#donkey girl
‘The salty taste of the creamy filling made my mouth so dry, I need something to wash down the taste. Not that it was bad, actually, it tasted kind of good. Guess I really need a drink after all, just to get out of these clothes, they are so hot and itchy,and they always get in the way of my tail…. wait, did I say tail?’
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She was hungry, and a quick snack before she left for the store would insure that she didn’t splurge and buy half the grocery store from hunger. Sadly there were no bananas, but she did have that box of Hee-Haws. A friend had said they tasted great, and the small chocolate & cream cakes did smell wonderful. The taste of moist chocolate cake, and a slightly sweet and salty cream filling danced on her tongue. “Damn, those are even better than they look!” she exclaimed with excitement to herself. She grabbed her keys, and a second Hee-Haw, walking out the door and getting into her car.
The Drive to the store was distracting, she felt even hungrier having eaten the two cakes and wished she had a third, or some grass…‘Wait… did I just think about eating grass? weird’ she mused, itching at her ears and shifting uncomfortably in her seat, feeling as if an area above her butt was being pinched. She reached the nearby store and got out her grocery list, lost in thought trying to remember the one thing she may have left off the list, oblivious to the people gawking and snickering at the furry ears and swaying donkey tail that occasionally lifted her skirt.
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(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life)
Masturbation, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, exhibition, gang rape
Chapter 1
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/116788933782/gwyns-curse-chapter-1
Chapter 2 (You Are Here)
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/117299134702/gwyns-curse-chapter-2
Chapter 3
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118189158592/gwyns-curse-chapter-3
Chapter 4
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/145015583657/gwyns-curse-chapter-4
She ran for what seemed like ages, trying to get as far away from the park as possible. No matter how far she ran, she couldn’t dispel the image of the girl she forced into becoming a needy donkey whore like herself. Gwyn panted as she slowed to a walk, sighing as her slick thighs rubbed against each other with a lurid squelch. Realizing she was on a residential side street in a section of town she didn’t go to often. Rows of small houses were on either side of her, and she glanced quickly to see if anyone was outside. The road seemed deserted, and she decided to risk trying to clean off her legs, not wanting to get her clothes soaked too, the best solution she could come up with was to lick the juices off her hands. She lifted her skirt and smeared the wetness down her leg, it was so thick and sticky, and the smell was driving her insane.
‘Why does it have to taste so good’ she thought licking at her juice covered fingers. She tried to ignore how great the flavor of her pussy was, but her urges overwhelmed her and she started sucking them dry. At first it was just one finger, sucking on it gently, wrapping her tongue around it and bobbing her head up and down lightly. Her face stung as her cheeks turned deep red at the thought of people watching her, and she moaned and switched to two fingers. Now miming sucking a cock in earnest, she pounded at her own face while licking every drop of musky girl juice from her hand. She wanted to stop, she didn’t want to be seen like this, but she slipped a third finger into her cock starved mouth. She plunged the phantom cock into her face recklessly, imagining a girl with a large donkey dick, she thrusted harder, nearly gagging on her own fingers.
Gwyn wasn’t satisfied finger fucking her face though, her wet pussy drooled hungrily as it awaited attention. Her sex would not be denied and she stopped her sucking with regret. She Unzipped her hoodie and laying it on the ground like a blanket, sitting down and spreading her legs wide. Without stopping to look if anyone was watching, she stuck a few fingers deep into her sex, moaning loudly. Gwyn’s speed increased until she rammed herself furiously, groaning at the lewd sound of her violent thrusting. Her fingers drove forcefully at her pussy, and the walls of her jenny cunt squeezed her tightly, trying to milk her like a cock. She forced her fingers as deep as they would go, but her throbbing pussy was nowhere near full, and she ached with need. Gwyn started to play with her clit with her free hand, massaging the hood and flicking at her button as she plunged into her sloppy jenny cunt. She knew that she shouldn’t be giving in to her perverted desires like this, but she didn’t care if anyone saw, hell she wanted them to see. She wanted them to watch her act like some donkey slut. The thought of a group of strangers surrounding her and calling her a donkey slut while she fingered herself made her so damn wet. She pounded herself faster and harder, hammering her pussy until it gripped her fingers hard. She cried out as the orgasm caught her off guard, and she quivered and thrashed at the waves of pleasure emanating from her thick dark cunt.
She laid there for a moment, panting with exhaustion. She had intended to wipe her legs clean so only her pussy was wet, but now her pussy, legs, face, hands, and hoodie were covered in girlcum. She had squirted copious amounts of her donkey juices all over herself. Gwyn had been so helpless to her lust, she had ravaged herself like some farm animal for all to see. The alluring scent of her sex coated the air, a tangy fragrance that was almost sweet. She tried not to breath it in, she had to get moving before she started getting lost in the scent of her sex With a quick sigh of regret she wiped herself dry with her hoodie. The stained red hoodie was drenched with juice, and there was no way she could bring it with her. Gwyn crumbled it into a ball and threw it into a trash bin at the end of a driveway. 'Okay… at least I’m dry now, but I kinda stink like sex’ she thought straightening her tanktop 'Maybe I can freshen up in a bathroom somewhere’
Gwyn walked around hoping to spy a store that she could duck into without fuss. Morning had
passed and the sun occasionally streamed through the overcast. People had taken to the streets and she sighed lightly with frustration, It was taking longer than she would have liked to find any place with a bathroom. She kept having to cross the street to avoid people, and wished she could find somewhere to hide. It must have been twenty minuets before she saw a supermarket. It was on the other side of the road and she waited for a car to pass, then jogged across toward the parking lot. Gwyn was glad she had yet to run into anyone, but the thoughts of strangers smelling her would get her going if she wasn’t quick. Walking briskly she avoided the shoppers getting in and out of cars, and managed to get through the entrance without being noticed by anyone.
