglow of the orgasm, another pleasurable feeling rocked his body almost directly after.

"Oh...oh god what..." He groaned as his balls throbbed in both pleasure and fullness. Quickly pulling his sticky pants and briefs down, he felt something was very wrong and took a good look at what was occurring below.

While Daniel's balls continued to throb, each pulse seemingly caused them to expand slightly. His face was awash in terror as his once small testicles were growing wider, fuller. He could actually feel them fill up with more seed as his sack seemed to grow a small covering of thick, grayish fur. And that's when he went ballistic.

It wasn't human hair. That was some sort of fur covering his growing ball sack and that wasn't natural.

"This...this...URRP...can't be happening..." He shivered in fear. Steadying himself by the counter as he tried to get himself up to his feet as his belly gave a loud grumble. He was suddenly starving as the fur growth started to spread throughout his groin. Looking back down as he grabbed some low fat cookies from the counter, he watched his member started to inflate slowly. The pale hue was beginning to change more into a mottled black and white color while his penis added three inches to its once two inch softened state.

His belly continued to rumble as he gripped the cabinets and counters to slowly drag himself over to the fridge. He knew he should be calling the hospital but right now he needed to eat. It was as if his body needed food to fuel the changes that were occurring.

Taking out anything he could find, milk, ice cream, salads, cereal, from the fridge and cupboards, Daniel devoured whatever he could that was already cooked and in easy grabbing distance. His feet started to feel numb as he continued to glut. Fingers soon following that feeing as the grayish fur spread out to his stomach and legs. Terrified and yet still slowly munching on whatever he found, Daniel slowly fell back to the floor to untie his shoes, hoping to take some of the pressure off his feet.

Taking a breather from his forced gluttony, Daniel hazarded a look down as he used a napkin to wipe off his face. His legs were wrong, misshapen somehow. Quickly taking off the rest of his shoes, and the pants and boxers that were scrunched around what was once his ankles, he realized these weren't human legs anymore. A backwards bend was created under his knees as if his ankle split into two, creating a more ditagrade look. His toes were hardening, merging tougher into what looked like thick hooves, bursting through his socks. Further up, past his now thick muscled thighs, his soft mottled member continued to look as if it were some balloon being blown into.

He was at least happy he took off his pants as his buttocks were expanding quite a bit bigger then it was before. A mixture of fat and muscle was inflating his butt quite a deal bigger as a new appendage seemed to be poking out. Giving it a feel, he tugged on what seemed to be a slowly extending tail. While terrified at this, the ropy appendage he was growing mixed with his inflating balls and member at least told him he was changing into some sort of equine based anthro. At least he hoped he would still be at least anthro. He didn't want to turn into a full on animal.

Daniel was also experiencing a sense of vertigo as everything also seemed to be getting smaller. His legs were adding inches to his small 5'7 frame. His shoulders seemed to broaden as the changes moved up while he lost feeling in two of his fingers, slowly merging together into three fingers ending in thick hoof like nails.

Breathing more heavily Daniel also felt his neck thickening. It was expanding with muscle as fur started covering his lengthening neck. It was at this point his face started to change and his mouth seemed to push out and expand.

"No, no, no...HE HE...HAW!" Daniel released another bray as he hopelessly tried to push the growing muzzle back into his face. He could feel his ears expanding as they slowly traveled upwards, enhancing his hearing while his sense of smell steadily increased as his snout grew longer. The combination of his muzzle and ear growth dislodged his glasses off his face, making them tumble to the floor. Half of his teeth flattened but it would appear some stayed omnivorous, probably allowing the now mostly donkey anthro to still consume meat.

His hair started to recede slightly around the sides of his head, forming a thick but short mahogany mane that stood mostly straight up. His ears moved to each side of the mane, standing up long and thin.

Once again he tried to stand up but with his new hooves, it didn't last long. Falling back down onto his massive bubble butt, he was slightly relieved as the changes seemed to be starting to wind down. A slight pain in his groin from the fall caused his eyes to be drawn back to his groin. The fur on his balls had darkened more, to a darker grey, almost black as they seemed to now actually droop onto the floor as he sat. Their size had increased to that of large ripe oranges. He was scared to touch them in fear of setting of more changes as his penis seemed to have found a home in a thick sheath of skin. About 5 inches of the almost beer can thick penis was still hanging out as the tip also touched the tiled kitchen floor. A thick ring had formed around the middle of the thick, fleshy tube as it gently seemed to drool pre cum.

Daniel had to sit there for almost thirty minutes, stuck in his mind, replaying the horror of the events which just transpired. This just wasn't possible. He was turned into a monster. No. not a monster, just an anthro... But still. This shouldn't have been scientifically feasible. His eyes then moved over to the book. The thing that started it all, lying on the floor across the room.

Moving slowly, Daniel caught sight of his glasses on the tile, thankful that they didn't break from his actions during the violent change. Gently putting the spectacles on his face he came to a few realizations. First, with his widened muzzle and taller ears, the glasses would never fit. Second, the glasses only seemed to make his vision worse. If there was any plus to this horror it was that he didn't seem to need them anymore.

