[Story] I Don't Want to be a Donkey (Patreon)

I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even know it was coming.

One second I was trying to call for help, and the next—this awful, guttural sound tore out of me. My jaw had just snapped open, impossibly wide, my lips curling back to reveal these giant teeth, and I… I made that sound. A loud, gasping bray. 

And my nose… oh god, my nose. I can feel the air rushing through it. Every breath now blasts in and out of these huge, stretched-open nostrils, so wide they must take up half my damn face. They are flaring on their own and it feels so weird. I can feel the edges of my nostrils curling up then relaxing.

I tried to speak again. But all that came out was a half snort half grunt.

This is a nightmare. And the worst part? Somewhere deep in my chest, under the fear and panic, there's this strange feeling building… like my body wants this. Wants more.

No. No no no. I don’t want to be a fucking donkey. I swear.