Nightly Routine (Donkey TF) (Patreon)

Hello, I apologize for my absence. Quite frankly it’s a bit hard to keep up motivation when there isn’t much support anymore. I digress. Enjoy the story as well!

Jean’s knees nearly gave out as the change hit her.

“Wh-what…?” Her voice came out soft and shaky. “This is..uff.. e-earlier than usual— ngh…”

Soft golden fur spread across her hips and thighs. Her spine arched, settling her into a heavier, four-legged stance. The floorboards creaked under the new weight. A long, tufted tail flicked once behind her, and between her hind legs something thick and heavy settled into place with a low, solid shift.

“O-Ooh…” she breathed, blue eyes wide as she looked up at the sudden bulk of her own body. The dark, heavy length hung right in front of her face, already half-hard. A slow bead of wetness gathered at the tip, stretched, then fell—plip—onto the carpet.

Jean’s hands pressed to the floor. The swelling weight of her rear making it harder to stand. She could feel every pulse in that heavy shaft, every gentle sway of the full weight beneath it. Another drop slid down the length with a quiet schlick.

“I just.. n-need a bit more time…” she whispered, voice trembling. “It’s still changing so f-faAWWst… ahh…”

Her hips widened a little more, the muscles under the soft fur shifting. The length thickened further, the warm, musky scent filling the quiet room. Another bead formed, trembled, then dripped—plip… plip…

Jean couldn’t look away.

“Oh g-GaWWds…” she brayed, too dazed at this rate to care any longer, as the heavy length gave a slow, visible throb right in front of her eyes.