Flesh Hypnosis: Pulling the jennet out

(Man into donkey-TG)

“Aah...! Nnnnhhhh...! G-Garcha...”

A moaning shivery voice.

Hard metal. The stretcher bed on which he was laying felt cold against San’s back despite how warm his skin was. He was utterly naked, just your averagely good looking fellow. Several tattoos covered his smooth shaven pale skin, his hair was dyed pink and didn’t match his brown beard.

His belongings were in a pile on the floor.

The only thing that he was wearing at that point that you could have called clothes was the simple looking tin ring that surrounded his penis and balls. The one that the witch had made him put around his sex after he had undressed.

And he had been dumb enough to agree.

His penis was trembling with a timid pre-erection.

He was... was here in part because he had fallen under Madame Garcha’s spell, which meant that his time as a human male had become just a formality at the mercy of pleasure.

From the shadows surrounding the bed came a lip twitch of annoyance.

“Madame Garcha!” said the firm sensual voice.

Finally undressed, the witch stepped into the light. As naked as the guy in the bed, the imposing woman smirked down at the helpless man. Her voluptuously statuesque shape began to walk towards the bed.

Every naked step made San’s cock chill.

He gulped and nodded.

“Madame... Garcha...” he mumbled. “I don’t... Not so sure about... About this anymore... Too... much...”

Garcha chuckled.

“It’s because you prefer a man’s sex than mine.”

It wasn’t a question, but rather an affirmation.

San truly blushed.

“What do you mean?!” he shouted in a voice that sounded too high pitched.

“That you prefer cock rather than pussy, dear.”

He shook his head.

“That’s bollocks! I don’t like dudes!”

The witch shrugged.

“Exerting so much pointless effort in pretending you wouldn’t submit yourself to the largest dick around,” the terrible smirk remained on her lips. “Like a total horny bitch...”

San’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, an image of himself, tied down on the floor, with a ball in his mouth and his arse raised up.

Defenseless.

Ready to use.

He blinked himself out of the fantasy, but didn’t manage to add anything to defend his straightness.

“I... I... I...!”

The predatory creature that was Garcha climbed on top of the bed. Her weight made the metallic legs groan and screech. Despite the tall, wide form she was using at that moment the incarnation of lust that was the madame was still as agile as a ballerina.

She positioned herself squatting on top of San’s chest, her hairy pussy right in front of his face as she leaned forward to pet the guy's pink hair.

“Shhhhhh... Don’t let those thoughts trouble you anymore, little thing. You don’t have to worry any more about pretending to be a man, cause it’s pretty obvious that your future is to be bred.

San’s muscles began to stiffen as his eyes became lost in the swinging of her large pair of thick nippled breasts.

“B-Bred...?” his heart beat hard as he poorly babbled out the next sequence of words. “Like a bitch...?”

It sounded as if he was begging.

The question made Garcha blink, she stopped, pulled away slightly and wondered, remaining nude on top of the guy. She rubbed her chin.

“Hmm...” she cocked her head and with her wickedly glowing eyes inspected San. “No, actually... You are bitchy... Almost surely female... But I don’t think canine is your taste of doom... but what then?”

Inside the man’s skull his brain had raised all the red flags, but instead of that making him get up the only thing it raised was his penis.

“I don’t follow you...”

Madame Garcha chuckled.

“Is it not obvious? I’m going to transform you, dear, into the horny beast that dwells inside your heart.” with a sharp smirk the witch crossed her arms below her plentiful boobs. “I’m gonna change your flesh and your existence until only that truth remains... That will be your future and nothing else.”

San held his breath for a second.

“W-Why...?” he asked.

“That’s obvious too...” she whispered. “Because it’s hot.”

The guy wanted to run away, yet once more his body only nodded, sobbing softly.

Garcha put a knee down onto the bed, her pussy well spread and visible as she raised an eyebrow.

“What indeed if you are not a bitch...” the Madame wondered. “It’s something on all fours... I’m sure of that...”