Gwyn stood in the center isle and looked about, nervously trying to remember where the bathrooms were. 'The far end of the store… of course’ she grimaced. She ducked into the empty cereal isle and had got halfway down it when a guy in his early twenties rounded the corner pushing a U Boat loaded with cheerios. He looked down the isle, and smiled at her from under an unruly mop of sandy blonde hair. She smiled back as best as she could, and tried to look nonchalant as if she was picking out a box of captain crunch hoping that he would leave, but Gwyn began to panic as he moved closer and closer, stopping a few feet from her and beginning to unload his boxes. Instead of slipping past him or turning and leaving for another isle, Gwyn felt her need keenly and was watching him bend down to reach a box instead, admiring her view as he arranged the shelf. Suddenly he stopped, a box still in hand. Gwyn was mortified as she realized he was sniffing the air. Her raging hormones had left her so stunned by his charming looks, she had forgotten that she was still covered in a thick musk. Unsure of where the scent could be coming from, the sandy haired box boy awkwardly tried to hide the growing bulge in his khakis. 'I should just push him into a pile of cheerios, rip off his pants, and suck him off’ she thought licking her lips at the thought of his stiff cock filling her mouth. But the young man covered his crotch with a cereal box and backed away, a look of embarrassment on his face.
She felt bad for the guy as she watched him leave the isle in a rush, Gwyn imagined him running to the break room to jerk off, fantasizing about her moist cunt. The thought gave her a tingling sensation and her damp pussy ached with emptiness. She couldn’t go down this isle now, a couple of customers were now at its end browsing the boxes, 'Of course, why wouldn’t they be.’ she growled to herself. Gwyn tried her best not to give them a death stare and walked the other way. She felt even wetter as her mind was clouded with images of the cute boy, she felt the drips of her juice on her legs and she clenched her trembling hands trying to ride out her lust. Gwyn ducked down the health food and supplements isle, hoping there was less of a chance to run into anyone. Gwyn briskly walked past the rows of pills and protein bars, aware of how the florescent lights were highlighting how unkempt she looked and felt. Reaching the isles end without further incident she rounded the corner into a crowd or people. Nearly fifteen people stood in a group by the bathroom door, some idiot had thought it a good idea to have a demonstration of a special new knife 'the Slice Pro’. The supermarket was always trying to draw in business with gimmicks like this she thought, watching with frustration as the pitchman chopped and hacked at zucchinis. Luckily for
her, the crowd was too absorbed in his knifeplay to notice her, and she managed to quickly sneak pass them without drawing their attention.
She got to the door and pulled it open, dashing inside and slamming it behind her. For the moment she was safe. She locked the door, still pressed against it trying to calm her breathing down. Gwyn closed her eyes and enjoyed the knowledge that she wasn’t out in public for a moment, that nobody could see her while she rubbed at her clit. Gwyn startled as she realized she hadn’t even noticed her hand start jiggling her sensitive nub about. She grabbed her arm with her other hand and pulled it away, willing herself to stop thinking about the grocery boy and to get cleaned up. She grit her teeth and stripped off her clothes and shoes. She stood at the sink and frowned at her naked body. Her hair was messed up, her skin was covered in dried on pussy juice, and her crotch was dripping once more. She turned on the faucet and started to wash herself with hand sanitizer. She used the thin paper towels to wipe away the soapy, musky, goo that now covered her. It took a while to get all the dried on juices and scent of sex off of her. She sat for a while and even got her jenny cunt to a reasonable level of moistness, it never truly got dry anymore. Gwyn pulled her skirt up and threw her top back on, leaning over the sink she stared at her reflection. 'Hopefully that shamwow asshole is done’ she thought splashing water on her face and giving herself a once over in the mirror. She looked tired and her hair was still a mess, but she didn’t look like such a slutty donkey whore. Gwyn sighed with relief, slipping into her shoes and unlocking the bathroom.
Gwyn gasped as she stepped out into an even larger crowd, the salesman was offering lessons on how to slice meat. she groaned, now having to push her way through the mob of spectators. Gwyn had only reached the middle of the sea of people when a young man backed up, bumping into her and sending her spilling to the floor. Her skirt flipped up, and her ass was raised up like an animal in heat. Gwyn groaned, her elbow had hit the floor and stung like hell, but that didn’t matter once she noticed that at least twenty people now had a close up view of her large, dark, jenny cunt. The sound of their stunned silence was telling, even the pitchman had dropped his Slice Pro and was staring at her. She froze with horror, the feeling of all those eyes on her, it was a nightmare she couldn’t end. Worse yet she could feel her lips moisten at the thought of them watching. Some of the shoppers looked horrified, others started to sniff at the air as her moistening sex released more of the thick scent that was so alluring. A few of the men were rock hard already, and she heard them start to speak to each other
“What a slut, look at her showing us her dark whore pussy!”
