The Wrong Crowd
By TheNomeKing for ANON

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A cool breeze blustered through the trees, blowing a few dead leaves down an unkempt tarmac road w wound through the sleepy rural village in the northern part of England. The sound of a barn owl called within the bustling trees, but the noise of a nearby pub drowned out any natural noises for those listening nearby. Another cool breeze swept down the road, and sent a cooling wave across a tall muscular man’s bearded cheeks, turning them rosy red. The flickered bands of red and orange burned across the darkening sky as the setting sun disappeared beyond the horizon, giving way to the glowing waxing moon that hung high in the sky. His big black t-shirt and cargo shorts blew about in the breeze as he walked down the road, the many hairs upon his arms standing on end as he used to the hot weather of America, and not the cold and rather schizophrenic nature of English weather. His large brown eyes were set on the pub at the end of the road, where the noise of merriment appeared to be originating from. John’s heartbeat started to increase a little as he felt nervous approaching the first pub on his holiday to the UK, and he’d certainly never even seen any bar in America called ‘The Cock & Ass’ before. A large cockerel standing atop a donkey was the image that had been painted on the sign which hung above the pub entrance, a building which looked like it’d been a house conversion. A cobbled stone pavement sidewalk framed the base of the pub, the appearance of which seemed like it was a very old and characterful building, with the strong black wooden beams supporting the white plastered walls in between. It looked almost medieval in style, and yet he could see the familiar yellow glow of electric bulbs originating from within. 

He’d been recommended to this pub ever since he’d arrived in this little village, and even the lovely old lady at the bed & Breakfast insisted he visit, and saying that he’d get a free beer. Johnathan certainly couldn’t turn down a free beer, hence his leave of absence from the room he’d rented for the night, and in the hopes of trying some locally brewed English beer and ale. He slid a shiny black smartphone from the pocket of his loose blue jeans and checked the time that appeared illuminated upon it. 

Nine twenty-two PM appeared upon the screen, and he told himself he wouldn’t spend any more than an hour inside the pub. The battery icon flashed red, and he realised that he’d very little battery life left as he’d forgotten to put in charge earlier. He slid the phone back into his pocket as he approached the pub doors, and immediately heard the sound of British men laughing and talking amongst each other. John already felt like a fish out of water being an American within the UK, and his obviously Texan accent didn’t help the alienated feeling he had even since he arrived. What he found rather nice, was nobody had drawn attention to it, and John had a harder time with the cold weather than the people he’d met. He took a deep breath of cold air, and pushed the door open and felt a jarring wave of heat smack his face. The stench of smoke, spilt beer and sweat filled his nostrils as he waltzed into the pub, his cheeks turning bright red at the sudden change in temperature. John scratched his full fuzzy black beard nervously as he gazed around the pub, and spied several heavily built beary gentlemen ducking beneath the various beams that supported the rather low ceiling above his head. Large oak tables sat in every spare corner of the room, with very little space to sit or situate oneself. 

John was shocked at how cramped everyone was inside the pub, but it felt quite cosy and possessed a certain rustic charm that seemed to be absent from most American bars he’d visited before.  A few of the larger gentlemen turned their bearded heads towards the newcomer, and gave John a slight nod as he walked by, sometimes they would mutter “urrrite” as he looked their way. He felt a bit unsure and simply nodded in acknowledgement, before approaching the bar where a middle-aged woman with long dark hair stood, seemingly cleaning a large glass dimpled pint jug. She raised her head and said in a rather brash northern English accent “You alright’ there m’love, what can I get for ya”

“Oh, hello! Could I have a…ummm, glass of…ale?” John remarked, not certain of what he was looking to drink. She looked at him for a moment with a puzzled expression, then replied.

“Whatcha want? Bishop’s, old-P? Nukey brown?” She said with a rather irritated expression and looked over to a rather fat, but muscular man in a sweatshirt who started walking towards the bar.

“Ohh…errrmmm…” John said, looking at the various icons that’d been engraved on the beer pumps, his face turning an even brighter shade of red as social anxiety ravaged the rational part of his mind. He was just about to stammer again when he felt a large manly hand press across his shoulder, and he was met with the face of a gruff older man. A short but bushy black and grey beard hung from the face of a tall portly man in a white sweatshirt, and his brilliant blue eyes pierced into John’s soul and stole the voice from his throat.

“Howdy there fella! M’names Markus, let me get ya’ an ale!” He remarked with a smile, showing a toothy grin and an overall friendly demeanour. His gruff English accent and manly appearance made John a little weak and the knees, but he retained his composure and nodded towards Markus with a smile.

“T..thanks, I’m John…I must stick out like a sore thumb eh!” John replied with a chuckle, realising as he spoke with the attractively gruff man; that his Texan accent sounded horribly out of place.

“Think nout of it lad, glad to meet a new fella such as yourself!” He remarked and extended his hand out to gesture for a handshake, to which John replied by gripping his hand tightly and shook it firmly. He was shocked at the strength Markus exhibited, and once again had to retain his composure in the presence of this very manly & muscular individual.

“Shall I get him a pint of Swine’s Swindle Markus?” The lady behind the counter remarked as she grabbed a fresh glass pint jug from underneath the sticky wooden counter.

“Nah Doris, get him Donk’s Delight. That’s a nice heady ale to start with eh” Markus replied as Doris nodded, and reached behind the counter and grabbed what appeared to be a large fat beer bottle with a picture of a donkey rearing its hind legs up on the label. She began pouring the thick dark fluid into the glass, slowly allowing the shimmering brown liquid to rise up as the frothy head developed and settled above the liquid. She slid the glass across the counter towards John, who promptly reached down and gripped the glass by the handle. 

“Fancy comin’ and sitting with the lads?” Markus said with a grin as John took the glass up to his lips and took a sip of the liquid. He nodded and gulped the strong tasting luquid down, and tried his best to hide the expression of shock at how strange the English ale tasted. He was used to cold beer that had a subtle taste which might linger at the back of his throat, but this ale was like an assault on his senses. There was a strong bitterness to the ale, but a pleasant hoppy flavour that seemed to linger across his tongue, and left a slightly musky smell in his nostrils. The ale itself was at room temperature, and John had expected the drink to be cold. He noticed that the flavours were far more prominent while warm than cold, and he felt the urge to take another sip almost directly after.

