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Desire was relieved to see how nice the weather was for her weekly Sunday bike ride. After a long week at work, a rainy Saturday spent doing errands, and a boring night in, she was itching to stretch her legs with some fresh air in her lungs. The countryside fifteen mile route was the perfect pastoral escape from her hectic life, in addition to being a great workout.

The first ten miles the thirty-nine year old woman would push herself. For the last ten months Desire used those miles to burn off a growing frustration and angst with her less than satisfying life. That Sunday more than most she needed it.

Working off all those worries kept the single woman in great shape with a nice natural tan to her firm, olive skin. Desire was five foot six, black hair with highlights, brown eyes, quite attractive, and with ample curves. With the woman’s naturally large, perky ass and thick thighs benefiting greatly from so much exertion. In her matching tight black biking shorts and tank-top, sunglasses, ponytail, and helmet Desire looked especially good. If only that did anything for her mood.

One unbroken highpoint Desire had every week were those last five miles of the bike ride. Not just because it was mostly downhill and she could coast on a day like that day, when the wind was at her back. This section was where Desire passed the most idyllic and quaint farms and pastures she’d ever seen. The whole area was a nice little escape the woman took her time passing through.

It was almost nine in the morning as Desire rode through and she was giddy to see all the animals out enjoying the weather. She would wave to the cows, sheep, goats, horses, and donkeys as she passed. Some knew her well and would wait for the woman to come by to moo, whiny, or bray at. A few horses kept pace with her as she paced their fences. They wanted her to race but Desire didn’t have it in her that day.

Coming into the final mile of the bike ride took Desire by her favorite farm of them all. By far the smallest of the ones on the road by acreage, the lovely little farm made it up for in charm. It was the farm most dotted with trees, covered in large, lovingly tended gardens, the most friendly, cute animals she knew by name, and a well-stocked roadside stand.

Desire was also on friendly terms with the farm's courteous owner, Janelle, from having stopped at her stand on enough bike rides for something to eat or drink. The woman was around Desire’s age, tall, thin, with long, black hair often styled despite the early hour and her rugged work. Janelle was an accomplished farmer, belly dancer, chef, landscaper, award winning animal trainer, and bareback rider. She was a creature of habit like Desire, and was out stocking her stall that morning like always in a yellow sundress and muddy rubber boots. With Janelle was her dog Emmy and loyal donkey Kingston. That later braying when he saw Desire approach and pull over.

“Good morning!” Desire greeted as she dismounted and removed her helmet.

“And good morning to you. It’s our friend Desire, guys,” Janelle warmly welcomed as she stacked ears of corn.

Emmy barked and sat waiting for her pets. While the donkey could not, chuffing, wagging his tail, and trotting over to Desire with teeth bared in a grin.

“Heya big guy! Always nice to see you,” Desire said affectionately as she rubbed Kingston’s gray-brown furred face. He was large enough so that the two were at the same level. Also stocky, with a well brushed coat and ashy mane, brown eyes flecked with blue, hand braided tail, and ponderously well endowed- even by equine standards. Kingston’s aroma of musk, hay, and manure Desire was well accustomed to. “Such a handsome face. Have you been a good boy this last week?”

“Mostly. He did eat a whole crate of cherries I was going to make into jam. Didn’t you, Kingsy?” Janelle jokingly asked the jack.

Kingston’s ears drooped bashfully.

“Awww, Kingston! The whole crate? Aren’t you sweet enough as you are?” smiled Desire, playfully nuzzling her nose to the jack’s. Then walked the rest of the way to Janelle with Kingston close behind trying to lick at her sweaty bare arms. Desire was used to the jack’s polite licking of her salty skin. As well as being too tired to bother. “Everything looks great, as usual. Sales are still up?” she asked the farmer.

“They are, thank you. Wish I could sell more of my soaps and candles. Summer may not be the season for it,” reasoned Janelle as she finished stacking and faced one of her best customers. “You’re looking rather flushed, Desire. Another rough week?” she inquired thoughtfully, who for the last ten months of bike stops had been a tender ear to the cyclist’s displeasure towards work, love life, friends, and most everything in between.