“Damn, I’d fuck that, look at how wet and ready she is…”
“Really dude? It looks like some kind of horse cunt, or donkey or somethin…”
“Yeah, but it’s not that weird looking…”
“I think she’s a freak!”
The crowd continued to stare and watch her, and as much as she wanted to cover herself and flee, she was so aroused at them watching. Gwyn wished they would just come over and fuck her already, and started to get lost in her fantasy.
A large man grabbed her roughly by the ass, lifting his impossibly huge dick as it dripped with pre. The stranger toyed with her slit for a moment, rubbing his cock head across its folds, then thrusting into her drooling snatch hard enough to drive her face into the floor. She barely caught herself, unable to keep balance as the enormous cock pounded her furiously. A second man grabbed Gwyn by her ponytail, lifting her head from the floor painfully. she looked up into his eyes as he guided her head toward his long pre slicked cock, a wolfish grin on his face. She tried to protest as he smeared the sticky head across her mouth, but he slapped her hard and yanked on her ponytail eliciting a cry of pain. She was trying not to open her mouth, but the scent of his waiting member filled her nostrils and she was desperate for his taste. Gwyn’s willpower broke, and she barely had got her mouth open before he forced his throbbing cock past her precum soaked lips. She struggled and gagged, trying to get him to pull back, but he insisted on thrusting harder and deeper into her waiting mouth, and she quickly took his entire length.
She was being skewered by the two men, gagging as she fought to breathe, the overpowering salty taste filling her throat and nose. More men came forward, presenting another set of cocks for her to take. She gripped each in a different hand, pumping up and down as her body violently shook from the force of the men fucking her. Gwyn was in a trance, her eyes rolled back and her mind clouded from the pain and pleasure of her slutty fuck holes being roughly used as their personal cock sleeves. She could barely keep grip on the two new cocks, trying in vain to keep a steady rhythm as the other men fucked her whoreish body. She could barely keep upright, her knees weak from the abuse of the two strangers penetrating her with such brute force. “Her pussy is so damn wet, what a fucking slut!” the first man said, roughly grabbing her ass as he slammed his thick cock deep inside her. His dick was huge, not just in length but in width, and though it was only halfway in, it already filled her. She groaned as best she could, unable to believe how much of it was fitting inside. The stranger wasn’t satisfied with going halfway, and was determined to go balls deep as his dick delivered blow after blow. Every thrust brought yet another inch of his monster cock into her tight wet hole, and she strained to take his bulging length, as he assaulted her cunt.
“God, she’s such a dirty little whore” said a middleaged woman, lifting the girl’s shirt and grabbing at her breasts as they rocked “I bet she does this all the time!”
Her throat ached as she tried not to choke on the dick punishing her mouth. The stranger tightened his grip on Gwyn’s hair , and she winced painfully as he bottomed out again, balls slapping against her face as she took his shaft. Over and over he drove his member into her, and the feeling of it violently ramming the back of Gwyn’s throat made her see stars, she struggled to keep conscious as he laughed. “That’s right you donkey bitch, suck my dick like its one of those donkey cocks you love so much!” He grinned cruelly, slapping her face with force.
The flash of a camera phone brought Gwyn back to reality. She was in the middle of a supermarket ass raised in the air, fingering herself like mad while a crowd of spectators watched. Her pheromone laden aroma filled the area, and had left all the shoppers in various states of arousal. One or two men had started rubbing at their hardons through their pants, and at least one girl had her own hand under the band of her shorts while she joined Gwyn in fingering herself. Another flash went off as a second person took a photo, but she was more concerned with the guy who was filming the whole scene on his phone. 'OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK, hes gonna upload that to youtube or facebook or some porn site! The entire town… the entire worlds gonna know that I’m some freak donkey bitch!’ she screamed in her head imagining everyone she ever met knowing what a whore she had become. A girl stepped toward her, and took a closeup shot of her stuffing her jenny cunt, and Gwyn couldn’t take anymore. Falling back from the girl, she struggled to get away.
Gwyn scrambled up, pushing her way past the stunned onlookers staring and tearing down an isle toward the front door. She ran passed the confused cashiers and bolted out the entrance nearly knocking down an elderly couple. She didn’t stop though, and was halfway across the parking lot before she leaned against a car as she caught her breath. Gwyn coughed and gasped, her lungs hurt and she felt like she wanted to puke. She had to get away before somebody called the cops, or the store manager chased her down, or- “Hey you, tanktop girl!” called a feminine voice.
She should have looked at the packaging before taking a free sample. She
thought the little chocolate covered devil’s food cakes were ring dings,
turns out they were Hee-haws. So full of chocolatey goodness It’ll make
you bray, I guarantee it…
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It’s my OC Gwyn from Gwyn’s Curse!
Gwyn has a cursed pussy with powers of intense arousal and transformation.
It’s been nearly three years since I’ve seriously done any digital art that wasn’t photo manips, but I had to draw Gwyn. Even added what she would look like if she had some more donkey features. ^_^ pretty happy with home it came out all things considered.
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There was just something special about this farm, something that made you feel like you never wanted to leave. Something about sitting under the tall oak tree by the little red ranch house, watching the chickens pecking at the ground, the cows out grazing in the field, the old donkey standing at the fence. The donkey looked like it was staring at her, and though she tried to break eye contact it was as if her head was being held in place. She struggled a little before going limp, something about it’s eyes was almost… hypnotizing.
“Some…bodyeeeehaaalp me…. Help meeeehaaawww!” She tried to call out for help as a eerie chill gripped her body. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and a sudden and intense drowsiness overtook her.
“N-no… Can’t… stay… awake.. s-something’s nnaaaawwwwt right…” She lost the fight and her eyelids closed, all she saw was darkness as she fell down to the rainbow striped blanket.
Some time later she slowly stirred, she had been dreaming about galloping through a field on a sunny day…. She yawned deeply and rubbed her eyes. It was late afternoon now.
“What hawwwpened?”
“Huhaaaww?
"Haaawww? Heeeehaawwww!?”
As hard as she tried she couldn’t manage a full sentence without launching into a loud bray like some sort of ass. She was feeling a bit unsteady and put her hand down to brace herself only to touch something long and furry. She looked to her side and saw a thick tail that seemed to run behind her and under her skirt. she pulled her hand back reflexively and noticed how hairy her arm was. That familiar feeling of never wanting to leave hit her again, and as much as she was frightened by her changes, they didn’t seem all that bad really…. The tail was even kind of cute… She had always wondered what it would be lie to have a tail. Maybe being a donkey wouldn’t be so bad?
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Sometimes a girl wants to join The Warlocks stable as a donkeygirl but remain anonymous. So We will just call her Donkeygirl. Looks like she is enjoying a friendly game of badminton while getting used to running on the sand with her new hooves. She may have had to cut ear holes in her favorite hat, but she looks like she is having fun ^_^
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April and Tera had only recently moved to Westfield, and were just starting their first semester on campus. Everyone had been really nice to them, and they had even got a few looks form some cute guys, thing were looking good for the long time friends as they started college.
The girls were getting their clothes from the gym lockers after a workout when a girl from one of the sororities approached them.
“So… you two are freshman at the school.”
“Uh yeah, I’m April, and that’s Tera.”
“I didn’t ask for your names. All I want to know is why you were talking to Jacob.”
“Who?” asked April, brushing a stray lock of her dark hair.
“Don’t play coy, i saw you two Slutting around trying to pickup other girl’s boyfriends.”
Tera looked offended. “Excuse me, were not the sluts here. If Jacob is trolling for women maybe you should be talking to him not us.”
“How dare you? You two whores need to be taught a lesson!”
“We didn’t do anything you stupid ass, just leave us alone!”
The other girl looked amused suddenly. “Oh, I’m the ass am I? Well lets see how you two like being a pair of asses!” The girls suddenly felt themselves get pinned to their lockers by an invisible force, and the sorority girl was chanting weirdly. The lights dimmed for a moment and the girls felt a strange feeling rush over them.
April groaned as she felt a cramping twisting sensation above her ass crack, it started to hurt after a few seconds, and she could swear she felt something… growing.
“Well looked there.” The sorority girl pulled down April’s pants exposing her ass and what looked to be a… TAIL!? “Looks like you two are the real asses!” The girl laughed and slapped April’s ass not bothering to expose the growing tail in Tera’s shorts as her tail snaked down and out the leg anyway. “Good thing those floppy ears and buckteeth look cute on you two or you would never attract any jacks.” April and Tera couldn’t see their changes, but could feel their ears grow long and become covered in fur as their teeth pushed slightly forward and became bulky and squared.
The sorority girl grabbed her bag and left the locker room laughing. April and Tera were still pined to the wall for a few moments before the force diminished, leaving them alone and far less human than they were minuets ago.
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Hee-Haws were recalled off of shelves in early may due to rumors of consumers “transforming” into wanton donkeygirls. Officials could find no evidence of said condition and stores now are restocking the beloved treat.
What they didn’t realize is it takes more than a few bites for the transformation to occur, now the magical chocolate cakes with there salty sweet cream filling are back. Just like before they are selling out quickly, and girls who eat too many are finding themselves, very uncomfortable wearing clothing over their fur.