Slowly getting his footing as he rose himself up onto his new thick hooves, it surprisingly didn't take Daniel long to get acclimated to his much taller form even though his first try failed. He laid the glasses on a kitchen counter as he started to make his way into the living room. He wondered if this was just another part of the change, if it did something to his brain as his eyes went back to the phone and he remembered what the customer service woman said. They'd fix him. They fixed him to what? More to match someone who'd be in the book?

He shook his head as he had to duck slightly under the doorway to get back into the living room to reach the phone. He had to be over 6'5 feet in height as his ears just brushed the top of the frame. His long lithe body though seemed to be quite tired as he slowly had to keep redialing the numbers to the customer service line. The thick fingers made it hard to press the buttons which meant he might have to purchase a new keyboard and phone set to match his new appendages if this was a permanent problem. No, he shook his massive head. This was only a ...temporary dilemma. He had to keep thinking positively. Going through the initial call transfers to get to a customer service rep, Daniel's hoofed fingers were shaking now more in fear about what happened to him then talking to a live representative.

"Hello there sir. I'm Monica and you've contacted Vinny's International Imports..." It was her. The same woman from before but for some reason her voice just wasn't as...attractive for some reason. It didn't seem to hold the same sway as before. "Ms. Monica, oh thank god I got through. Listen...I think you, maybe this sounds crazy, but I think when you fixed my order you turned me into a..." Daniel interrupted Monica's opened monologue.

"Ah Mr. Daniel right? Yes, yes. We processed your request. For one hundred percent satisfaction, we made sure to make you more in line with the readers of that particular publication! Are you still unhappy?" Daniel couldn't believe what he was hearing. They WERE the cause of this! He...he should call the cops. He should threaten to sue, but another thought hit him. How would anyone believe him? How COULD they believe him? People don't just shift species out of thin air, he'd look like a crazy person.

"But...But I'm a donkey! I'm a dang jack ass, forgive my language!" He shouted, getting a bit perturbed at the sheer lunacy of his situation.

"Ah, understandable sir. This is a big change but you're still not happy with the book?" Monica asked again, just as sweet as usual, as if the inanity was all on his end.

"NO! The book is what got me into this in the first place HAW!" Daniel covered his muzzle in embarrassment as he let loose another bray, his fingers somehow feeling the thick leathery lips just as well as they did when they were normal.

"Well then, we'll go ahead and make sure to fix your current dilemma in order to further your satisfaction. Have a nice day once again Mr. Daniel." And before Daniel could interrupt her to ask her what she meant, the phone line went dead.

Holding his large head in frustration, Daniel started to dial the number again. He wasn't stupid. He needed to make sure exactly what this company planned on fixing before things got worse. As his fingers once again fumbled with the small numbers, his doorbell rang.

"I'll be right there, gi...give me a second." He wasn't expecting anyone today, and halfway to the door he realized he was completely nude. Rushing to the bathroom he grabbed the biggest towel he could to cover his massive ass and crotch. Rushing back to the front door he opened it as quick as he could, accidently knocking his head a bit on the top of the door frame.

"I'msorrybutIwasjust in the bathroom..and...this...was...a..." Rubbing his slightly aching head, Daniel started to blurt out an explanation till he saw what was standing on his doorstep.

"Huh, oh, hey there, sorry, I just got this route big guy and I hope I got the right address for these." A deep rumbling voice came from a brown suited delivery man who Daniel actually had to look up at. The tiger had to be over seven feet tall. Muscles bunched around his tight fitting outfit, only to seemingly emphasize how masculine the beefy predator looked.

"I...I...I...he Haw!" Daniel covered his muzzle once more in embarrassment as his thick member started to slide out of his massive sheath under his towel. "Daniel Jackson right big guy? I'll just call ya Dan then. Here, these are for you." The tiger seemed too ignore the equine's outburst as he handed him two large boxes. Daniel just seemed to nod at everything the bulky feline said, using a free hoof to sign the clipboard. The feline was having some hypnotic effect on him, almost like Monica had on him during the first phone call.

"Maybe I'll see you around sometime soon. Not many of us anthros around these parts. Would be nice to have someone to talk to big Dan." He gave the donkey man a wink before headed back to his delivery vehicle. A thick muscular bubble butt gently swaying in time with his thick striped tail caused Daniel to drool slightly.

Giving the beefy feline a slight wave, Daniel shook his head. What was he doing! Carrying the boxes inside, he gently laid them on the coffee table before taking off his towel.

He then decided he had to clean up the mess he made on the kitchen floor, throwing away all the scraps of food he left when he made his small mess when he was unceremoniously changed. He actually had to force himself to clean up for some reason, usually he was more than eager to keep things as clean as possible but this was sort of a struggle.

All throughout cleaning though, his mind kept going back to the massive beefcake. It did cause him some mental anguish because he never really had those thoughts before. Sometimes with girls but never about guys. Obviously though this was part of the change he reasoned as he imagined what the tiger would look like without that shirt on.

As he scrubbed down the floor he was biting his lower lip slightly as he could almost feel those tight abs...those thick bulging biceps. That nice thick muscled ass that he wanted to take to be a nice cock warmer...