She pulled her hand back, her big hand with it’s long nails. Without needing to look she grabbed San’s shaved cock. San trembled as his sex was firmly grabbed by that dominant hand.

A shy gasp.

“Gah...!”

Whilst thinking and conjuring Garcha played with his cock as if it was a stress toy, not giving it a second thought. Her hand measured his ballsack while her thumb slid down his phallus until it hit the tin ring.

Blood pumped and a full erection was achieved, yet San felt that his masculinity was so, so small under the witch’s control.

The madame snapped her fingers.

“Ah, yes, hooves!” she exclaimed excitedly. “You are a breeding beast with hooves, I see it... And longs ears, that made me think bunny or hare for a moment, but no, no... No dangling udder neither... Not a cow, or goat, or...”

A pinch of her nails on his foreskin.

“EWEEEEE!” groaned San.

“Not a ewe either my dear, that’s correct... Mare...?”

That rhetorical question made San’s toes curl up, he clenched his fist. A flash crossed his mind... a big equine cock... Cylindrical hot meat that towered over him...

Garcha’s smiling eyes shone.

“Mare?” she repeated, taking more chilly pleasure. “No... That’s too... dignified... Don’t you agree?”

“P-Please...”

“A mare would be too good for you, you aren’t a noble steed, no, no... Nor a zebra nor mule either... Something more fluffy, softer... Ah, yes, do you feel how crazily your cock twitches? You see it too, don’t you?”

“Gaaag... N-No, no please... Don’t...”

The witch’s hand closed around his dick, Garcha leaned forward, her heavy breasts pressed against San’s chest.

“Say it.” she ordered into his ears.

San began to mumble.

“Do... D-do... Donk...”

He was interrupted.

“No, the exact term,” those fingers squeezed his penis. “Dear.”

A tear slid down one of San’s hot cheeks... precum slid down his phallus...

The infinite coldness of that tin ring.

“J-Je...” he mumbled. “Hmmmmph.. JENNET!” he shouted from the depths of his lungs.

That scream, that damning sentencing claim, left him breathing heavily and Garcha’s hand covered in cum. San’s nipples were very hard, his mind spinning with dizzy lust.

Madame Garcha didn’t allow his penis to rest. Holding it firmly she pumped that cock, not letting his meat go flaccid. With her other hand she petted San’s punk hair.

“Yes, yes, indeed, a horny jennet in the meadow, wanting for a jack that can fill her with a foal.

San opened and closed his lips.

“Me... I...” images of extremely erect equine penises were already dancing in front of his eyes as his pupils spun. “Me...?”

“Yes, you, the dumb female donkey, that’s what we need to pull out, dear, so you can sent to a nice farm properly, on which you can live your proper existence.”

“Me...” he repeated again.

Garcha made her move, whilst still masturbating the guy she leaned forward even more. The tall madame’s hairy crotch was now positioned above San’s face.

“W-Wait!” begged the guy. “WAIHMHPPPPPPPPPPH!”

He was interrupted by Garcha’s pussy covering his mouth. She sat over his face, rubbing her meaty vaginal lips against his face.

The musky alluring smell, the warmly suffocating heat, the salty taste...

“Suck dear, suck your mommy!”

“HMPPPPPPPPPPH!”

San did as he was asked, his tongue began to twist and twitch inside those tender moist walls. It was bliss. Garcha nodded, pleased.

“You don’t like the pussy, not as much as the cock.”

“Hmm...! HMM!”

“Having to pretend to be a straight guy... a human! To protect your flimsy ego. Such nonsense. What a stressful existence, when it is so obvious that you are neither of those things.”

The guy’s ears began to tremble.

Garcha’s voice reached his heart.

“Focus on that image... Naked... Down on all fours...”

San’s ears began to stretch, his teeth began to buckle against the witch’s pussy.

“In a meadow, nobody notices it, not the farmers, not the farmhands, nor the other beasts, because that’s where you belong.”

His buttocks clenched and then spread. His anus felt swollen and the end of his spine began to elongate against the table.

“A passive, peaceful creature, waiting to be put to use, on the plow or the breeding shed.”

