Beguiled or Cursed?

Slowly, relentlessly, the fur sprouts, skin hue darkens, the soft texture of human skin becomes tough, weathered hide of the animal that is still you.

Grumbling about the day you ever met the Genie and smashed his bottle, releasing him to do to you and as of others as he sees fit. Fit is what he made you when a full Jackass, fit and masculine, very endowed, sexually arousing to all equine females.

Again it is coming, swelling and transforming what was born of man to become and need-be act as if born of a jennet donkey. As vile and bestial an existence it is, there is something of it that draws at a mind, forcing it to wish for becoming a brute animal once more.

What firstly happened and came with pains comes this time with such sensations of lust and urged passions the finality of it seems almost like entering into heaven. Sighing as the body conforms, the fur spreads all everywhere, the tail sprouts, wags and tickles what as a man never saw the sun shine.

Fingers and toes roll over, merging, you would wish they would do it but once and remains as hoofs. As arms snap into become fore legs, the horrendous pelvic crack as his configure to walking normally for a month on all fours does it again.

Yawning, the tired feelings come and with it the mouth changes, nose and upper lip merges, becoming again a muzzle. The big tongue licks fuzzy lips, and the feel reminds of what they nibbled, the jennet teats, playful at their flanks, and the lapping lips, of your donkey lips to a black as winking vulva sends out waves of changing arousal.

A long sigh rolls out a fully donkey mouth as a "Hawing" groan of what it is to be a donkey, a jackass, and stud animal of the equine faith.

Tail busy swatting, the elongated furry ears turning toward sounds they hear, and standing on all fours, the sensation of becoming an animal has its moments of worth and fun.

A long bray and you test the voice you have come to like more than speaking human language. You feel beguiled oddly by the sensations of being a naked beast, if this be what the Genie planned as a curse, than my it continue, lasting forever, or for as long as there be jennet asking for a jack stud to be their friend.

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