He shook his head at that last...perverted thought. That's when the smell hit him. A thick, sticky, masculine smell he didn't recognize but seemed...familiar. Looking down he saw that while he was mopping up the tiled floor, his massive equine dick flopped half out, dripping pre all over the swifter He was just mopping his own juices all over the kitchen tiles.

"Oh geeze...I've...I've got to take care of this." Grabbing some thick paper towels he rushed into the bathroom, making sure to try and keep his member from drooling all over his carpet. Jumping into the bath tub, a bit cramped now because of his size, he decided that he had to fix the problem. He tried to reason it was because this was the quickest way to end all the dripage, but secretly knew he also sort of wanted to see how big he was and how much he'd be...well...producing.

Daniel hesitantly gripped his beer can thick tube and started to stroke it gently. Already 10 inches of the floppy member was coaxed out, coating his thick fingers and helping them slide over the much more sensitive penis. Giving another bray, he didn't bother covering his muzzle in embarrassment now. This just felt too good. He actually needed two hands to fully grip the massive pole, although he took some time to play with his throbbing, hairy balls. He bounced the thick orange sized orbs up and down a bit, feeling their thick weight which only caused him to close in on his much needed orgasm.

His throbbing penis now pulsed with every rub, a full 22 inches in length. He found the medial ring was especially sensitive, along with the thick flattening head. It didn't take long for the donkey to finally let loose, releasing a thick, yellowish stream of cum all over the bath tub's walls. Sitting on the side of the tub, the equine gave another few brays before slowly calming himself down. "G...God...God damn...." He had to steady himself before another round of pleasure hit him, and he realized it was exactly what he felt before the last changes occurred. Fear gripped him as he felt him belly rumble again as he felt itchy. Gripping the sides of the tub he slowly turned himself around to look at the full length mirror on the backside of the bathroom door. The smell of fresh cum still dripping from the tubs walls only increasing the disgust he was feeling about the act as he saw some darker hairs seeming start to grow on his chest.

That wasn't the only change though. His non existent belly started to swell as he let out a massive, crude belch. A thick but solid ball was slowly starting to emerge from his abdomen, more like a ball gut or a beer belly. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He was changing more to fit the ideal reader of that damned magazine.

"Fu..Fuck that..." He scratched the thickening hair on his chest as he watched himself slowly expand in the mirror. His face developed what looked like a thin layer of stubble as his lower lip looked a bit...puffy. Around his body, it seemed he was thickening up other places as well. His lithe arms and legs were gaining some thicker mass, a bit of muscle but that seemed to be over shadowed by some fat growth as well, covering up any definition he might have gained otherwise.

His chest started to thicken as well, nipples growing a bit rounder under the growing chest hair. His face also filled out more. The equine muzzle seemed to round a bit as a double chin started to form. Cheeks grew thicker and it seemed like some sort of jowls began to appear.

"Thith...thith thucks...Wait...what?" Daniel groaned. His speech was thicker, deeper but there was a slight lisp occurring. His two front incisors were growing, thickening into the start of some over grown buck teeth.

Gripping the sink as the changes started to wane, he took a once over of his present predicament. A good deal of hair patched over his chest and the start of a treasure tail down his thick ball belly. His pitts were covered with the stuff and he felt tired. He felt out of shape as the thick beer gut bounced around with every heavy step. His balls even felt heavier even though he couldn't see under his heavy gut any more. He had to hold up the belly to see the now grapefruit sized orbs.

"Ugh, and I'm curthing like a fuc...like a dan...like a dang thailor." The fat donkey man stepped on the scale. Having to bend over more then he used to need, he found the digital display putting out an error. The scale had a 300 pound limit because he never thought he needed anything more. Exactly how fat was he?

That was when the hunger hit. It wasn't like before; a knot the pure raw pain, but instead this was a constant nagging. A need. Slowly walking out of the bathroom, his hooves taking much louder, slower steps, he ignored the mess in the tub. But there was a little voice in the back of his head that was screaming for him to at least spray down a bit. He shoved it off for some reason. It seemed like too much work right now.

He needed food but he didn't have anything that he'd be able to eat right now. Even all the salads were gone from his first glut and weirdly, that no longer even seemed to interest him. His belly seemed to want something thicker, meatier...juicy. But he still couldn't go out like he was. He had nothing that could even slightly fit his massive frame.

Each step to the couch caused his thick ass to bounce, only causing the Daniel to snort a bit as he dropped down on the comfortable sofa, hearing it groan a bit. He knew he really should be more careful but right now he wanted to know what was in the boxes, they might have had some food in them.

The first box was sort of a disappointment though. Inside was a new outfit. Sweat pants, suspenders, and a wife beater made for someone his size or smaller. They'd be a bit tight on him but they'd allow him to go out at least for some food.

The second box did bring him a bit more excitement. It was a 24 pack of brew. Without even thinking the donkey opened up a bottle and started to chug it. Halfway though he stopped and let out a massive belch wiping his thick, buck toothed muzzle with the back of his hairy arm. It was while he was guzzling down on the second half he realized not only what he was doing, but how he was acting.

