A GOOD ROOM
New Staff
by Zax and Duds
Light slides across hotel furniture as you pace back and forth. You look at the cheap beige alarm clock on the wooden nightstand. 10:35 am.
You had just awoken from an arousing dream. You had sat in an adult strip club, mutated animal women petting you from either side, one of them half donkey in appearance, the other half cow. Both of them nuzzled and groped you through your clothes.
You pace some more, because this morning you know that not only is the strip club very real on this remote, tropical isle, but that these half-animal creatures might be too.
You look at the closed door leading out of your hotel room. You could go there now. Jack and Jenny's. What a name. It's only two or three blocks. Just a few minutes' walk.
But deep down, you can't go through with it now, fearing what might happen if you go there again. You'd normally wallow a little in your kink if you got the chance, but the ragged sounds of humans and animals braying from somewhere close as you passed by last night didn't make you feel safe about it. Just ashamed. It doesn't help at all that the resort is named Pleasure Island, and its theme is what brought you here.
The dream you just woke up from was so vivid and intense that it left you with huge morning wood, even though you've slept through most of the morning. As you pace some more, thinking about it, your bulge feels a little bigger than usual. You chalk it up to the intense dream.
You pause in front of the TV. If it was on, you'd know it would be on the same channel you where you left it. A porn channel featuring strippers with animal features. One channel away is a channel on donkeys and their habits. One more click and it's monster movies on demand. Every channel loaded with overtones of animals, becoming them, and enjoying it.
You can't help but feel there's something insidious about it, so much so that you haven't left the room in six days. Still, just thinking about girls going literally wild makes you pulse once in your pants anyway.
You decide that a good leak and a cold shower are in order.
Just after you close the bathroom door, you hear a knock on your hotel room door. It creaks open. "Housekeeping!" the maid says with a breathy twinkle in her voice.
"Wait a minute," you say as you wrestle your erection back into hiding. "I'll be right out."
It's a good thing you left a change of clothes in here. Black jeans, black dress shirt and a stylish white tie to go with your shiny black dress shoes. The outfit you planned to go into Jack and Jenny's with if you hadn't chickened out.
You open the door to find a woman waiting for you. Almost a woman. The towel draped over her arm isn't what draws your attention. It's the long brown donkey ears and the tail that swings behind her French maid outfit.
The heady dream you woke up from makes your cock lurch.
She grins at you, her bucked teeth two big white squares behind her black lipstick. "Oh. Hello there, mister. Enjoying your stay here?" Her eyes wander to the bulge in your pants. Her smile widens.
"Y-Yeah." You eye this woman as she approaches you with a smile, her tufted tail swaying behind her beyond her frilled skirts.
"You're a big boy, huh?" She caresses the bulge in your pants with one long slide of a slender, black nailed hand.
A shudder runs up your spine. You try to back up, but her touch and your kinky fantasy are so close that you can't.
She keeps caressing you as she giggles at your wandering eyes. Your gaze returns to her face to find that her nostrils are ovals set in cream colored velvet as she pivots her donkey ears toward you. Your arousal pushes your cock straight upward, and the tip of it slips past your beltline, tenting out the bottom of your shirt.
"Donkey ears are pretty hot on a girl, huh, you naughty jackass?" Her hands slide into your hair as she cuddles her curves onto you, and each petting motion on your ears glides longer.
You just nod your head. After all, she's right. You glance around the room. Three empty bottles of Red Ass Ale on the nightstand. The drapes with donkey print on them. The night club you almost went in. The porn that keeps you up every night.
Soon your ears are covered in gray fur, twitching just like hers. "Way better now, hun," her buck toothed black lipped smile whispers into your fuzzy oval ear.
She kisses your cheeks one by one. They feel thick as her lips touch. She grinds her frilled skirts against the shirt that clasps your pushing shaft as each pulse makes it climb. Fully half your new length is tenting your shirt out now. You blush at her smirk. "Wh… whu-aaawt are you doing?"
"Oh, you know... bringing the real you out, jackass. Naughty thoughts, naughty body, boy!" It sounds rehearsed, but she slides a hand around your waist, caressing your butt that bunches with firm muscle. Her eyes light up as a ridge lifts under the seat of your black jeans, your stretching tail filling the seam and swelling as it pushes its way down. "Oooh yeah. Somebody wants to be a good donkey jack."
You work your jaws beneath the thickening muscles of your face and tongue your own bucked teeth, your mind hazy, giddy, hot. Yet you can't believe this. "Whu-aaawh? I-it can't be!"
"Don’t worry, boy. You'll feel so much better as a donkey," she purrs, toying with your rubbery, darkening lips. "Trust me, this gonna be the best job you ever had." She pats your butt, newly round with muscle, and caresses the ridge lining the center. "You know what this is?" she teases, painting the new growth beneath with her fingers.
You waggle your head to shake off the drunken pleasure seeping into you, and you feel your jackass ears flop beside your human face. "A… a tail?!" The seams of your pants dig into your hips as your shaft grinds upward another inch. She settles her hands there as she watches your shirt pulse and tug forward.
She presses her body to you, frilled skirts compacting against your monster bulge as she guides your hand around her and beneath to touch a warm, ropy, furry thing. "It's your donkey tail growing. Just like mine."