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(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life)
Public Masturbation, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, exhibitionism, lactation, MILF, degradation, fisting
Chapter 1
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/116788933782/gwyns-curse-chapter-1
Chapter 2
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/117299134702/gwyns-curse-chapter-2
Chapter 3
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118189158592/gwyns-curse-chapter-3
Chapter 4 (You Are Here)
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/145015583657/gwyns-curse-chapter-4
She quickly walked down the alley and came out on the sidewalk, this part of town wasn’t particularly busy at this time of day and she was thankful for that. All she needed to do now was find some clothes… She walked down the street leaving a small trail of wet spots behind her. The wind started to pick a little as she walked and she kept trying to pull her skirt down to no avail. Her dark Jenny cunt would have been easy to see if there had been anybody there, and the cool breeze blowing on the slick wet folds was making her shiver with the need to touch herself. She was panting heavily “Control yourself… I-I don’t need.. to.. I don’t.” She quickly slipped a finger it and barely felt it, her pussy still felt empty so she switched to three of them. She thrust them in two or three times before having to physically remover her hand with the other. Her hands were wet with her own juices and she didn’t need to be reminded of who good it would taste to suck them clean. She rubbed them dry on her black skirt and kept moving.
After about ten minuets she had reached a three story apartment building with a clothesline in the back that had a flowing dress with a flower pattern. It was a pretty shade of yellow and it was loose enough to hide Julie’s tail and udder. She quietly crept toward it, inching along the edge of the building, trying not to make a sound, she was almost there when…
“Hey you! What are you doing?” Called out a woman in her early thirties. She was cute in a mom ish way, she had messy brown hair, B cup breasts and large hips. She looked a bit tired and grump, but as the breeze blew by and carried the heavy scent of Gwyn’s sex on it, her face lightened and even flushed a little.
“I… I need that dress.”
“W-what? You want my dress… the one on the line?”
“Yeah, well.. my friend she… she tripped and her dress… got caught… on a stick, and… and it ripped in half, so now shes naked.”
“She’s naked?”
“Yeah, she hiding behind an old building nearby, and I just need to get her some clothing…”
The woman seemed to be thinking the situation through, but the hazy allure of Gwyn’s pheromones was making it hard to think. She didn’t really care about the dress, she was… she wanted… She was horny, her husband worked too much and her daughter was getting to that age where she was a pain in the ass. What the woman really wanted right now was a good fuck.
“God I’m horny..” She muttered under her breath quiet enough that she didn’t think Gwyn heard her. She did though, and despite not wanting to transform anyone else her hormones took over. She walked toward the woman and pushed her against the wall.
“I can help with that, how about we make a trade.” She put her hand forcibly down the woman’s pants and started to rub at her already wet pussy. “I get you off, and you give me the dress?”
What was going on, the woman thought, she was doing laundry and now this strange girl was… was touching her and… it felt so good.. she wasn’t even BI.. well there was that one time in college but- Gwyn started to work a circle around the woman’s clit, eliciting a moan and interrupting her thoughts. The thick musty aroma of lust was too much for her, she needed Gwyn badly.
The woman grabbed the dress off the line and lead Gwyn up to her apartment, pulling Gwyn along in anticipation. After she closed the door Gwyn took charge again, she could almost feel how bad the woman wanted to be dominated. She pushed her backwards onto a tan sofa and told her to take off her pants. The woman nearly ripped them off, she wanted this so bad, she wanted Gwyn to make her cum.
Gwyn spread the woman’s legs and got on her knees, her face was now inches from the woman’s needy pussy. She didn’t waste any time, sliding in two fingers to the second knuckle and twirling her tongue around the woman’s eager clit. She bucked against Gwyn hard, her pussy was sensitive from lack of frequent stimulation and she had to grab a pillow and bite down on it to stop herself from screaming out. Gwyn giggled, the poor woman looked like she hadn’t got laid in a long time. Gwyn had an idea… maybe she could speed things along.. She quickly used her other hand on her own aching cunny, rubbing it for a bit then plunging two, three, then all five fingers deep inside herself while she worked the horny housewife over.
Now that her hand was dripping with her own juices she took it and started rubbing the woman’s pussy with it, she wasn’t sure but something about mixing their juices felt like it would speed the woman’s transformation into a slut. For some reason the feeling of being covered in the juices of the strange girl’s soaked pussy was so erotic, everything felt even more intense after that, her whole body was on fire, she just needed to cum so badly, more badly than she had even needed to before.
She was ready, Gwyn could already see that changes starting and she was going to make sure that the woman came harder than she ever had as they finished. Gwyn watched the woman’s thighs thicken, growing from just wide to rather lump in seconds. Her belly had been flat with a small pooch, but now it was steadily filling out to match her thick thighs. The woman would have curled her toes as Gwyn’s tongue darted in and out of her needy slit, but her feet were already starting to look like trotters. Gwyn could just see over the woman’s belly from that angle to notice another pair of breasts growing in beneath the first, and she knew that the woman was close, she needed to come now before she noticed the changes. Gwyn had already been slowly working up the number of fingers she used when she switched from tongue to hand, but now she was able to get all five in, and with a little effort, she slipped her hand in to the wrist. She begin fisting the slutty pig milf and sucking on her clit which had grown to nearly two inches long. The woman made a pig like squeal and stopped gripping the sofa to play with her four large tits. She didn’t seem to notice the difference, or that her nose was looking like a short snout, or that her ears had grown into large floppy pig ears. Gwyn kept her frantic pace, sucking and thrusting, enjoying the flavor of the wanton pig slut’s plump joy buzzer.