His eyes opened wide as he choked a bit, coughing as he tried to make sure to get the beer out of his lungs. What was the hell was he doing? He was acting like a real fat ass...which made him laugh a bit at the irony of the situation, causing him to bray slightly. But he shook his head quickly afterwards. This wasn't funny, he shouldn't be laughing. He needed to fix this.

As his hand reached for the phone though, his belly gave a large gurgle, making the chunky Daniel release another belch. After he got some food then he decided. Besides, he figured out how the changes worked now. Every time he orgasmed seemed to be when he changed so all he had to do is keep his libido low, and eating shouldn't affect that one bit.

He really wasn't going to wear the suspenders when he put on the clothes, having some issues with his fat ass and the boxers. He really didn't see the point till he found his thick beer gut pushing down the sweat pants, showing off a fat plumbers crack. He did have trouble putting those on though, having to actually take off his pants and put the suspenders on before so he could grab the elastic bands to fit around his thick beer gut and attach to the front of his waistband. And of course every few steps he had to keep pushing the wife beater down under his large table muscle.

The worst part was he was breathing a bit heavier and was sweating slightly from the exertion of just changing his outfit.

"Fuckin' hell..." He tried to stop himself but the curse came out anyways. He couldn't believe just putting on clothes could be tiring, but all this bulk was causing so much trouble. He felt like he should take a bath from the slight sheen of sweat he was producing but he'd have to clean the tub first. And even then he'd probably be sweating again changing back into these damn tight clothes anyways. Besides, he was still starving so he started his journey to the car.

Before he left for the store, he spotted something at the bottom on the package which held his new outfit. It looked like a truckers cap. A logo for some weird company called Big Boy Truckers was emblazoned on the front. It really wasn't important but for some reason, he decided to put the hat on, his ears sliding nicely through the holes cut through the top. The cap just seemed to fit him more.

After having to move the seat as back as it could go, both for his new height and the thick gut, he was glad he had a full sized car otherwise he'd have had a lot more trouble. And even then he bumped his head on the car's roof a bit while entering and his ears touched the top of the car while he drove. His belly also seemed to keep poking into the steering wheel so he had to constantly remember to suck it in.

Any fears of being in public were swept away by the growing gnaw of hunger in his gut. And while he was originally going to head to the grocery store get some more salad; the sight of a local fast food burger joint caused his gut to growl, so he took a quick turn into the parking lot, flipping someone the bird when he cut them off. Getting a quick parking space he soon felt horrible about how much of a maniac he was when driving and strived to keep his actions under better control.

Daniel grunted as he exited his car, the vehicle gave a few small creaks from his excess weight as he left. His original plan was to just head through the drive through and stay out of public but it was lunch time and cars were already lined up around the building. Going inside would unfortunately be much faster.

The worst part for Daniel was not what he thought. He honestly didn't care at all of the opionions the people staring at the fat ass. Instead, the biggest issue was waiting for the food. Just standing there, towering over what were mostly a human customer base, he was beginning to sweat. He knew he probably should have put on some sort of deodorant before he left but for some reason the though didn't cross his mind till now. He knew he was starting to stink because he could smell the start of some B.O. In fact he took the time to sniff his own armpit while waiting in line before he realized what he was doing. He gave a very embarrassed smile as some people gave him disgusted looks.

Daniel decided that it would be better to concentrate on what he wanted to eat, but that brought up another problem. Everything seemed good. Well, almost everything. He didn't want anything to do with any of the salads. That thought confused him the most because while he always loved the leafy stuff, weren't donkey's supposed to be herbivores?

"Sir. Sir..." The young bored teenager was giving him a disgusted look as he realized he was holding back the line while drooling at all the combinations he could get. It was even worse considering he seemed to be literally drooling, saliva was running own the side of his thick, puffy lower lip.

"Oh um...errr... Excuthe me. Yeah, yeah. Umm, I'll have three number twoth. Two number threeth, four number fourth...a diet coke and a thalad..." The equine gave a very sheepish look as he had ordered enough meals for a party. It didn't help with the thick lisp he developed only caused him to sound like a, well dumb ass. The bored teenage just typed in the order and told him to step to the side, his nose scrunching at the musky smell coming from the equine.

Unfortunately, when paying for the order, a few cents fell on the floor. Slowly bending over, the fat donkey's sweatpants showed off Daniel's thick, sweaty plumbers crack to all the people in line. And while he was down there, he also released a crude, horrendous fart. He was mortified, quickly standing up as fast as he can as he turned around to see a lot of angry people, mumbling about the fat ass.

"He...hey now. It...it was just an athident people. Ev...everyone doeth it!" God it was a nasty one, even people near the back of the store were scrunching their noses. The worst part on seeing that though, was the small hint of...pride he felt.

Grabbing all the bags he bought as they were sat out, he rushed as quickly as his massive bulk would allow him out of the store, stuffing a burger into his muzzle as he threw all of his bags into the car and drove home.

"Fuck em...it'th not my fault I'm a mmmurrrp big guy." Daniel grumbled to himself as he finished the first bag while driving home. He just threw the wrappers all over the care, thinking hell just clean up later, maybe in a day or two when this all blew over. His clean shirt was already smudged with crumbs and ketchup, not to mention the sweat he was building under his arm pits. He realized this mess was occurring even before he actually reaching home. He was slightly scared how much of a mess he'd make when sitting down.