Brown hairs began to cover his ears as they stretched beyond his head.

Fuzzy fur, donkey fur, right for a pair of donkey ears.

Garcha petted his head, and they lowered as the pleasure reached all the way down to San’s cock. The second time he came way less.

His tongue, having elongated and widened inside her cunt, made Garcha moan in surprise. The happy witch looked for his eyes down there beneath the pubic hairs.

His pleading eyes.

She smiled and winked.

“Let it all out, you dumb donkey!”

The madame raised her crotch up. San gave it a last kiss before he was left panting with his big tongue out. His enlarged nostrils snorted, that tongue licked his soaked lips and large teeth.

San filled his chest with air... and did the only thing he could...

Obey.

“Heeee... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HEEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

Lowering his donkey ears he stretched his neck as he let out the brays. More of his muzzle formed as he shouted like a beast. The building tail slapped the table as it kept growing ever longer and hairier, his flaccid dick shrinking out of Garcha’s grip.

Even his pupils turned equine as he brayed.

Those brays sounded beastly and brutish, almost real already, but not male at all.

Garcha rose up, standing tall over the bed with her hands on her hips and her thighs soaked. Her pussy was shivering as she nodded with satisfaction and proceeded to jump off the table with the grace of a gymnastic ballerina.

She stepped back, leaving enough room for the metamorphosis.

San snorted, shook his head, his tail and ears. Looking down he saw his belly swelling up along with his nipples as well. That pair inflated into what seemed like small breasts as the areola darkened around the thick nipples.

His neck kept getting longer as he inspected his transforming flesh. On the back of his head, along the bottom edge of his pink hair other hairs, dark ones, began to grow following the line of his spine.

“HAAAAAAAAAW! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His nose got blunter and wider. He sat up in the bed and he grabbed the tail from between his legs, it was coated in brown fur and had a dark tuft at the end. San pulled the tail and felt the pull at the end of his spine.

He imagined himself raising that tail to expose his rear to the shadow of a jackass... that frightened him, chills shook his shoulders, but not as a man, but as a jennet in the meadow.

The tail slipped from his fingers and slapped against the table once more.

His eyes widened as he looked at his hands, bones cracking followed the deformation of his fingers. The middle one was growing wider to absurd proportions in comparison with the atrophy of the rest.

On his feet similar changes were occurring.

Hooves.

Donkey hooves.

San’s wrists bent forward, leaving him more helpless and incapable of holding anything with his hands anymore, because he no longer had any.

Garcha clapped as if she was congratulating San for his slow degrading mutation.

“Fantastic, dear, fantastic! Look at those hooves... That belly!” she chuckled. “You are going to be a size queen! Asses are going to go crazy for a piece of your ass in the meadow, I’m certain of that!”

More jackass penises crossed San’s mind.

The inflation of his stomach and the expansion of all his body was reaching inhumane levels. The itching of the fur on his back, the swinging of the tail, feeling the table with his anus or how tiny and cold his cock was under his new acquired weight and the pressure of the ring still surrounding it.

That compilation of confusion and alien sensations brought his mind to one thing.

Feral panic.

“Gar... G-Garrrchaaaaaaaaw...!” he began to mutter. “GARCHAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The man-donkey tried to get up, to escape, to not feel horny from such twisted humiliation. He failed on all those things.

Clumsy and heavy his hooves slid on the metal and he ended up meeting the floor with his arse. The pain in his balls, the popping of bone and muscle.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

More deformed by the second, less and less human, he tried to get up onto his legs, back legs, clopped a couple of times and finally found himself in what was going to be the rest of his life.

Trembling down on all fours.

The fuzzy brown fur quickly extended, from his shoulders, from his hair, from his crotch. It conquered his face, back and ass, quickly covering both his back and front legs. His beard was consumed by it.

Limbs stretched and locked San forever in the realm of the quadrupedal.

“Pleashhhh! PLEAAAAAAAAAHAW!” his skull cracked forward, muzzle and snout ruining any trace of the guy who had come to this place looking for a kinky massage. “GHAWCHAAAAAAA! CHAAAAAAARCHA!”