“D-dont.. Dooon’t stop… Don’t I’m so… I… Squeeee!” Gwyn felt her clench around her fist as she squealed through the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. The woman thrashed for a moment before actually passing out from the sheer pleasure. Gwyn slipped her fist free with a squelching pop, and began to lick it clean. If it wasn’t for her own achingly needy jenny’s pussy she might have stopped to feel bad, but her horniness was extreme and any thought she had was used to try and get the dress and leave. Her pussy was dripping all over the apartment floor, leaving a large wet patch where she had sat and a trail into the kitchen. She grabbed the dress and took a last look at the passed out woman.
The average looking mom with the small breasts and wide hips was now a whoreish pig. Her cunt looked stretched and gaping, her four tits sat heavily on her big pot belly, and her overall chubbiness just made her snout and ears cuter. Hopefully the woman’s husband would come home and find some renewed inspiration to attend to his pigslut of a wife.
Gwyn quickly washed the layer of girlcum plastered over her face and into her hair in the sink and dashed out the front door dress in hand. A neighbor gave her a sideways glance as she ran past and ducked into the woman’s apartment to check on her. Gwyn wasn’t sure but she thought she could hear a mixture of moans and squeals as she reached the ground floor and her pussy ached to be back up there with them. As she jogged back toward old warehouse, Gwyn could feel her dark loose lips rubbing against each other, and the skirt brushing against her stiff clit. She was panting from arousal more than the running, but she had to stop to catch her breath. Her cunt throbbed with need, she moaned lewdly and grimaced when she noticed a nearby stranger give her a look. She couldn’t start taking care of her problem in the middle of the road, she had to … to get back to Julie… to find her cow… to… to fuck her needy cunt while she milked her udders. The thoughts of newly milked filled friend was too much, she couldn’t even stop herself as she dropped the dress and starting fingering herself in front of the stranger.
Gwyn felt so ashamed, but the longer the man watched the better it felt. She was actually getting off on him watching her be a slut. What was the matter with her, why did she have to do these things. She wasn’t trying to give herself an orgasm like the housewife and it didn’t take long for her to thrust into her soft folds until a small but needed orgasm sent a gush of juices all over the sidewalk. The man in the distance, his face red, turned and walked away as if nothing had happened, he wasn’t quite sure how to process the scene he had just witnessed and needed a moment. Gwyn quickly got back up and continued toward the abandoned building, hoping the man didn’t follow her.
She couldn’t believe she had turned another unsuspecting girl into a sex crazed animal, then got off to fingering herself in the middle of the street in front of some random guy.Everything was so hard to control, her instincts and needs were getting so strong… All she wanted to do was fuck, she didn’t even care if she made it to her friends house at this point, she would probably just end up fucking her too.
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The thought of fucking Lori was a persistent one, and as much as she hated it she desperately wanted to turn her into a sex crazed animal like herself. She wouldn’t stay mad at her, not after she got a taste of Gwyn’s pussy. She took a finger and coated it in the girlcum that covered her thighs, then licked it clean.. The taste of her pussy was addicting, and she was grateful she wasn’t more flexible or she would still be at home, sitting in her bedroom eating herself out. As she turned the corner and reached the alley she tried to dispel the fantasies of exploring her own cunt, she needed to focus. She called out to Julie and was relieved when she stepped out from behind a stack of crates. Julie looked distraught, she had managed to control herself, but her udder had swollen with milk during the half hour that Gwyn took finding the dress and fucking the mom turned pig.
“P-please Gwyn… Milk me….Milk ME GWYN! It’s so full!” Julie nearly tackled Gwyn, pushing her to the ground and nearly tearing off Gwyn’s clothes as she undressed her. Gwyn barely had time to react before she was forcing one of her quartet of milk leaking teats down her throat. Gwyn had not choice but to suck as the cowgirl thrust into her, each motioned praying a load of hot milk down Gwyn’s throat. Gwyn did her best not to gag as the thick teat abused her like a cock and the heavy milk filled udder served as it’s balls. The udder slapped her in the face as she went in and out, fat teats whacking her check and milk spilling down onto her tits. The young brunette cow looked like she was actually about to cum just from her teat getting deepthroated, her juicy cunt was hovering just about Gwyn’s breasts as she facefucked her with her udder. Gwyn quickly thrust into her, working as much as she could fit in as quickly as she could and pulling back out only to ram her again. She saw stars as the thick teat slammed against the back of her throat, tears were welling up in her eyes, and she had to work the poor cow’s needy cunny even harder to get free from her powerful thrusts. Julie could take another moment of the pleasure, between her sensitive nipples that felt nearly as real as if it were an actual cock in Gwyn’s mouth, to the hand pounding her cow cunt, it was too much and she was gonna cum she was gonna..
“Moo for me!” she tried to say through her milk filled mouth, hoping that Julie got the sentiment.
“I’m gonna cum Gwyn, G-Gwyn I’m.. gonna…. MOooOOOooo!” Gwyn nearly choked as milk blasted into her, filling her until her belly felt ready to burst with creamy milk. Julie’s pussy squirted her juices all over Gwyn and left her in a soaked heap. She staggered back, looking drained and relieved. Gwyn sat on the ground, naked and covered in milk and girl cum, idly fingering herself as she watched Julie get dressed..