“Feels more like a rough month. Or year. Ugh. But I guess this week was a real spanking. Not the fun kind either,” Desire joked to mask her doleful mood. “Everyone is calling, wanting things done yesterday when the work order came in that day. Higher ups are not listening to me about streamlining their order process or- I’m sorry, I won’t get too into the weeds with it. Just more shit on top of shit and I’ve about had it, honestly. If I could give up everything and go live on some island or in a forest cottage hundreds of miles from civilization I would. In a heartbeat,” sighed Desire.

“You know I don’t mind the weeds and picking through them with you. Tell me more while I get your usual variety bag going,” Janelle encouraged Desire. “It’ll do you good to get it off your chest.”

“There you go, seeing right through me again,” Desire remarked fondly to the farmer. “If you really wanna hear more…”

Desire went day-by-day through her especially crummy week while Janelle listened and packed Desire’s usual assortment of vegetables and other items. She worked as a managing coordinator for a food vendor mostly serving higher end restaurants or specialty grocery stores. Days were split on the road or working from home dealing with one problem or another caused by things out of her control. The insanity might have been tolerable if Desire retained any passion for the business or interest in progressing her career. The money and benefits were good so she stayed around. And that was only part of it.

Friends and family had been distant the last year and Desire has been lonely more often than not. She never had trouble pulling in suitors with her looks and ability to flaunt it. But the quality of men had only gotten worse as of late in Desire’s opinion. Most guys were scumbags or shallow assholes that never got beyond a first date. The ones she chose to sleep with weren’t usually reliable or good for much else. It added to Desire’s overall lack of fulfillment in her life or its direction.

All had the common themes that Janelle had heard expressed from the middle aged woman time and time again for months. It’s what spurred her to finally place a little something extra in Desire’s order that day, made using some of her other skills. Namely alchemy and witchcraft.

Desire’s rant kept going for thirty minutes. Fifteen minutes longer than it took Janelle to pack and wrap the woman’s order. That included a half-pint of lemonade that the cycler downed between complaints. Janelle finished getting the stall ready while listening with a sublime expression. Each time she glanced away from her work she saw how kindly she treated Kingston, and how fond of her he was. Desire didn’t mind the jack licking her or sniffing her butt. And when Desire sat down on a crate to rest her legs, Kingston laid down next to her. Affirming Janelle’s decision to quietly intervene in Desire’s life all the more.

“Just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing the same thing over and over and over and get nothing but stress for it,” Desire groaned at the end of her diatribe. She took a deep breath of the country air mixed with Kingston’s musk and exhaled deeply. “I feel a little better now. Thanks for letting me ramble. Again. How much do I owe you?” she asked, sounding calmer.

“The usual,” Janelle replied. As she watched Desire fish the sweaty bills from her sports bra to give to her, she offhandedly mentioned her magical addition to the bag. “I threw something in there just for you, no charge. A new organic smoothie I made with a few special ingredients. Admittedly the color of it is sort of, well, gray. But I’m more interested to hear what you think about the taste.”

“I’ll never say no to a free sample. What’s the flavor? Does it taste better than your lemonade that I’m addicted to?” she asked with a smirk, taking her bag.

“I wouldn’t set the bar that high. The flavor is earthier, with carrots, greens, and a few more fun things tossed into the mix. You can tell me what you think next time I see you, yeah?”

“Sure. Assuming this week doesn’t drive me insane I’ll be back around next Sunday to give you my review.” Desire secured her bag to a storage rack on the back of the bike and then got her gear back on. Janelle trotted over with Kingston and Emmy to see their customer off. “I do have to remind you, Janelle, that I’m not the biggest fan of carrots. Is this new one super… carroty?” she asked somewhat sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t say super but it’s one of the flavors. Who knows? Maybe this’ll be the drink that turns you on to carrots,” suggested Janelle.

“Not likely. Love the optimism though, Janelle. