[Story] You Transform Your GF into a Donkey (Patreon)

Update! Animated version:
[Video] Donkey Girl Wagging Her Tail on All Fours - She awaits your next command.

We’re in the bedroom, and I’ve been hounding you all afternoon about that freaky power of yours. “Come on, babe,” I say, flopping onto the bed, kicking my legs up. “You’ve turned the toaster into a lizard, the lamp into a parrot—why not me? I’m dying to see what it’s like. Hit me with it!” I’m grinning, poking your side, thinking it’ll be some fun little experiment—maybe I’ll sprout wings or something badass.

You finally cave, giving me that sly look. “Okay, Shae, you asked for it,” you say, and I clap my hands, sitting up. “Yes! Do it!” But then I feel this weird zap—like static electricity on steroids—and my grin falters. “Wait, what’s—” I start, but my body’s already shifting. “Oh, shit, here we go!” I laugh, nervous but excited—until I feel my nose.

It stretches fast, pulling out into this massive, ridiculous snout. “Babe, what the fuck?!” I yelp, my hands flying up to grab it. It’s huge—long, thick, nostrils gaping wide—and I can feel coarse hairs prickling around it. “Seriously?” I say, my voice pitching up, annoyed but still half-laughing. “Why not a cat or something cute? You had to pick something so ugly?!” I glare at you and flare those giant nostrils, snorting loud just to mess with you.

Then my chest—my breasts start ballooning, swelling out fast. “Oh, come on!” I groan, stumbling forward as they grow massive, heavy as hell, stretching my shirt until it gives up. “Really, babe? Giant tits too?” They’re pulling me down, sagging low, nipples thickening, and I lose my balance, dropping to my knees with a thud. “You couldn’t make me a sleek little kitty? Ugh!” I’m crawling now, scooting across the floor, those huge boobs dragging on the carpet, making me huff.

“Hee-haw!” A loud bray rips out of me, and I clap a hand over my mouth, eyes wide. “Oh my god, no—don’t you dare laugh!” Another one follows, “Hee-haw! Hee-haw!” and I’m snorting between them, glaring up at you. “You’re actually turning me into a donkey? What the fuck is wrong with you!” I feel my ears slide up my head, itching like crazy.

Next, this prickly itch spreads everywhere—fur’s sprouting, patchy at first, then thick, gray-brown donkey hair creeping up my arms, my back, my legs. “Oh, gross, babe, I’m getting furry!” I twist around, feeling something push out behind me—a tail, stubby at first, then growing longer, whipping side to side with these wiry hairs flapping. “A tail too? I’m officially a barn animal—great choice!” I say, sarcasm dripping.

I scoot closer, my massive nose bumping your leg, those giant breasts flattening under me as I move. “Look at this mess!” I say, my voice a mix of sass and mock-panic. “I wanted to be purring and slinking around, not braying like some farmhand’s nightmare! Why a donkey, huh? You think this is funny?” I bray again—loud, obnoxious, shaking the room—and flare my snout at you, annoyed but playing it up. “Fix it or make it worth it, babe—I’m not crawling around like this all night!” I’m sprawled out, half-pouting, half-teasing, waiting for your next move in this ridiculous game you’ve started.