Bray for the Camera
Montana stood outside the photo shoot with a strange feeling of dread. Maybe it was the wanted ad that lacked detail, maybe it was the strange phone call with the photographer, or maybe it was just nerves. Nerves, that must be it, she had never done modeling before, but this was her opportunity to work with a real photographer. Montana silently hoped that “exploring her wild side” wouldn’t mean doing anything too weird.
Montana entered the building and was greeted by the photographer and a makeup artist. There was some idle chit chat and introductions, all very normal seeming which calmed her suspicious feeling and set her at ease. Everything seemed to be going fine up until the makeup started getting applied for the shoot. Montana was eyeing the drab olive green set, her mind wondering what was actually supposed to make any of this seem wild when she felt an odd tingling sensation. The makeup applied to her face had an almost menthol feeling to it, a dull not quite burn that was somehow cold and hot at the same time. She went to question the makeup artist, but the woman had already disappeared and the photographer was waving for her to come onto the set.
Montana asked the photographer what he wanted her to do, but he kept saying things like “look natural” or “Don’t worry, just be the real you..”. Something about the way her spoke filled her with that same dread from earlier, or maybe it was the cramp in her jaw, or her flaring nostrils, or the twitchy feeling on her ears. She stopped for a moment to ponder why her ears needed makeup too before a bright flash distracted her from her thoughts. She reminded herself to focus and tried to ignore the odd sensations.
“That’s it, yes yes, this will do…” The man behind the camera seemed pleased and she tried to keep a natural smile on her face despite how bad her skin tingled and how stiff her muscles felt. It almost felt like her face was being pulled forward, and she could swear that her nose looked bigger than normal.
“Don’t you just feel raw? Intense? Primal? Let it out, let the animal in you free!” The photographer was really getting into this and Montana tried to do some cat like poses to please his insistence. The photographer scowled “Let the real you shine though, become the animal.”
Montana felt weird, her face was heavy, and stiff and… she could swear that her face really did feel bigger and she couldn’t help but to reach up and notice that she had a bit of a muzzle. Her eyes went wide and a nervous sound escaped her lips.
“Haaaw?” What was going on here? “Wh-what it haaaawwpening? My face is-”
“Do not fret, just be the animal, yes, let the jenny within you out for the world to see.”
“Jenny? What are you taaaawwwlking about? Heeehaaaww!” Montana question amidst uncontrolled brays. Her ears grew longer and her face stretched further as her nostrils widened. “My face, and my ears, somethings not right!”
“Shh, just embrace it, the camera loves you!” The photographer flashed photo after photo. Montana was too confused to be distraught, this wasn’t real, she wasn’t an animal. She could feel her face changing further, pushing out into a full muzzle that gave her a hairless feminine animal look over that of a normal girl. If Montana had a mirror she would have been forced to admit that she did look like a hairless donkey at the moment. Her cheeks were red, a shameful feeling welled up inside her.
“You look perfect, yes just like this!”
Montana gave the photographer a confused look, this was what he wanted, what he meant by exploring her wild side? She brayed again as he took more photos with obvious enthusiasm. She struck the most donkey-like poses she could think of, and actually started to feel good. The odd tingling burn and stretching feeling was gone, and she really did feel kind of wild. It was easy to ignore that she was being photographed when she was making such an ass of herself.
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The sun was like a fiery lance of pain, her head throbbed and her large furry ears dropped down as she winced in pain. As if a hangover wasn’t bad enough, she had the ears and tail of a donkey, also courtesy of her night drinking with friends. They just had to go and play pool at some bar they found online called Coachman’s , couldn’t just go to their usual spot or just buy some beer to take home. At least she had only had one drink and didn’t finish her game, otherwise she might have ended up far worse off. This was at least manageable, maybe even cute. She gave herself her sexiest pose in the mirror, but had to laugh as she tried to imagine herself being “sexy” with her new features. As she laughed a loud braying sound mixed into her mirth and she groaned with embarrassment.
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She couldn’t understand why they told her not to take the old trail. It seemed like it was a much shorter way to get there, and it was cleaned and well kept. Whoever thought it was cursed was just superstitious…
It had been a few minuets before she noticed. A few minuets before she could swear the her pants weren’t fitting right any more. She always wore them tight to show off her ass, but this was getting ridiculous. It was like, the further she walked down the old trail the tighter they got, or the larger her ass got. As she thought about it, it actually did seem like her ass was bigger… She grabbed her increasingly voluptuous ass and squeezed it. She grinned at the thought of having a even bigger and sexier ass and broke into a run. She didn’t know what was causing this, but if going further down the trail made it bigger she was all for it.
As she ran down the old trail she started to feel strange. Her ears itched, her spine tingled, her pants were badly ripping. She couldn’t place it, but something was off. The changes didn’t seem to be happening to her ass now, just other places. The itch of her ears was gone, but now they felt heavy and everything sounded louder. The strange pulling feeling and itchiness of her spine had stopped, but now something long a ropelike kept slapping her leg, and the itchiness shot straight up the center of her back.