“Mmmmhmm, Oh…oh wow this is…” John said as he walked over with the friendly northern Englishman. “Good isn’t it!”  Markus chuckled as he led his American guest towards a large heavy oak table that sat at the end of the pub to the right of the entrance, and he had to duck under a beam towards a table where a two large men of similar stature and size sat down. A large glass ashtray sat in the centre of the table and he could see a few of the men smoked pipes, while others puffed on very large looking cigars, but they all had large glass jugs of dark brown ale and beer.

“Heyup Markus, who’s this fella” One of the men said, who appeared to have very short hair and a large full bushy goatee. “Well Andy, this here is John, an American” Markus replied to his friend Andy, who wore a rather loose red shirt and jeans, which didn’t do much to hide the strong hairy arms and big belly. 

“Well common lad, siddown and let’s get ya a stogie” Another one of the men said, who had a buzzcut, and a beard almost as Bushy as the one Markus had. This man wore a thick leather jacket over a black shirt and had a very dark pair of trousers that peaked out from beneath the oak table that sat by.

“Oh I dunno about…” John said, before being interrupted “Nonsense lad, common let’s get you a big’un!” Markus remarked as he nudged John towards the open seat. The seat didn’t give John much room, but instead of resisting, he simply caved to social pressure and sat next to Andrew. Markus slid along and wedged himself against John, preventing him from easily escaping the hot sandwich of awkward male bellies. He found that once he was sitting next to them, they weren’t that much taller than he was, but they were certainly quite a bit fatter. John slid his ale onto the table after taking another swig, and watched Markus pull out a large thick cigar and handed it to John, who took it from the Englishman’s hands and nervously slid the pre-cut end in between his lips. Andy leaned in and remarked “Ere’ lemmie light ya up lad” as he removed a zippo light from his pocket and produced a flame, then ignited the end of the cigar.

John nervously took a breath, removed the cigar and took some air in, and felt a burning in the back of this throat almost immediately after. He felt like mistakes had been made, and he wanted to vomit at the feeling inside him, but he didn’t want to seem out of place. He exhaled and did his best to keep himself from coughing. His eyes began to water a little, but took another drag, this time feeling like he was going to throw up into his beer, but exhaled again and tried his hardest to look cool.

“You’re not supposed to breathe it in fella” Markus said with a grin on his face, as he watched John’s bloodshot eyes well up with tears, before laughing loudly and patting John upon his back. John coughed the smoke from his lungs and felt a little embarrassed, but laughed along with the rest of the guys around him, trying hard to ‘fit in’ with the crowd. John picked up his ale again, and took another swig, and began to find himself relaxing after a few minutes of correctly puffing the large stogie he’d been give. The stench of the cigar had begun to fill his nose with the stench of tobacco and cinnamon, as well as something else he couldn’t quite pin down; but it smelt very musky. 

John continued to smoke & drink as the men around him chatting amongst one another, talking about things like women in the village they liked, giving them ratings out of ten and getting riled up whenever ‘football’ was mentioned. John didn’t even realise they had football in England, and he’d have been lying if he didn’t mind the idea of seeing this big muscular men in full padded gear. He could have sworn they enjoyed soccer more than football, but he didn’t want to seem like a fool and continued drinking, smoking, and laughing whenever they did. After an entire pint of his beer, he found he was almost done with his cigar too, and a thick burning stub was all that remained of his stogie. However he kept smoking what we left, as he’d begun to enjoy the hazy dizziness it brought him. John even believe he may have been a bit drunk, and wasn’t sure how ale had gotten affected him so strongly, but he wasn’t about to complain. All of a sudden, he felt a rather strange tingling itch in his ears, and reached up to scratch it, before Markus interrupted him.

“You’re lookin’ Drunk there mate!” Markus said as he nudged John’s shoulder with his own, chuckling as he looked at his American guest. John turned around and didn’t manage to synchronise the blinking of his left and right eye, before replying in a drunken voice “I’m fine! I’m not ev...even tips…ey. I could have like, ten...twent…wenty more pints”

“Not so sure bout’ that fella, you’re looking a bit ‘ass-inine’ to me!” Andy said with a chuckle and pointed towards John’s face, smiling before the whole group burst into laughter. John chuckled and joined in the laughter, but felt somewhat uneasy as he saw a few of the other men in the pub pointing his way and muttering under his breath. He didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt like the men he sat with were laughing at him rather than with him. Regardless of how he felt, he continued to laugh, and took another drag of his cigar which promoted even further laughter.

“Oh man he’s got no clue! Fuckin’ hell Markus, when ya gonna tell the poor bastard” The bald man with the large black beard said, pointing towards John’s face again, which didn’t help his nerves.

“I’m shocked he’s not got it yet Conner! Hah...it’s taking him a ‘long’ time!” Markus said as he gestured to his ears, using his fingers to make a tugging motion. John laughed again with Markus, this time feeling even more uneasy, his face turning red with embarrassment as a nervous itch developed in his tingling ears once more. Finally he couldn’t resist and raised a hand to scratch his ears, but instead of feeling soft skin, he felt something else…something bristly.

“Wha…what the” John said as he reached his whole hand up, and pressed it down against the left side of his head, and felt something long, furry and hard extending up from where his ears were supposed to be.

“OHhhh! I think he’s got it lads, what’s your bettings this time around. Will he make it to the bar, the door or the road?” Markus chuckled as he watched John’s face express pure dread and confusion, and turned to look at Conner and Andy.

“Fuck it, this guy’s not gonna make it to the door, I’m saying bar!” Conner said, sliding what looked like a ten pound note across the table to Markus. “I’m saying door, this guy’s got some beef on him!” Andy replied, and slid two five pound notes across the table.

John felt terrified and confused as he ran his hand up what felt like a long, furry extension, and put down his cigar to check his other ear. What scared him the most was the fact he could feel through these objects, and it felt like he was stroking a long, furry equivalent of his ears. Confused and afraid, he tried to ask what was going on “W…what’s gohheeeengHAAAAAAWWWWWN!!” John said, before his voice suddenly broke, and a loud high pitched animalistic noise left his lips. The noise filled the pub and the ambient noise of talking stopped immediately. Everyone in the pub raised their glasses and immediately shouted “EYYYY!!!” and John brought both hands to cover his mouth. His eyes opened wide in terror at the noise that’d just left his mouth, and was scared to admit to himself that it sound almost identical to a donkey’s bray.

