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(woman to donkey transformation)

“Oh, wow! Wow, wow, wow! What is in this booze? I’ve never tasted anything so perfect! I want a glass of this stuff to be the last beer I ever drink!” Becky exclaimed, as the warm, fuzzy feeling of the enchanted ale took hold of her. The vacationing girl looked appreciatively at her glass, not for a moment suspecting how much of a deleterious effect the alcohol would have on her frivolous, idle life.

Hidden around the corner, the Coachman smirked evilly. “Oh, you sweet summer child... you’ll get your wish,” he whispered, looking forward to the silly girl and her drunk friends becoming the hardworking asses they were destined to be. Once she had finished her metamorphosis into a shaggy grey donkey, Becky was slated to become the property of a sketchy Romanian salt mine, where she would labor hard every day for the rest of her presumably short, miserable life. But the Coachman didn’t care. Those Romanians had prepaid handsomely, and besides, he always enjoyed watching a girl as pretty as Becky helplessly turn into a braying, smelly ass…

Blissfully unaware of what tomorrow had in store for her, Becky drank down her glass, and called for another. The donkey-in-training smiled and laughed at a friend’s joke, revealing her larger teeth, and her new, unnoticed tail wiggled around behind her. It was inevitable now. But she would be far more useful as a beast of burden than she ever had been as a vapid girl.

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Description
(woman to donkey transformation)

“Oh, wow! Wow, wow, wow! What is in this booze? I’ve never tasted anything so perfect! I want a glass of this stuff to be the last beer I ever drink!” Becky exclaimed, as the warm, fuzzy feeling of the enchanted ale took hold of her. The vacationing girl looked appreciatively at her glass, not for a moment suspecting how much of a deleterious effect the alcohol would have on her frivolous, idle life.

Hidden around the corner, the Coachman smirked evilly. “Oh, you sweet summer child... you’ll get your wish,” he whispered, looking forward to the silly girl and her drunk friends becoming the hardworking asses they were destined to be. Once she had finished her metamorphosis into a shaggy grey donkey, Becky was slated to become the property of a sketchy Romanian salt mine, where she would labor hard every day for the rest of her presumably short, miserable life. But the Coachman didn’t care. Those Romanians had prepaid handsomely, and besides, he always enjoyed watching a girl as pretty as Becky helplessly turn into a braying, smelly ass…

Blissfully unaware of what tomorrow had in store for her, Becky drank down her glass, and called for another. The donkey-in-training smiled and laughed at a friend’s joke, revealing her larger teeth, and her new, unnoticed tail wiggled around behind her. It was inevitable now. But she would be far more useful as a beast of burden than she ever had been as a vapid girl.

Continued by: www.deviantart.com/digitalcirc…

Stock image used available from Depositphotos at depositphotos.com/297079551/st…