She slowed down to a walk as she realized that her ears were now large and flopped to the side of her head. They were covered in brownish gray fur and looked like those of a donkey. Her tail twitch in a nervous manner and she didn’t need to look behind her to know that it too would look like that of a donkey.
She bolted back the other way, hoping that the changes would reverse themselves if she traced her footsteps back. There was no magical tingle though, and neither her tail, ears, or ass looked anything like they did when she started this walk.
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Wanted to do a quick drawing of my donkey and horsegirls. So today Darleyna meets a girl name Cassie and they realized they have alot in common. Maybe Cassie’s TF isn’t as bad as she originally thought…
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Wording Wishes
A real magic coin, all she had to do was hold it tight and make a wish.
She closed hand hand around the dull old coin and squeezed it tight.“Okay, I wish… I wish that I was the hottest ass in town, and had breasts no other girl could compete with, I want to be so well endowed… that even girls will want to have sex with me!”
She felt the magic rush out of her hands and flow into her body “Oh yes! It’s actually happening, I’ll be able to get any guy I want now… Or girl for that matter.” She chuckled to herself. Her mirth was cut short as she felt her hands began to stiffen and dropped the coin. “What the hell is going on with my hands!” She screamed looking at her arms as light gray hairs started to grow out, and her fingers became stiff and hard, turning a dark greyish brown. In only a few moments she had grown a layer of thin gray fur and…hooves.
She was so busy trying to comprehend what had happened to her hands that she barely noticed her breasts starting to strain at her flannel, but it didn’t take long before the pressure became to much. She swore it felt like her chest was covered in breasts, the weight and pressure of her tits popped the buttons right off her shirt, and she felt all four of her breasts flop free, and her growing nipples becoming stiff as the cold air touched them.
She tried to hold the growth of her tits back, but her breasts would not be denied, and her new hooves proof unsuccessful. Her face started to feel stiff and painful, and when her nose and ears started to itch she began to worry, knowing further changes were bound to happen. Her ears began to migrate up the sides of her head, becoming long and fur covered. She wanted to cry, she could feel her nose turning into a muzzle, her were nostrils widening and the fur now covered her nose as well. She felt a dull ache in her jaw as her teeth grew larger, becoming more suited for chewing on grass than the food she was used to.
“What the heeells happe-ha-Heee-Haaaawww!?” She tried to shout bout her H’s just became a series of donkey noises. “A… I’m.. I’m turning into a donkey!? But, why… No.. no I didn’t mean that when I said I wanted to be the nicest ass in town…”
Her frightened complaints went unheard as her breasts continued to grow heavier with each second, and her new grew inches longer and thicker still. A irritating itch at the base of her spine alerted her to her growing tail, but she didn’t even have time to give it a experimental flick before she felt a burning sensation in her groin. A painful sting and a strange lurching sensation as a long cock flopped out of her panties and a pair of balls dropped into a newly formed sack. She watched in horror as she became “well endowed”
It was bad enough she had turned into some four titted donkey thing… but a cock? and a large, dark, donkey cock at that. It was so long and thick, the thought of a cock that big would have been enough to make her feel aroused before, but the grey and pink flared maleness between her legs made her want to run, as if she could escape her fate…
Soon enough the pace of the changes slowed and stopped. Her hands and feet had become hooves, a long donkey tail swayed behind her ass nervously, long ears poked out from her hair and straight away from her head, a head that had a short half muzzle with huge buckteeth. Four massive breasts hung from her chest with nipples bigger than she thought possible, and her dick slapped against her knees as she moved. This had to be the worst wish ever…
“Haw!?”
“Haawww!?”
“Heee-Haaaaawwww!? Heeeee-Haaaawwww!!!”
She tried to speak, but now it didn’t seem to matter what word she tried, it all sounded like the frightened braying of a donkey. It took her quite a while before she calmed down enough to quite her brays. She was still able to speak, as long as she didn’t get too excited it seemed, though H words were impossible and the occasional Hee-Haaww would replace a word without her consent. Not that it mattered, no amount of words would be able to help her, wishes were irreversible, and she had truly made an ass of herself with her careless wishing…
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Still writing the full story for this, it’ll be much longer, but the short version is
a girl is late for a job interview and forgets to put on perfume, not wanting to smell bad she ducks through cosmetics on her way to the appointment, a strange salesman offers her a sample of parfum de l'âne, thinking it a fancy french perfume she fails to realize that the translation is perfume of the donkey. Having taking a small sample with her she rushes to make her appointment. She ends up spraying herself a few more times because she keeps smelling something like farm animals. Riding the elevator up to her appointment she realizes the distinct smell of barnyard animals is coming from her, and that isn’t her only animalistic feature. Confused and afraid she brushes passed a horrified secretary with her skirt hiked up and her underwear left in the elevator. She reaches the desk of the interviewer and realizing she’s now part donkey and half naked, she says she’s here for the modeling job.
The interviewer is shocked at first, but asks her to take of the rest of her clothes. After a quick inspection of the girl the interviewer says she has good news and bad news.
The bad news is that she can’t get her a job modeling underwear. The good news is that shes perfect for TF-Weekly, a new transformation based magazine that’s gonna launch this fall!
She might not be living the life of a supermodel she expected, but at least shes not unemployed
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