“There we go lads, first of many! Let’s see how long he lasts, he’s already looking like a jackass with those ears!” Markus said as he laughed again, watching as John continued to rub his long furry earlobes, as he realised that they were actually still growing. John had frozen, he couldn’t move or think straight for what felt like the longest time as he sat there and felt his ears creaking and growing longer. Suddenly, he was thrown out of his trance by a strange wriggling sensation in his pants. This wriggling continued and he could feel something working its way down the crack of his ass, what scared John the most was that it felt like a long fleshy worm. He could even feel it twitching and tugging as if it were alive. Panic and fear took hold of John’s actions, and he tried to get out of his cramped space; but found he was unable to move from his position thanks to Markus. He began to thrash, and even started to shout, and let out a loud uncontrolled bray as he did so.

“Ge…GET AWAY! GET AWAHHAAAWW!” John screamed, his throat clenched as another loud animalistic bray left his mouth. Using all his might, he pushed against the table after feeling that horrible squirming sensation grow even more prevalent within his underpants, and pushed the heavy oak table onto the floor. A massive crash filled with pub as John fell forwards, striking the side of his cut against the blunt edge of the table and fell to the floor, letting out a cry of pain, which quickly twisted into another loud semi-human bray of fear. 

“AAEHHHHHAWWW!” John cried as he felt his hands strike against the soft carpeted floor of the pub, and felt the wriggling within his underwear continue. John suddenly felt a cracking sensation in his back, a series of popping vibrations running down his spine towards his buttocks, where something long and fleshy began to press against his trousers. He could feel THROUGH whatever this thing was, just like he could feel the long furry ears that jutted from the side of his head as if they belonged to him. He could sense the shuddering vibrations of the creaking cartilage sounding within his skull, gasping for breath as he tried to crawl forwards. The sense of terror only felt worse as John realised that he felt weaker than normal, and like he couldn’t focus on the things in front of him. It felt like he’d downed a whole bottle of Vodka, and was experiencing an extreme state of drunkenness. He couldn’t understand how a single pint of ale could do that, and reasoned that they must have drugged him as he grabbed the carpet with his hands, and managed to move himself onto his knees. John started to gasp and grunt as the same cracking sensations ran down his spine again, this time the feeling of tightness in his pants grew even stronger, until the pressure finally subsided and he felt something slide up between his ass, and out of his underwear. 

“Eyyy we godda tail!” all the men shouted in the pub as they watched a long fleshy pink tail flick upwards from John’s exposed buttocks crack. The long appendage began to twist and flick about as John turned his head, and he caught a glimpse of the flesh protrusion moving about at his command. His sense of terror only got worse as he saw Markus approaching him, and leaned down to grab his tail, and promptly tugged upwards. 

“Nooeee...HeeeeeHAWWWW!” John begged in a drunken voice before he felt his newly grown fleshy tail being tugged up, which forced yet another terrified bray to leave his mouth. His cheeks went bright red at the feeling of the new muscles tugging his anus upwards, and it felt like his pucker was throbbing as it was relocated. Markus tugged John’s new tail up again, before grabbing his cargo shorts at the back, and tugging them down sharply to expose his rear. His shorts and underpants dropped down between his legs, held in place by the elastic that remained taught between his thighs. His fat cut cock was already aching with need, and pre cum had begun to gradually ooze out of John’s aroused semi. A nice swollen asshole greeted Markus’ gaze, which had begun to slowly move upwards towards the dock of John’s still growing appendage. John could feel his tail squirming around within Markus’ grip, and experienced a new kind of fear at the realisation that he actively was trying to wriggle it free. He’d not even been thinking about his newfound control, and how it felt so natural to have such a strange extension of his spine. Markus pressed his hand against John’s buttocks, and spread his left cheek to get an even better view of his victim’s aching tail hole. He watched with glee as new muscles rippled around John’s swelling pucker, and the skin started blotching and changing from a pinkish red; to a shade of silky black. To John, it felt like somebody was stretching his rear open, pushing something around his pucker and stretching it apart. In reality his muscles were swelling & growing, while even more complex collections of tissue developed to give him one of the most sophisticated assholes in the animal kingdom. His anus continued to slide upwards until it nestled neatly underneath the thick muscular dock of his new tail, and all the while; John could feel his balls aching as a bizarre sensation of flushing heat moved through his lower abdomen.

“My my! What a nice fat tail hole you’ve got there Jonny boy!” Markus said as he raised a spare finger up, and started to gently prod and stroke John’s throbbing pucker “Pleeeease! No MorHHhhaww!” John pleaded as Markus’ finger gently teased his sensitive rear, before shuddering and letting out an embarrassing bray of pleasure as his new black pucker stretched open to allow the human finger inside. His cheeks blushed again, realising he was being fingered in the middle of a pub, surrounded by people who he didn’t know, and growing a tail as they laughed and taunted him. His head swam with strange ideas, odd thoughts of pleasure and enjoyment at the feeling of his even more sensitive ass being probed by Markus. He couldn’t deny what he was doing felt amazing, and how sensual his new set of sphincter muscles felt, as they throbbed and pulsated against the intrusion. John brayed again, this time leaning against Markus’ finger, and allowing more of it to slide inside him as the pleasure overtook his feeble mind for a mere moment. To make matters worse, he could also feel a strange tingling feeling spreading from his ass, which felt like a more pleasurable version of pins and needles. It felt like the kind of enjoyment one might receive from scratching an itch, and this strange pinprick like sensation actually felt highly enjoyable, and somewhat sensual as it tingled around his fat black tail hole. Markus could see the effects of this feeling, a series of short bristly light grey hairs, which complimented his throbbing black asshole perfectly. These hairs started tingling and slowly spreading up from his rear and up towards his fleshy tail, slowly spreading across the blotching skin until the tip of his tail began to grow longer, and darker hairs. Unbeknownst to John, the very same colour hairs were continuing to grow from his long equine ears, with a longer, fluffier and darker shade of fur developing within the large donkey pinna. 

“Awwww hear that lads? Lil’ Jonny boy ere’ doesn’t wanna be a jackass? What’s the matter, don’tcha like how it feels!?” Conner said as he remained sat in his seat, holding his beer as he heard John’s pleads to cease turning into pleasured brays. John even saw a slight bulge developing in Conner’ pants, and in truth; Conner found he was rather enjoying the sight of John’s tail and asshole in full view. It would have been a lie to say that John wasn’t enjoying how it felt too, but he couldn’t just stay here and let this happen; he had to escape! John wriggled his ass and pushed forwards, slipping his furry donkey tail free from Markus’ grip and finally he managed to push his way forwards. His attempts at movement were hampered suddenly by his loose pants & shorts, which had been tugged down by Markus mere moments before. He managed to stand for a moment, before tripping upon his cargo shorts and tumbled forward onto the floor. John let out a yelp as he clumsily fell flat on his face, and the whole pub went up in laughter at the sight of this drunken man attempting to flee with no success. 

“Haha! No ya don’t you stupid lil’ shit! Let’s see how you’re doing down there Jonny!” Markus chuckled as he grabbed John’s Hips and threw him down to the side, causing the terrified Johnathan to fall over. He fell to the floor with a grunt as Markus flipped him around so he lay upon his back, and looked up towards Markus who reached down and grabbed John’s semi erect cock.

“Well well, seems Jonny boy here’s gotta roundhead! Isn’t that the norm for Americans lads?” Markus said as he began stroking John’s now fully erect shaft, and watching as he moaned at the feeling of Markus; strong hand grasping at his manhood.

“Haha yeah! Stupid jackass probably hasn’t even seen an uncut one before!” Conner shouted from the back as he chugged his beer and rubbed the bulge that’d been developing in his own pants. “Ey Markus! You should show this stupid donkey your cock! I’m sure he’d love to see it!” Conner continued as he finished with his swig and rested the glass on his knee. Markus smiled and turned around, grinning towards John as he released his grip on John’s shaft and began to undo his trousers. John could’ve used this opportunity to escape, but something held him back, some sick sense of curiosity made him want to stay and see. Markus Grabbed his trousers and pants, and pulled them both down, and a nice fat semi erect cock appeared before him, with a nice loose flap of skin over the top. John moaned as Markus reached down and gripped his shaft tightly, then started to stroke it back and forth, tugging the skin back to show off his red glistening glans.

“AhhhhhHHHHAWWWW!” John moaned before he felt his voice trailing off into a bray of pleasure, and Markus chuckled and leaned forwards, pressing his crotch against John’s. Another bray of bliss left John’s maw as he felt Markus’ larger and uncut cock press against his circumsied American dick. His body shivered as he felt the big hairy English hand grasp his American shaft tightly, and began rubbing his own dick against it. John dropped his head back as orgasmic pleasure shuddered from his loins and oozed into his member, producing even louder cries of pleasure from the feeling of his shaft sliding against Markus’ member.

“Lookie ere’ boys, looks like John’s enjoying this! He’s already bigger than me!” Markus chuckled as he continued to frot his shaft against John’s member, before Johnathan realised what he’d just said and looked back up. Horror washed across him as he saw the tip of his member pushing past the end of Markus’ fat cock head. It seemed to be swelling with length and girth, and with every stroke from Markus, it began to grow larger. “Haha! Looka this boys, he’s scared of his own bellend!” Markus said as John got the strength and pushed himself away, and rolled back onto all fours. Markus leaned back and pulled his pants back up with a smile on his face, his hand reaching down to gently knead his bulge at the sight of John’s plump black asshole on display once more.

“This fella’s mad! I’d be all over that prick if it were me! I’d be tryin’ to enjoy me last moments, know whatta mean eh fellas, or try to find a nice jenny eh…HAHA!” Conner shouted as he watched John refuse the pleasure Markus offered, and resumed driniking his ale and eying up Johnathan throbbing black equine anus. John didn’t know what to do at this point, his pants were down down, and his furry tail, ears, swelling asshole and his growing cut cock were now on display for all to see. His cheeks flushed with heat as he looked up to see a few more men pointing at him, taunting and laughing as he tried to scramble at the carpeted floor of the pub. He tried gripping the carpet, and tugging himself forwards. All of a sudden John had a stroke of genius, and he reached into his back pocket to pull out his smartphone.

He clicked the power button, and felt a sensation of dread wash over him as his smartphone flashed the ‘out of battery’ icon on the screen. “No no! No p…pleaeeeeeehhhawwwse!!” John screamed loudly at the realisation that his only hope of rescue had been stolen from him, thanks to the terrible battery life of his phone manufacture. As if fate were against John, he also began to feel the strength in his fingers slowly diminish. The changing heat began to spread into his torso, and down towards his hands which only made the weakness worse.  The bones within his hands began to pop and crack loudly, which caused a visible movement within the digits. His phone fell out from his hands and dropped to the floor with a “clunk”, producing an even louder roar of laughter from the men in the pub. “Hahahaaah! The stupid jackass thinks he can call for help! Even we don’t get any signal ere’!” They shouted as they pointed and taunted John’s fruitless efforts to regain control of a situation he had absolutely no control over. John’s screams of frustration, once again; trailed off again into loud bray at the sight of his fingers and hands starting to change. He watched with a terrified expression, as his middle finger started to grow, swell and extend forwards, seemingly gaining mass and weight while he saw his other digits slowly shrinking. As his swelling finger grew larger, thicker and heavier; so did the nail that was attached to it, until it began to look rather strange.

“Hey lookie here boys! Seems that lil’ Jonny boy ain’t gonna make it very far without hands!” Conner said again, this time standing up from his seat and stepping over the flipped table. He walked over the short distance John had travelled and leaned down, with his ale in hand. John however was too preoccupied with the sight of his hands deforming, and could help but stretch out his extending hands as the popping bones produced a sensations of tightness within the joints. The popping ligaments and creaking bones produced a series of feelings that weren’t too dissimilar from cracking one’s knuckles. While the extending bone felt more like a creaky door hinge, it was that same shuddering vibration that permeated through his arms and into his torso. John moaned loudly as he felt his anus throbbing again, this time it felt like something was pushing behind it.

“P…pleeeease! St..stop thissss” John pleaded as he watched his expanding nails growing even longer, thicker and heavier. They were seemingly growing so large, they had started to curl around the swelling digit that’d become almost as thick as his wrist. His hands meanwhile had also grown longer, thicker and stronger, and could almost be classified as an extension of his arm. His other fingers however continued to slowly shrink into what looked like a lower foreleg, until even the fingernails began to shrink as they were absorbed, assimilated and converted into more equine flesh by the terrifying transformation. John turned his head to see Conner standing near him, leaning against the bar and laughing at him. 

“Ya stupid jackass, you’re not gonna make it past the bar! Haven’t ya realised that yet!” Conner said in his notably English accent as he took a large swig of his ale. “You should count yourself lucky, you mighta become a pig instead, but Markus needs a stupid donkey for his farm” Conner chuckled again as he raised his hand towards the landlady, who removed the empty glass he’d placed on the counter as she began to pour another drink for him.

“Besides, I got a tenner ridin’ on ya! Be a good lil’ donkey and don’t try and run” Conner remarked as he watched Johnathan’s face express utter terror at the implication of what he’d just said. John didn’t know what was scarier, the fact he was literally becoming an animal, or nobody cared to help him! These thoughts quickly vanished from his head as his hands began to reconfigure again, and tore his attention back to his terrifying transformation. John groaned as he felt this popping shaking up his lengthening arms, and saw that there was nothing left of his old human fingers or hands. Instead he saw what looked like a large pair of heavy equine hooves, leading up to a thick set of lower forelegs. Before he could even stop and contemplate on the fact he no longer possessed hands; another violent sensation of cracking bone shuddered through his arms, this time forcing a wail of shock from John’s mouth, which didn’t stay as a human cry for very long.

“ARhhhhhhHHAAWWWW!” John cried out before hearing his voice distort again, however this time the sound was louder and far more animalistic than before. John brayed again as he felt a sudden and rather violent reconfiguration of his humerus, as it jerked upwards against his shoulders. The popping and cracking was painless, but send a jerking vibration through his ribcage, and John could do naught but moan and cry out in his twisted half-human bray at the sensations of his bones changing shape. His upper arm sharply tugged upwards as the bone shortened, while his elbow began to move closer towards his torso. The radius and ulna in both his lower ‘arms’ began to fuse, producing a large amount of heat that began to pour through his changing limbs. John scraped his hooves against the floor at the realisation of what was happening to his arms, braying loudly and desperately for this all to stop. His lower arms had become the upper part of his foreleg, while his hands functioned as the lower part. This change in structure forced his upper body to ascend from the ground a little, and John began to lose control of his thoughts.

“HAWWWW….PLEeeaaahhhawwwwsse! St…staawwwwp!” John screamed as his voice continued to warp into brays, and his mind swam with terrified images of the people in the pub, staring and laughing. They continued to cheer and drink, and paid little attention to his cries for help, and could do nothing but feel the tingling sensations of growing fur up his back. He could feel the tingling spreading underneath his stretching shirt and down his newly configured forelegs, and for the first time he was able to see his fur. John’s ears instinctively pinned back in embarrassment and he pressed his hooves hard into the ground, and felt his fat throbbing cock aching against his belly with arousal at his environment.

“Haha! Seems this little jackass likes being treat like an animal, what is he? Some kinda dumb beast! HAH!” Conner joked as he stood back, and watched John’s face express both pleasure and humiliated terror at the feeling of being laughed and talked down to like a common animal. John brayed again, this time closing his eyes and trying hard to resist the urge to surrender to these feelings of pleasure, to take Conner’s advice before and just enjoy it. These invasive thoughts ate away at his mind as John tried to stop the throbbing in his cock before trying in vain to stand, but his now erect, aching and needy cock tore his focus away once more.

“Awww look, the donkey’s horny!” Conner said kneeling down to see John’s erect cut cock throbbing against his belly, and chuckled as it saw it start to blotch and slowly grow longer. John could feel the burning change spreading in his cock, and worse yet was the orgasmic throbbing of his prostate that pulsated deep inside his filthy asshole. Moans escaped John’s maw as he felt his cock sliding against his belly, seemingly extending and growing out as more and more twisted blood pumped inside and stretched the flesh forwards. The same burning feeling permeated his balls as they too began to throb and tingle with pleasure, and John’s drunken drugged mind couldn’t focus on anything anymore.

“NOOOOoooooo…ahhhhawww!” John groaned as he began to slur his words, and even started to drool a little on the floor as he felt his mind starting to slip. Another bray of pleasure left John’s mouth as he tried standing again, and felt his shorts and pants sliding down his leg before they tripped him up. He fell to his knees and hooves again, moaning and braying in pleasurable torment as he began to feel more and more confused. John stared forwards as he put all the mental power he could into focussing on where he was, who he was, and what was going on. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to do anything but think about his darkening shaft felt extending against the skin of his belly, as it grew longer and harder with every passing moment. 

“Haha, he’s getting a nice big fat dick there lads! I can even smell is from ere’” Conner said as he pointed towards John’s growing member and then wafted his hand, which got the rest of the men in the pub laughing and cheering at the donkey-to-be. John’s nostrils widened as he caught the stench of his donkey pre cum that dribbled from his still growing member. These smells began to permeate his nostrils, and John began to feel a burning within his nasal passage. His ears pinned back at how much he enjoyed his own stench, and didn’t even notice his nostrils starting to swell and grow larger & darker with every long sniff he took. “Cummon Jonnyboy! Just give up!” Conner said as he leaned down beside the terrified and aroused American, watching as his voice trailed into brays while the stench of equine musk filled the pub. John’s darkening nostrils flared as he looked up, and his eyes began to widen at the realisation of what he was doing. He had a massive erection in the middle of a pub, braying and moaning like a beast and enjoying how his cum smelt. John began to feel shame again, until he realised what he was doing! He didn’t want this, to end up becoming some horrible dirty beast!
 
“Nooo….Aaahhh haa….hawwww!” John moaned loudly before his voice trailed off into another bray, and tried his hardest to move across the room. He found that every step he took, his underpants and shorts only hampered his movements. So while groaning rather loudly, John slipped his feet free of his shoes, and removed his feet from the burden of his underwear. John still wore his socks and shirt, but was naked from the waist down, but despite this; he was determined to escape. 

“Don’t you dare, you dumb sack of shit! Don’t you dare take another step!” Conner said loudly, as all the men in the bar began cheering as if they were egging him on. John moaned again, this time even louder than before as he began moving his forelegs forward, clopping his new heavy hooves against the carpeted floor. Every single movement John took was a feat of strength, an achievement of sheer willpower to resist the urge to beg Conner to jack him off, to ejaculate his human brains across the floor and become a stupid animal. The only thing that stopped him from reaching down and grasping his member was the lack of hands, and in this he was actually thankful he no longer possessed his fingers. Knowing he’d have succumbed to his change long before had he possessed the means to grasp his member; John focussed on the exit, he focussed on trying to escape. 

His tail writhed in the air as he pushed forwards with his feet, his swelling dirty asshole was now exposed to the pub, and the men around him continued to laugh and taunt the terrified changing human. But despite the humiliating taunts, John kept moving, he kept pushing forwards towards the bar of the pub, seeing the corridor to the left that led to the exit. He was so close, he thought if he made it outside, that he’d be normal again, that he’d fall in a puddle and realise he’d gotten a bit too drunk.

“Oh bollocks, he’s gonna make it past the bar! Ere’ hold me beer lads” Andy said as he got up from the seat he’d been comfortably sitting in. He realised that John was actually making progress towards the door, and he’d loose the money he’d gained from Conner to Markus if he made it out the door. John felt like he was getting so close, his tail flicked in the air with excitement as he pushed his way towards the door. His hooved forelegs made it very difficult to walk however, which was only made worse when he felt something press against one of his hooves  John felt something against one of his hooves; a foot!

“NOOOOAWWW!!” John screamed as he fell flat on his face after feeling Andy’s foot come between him, and his goal. He’d purposefully tripped John, and sent him tumbling forwards; flat onto his face. John let out a bray of terror as he fell to the floor, causing his shirt to fall down around his twisting shoulders.

“Haha! Such a clumsy fucking animal! Let’s see if we can’t screw up those hind legs of yours!” Andy laughed before sliding his half full glass of ale across the bar counter, and reaching down to tug on John’s flailing tail. Another unintentional bray left John’s mouth, this time actually enjoying how it felt to have somebody tug his tail upwards, causing his tail hole to throb in anticipation.

“P…pleaaaaHHHHAWWWW!!!! HEEEHHAWWWW!” John pleaded before his throat gave in again, this time producing an even louder and higher pitched bray of bliss, produced from the sensation of Andy’s fingertips gently stroking across John’s swelling balls. Slowly they began to grow and expand within his grip, and Andy taunted the terrified and aroused donkey-to-be by rolling both testicles within his fingers. The brays that left John’s mouth were noises of pleasure, which had now become obvious to everyone in the pub, including Johnathan. He was terrified at how good it all felt, to feel his throbbing balls swelling and expanding within Andy’s gentle grip. A loud snap sounded from John’s hips as he pushed his ass higher in the air, and raised his tail up high, as if he was presenting. The cracking sound came from John’s hips, which began to violently jerk apart as he felt his pelvis painlessly expand. He felt the bones in his forelegs growing longer, whilst his upper legs began to grow shorter.

“Such nice big balls you’ve got Jonny boy!” Andy chuckled as he grabbed the large swelling testicles and the skin began to darken, before tugging back on the matte black ball sack. John shivered at the pleasurable sensations of his balls swelling against the pressure of Andy’s grip, forcing another loud bray of ecstasy to leave his trembling mouth. A distinctive slapping noise began to join the occasional laughter around him, along with John’s brays. A noise produced by the feeling of John’s now rather long fat human cock pulsating with blood, which caused it to gently slap against his fattening belly.

“No need for that Jonny! How about we give you what you really want eh!” Andy chuckled, reaching down and gripped the swelling fat cock, and pressed it against the skin of John’s belly.

“S…STTAWWWWP...PLEEEEHHAWWSE!” John screamed, his voice breaking into uncontrollable brays of bliss as he felt the skin in his cock burning with heat, until he felt the flesh of his belly tingling in a similar fashion. Andy started to stroke and knead John’s throbbing erection against his belly, and knelt down to watch as the mostly cut skin of his shaft, started to slowly meld and merge with his belly. It was like there was superglue slathered between his shaft and gut, and he laughed as the skin also began to shift in colour at the merging of flesh. Fur continued to spread across John’s body, already growing down his legs and around his back, it now began to spread around his swelling belly, towards his merging member. Soft grey fur tingled around the silky black flesh of his new animalistic looking member, and Andy removed his hand with a chuckle, to see that John’s cock had permanently fused with his belly. 

“Awww don’t worry Jonny boy, you’ll have a lotta fun with this bad boy when you’re out in the fields! A nice big donkey dick for you to play with!” Andy said with a grin, taunting John gleefully as he saw sweat dripping down his brow from the heat. He saw that his nostrils had already begun to change too, the skin surrounding them had started to darken and the fur from his ears had worked into the short black hair, and even into his scraggly black beard. 

“Won’t that be nice eh!? You can slap that big fat donkey cock against your fat gut all day, to your heart’s content!” Andy said before he reached under John’s belly again, and this time began to tug on the growing loose black skin that’d begun to form around his swelling human glans. John’s eyes opened up wide at the intently pleasurable feeling of something soft, loose and sensitive being tugged on by a pair of sweaty human fingers. At that point, John couldn’t contain himself, and was unable to stop his pleasurable vocalisations.

“OHH GAAHHHHAWWWD!! AHhh! AHHHH! HAaahhh…HAWWWWWW!” John screamed, his human voice trailing off into blissful brays at the feeling of Andy’s hands still gripping his balls, and tugging on what felt like a highly loose and silky foreskin. In reality, whatever remained small part of his human foreskin that’d remained, had merged with his belly and grown larger, thicker and wider; into a sheath!

“Good donkey! That’s it…see it’s not so bad, Just give in…let it happen!” Andy said as he felt John’s still expanding member slowly begin to slide free of the sagging black donkey sheath that’d once been the skin of his cock. John could feel the head of his prick growing out from his hyper sensitive equine sheath, and a shiver of bliss shot into his loins at the sensation of John’s finger running across the flattening tip.