Daniel took very little time bringing all the food in. He just grabbed all the greasy bags he had and entered his home as fast as possible. He was starving and he needed to chow down right now. Dropping his weight onto the couch with a loud crunch, he decided to grab the phone and try the customer service again. His thick, greasy fingers had even more trouble dialing the numbers as he had another burger stuffed in his muzzle. The worst part was his slightly dripping member was once again hardening but he knew better then to touch that. Any changes that had happened so far happened after he finished jerking off. Well masturbating, he tried to mentally correct his random crudeness.

With every burger the donkey seemed to shove into his muzzle, the equine followed it up with a large gulp of beer, usually resulting in a belch. He tried to excuse himself for the first few but the constant gas just became too tedious, and with no one around, he decided to just let it go for now. The hold time seemed to last longer as Daniel was halfway though his lunch. He tried to eat a bit more cleanly, seeing his shirt already quite stained from his little bout of gluttony in the car, but the more he consumed, the less he seemed to care.

Giving his belly a scratch with his greasy hand, he realized he should just put the phone down for now. Setting the phone to speaker allowed him to use two hands now, one holding a burger, and the other the beer. But it wasn't long before he could feel something dripping down his leg.

Idly putting his chubby hand down his pants, he gently stroked his member, feeling the long thick hose drooping down into his pant leg, dripping pre over his thick fat calf. He knew he shouldn't be agitating the situation more but he wasn't doing anything really to get himself off and besides, he could always pull back.

"Hello there sir. I'm Monica..." The same woman as before started talking.

"Yeah, yeah urrrrp. Look. I want mah fuc...my life back you hear!" Daniel grunted into the phone, his hand idly stroking his semi hard, leaking cock as he pulled it out of his sweat pants.

"Ah, Dan again. Sir, I just don't know how much more we can do for you. Isn't the book much more in line to your personal tastes now?" Thoughts of those big studs on the cover almost brought the donkey to another orgasm but he pulled his hand back in time, breathing heavily. Taking another gulp of beer, and a bite of burger, Daniel continued, spewing crumbs all over as he spoke.

"Ye...Fuck no. Listen you little huthy. You're turning me into a urrrrp. God Damn it. I'm a fat fuck. I'm not thupposed to be like thith!" The ass belched again into the phone. The receiver now covered in donkey drool and smelled faintly of beer.

"Now Dan, there's no reason to curse little ol' me." Even while seemingly chastising Dan, the voice still seemed to be flirting with the fat donkey. But at this moment, the voice was doing nothing to Dan. In fact the full feeling and his fat gut was turning on the equine more then she ever did.

"Then you'll fix thith now. I'm not going to even try thooting mah...my load till you promisth me that I'll return to normal!" Giving off a loud fart that even Monica could hear on the phone, Dan gave his head a curt nod as his large cock throbbed in front of him. He was proud he was restisting the thick meaty pole, pre still just constantly drooling out.

"Well sir. I promise you that within two more instances you'll be completely fixed the way you should be. And besides fatass. I doubt you'll even need to touch it anymore to get off." The voice seemed to be playing with Dan's head now. The Donkey wasn't having it though as his cock continued to throb harder every bite.

"What the hell you talkin' bout bitch..." Dan groaned as he was on his last burger. His thick beer gut overly stuffed, porking out over his tightened waistband. His cock was on the verge of coming, but his will was solid. Giving his belly a good rub he took the last bite of the burger.

And that was when he realized his mistake. His eyes widened as his full belly and the food in him set him off. Gripping the large leather couch sides, his balls jumped up in his sack, resulting in the biggest orgasm of Dan's life. His massive equine member started spewing loads of thick, yellowish cum all over the front room and coffee table. He belched and brayed as multiple orgasms ripped through his fat sweaty body, soon leaving him exhausted, drooling, and sweaty.

"Fuck..." He just got off on stuffing himself like a hog and as soon as the after glow started to set in, he could feel the changes coming on.

Letting loose a volley of farts combined with more belching, Dan started to expand. At this point though, he was starting not to care. He was exhausted after the orgasm, and just couldn't care less at this point.

His large beer belly began to soften now. The once hard, round ball started to sag in between his fat thighs. He started to breathe harder as he gave his widening butt a scratch. He was starting to take up two full cushions now as he listlessly felt his ass expanded.

Giving off another belch he realized all the itching was from the new round of hair growth. The thick spread of dark hair was growing even larger on his chest and belly but a thick pelt was growing down his back and too his massive growing ass.

His limbs were thickening more, rounding out even further. His thighs would make the growing equine waddle now, almost always touching except when he sat, his thickening belly apron would keep them spread apart.

Leaning back he could actually feel his balls start another round of growth as he felt them sagging lower, hitting the lower leg rests as they started to refill with cum. Already his cock was starting to just pre constantly, eve in it's thick, flaccid status.

Looking over his belly he saw a slight pool begin to form underneath his gut.

