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He was a little too small, in comparison to the other jack asses in the barn. He approached a female with a nice tail, and realized dimly that his mind was degrading, too. Horses and Doggies and Cats, Oh my Bristly brown hair is sprouting from his feet. AAAnh eeeh No! Snarling his teeth, he clomped off to another room, trail a brow furred tail with a hair tuft at the end.
As he read, his thigh grew shorter and his feet grew longer, and his body grew more brown fur. He drops to his butt and tears at his shoes with his stubby fingers. He finds his sister and repeats his phrased shoutings.
However, his shirt split itself down the front. His tail swished back and forth. The grown-haired, white shirted and blue jeaned yong man came ot the last of the strange book and read these words:. Its growth causes him pain, but he tries more phrases.
The feeling passed. His tail starts to grow. The door opened. He clenched his crude fist, and walked toward the book.
He clomped inside. He sniffed her butt, then reared up and landed on her. He grabs the book and runs out of the room.
He tries to part his fingers, but a sharp pain in his feet distracts him. His back legs were still changing- fur sprouting, knobbing feet. The back of his hand is slowly growing brown stuby hair.
He moved back and forth on her, scaping his furry belly against her back and maneuvering around her bristly tail. Donkey copyright by Picklejuice. He was a complete donkey. Somehow, the button unbuttons, his jeans unzip, and he pulls them off, desparately. He scratches his hand, then looks at it in fright. It was done, he felt. He does it again, loudly, shouting.
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His hands were knobbing under his fur as he used them to climb up the side of the wall next to the door. He could smell that. A pain passes through his hands and he drops the book.
He read the words after it and a sort of horror spread across his face. He cursed, and noticed that his shirt was growing wet from his exertions. He can see his nose and mouth lengthening away from his face. He wobbled about a bit, then went to the stables.
He was indistinguishable from the other asses in the barn that were now milling about. He samashed its window open iwth a hoof and went through.
As he does this, his ears sprout fur and stretch away from his head, becoming pointy. Then, his hairy thighs start to strain at the seams of his pants. As he unloostens the straps of his shoes, his feet elongate, carrying the shoes with them. His tail swished in anger.
A definite crude hoof is now on the end of each foot. Finally, he got up and stumbled around before settling: standing on his back hooves.
Sitting there, his ears flopped as his mussel sprouted whiskers, his chin wiggled into place, and his eyes finally stopped changing. He gets up, and runs to a mirror. His hands were complete hooves by the time he reached the door outside. He paws at his jeans buttons, dropping the book.
He felt his shirt get a lot tighter, rip, and fall off as he grew to the correct size. The flesh between his fingers is beginning to fuse. There, his fur-covered thighs exposed: They are shortening, and his foot is lengthening. He re furthur, and shouts the phrase 10 times, faster and faster.
Donkey bar: braying transformation
He kicks off the shoes, and sees that his toes are fusing into hooves, too. She runs in terror. He sat back on his haunches, and pawed at the air, trying to get his hoves up to his neck to rip at the chirt. Except for the fact that most of the rest of the others were female. Trying to get up, he fell again to the ground.
It pushes against the back of his pants, and starts to worm its way down his left pant leg. HIs neck elongated, powerful muscles stretching under the rich brown coat of fur.
Cursing, he scrambles over to the book and re the phrase again and again, trying different pronounciations. His hair was shrinking back and growing at the same time - turning into a mane.