“AAAHHH…HHAWWWW! Nngggh…Nooo p…pleeaase! I d...don’t wa…aaahhhhhawww! W…wanna be a donkeeeeehhheeee….HHHEEEEHAWWWW!” John moaned, pleading desperately before he felt the uncontrollable ‘hiccup’ of a bray coming loose. Although he hated himself for it, at certain moments; John felt like he was actually willingly letting his brays loose. Along with his braying, the intense feeling of his changing prick sliding free of his new silky black sheath, was proving nigh impossible to resist. He knew he’d loose his mind completely if he gave into those feelings, if he didn’t focus on escaping. John moaned as another loud series of snapping noises sounded from his legs, this time forcing him up onto his tip toes. “Haha looks like he’s not totally cut now, eh lads! HAHA!” Andy taunted as he reached down and gently stroked John’s sheath again, producing yet another series of brays to leave John’s mouth.

“AHHHH! H…Heee…HEEEHAWWW!” John brayed loudly as Andy released his grip upon his now fully changed sheath and round black donkey balls, which had sagged down in a nice loose equine sack between his changing legs. John could feel his anus pushing out even further, his balls tugged upwards as his buttocks began to stretch apart. The muscles that’d once made up his human gluteus maximus, began to relocate; throbbing and pulsating with heat as they grew larger and stronger. He could feel them moving to the sides of his lower torso to form his new furry flanks, while his legs also began to violently shift and alter shape. John’s neck began to twist as he felt the vertebrae within it, and down his entire spinal column; growing larger and stronger. His belly grew fatter and heavier as his feet snapped and popped against the floor, and the same transformation that’d given him the two dirty donkey hooves he rested his upper body upon; began to afflict his feet. The middle toe of both feet began to swell and expand, absorbing all the other digits inside his shifting limb. John brayed in pleasure as he felt both pleasure from his still growing donkey dick, and the ecstatic sensations of his feet creaking within his white socks, as the bones fused and grew longer. He loved how it felt, how the vibrations of the popping joints, the creaking bones and the newly developing sensitive black equine flesh. It was an assault on his senses, and it was too much for his pathetic diminishing mind to comprehend.

Tingling spread across his legs and shoulders as the dirty looking grey fur covered the skin beneath his shirt. John let out a shudder as he felt his ribcage and arms snap towards each other, while his pecks pulled closer together for a posture more suited for four legs. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the room, as all the men around John cheered at the sight of the clothing sundering beneath the strength of his swelling torso. Andy stood up and joined in with the cheering, before taking his mug from the counter to gulp a large swig of his ale. John moaned happily as he pushed against his changing toes, feeling the nail grow into a hoof while the white socks began to stretch down his extending foot. At the same time, he could feel his expanding member growing longer and thicker by the second, while more human flesh blotched into dark sensitive equine skin. With what little strength Johnathan had left in his body, he raised himself up onto his forelegs, and pressed his changing feet against the floor in an attempt to escape. In a cruel act of fate, he would be denied the simple pleasure of progress, as a sharp paid wracked his fat muscular flanks.

“HEYYup! Cummon Jonny boy! Giveus a kick, you’re a stupid donkey after all!” Andy said as he slapped John across his large furry flank, prompting an immediate instinctive response from Johnathan.

“NNAWWWWW HEEEHAWWW!” John screamed before his voice once again trailed off into a bray, this time he sounded more angry than aroused. He pushed against his swelling nails he thrust his back legs towards Andy, braying loudly and resting his weight against his forelegs. Andy dodged backwards as John attempted to kick, forcing another terrified bray from John’s lips as he reached in again to slap his backside. Slapping noises from John’s oozing dick also joined the crescendo of pleasure and pain within the pub, and John’s arousal and fear mixed into one as he thrust his back legs towards Andy, who’d clearly done this routine before. As he kicked, he raised his tail and felt his upper legs snap upwards into his body sharply, his toes pulled inwards while his foot expanded out into a fully functional hind leg. 

Every time John kicked, he felt his face tingling as his nostrils expanded, and more air filled his growing lungs to fuel his large equine organs. More terrified brays left his mouth, which sounded louder and more animalistic than before as his neck snapped forwards, and he could even feel the dirty grey fur spreading down to join the fuzz that grew over his forelegs. Another kick later, and John felt two heavy hooves joining those that tipped his forelegs, and realised he’d only made his condition worse! The new configuration of his limbs, and the terrifying noises around him left little time to learn how to walk, and using instinct; John began to slowly pad forwards.

“NNNggg...AAWWWW HEEEHAWWW!” John brayed, his eyes widened in shock as he realised he found it near impossible to actually speak anymore, instead it felt like his larynx only produced loud obnoxious equine braying. John’s swelling belly expanded out, the grey fur spread all the way down to his lightly coloured hooves, and across his belly and around his growing neck. His nostrils widened again, and this time he felt his face popping rather loudly as his neck grew even longer, and his attempts to speak became even more pointless as another loud bray of aroused fear left his maw. Muscle and fat rippled beneath his thick equine neck, as more and more fur spread up towards his cheeks, and began to grow into his hair. The once short black strands of human hair grew thicker, longer and coarser than before. John made his way up a step towards the exit, and relied on not thinking about using his new legs. However he found it harder and harder to think about anything with every moment that’d passed, and Johnathan found it almost impossible to think of anything to say apart from his loud braying. Drool dripped from his sagging lower lips, his eyes seemed drowsy and uncoordinated as more and more of his human mind faded.

John’s eyes remained drooped and dumb as he felt his needy cock dripping precum onto the floor below. In fact he’d become so aroused, a fair amount of clear precum began oozing from his throbbing equine prick and started to stain the carpet below his fat furry belly.
 
“Heeehaaaaaaawww!” John brayed loudly as he began to lose his thoughts again to the bestial pleasure of his body, and the landlady looked over and saw the mess John was making.

“Fucking hell lads! Get that stupid animal outta here, he’s making a mess of my fuckin’ carpet!” The lady screamed, as she threw a towel at John, which didn’t stop his cock from dribbling onto the floor and producing a nice little trail across the fabric. Even his heavy hooves had left dent marks in the carpet as he brayed again, this time feeling even more bones cracking in his neck, producing louder and more bestial moans of pleasure.

“FUCK! You stupid fucking jackass! I had a tenner riding on you!” Andy shouted loudly as he watched John make it past the bar until he made it to the corridor, which of course meant that Markus kept both his & Conner’s winnings. John looked up as his neck snapped again, and saw the door he’d walked through what felt like hours before. He’d walked through that door on two legs, it was a horrifying realisation that’d he’d be leaving on four. Markus stood from where he’d been kneeling before, and casually walked past both Conner and Andy, and placed his ale on the counter.