“You are going to wear my name out... but don’t stop!”

In the front and the back he stretched his legs, letting out a long animalistic bray as he lowered his head and salivated on the floor.

Then he began to jump and kick.

Like an absolute ass.

San hit the stretcher bed with his hindquarters, crashing it against a wall, and kept jumping around. Braying, totally out of control.

Beneath him his dark swollen teats slid down his barreling torso, the curve of his belly being coated in fur and nestled themselves above his crotch.

In size and length he grew, lost in his rampage.

Garcha remained undisturbed by the scene, playing with one of her boobs and rubbing her vagina joyfully.

Neither his braying or his panic attack stopped the changes and finally San had to stop. Panting, exhausted with his tongue out he clopped with his hooves.

The changes seem to have ended, a brown donkey with fuzzy fur and pink hair on top of his head. But one particular and relevant thing remained human.

He felt it with his tail.

On his large donkey ass, under his anus, still squeezed by that tin ring, his cum covered penis remained. Flaccid and trembling. The last stand of his humanity.

That made his heavy assine heart bounce with hope. With his head and heart low he clopped towards the madame.

“Pleeeeeeeeeehawssssh... Pleashhhhhh!”

His attempt at talking didn’t sound at all like a person, but like a beast trying to imitate a man.

Garcha cocked her head.

“Hmm? Please what, dear?

“Bhaaaaaaaawk... Chawnge bhaaaaaaaaak...!”

The witch leaned forward.

“Change back? Why? We haven’t even finished here yet,” her smirk sharpened. “If you are so sure that you don’t want the meadow, why do I see otherwise inside your skull?”

San softly shook his head.

“Pleaaaaaaawsssh!” he begged.

Garcha put a thumb on his furry forehead.

“Let’s see if that’s what you truly desire.”

The nail of that thumb began to glow with darkness and behind the donkey’s head a black vapor formed. San saw it out of the corner of the eye, the larger cloud that quickly became larger than him despite him being as big as a jennet now.

An obscure hot mass, he felt the heat on the tips of the hair on his furry back... and then the weight when it landed on his rear...

In a mere instant the vapor grew not just mass, but form... long ears, a tail, a muzzle... just like his own, but larger... A pair of glowing eyes, two legs on each side of his neck...

San looked down between his legs just in time to see the donkey cock forming.

A jackass made of vapor, a jackass that snorted against the nape of his neck..

A powerful male that was there to put him in his place, his rightful place, a dominant beast that was going to claim his humanity and push him all the way into a female donkey.

The jennet.

He looked back at Garcha with pleading eyes, his hairy lips trembling, he couldn’t find words to express himself, only brays and snorts.

“Heeeeee! Haw! Heeee haw haw!”

Garcha smiled with kindness.

The weight of that ghostly male was too big for him to escape, but San didn’t even attempt it. He clenched his teeth, slid his hooves across the floor to spread his back legs, raised his tail as much as he could... and waited...

His eyelids closed...

In his mind he imagined that powerful barbaric manhood pushed against his willingly pathetic excuse for manliness, squeezing and pressing his penis and scrotum until it was drilled inside his rear and turned into a womb ready to be used.

Finishing the transformation and sealing his fate as jennet.

The powerful male biting her neck, forcing his will to submit as his mind melted into feral pleasures. A leathery cunt being penetrated by a mighty jack’s cock, as he brayed as an absolute female.

Two donkeys having sex, nothing else.

His concept of self, humanity or manhood ravaged by lust.

Just that idea was enough to make his legs wobble, just the anticipation of getting fucked.

So strong was the thought in his mind that even before the male’s cock touched his he came once again, gooing the surrounding fur as he gulped, clopping with impatience.

It would be so good to finally be just a female donkey.

He wanted it right now.

He waited...

And waited...

And waited a bit more…

Until he realised that he had fucked himself up.

Drops fell from his lips and from the cold tip of his cock, yet no thrust happened, no sweet sexual drilling that gave a release to the built up tension in his muscles.

