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J was just pulling up to his home when he noticed a package had arrived for him. It was rather large, which surprised him considering he didn’t recall ordering anything. There was no return address either so he couldn’t send it back. The fluffy haired rather chubby young man sighed as he carried the package into his home.
“I swear this better not be an acid bomb or something…” the young man grumbled as he sat down on his couch and cut open the package to see what was inside. “…The hell?” He stated in surprise as he pulled a worn looking banjo out of the box.
“Is…Is this a joke? “he scowled as he looked at the banjo up and down. “Ha ha… Very funny… I’m from the south so I MUST play banjo and listen to folk tunes or some shit…” J grumbled as he rested the banjo against the couch and crossed his arms. “they couldn’t even bother to send me a new one…just an old crap one…Real fuckin’ cute.”
J was in a sullen mood now. First he found out he has to get his car serviced the next day due to a hole being punched in his tire, and now someone decided to play a joke at his expense. He sighed as he looked at the banjo and picked it up. He held it not unlike a guitar and strummed a chord. “why couldn’t they send me a guitar instead? Like a Spanish guitar…” he sighed as he imagined himself a musician, something he had often thought about doing but didn’t have the time or money to pursue.
He continued to pick and strum at the strings of the banjo, slowly making a short tune he repeated a few times as he chuckled to himself “Heh, I’m not too shabby with this…”he remarked as his finger and toe nails started to get thicker and harder, and started to grow darker in color.
Short turns very quickly turned into small melodies, as J was surprisingly getting better with each note he played. It near sounded like he was composing a song as his body started to grow and swell. J already was a chubby sort, but now he had an extra layer of fat and muscle, making him look very large. He grunted slightly as he tugged on his shirt, not aware of what was happening to him.
Then he saw his fingers. “Wha- WHAT THE FUCK?!” he blurted out as he looked over his fingers and watched as they started to merge, going from five to four fingers each. He looked down at his feet and saw his toes were starting to meld into a single mass each, looking oddly enough like hooves.
“Oh god..oh my god!”He yelped in a panic as he quickly stood up, surprised to see how large he now was, something that he didn’t readily notice as his clothing had started changing the moment he tugged on his shirt. His t-shirt and shorts quickly morphed into a white button-down shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans, which were tight enough on him to accentuate his rather round and thick gut and ass.
He noticed however he was still holding onto the banjo when he stood up, and couldn’t make himself let go. He flailed his arms about and tried to throw the banjo, but every time he was about to release it from his thick hands he stopped himself “This…This has to be a dream…this isn’t haaaAAAAWWWWppening!”He yelped as he quickly shut his mouth. “Was…was that me?” He whimpered slightly as his face started to ache. His body felt itchy as he saw coarse brown hair coat his body nice and evenly, becoming a nice pelt of rich brown fur. He started to groan as his ears grew hairy and pointed, and started to grow longer by the second. J looked at the banjo and scowled. He wanted to scream and smash the thing before it made things worse, but then suddenly he felt something press outward from the base of his spine, which he could only assume was a tail. The sensation of the tail’s growth was so jarring he accidently strummed the banjo, causing his now equine ears to twitch as they took in the tune.
“…” he paused for a moment before he started to strum once more, playing a rather lively country tune “That…That sounds mahteh good” he grinned before shaking his head, realizing his voice briefly dropped into a southern drawl. “NO! no! I…I need to fight it…I neeeeEEEEEEHAAAWWW” He brayed out as his eyes started to spiral. The sound of his braying and the melody of the banjo were burrowing into his brain, lulling him into a trance as a dopy grin grew across his face.
He started to play a more elaborate song on the banjo and humming along with the beat, all the while the fur reached up to his face as his neck grew a bit in length, and especially width. Fur seemed to grow under his beard in a tan color, with a similar color patch around his left eye as the rest of his head took on a rich brown just as his body did. The only thing that kept its color was his hair and beard, the former of which was started to shorten in its poofy curly shape into a short mohawk, which started to grow down his neck. “hehe…yea..yea…some mahteh fahn music” J mused dimly as his nostrils flared. His teeth started to grow large and flat, with his front teeth in particular growing larger and more prominent. His lips grew thick and rubbery as his nose and mouth pushed out into a thick round muzzle. “HEEEEEHAAAAWWW!~” J brayed out in jubilation, as though he were singing.
The more slowly changing donkey played the banjo, the more skilled he sounded, as though he had been doing so for years. In fact, in J’s slowly changing mind, he HAD been doing this for years! Wrinkles started to form around his eyes, giving him a tired but gentle look, almost like a grandfather. His beard grew thicker and plusher, and a rapidly forming bushy, handlebar mustache grew in on his muzzle. With another strum of the banjo and a loud and proud bray J felt an insane rush of pleasure wash over him as he rapidly went from twenty-five to his early to mid-sixties. His once blond hair gained many strands of grey in his beard and hair, only adding to his grandfatherly look. His changes were topped off with a rather nice cowboy hat forming atop his aged head as the donkey concluded his song. The room, nay, the entire house had changed to that of a rustic log cabin, still complete with the comforts of a modern home. A ringing suddenly was heard as the old donkey jumped a bit in surprise. He felt something vibrate against his thick thigh as he dug into his pocket and fumbled a bit with a smart phone.
“Haww…dang ol’ city folk contraption…Whut was wrong with mah land lahn?”He huffed as he finally managed to answer the phone. “Howdy!...Mhmm? Ah do? Well tarnation! Ah’ll be raht ovuh!” he slurred in a thick southern voice as he hung up the phone, quite pleased he go a new gig to play. Even now the old donkey loved to put on a show for the young folk and show off some good ol fashion country tunes. He hummed to himself as he grabbed a pair of spectacles that were resting upon a coffee table near his sofa and headed on out the door.