She reaches under you and cups your swelling balls, lifting them, gently guiding your still lengthening shaft higher. You moan, your voice going rough as you try to pull yourself together. But you're so horny now, and your mind is swimming in lust as you look at her lengthening face under the human hair that spills around her donkey ears.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You're gonna have a fine job as a dancer in the club! Every night people are gonna want to see you, stare at this ass and this big package you've got. Maybe take you into the back and fuck you. Maybe," she says as she slips fingers between the buttons of your shirt to touch your twitching shaft. "Maybe I do. Sexy jackass."
Your body shudders as she touches you. You try to speak, but a thick, shredding noise makes you look at your donkey tail coming free, long, gray and tufted at the end. You feel it sway and grind over the seat of your busted black jeans. She grabs it. "Oh wow. Looks like I was right… look at the tail on you, boy!" She giggles as she pets it, and you feel her fingers stroking you as her other hand expertly works your shirt buttons, exposing a dark, rubbery, black mottled pole atop creamy gray fur where skin should be. Her hands lift onto your beefy chest as it too swells, her fingers wiggling the tie off your shirt to toss it onto the bed. "You know you can wiggle that as you walk by at the club, making those girls horny, right?"
You feel fur itching and tickling from the root of your tail, directly up your back, and escaping up the nape of your neck, merging into your hair.
"Why don't you take this shirt off so we can see the new you, big boy?" She steps back to fondle your shirt buttons open. Without any hesitation, you strip that shirt off your chest and throw it aside. From neck to belly, you're covered in a bed of muscled, cream colored fur. Down both arms to your wrists, you see gray fur instead. With your dress shirt tossed aside, your manhood bobs thickly in air, completely changed. Huge now, pulsing with every heartbeat, black, veins pulsing beneath the flattened dome of it. You have a donkey dick. She leans in and pulls your zipper down before you can think to stop her. She pulls pants and underwear down, and it tips forward, swaddled in a furry dark gray sheath. Beneath that sway heavy, dangling, black furred balls that bat against your two toned thighs.
She grins and licks her lips as velvet sprouts around her rounded nostrils. "Theeeere it is, my sexy jack… your work tool, ready to bring jacks and jennies out of others too!" She palms and swirls your flattened glans with her hand.
Fur grows down your legs as she pumps your hard jackass pole. Your chest shudders and you let out a coarse, guttural bray.
She leans in and kisses you, her rubbery donkey lips to yours as your faces stretch amd push together.
Parting from the kiss, you feel awash im semsations. Your nostrils turn oval. Your nose broadens. Its rounded end fuses to your upper lip as bucked teeth slip over the other, fusing into a snout as you wheeze and bray with every breath. Your face goes almost numb as fur sprouts around your eyes in lighter color. Your forehead slopes and goes gray beneath human hair that's bunching into a mohawk above your head.
You can't stop. Your donkey muzzle pushes forth just like hers as she pumps you faster and squeezes you harder. You can only wheeze and bellow with each jerking pull on you the werejenny maid makes. "Waaaay better now," she grins as she caresses your thick domed furry cheeks with her free hand. "I can't wait to see how many jenmies this thing will make!"
Her hand pets your ears before she slides downward with her hands and body, watching your muzzle grow with a smile. "Only one thing left, boy. Let's see how far you'll go." She pauses, her bucked toothed grin looking up at you as you huff. You watch her fist wiggle the base of your sheath, making your shaft flop and bend stiffly im the air. She admires your beastly shaft and licks her way down. "There's still one detail we need to know." She fondles your swollen donkey sac and noses it with her muzzle. "How many hooves will you have?"
The words hang in the air as you struggle between wanting to stay on two legs... and needing to cum more than anything.
On her knees, she licks your donkey balls as her hand plays along you. She plunges her mouth around the crown of you, and you can't help but bray and grasp her hair in both fists as her tomgue plays along the flattened crown of your donkey penis. Your toes clench, and you kick your shoes aside as two hooves burst through your socks. Your clenching fingers knead her hair as you bellow your need wordlessly.
"Good boy," she gasps desperately. "Give it to me! Bray and spray, you weredonkey jack!"
Her mouth gobbling you down again is the last straw. You do just what she says, and forget everything else but pleasure as she smiles and moans, taking what you have to give.
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Lights and lasers flash to the beat as you sway your burly body between tables, a tray of drinks in hand. The first night of your new job as a gigolo werejack on Pleasure Island. Almost human in shape. For now. Across the club, during this Ladies Only night, women of all shapes and sizes huddle among themselves, too drunk, too horny or too bewitched to notice or care about their growing animal details, ears and donkey tails working free from their hairdos and outfits. Cups with spiked alcohol in hand, music whispering naughty donkey thoughts into their heads, they watch your almost human beefcake body like a tasty dish worth grabbing on to.
You lean over a table, passing drinks from the tray. "It's a good night, girls! Heh heh hawwwh!" You lean back, undulating the rippling abs on your new human body shamelessly toward the hidden donkey sheath softly pulsing in your shorts. "Anyone want to ride the donkey man? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."
All the girls laugh, but one of them plays a hand across her pudgy belly that hides fur beneath her dress. She smirks at you with naughty eyes. "What's your name, big boy?"
You grin back, knowing she's in trouble now. "My name's…"
You reach for the nametag on your leather harness, and something screams to say your real name. Your old, human name. But it won't come out. You quiver in place, your new identity coming on again in a wave of lust, so good that you need that braying jenny pussy tonight, same as always.
You grin wider with the permanent bucked teeth you have now. "My name's… Bucky."
"You gonna buck for me?"
You laugh together until your throat breaks your voice into a coarse braying noise.
You offer your hand.
She takes it, and her friends cheer.