“Dooooon’t wannnaahhhhhawwww beeehaww…AHHhhh! DonkeeeHEEEHAW!” John brayed loudly as his felt more of the vertebrae in his neck crack and snap into place, his long furry ears were pinned back in fear as he felt his face pushing out. He even felt the hairs in his beard tingling, as the once black fibres shimmered and bleached slightly into the same grey as his furry coat. John used what little human thought he had left, and pushed the door open with his head, and was rewarded with the cold cool air of the outside. He realised that the laughter of the pub had died down, and those inside had actually stopped their taunting to watch John make it outside. His hooves clopped loudly on the cobbled stone sidewalk outside the pub, and his hot flustered breath perspired in the cold air of the night. His furry body steamed up, and he let out a quiet bray of triumph as he clopped forwards onto the road. The noise of the door opening turned John’s attention behind him, and he using his longer neck, he turned his head to see his fat furry belly and tail, along with Markus walking out the pub towards him. John stopped walking as the changes spread into his already partially changed face, moaning at the feeling of need…of release. The more he changed, the harder it was to focus and he just wanted to cum already! Markus leaned down and stroked John’s long furry neck, then reached down and tightly gripped his swelling black donkey member.

“AHHHH….AhhHHAWWWW!” John brayed, his gasps changing to deep guttural grunts that you’d expect to hear from an animal, and Markus hushed him as he squeezed the swelling cock tightly within his hands. He didn’t say a word as he began rubbing his member, stroking the growing black flesh as the flattening glans swelled out into a distinctively equine shape. The last parts of human coloured flesh changed to a silky matte black, causing even more pre cum to ooze from the tip of his long fat jackass prick. 

“HEEEEHAWWW…..HEEEE…HHHAAHHH HAWWW!” John brayed loudly as he felt the last sounds of human groaning leave his throat, replaced forevermore with the grunts and brays of a jackass. Tingling hair grew from the long coarse mane that’d replaced his human hair, and began to spread down his neck into a long punkish mane. Markus stroked John’s neck as he jacked off the needy donkey, and gleefully watched the remainder of John’s human features slowly stretching forwards into a donkey’s snout. John’s eyes remained open as his vision changed, and instead of seeing the bustling trees and the open road before him, he saw Markus’ face to his right, and the dirt track leading away to his left. His eyeballs pushed apart to the sides of his head, as the expanding nasal cavity took dominance of his facial features. His nostrils expanded and sucked an enormous amount of air into his huge equine lungs, while he felt the human lips swell and tingle as more sensitive and precise muscle rippled beneath them. Only brays left the loud jackass maw, and with every loud animalistic vocalisation; John could feel his mind slipping. At first he thought of him losing his testicles, his mind and humanity. Then, as his lips swelled up and his upper lip and nose became one; he began to think of food. He saw images of other handsome donkeys, of fields that were filled with green grass, of mounting another jack to show off his dominance, or be fucked by another jackass like himself. He began to think about the human next to him, and how he enjoyed his touch, how he felt so close to being complete.

John wanted to cum, he wanted to explode all over the pavement, and this human was helping him! As his mind began to transform too, his eyes began to grow larger, and the large brown irises expanded and took dominance over the sclera, until Markus could see no more white in his eyes. His pupils changed shape from a circle to a rod, his field of vision expanded, and it was like he’d been looking at his life through a small box; and now he’d been upgraded to widescreen. He was so close, so close to exploding. His face popped loudly as the last of his human skin was coated in a nice thick layer of grey equine fur, his long ears pulled back and he exposed his changing teeth. John felt so happy, so complete and so content in this form. He couldn’t remember how he got here, what his name was, or if he even had a name? All he cared about now was the building sensation of orgasmic bliss within his strong equine loins, and he just wanted to cum! His lips pulled back and he opened his mouth, and let out a long, loud bray.

“HEEEEHAWWWWWWWW!” John brayed loudly at the feeling of his massive equine prostate exploding deep inside his jackass loins. His legs shook as his massive donkey dick pulsated and throbbed within Markus’ grasp, and whatever human remained of John; was ejaculated with an incredible force from the tip of his new black equine dick. The road was coated with the last of John’s human seed, mixed in with the donkey cum his massive balls had been producing, and Markus watched as John’s teeth expanded in his gums. His canine teeth tugged inside his gums while his incisors grew larger and thicker at the front of his mouth, leaving his molars all the way at the back of his long donkey muzzle. Wave after wave of pure equine bliss pounded John’s large equine hindquarters, his eyes closed tightly as he enjoyed how it felt to finally release his pent up animal frustration, along with the last shards of his human self; which had now become his new donkey mind. Markus removed his hand from John’s flopping black donkey dick and shook it against the floor, then wiped off the residual cum against John’s already rather dirty looking grey belly. Patting John’s neck, Markus said “good boy” and stood up to look over his new work animal.

“Y’right boss?” Conner said as he peeked out the pub door, looking at the former human with a slight smile on his face.

“Yeah, get us some rope would ya” Markus replied as he patted John on the back, prompting a quiet little bray from the newly changed donkey. A few moments later, Conner emerged from the pub with a rope and threw it at Markus, who caught it and began tying it in a loose ring around John’s neck. 

“Pour me another would ya Conner, godda take Jonny here to the farm to meet the other jacks. Then I’ll get him out workin’ in the fields when he’s ready” Markus said with a smirk on his face, prompting a nod from Conner. “Rightcha are boss, strong fella, he’ll be a good worker” Conner remarked, before he head back into the pub, with sounds of laughter emanating from within before the door closed.

“Cummon fella, let’s get you to your new home” Markus remarked as he tugged on John’s rope, and the dumb equine simply let out a happy bray, and followed the human. His tail swished happily as his heavy hooves clopped loudly against the tarmac road. His ears perked up, his lips relaxed and his demeanour calm in his stupefied ignorance. 

It would have been a fool to call this donkey ‘John’, since that human no longer exists. In his place there’s a donkey called Jacky, a happy and very horny young jack, who used to have a tendency to hang out with the wrong crowd of people.