Hope ya'll enjoyed this lil' story and picture~ : D
“I swear this better not be an acid bomb or something…” the young man grumbled as he sat down on his couch and cut open the package to see what was inside. “…The hell?” He stated in surprise as he pulled a worn looking banjo out of the box.
“Is…Is this a joke? “he scowled as he looked at the banjo up and down. “Ha ha… Very funny… I’m from the south so I MUST play banjo and listen to folk tunes or some shit…” J grumbled as he rested the banjo against the couch and crossed his arms. “they couldn’t even bother to send me a new one…just an old crap one…Real fuckin’ cute.”
J was in a sullen mood now. First he found out he has to get his car serviced the next day due to a hole being punched in his tire, and now someone decided to play a joke at his expense. He sighed as he looked at the banjo and picked it up. He held it not unlike a guitar and strummed a chord. “why couldn’t they send me a guitar instead? Like a Spanish guitar…” he sighed as he imagined himself a musician, something he had often thought about doing but didn’t have the time or money to pursue.
He continued to pick and strum at the strings of the banjo, slowly making a short tune he repeated a few times as he chuckled to himself “Heh, I’m not too shabby with this…”he remarked as his finger and toe nails started to get thicker and harder, and started to grow darker in color.
Short turns very quickly turned into small melodies, as J was surprisingly getting better with each note he played. It near sounded like he was composing a song as his body started to grow and swell. J already was a chubby sort, but now he had an extra layer of fat and muscle, making him look very large. He grunted slightly as he tugged on his shirt, not aware of what was happening to him.
Then he saw his fingers. “Wha- WHAT THE FUCK?!” he blurted out as he looked over his fingers and watched as they started to merge, going from five to four fingers each. He looked down at his feet and saw his toes were starting to meld into a single mass each, looking oddly enough like hooves.
“Oh god..oh my god!”He yelped in a panic as he quickly stood up, surprised to see how large he now was, something that he didn’t readily notice as his clothing had started changing the moment he tugged on his shirt. His t-shirt and shorts quickly morphed into a white button-down shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans, which were tight enough on him to accentuate his rather round and thick gut and ass.
He noticed however he was still holding onto the banjo when he stood up, and couldn’t make himself let go. He flailed his arms about and tried to throw the banjo, but every time he was about to release it from his thick hands he stopped himself “This…This has to be a dream…this isn’t haaaAAAAWWWWppening!”He yelped as he quickly shut his mouth. “Was…was that me?” He whimpered slightly as his face started to ache. His body felt itchy as he saw coarse brown hair coat his body nice and evenly, becoming a nice pelt of rich brown fur. He started to groan as his ears grew hairy and pointed, and started to grow longer by the second. J looked at the banjo and scowled. He wanted to scream and smash the thing before it made things worse, but then suddenly he felt something press outward from the base of his spine, which he could only assume was a tail. The sensation of the tail’s growth was so jarring he accidently strummed the banjo, causing his now equine ears to twitch as they took in the tune.
“…” he paused for a moment before he started to strum once more, playing a rather lively country tune “That…That sounds mahteh good” he grinned before shaking his head, realizing his voice briefly dropped into a southern drawl. “NO! no! I…I need to fight it…I neeeeEEEEEEHAAAWWW” He brayed out as his eyes started to spiral. The sound of his braying and the melody of the banjo were burrowing into his brain, lulling him into a trance as a dopy grin grew across his face.
He started to play a more elaborate song on the banjo and humming along with the beat, all the while the fur reached up to his face as his neck grew a bit in length, and especially width. Fur seemed to grow under his beard in a tan color, with a similar color patch around his left eye as the rest of his head took on a rich brown just as his body did. The only thing that kept its color was his hair and beard, the former of which was started to shorten in its poofy curly shape into a short mohawk, which started to grow down his neck. “hehe…yea..yea…some mahteh fahn music” J mused dimly as his nostrils flared. His teeth started to grow large and flat, with his front teeth in particular growing larger and more prominent. His lips grew thick and rubbery as his nose and mouth pushed out into a thick round muzzle. “HEEEEEHAAAAWWW!~” J brayed out in jubilation, as though he were singing.
The more slowly changing donkey played the banjo, the more skilled he sounded, as though he had been doing so for years. In fact, in J’s slowly changing mind, he HAD been doing this for years! Wrinkles started to form around his eyes, giving him a tired but gentle look, almost like a grandfather. His beard grew thicker and plusher, and a rapidly forming bushy, handlebar mustache grew in on his muzzle. With another strum of the banjo and a loud and proud bray J felt an insane rush of pleasure wash over him as he rapidly went from twenty-five to his early to mid-sixties. His once blond hair gained many strands of grey in his beard and hair, only adding to his grandfatherly look. His changes were topped off with a rather nice cowboy hat forming atop his aged head as the donkey concluded his song. The room, nay, the entire house had changed to that of a rustic log cabin, still complete with the comforts of a modern home. A ringing suddenly was heard as the old donkey jumped a bit in surprise. He felt something vibrate against his thick thigh as he dug into his pocket and fumbled a bit with a smart phone.
“Haww…dang ol’ city folk contraption…Whut was wrong with mah land lahn?”He huffed as he finally managed to answer the phone. “Howdy!...Mhmm? Ah do? Well tarnation! Ah’ll be raht ovuh!” he slurred in a thick southern voice as he hung up the phone, quite pleased he go a new gig to play. Even now the old donkey loved to put on a show for the young folk and show off some good ol fashion country tunes. He hummed to himself as he grabbed a pair of spectacles that were resting upon a coffee table near his sofa and headed on out the door.
Hope ya'll enjoyed this lil' story and picture~ : D
Category All / Transformation
Species Donkey / Mule
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File Size 154.3 kB
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