"Damn, well at leatht most of it will be hidden by mah belly..." He gave a sharp snort, slapping his flabby gut. His thickening middle grew larger love handles as the changes continued as Dan felt more tired. A double belly seemed to be forming with a crease separating the upper flab with the lower apron. His cavernous belly button just grew even deeper, thick with sweat and hair.

His face continued to round out even more now. A third chin was soon swallowed up by a thick round tire of flab surrounding the donkey's once muscular neck. His jowls were covered in thick stubble, the hair growth not happening on his face much to emphasize the scruffy look of the ass. His buck teeth thickened a bit more and yellowed a bit as well. This was only emphasized on the thick, darkened lower lip that had puffed up much more in this round of changes.

It also didn't help as Dan started to grow older. Slight wrinkles forming as the older donkey Passed his twenties and mover into his late thirties. His ears seemed to sag a bit as he looked wearier, more mature. His thick mahogany mane seemed to thin a bit as well as the hint of some grey in his hair.

Under his massive neck and face, his chest also seemed to double in size. His thick moobs completely swelled onto his massive gut. He could wear a bra easily at this point, each mob holding a thick nipple. Wanting to experiment a bit, he realized he could hold up one of those thick moobs and suck on the nipple, giving his member a small throb.

His clothes fit but only barely. His wife beater almost doubled as that bra, covering only his upper belly. The suspenders were spread out tight, trying to keep the over expanded elastic of the sweat pants still up. He could still go out like this but they'd probably not last through a huge meal.

Giving his massive hairy gut a slap, Dan was ready to just give up. Rubbing what he could reach of his mammoth belly, he felt a few warts popped up here and there but the other change had to be the musk. He just smelled like a barn now. And the worst part, he kinda enjoyed it.

"And you seem to be enjoying yourself Dan, so I'll let you go. Thank you for choosing Vinny's!" And with that, Monica hung up. Dan realized the woman must have heard everything, the change, the orgasm, his massive bout of belching and flatulence, but right now, he didn't care. He was starving and it was dinner time.

Grunting the fat ass slowly tried to heft his massive bulk off of the couch. It took a few tries, having to sway back and forth; Dan finally forced himself to his thick hooves. Adjusting his ball cap, the only piece of clothing that still seemed to fit correctly, he slowly hefted his body to the door. He grumbled curses with every step. He also had to stuff his thick member back into his sweats, hefting his belly up in the process.

All together the massive fat ass was at least 600 pounds of blubber. He was slightly huffing and puffing as he reached the door, leaning against it a bit as he opened it up an unexpected site.

In front of him, the massive ups tiger from before was standing there.

"Oh hey big...wow..." The tiger turned around, expecting the lithe donkey from before but got a massive, sweaty lardass who was currently scratching his thick hairy ass and downing another beer.

"Umm...sir, I think I've got a package for your...son? The...more...ummm..." The tiger seemed nervous now. While he was still taller, and had a lot more muscle on him, the donkey was easily over a quarter of a ton.

Multiple thoughts were going through Dan's mind. The stud was back. He was still hungry. God that tiger still had a hot ass. His belly was growling. Would the tiger still want to even enjoy a fat fuck like him?

"Fuck it." Daniel grabbed the taller feline's collar and brought him close to his nose.

"Look, kid. I'm fucking thtarved. My thon's car ith too thmall, tho you're going to take me in your nice delivery van to the clothetht buffet. Then we're coming back here and you're either going to thuck my cock or I'm going to pound your ass." The tiger's ears went flat from the thick smell the donkey was producing form his sweaty body and bad breath. But the ass could also smell the feline's slight arousal so his hand gripped the tiger's crotch.

"And judging from this kid, you like the thound of it tho let's go." The donkey let the feline go. The tiger was awe struck. Looking down at the greasy, sweaty stain the donkey left on his shirt, he couldn't believe the intense hold that the obese older guy had on him. He stood there, watching the fat ass waddling to the truck, stopping every so often to take a break.

Flattening his ears again, the feline put the packages in Dan's home before quickly running to the passenger side door of the UPS vehicle. He had to open it up for the sweaty, waddling equine. Wincing a bit as the massive weight of Dan caused the suspension to creak a bit; the tiger moved into the driver's seat and started for the local buffet.

"Tho kid, what'th yer name." The tiger stiffened as he felt Dan grip his manhood again.

"Mm..Mark sir..." It actually made Dan feel really good. Not only was the big muscled stud whimpering because of him, but he also enjoyed being called sir. "Mm, that doeth thound, urp, good. Yeah, call me thir now Mark." The donkey continues to grope the tiger's member.

"Let'th play a game Mark... If you cum before we get to the buffet, I get to take your ath in the bathroom." The donkey whisper's in the masculine feline's ears. Mark actually blushed as the donkey's activity was making him weave a bit erratically while in traffic. It also caused his already hard member to start leaking in his work uniform. He had hoped to get a nice piece of ass today after seeing Dan. The younger donkey was cute but this older man was.... Well he had some sort of sway over Mark. Even though he smelled like crap, and looked like a fat blob, there was something extremely masculine about the fat fuck, and it was turning him on to no end. Maybe there was something in that smell...