Annoyed just like a mule he opened his eyes, stomped the floor and did his thing.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His brays of frustration were met by Garcha’s laborious spell crafting, the witch was pulling upon the black vapor with her fingers, condensing it between her hands, molding and solidifying it.

Onyx.

“So impatient...” Garcha’s hands spun the vapor into a very recognizable shape.

San gulped, it was a dildo, a long equine looking, donkey looking, dildo, larger than the penis the projectionist of his own lustful desire had created.

“You like it... girl?” the witch asked the donkey, finishing the creation of the sexual toy. “It maybe one of the best I have ever created!” the solid phallus hit the floor, San felt its weight on his hooves. “It makes me want to give it a try,” continued the witch. “But it’s all yours,” the woman and beast shared a glance. “Use it and the ring will break, finishing the bliss of your metamorphosis at the cost of a life in the meadow, or, you can also wait a couple of hours, hold up that-!”

Madame Garcha was interrupted, but that didn’t anger her. San pushed her away. Eager and anxious the jennet moved her rear above the gigantic dildo.

Once more she spread her hindquarters, raised her tail.

Shivering with anticipation.

She stopped for just a moment to consider for the final time.

About stopping, about waiting for the fur to fall and leave that room as a man.

About not giving up on whatever that existentialist label known as humanity was for a moment of pleasure and existence as a lowly beast.

San gave a considerable amount of thought to those dilemmas given the circumstances, but she had already clearly reached her conclusion when her anus closed expecting a jackass to fill her with cum.

“Heee...!” the tail shook. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

With a slam the jennet lowered her large ass onto the dildo.

The remains of the man she had been landed on top of the sturdy round head of the cock.

“HEEEEEEEEEH! HEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

Garcha chuckled.

“Nobody said it was going to be easy, jenny.”

San’s hooves tapped the floor as she rubbed her rear over the dildo, biting her hairy lips. The frustration of the humiliation of having to push herself to get what she wanted, conceding that she was a barn slut, a jackass’ cocksock, a foal mommy.

Having to put effort into her own hedonistic denigration.

“HAW! HAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEE HAW!”

Her mind twisted with need. She wanted it more than anything.

Under the bulk of her ass her cock spit out a bit of cum, the tin ring began to crack.

Her ass was raised and slammed down again.

“HEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

The ring broke in two, the shiver of transformation shook her spine for one last time.

This time when she hit the phallus with her crotch her flesh gave up and was penetrated. That thick round tip of the cock was inside her, squeezing both her tiny penis and ballsack.

Garcha had seen it many times, the expression of sexual joy in a beast, it never got old to her.

Braying and snorting San kept slamming her sex against the dildo. Every time the toy slipped deeper, morphing that area from a human male to a female donkey vulva.

Skin became leathery black, balls were sucked up into ready to use ovaries, that small dick turn into a clitoris. The pleasant sensations of her tender inner flesh, spreading and molding around the cock.

It was satisfactory, good beyond rationality, but it made her crave for more.

The slippery moist friction grew faster as her vagina formed fully, finishing the transformation, but not her horny desires. An utter rejection of dignity and humanity for something that felt better. Her cunt warped around the dildo, wishing it was a real jackass’ cock.

“Heee haw! Heee haw! Heee haw! HEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAW!”

With a final powerful slam the jennet slid the dildo all the way in until her butt touched the floor. In orgasm she twitched, leaning her head back with a long grunt of pleasure.

Embracing and becoming lost in every inch of that new form that felt just like home.

When the female opened her eyes, there was no longer any trace or notion of the man in the shine of those vertical pupils, only the female donkey remained. Big, sturdy, long ears, a hairy tail, fuzzy fur and pink hair on top of her head.

Happy and dumb, the beast rose up, crossing two pairs of knees as the dildo slid out of her pussy and splashed soaking, down onto the floor. Garcha approached her, she didn’t fear the naked witch and let her pet the pink hair between her ears.

“They are going to love you on the farm as much as you are going to love it back,” the madame told her with a soothing voice.

The jennet couldn’t agree more.