"MM, we're almost there boy, buffetth just at the end of the threet, but I'm not thure you can hold out that long, can ya kid?" Daniel's fat hand was now in the feline's pants, roughly jerking off the driving feline. Mark was biting his lower lip, trying to use the pain to keep him from finishing as well as to try and not lose control of the vehicle.

But freedom was almost in sight for the tiger. Quickly speeding a bit he turned into the parking lot and headed for the first open space he could find. Thinking he could get out of the car before he exploded, he might be able to get out of sex with this beast. Hell, even with that belly in the way he could tell the fat ass was packing some serious meat in those dirty pants and he wasn't sure he could deal with a cock that size.

"Oh so clothe...but tho far. Too late kid." The bucktoothed donkey grinned as he gripped the tiger's balls, causing the feline to roar. Gripping the handles on the van, Mark filled the front of his work pants with his own cum.

Breathing heavily, Mark watched the donkey laugh and bray at his expense.

"Haw, heh, thpilled quite a load there kid. Not as big as mine but well, let'th go. I'm paying. You bring me everything you can that's not a thalad." The massive equine exited the delivery car, the vehicle's suspension happily much freer now, rocking back and forth as the donkey exited.

Taking a few moments to get himself together, the feline sheepishly left the truck, quickly passing the fat, waddling lardass. He actually had to open both entrance doors for Dan to get his massive ass in, as well as wait a minute for the donkey to take a small break, sweat pouring off him.

"Welcome to..." A friendly blonde waitress looked up from her desk as she heard the two men enter.

"Two for the buffet." The equine threw a crumbled up, sweaty twenty onto the waitress's desk as he slowly waddled to an open table, taking two chairs to hold his massive butt.

The tiger gaveher a sympathetic look and hands her a few more twenties for what will probably end up as a great inconvenience. She was still looking at the disgusting bill the equine threw on the table, not wanting to touch it as the tiger started to collect heaping plates of food for his new equine stud.

At this point, Dan had given up on any hope of returning to normal. He also had given up on any idea of manners as well. As plate after plate was introduced before him, he started to consume each as though he was starved. Other customers stared at the massive act of gluttony being perpetrated before them. The Equine using his thick sweaty hooves just to pick up food before downing it into his thick maw. Grease and drool continually dripped over the sides of his thick puffy, lower lip, with bouts of flatulence occurring once a plate.

His clothes continued to stretch further against his bloated, fat sweaty form. The tiger even looked on in awe as the his shirt seemed more in common with a bib then a shirt anymore, his thick flabby belly squeezed under the table so the donkey could scoot up closer to his food.

Throughout this, the equines member started drooling again, almost enough that one would think he was cumming instead of just preing. Daniel was creating a smelly pool under his seat which the patrons of the restaurant began to smell.

"URRRRRP, boy, why don't you get utheful and use that foot paw to help yer big daddy out..." The massive donkey belched as he spread his legs wider. Letting out another fart, Dan watched as Mark hesitantly blushed and slowly moveed his foot to the wet, sticky sweatpants, feeling the thick equine pole spilling out pre, staining his foot.

"Urrp good boy." The tiger blushed as he felt a small sense of pride form the fat older donkey's complement.

When the table was filled with plates piled high, and the donkey's member was straining against the fabric in his pants, Dan finally gave his huge belly a slap and let out a massive belch. Shaking the tables around him, he gave his gut a shake before getting up and grabbing the feline's collar.

"Come on kid, time to urrp satisfy yer big man." Although the equine was in control, he held onto the big muscled feline all the way to the bathroom, needing help to get there with all that poundage. Disgusted people complained to the various servers about the stench that was coming from the massive, sweaty, flatulent ass.

As the bathroom door shut, the feline turned around, slightly whimpering at what was going to happen. He was still worried Dan's massive pole would cut him in half.

"Sir, I'm a bit con...murph." The felines eyes were opened wide as he was shoved against the bathroom's far wall. The massive donkey was pressing his weight into mark's body, his muzzle pushing against the tigers. Dan was shoving his thick tongue into the feline's muzzle.

Mark could taste everything as he felt the donkey's puffy lips meet his. The taste of stale beer. Various sweets and fast food mixed with the new tastes of subpar buffet cuisine as well as just plain ol' halitosis. His paws were slick with sweat coming from the thick flab on the donkey. Drool poured into his muzzle from the fat ass.

And as disgusting and disturbing as this scene was, the tiger was already getting hard again. His own member, large in his pants began to throb as he gently moaned, thrusting against the thick sagging belly apron of Dan.

"Urrp, ugh kid, you don't taste half bad... And I can feel you're enjoying this so turn around." The tiger felt a bit relieved when Dan pulled back his weight a bit, huffing from the exertion. He could leave now, he knew it. But that man...this disgusting, obese creature was just so...masculine. Whimpering a bit, Mark turned around and bend over, knowing the equine couldn't take him standing up. His massive gut would be in the way.

Unhooking the front of his overly tight suspenders, Dan dropped his tight pants. He knew they wouldn't probably fit anyways after he screwed the kitty. Hefting up his massive belly, the fat beast dropped the heavy sack of lard onto marks back as his massive pole found the feline's tight hole.

The only thing going for mark was with all the sweat and pre, the cock slid in much easier then it should, slowly feeling the feline up as the thick apron seemed to pour sweat down Mark's own back all while the feline moaned in pain and pleasure.

Gripping the feline, Dan knew the cat wouldn't be able to take all of him but that didn't matter to the fat ass. The food had got him most of the way there and now all he needed was a nice tight ass to fuck.

Fortunately for the kitty the pain and pleasure didn't last long before he felt and heard the donkey give out a massive bray, combined with a huge belch and a another few rounds of flatulence which seeped through the bathroom and into the main restaurant. Many of the people decided to leave quickly, the management apologizing while calling the local police.

Huffing a bit, the fat ass slowly pulled out. Loads of backed up cum slipped out of the bloated muscled feline's ass. Dropping to the bathroom floor, Mark realized that with all the noise he should leave so he quickly tried to clean himself off as he left the still orgasiming equine there on the floor. Left alone, resigned to his fate as the last of the pleasure started to dissipate, Dan let the changes happen.

He gave off another belch as he began to fatten again. Laying on the bathroom floor, legs spread wide he felt his massive belly continue to expand outwards, slowly moving past his thick, flabby thighs. His arms and legs were losing more mobility as more fat seemed to coat them.

He knew he wasn't going to be immobile, but he was sure he would be damn close. His only regret right now was there wasn't more food he could be eating while he felt the changes happen.

Leaning back he felt more tired, out of shape as he also began to age further, pushing past his thirties and into his forties. More winkles and folds were created, although the increasing fat in his face did help somewhat there. His lower lip continued to thicker as well, as drool seemed to constantly spew from it now. His saliva glands now working in constant overdrive.

He could also see the head of his massive member, still flat and spilling a mixture of pre and cum onto the bathroom floor. He could feel it and his balls continuing to expand once more. He was going to be better hung then a draft horse and it actually gave him some amount of pride.

Giving another belch, he slap his gut, which in turned released a loud fart. He was getting used to them now, no longer caring how other people reacted to his sweaty stench. His hair thickened a bit more but the thick pelt his body grew was already quite heavy, and all of it soaked in his own sweat, and musk. And some crumbs and other remains of food from his buffet adventure.

His mane started to thin more, graying ad his ears drooped. His teeth yellowed a bit more as his face aged to about fifty. The donkey was breathing heavily constantly now from his immense weight.

When the police entered the bathroom, they found the massive smelly beast laying on the floor waiting for them. Five of them were required to help the fat sweaty ass up, as he made rude, perverted comments to each of the male cops before they had to order a wagon to pick him up.

An hour later, Dan was driven home by the disgusted police. While they wanted him arrested, a call from the chief told them to let the fat fuck go, and they were slightly happy to kick the foul smelling donkey from their precinct.

At over 800 pounds, Danny took about 20 minutes to go from his driveway to the couch, stopping every so often to catch his breath. The moment he say on the couch though he heard the furniture break, sending his massive ass to the floor. Shrugging it off as only the frame broke, the padding still there as his massive frame took up all three seats of the broken couch now.

His massive head was encased in a thick tube of lard. Warts had popped up all over his older body and right now he needed a beer. Popping one of the last few he had opened, the phone near him range. Grumbling Dan hit the speaker button.

"Hello again Danny. This is Monica again. I'm calling to see if you're finally satisfied with our product. And also, if you got the boxes we sent. We have a...little proposition for you." Still sitting down, Danny grabbed on of the boxes Mark left and opened it up. Inside was a check for a million dollars if he agreed to sign a contract for a job. He was promised all the food he could eat. In another box was a massive trucker's outfit.

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In an office, a massively fat pantheress was on the phone, waiting for a response. Her huge chest bounced with every breath as she waited for any sign that her customer would agree to the terms. Suddenly, she heard a massive belch on the other end and smiled.

"I take it you agree to the request. Welcome to the Vinny family." She smiled and hung up, as she clicked her thick, well manicured claws on her desk. A thick smoky smell seemed to waft from the door as she shook her head.

"We have a driver for our truck Vincent." Monica took a doughnut from one of the multiple ones of her desk as she didn't even look up at the massive coon in the ill fitting suit standing in the doorway.

The obese mammal was smoking a thick cigar, his belly straining the buttons on what was once a well tailored suit. His thick hairy body covered in a small sheen of sweat as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Heh, about time babe. Told you this was easier then hiring someone out right. He doesn't even care what he's doing. All he needs is a refrigerator in the truck cabin and the vehicle will drive itself. "Safety" guidelines demand that there has to be some driver there, but they never said he had to be particular smart." Vinny grinned while Monica rolled her eyes.

"This is just business Vincent. You hired my company for the job I took it personally. I don't care what sort of activities you do now. All I care about is getting paid." She stuffs another doughnut into her mouth. The coon shrugs.

"Eh, you're always been too stuck up to have any sort of fun with this babe. " He shook his head as he started to leave.

"Maybe next time I'll find a personal assistant to change into someone I could play with..."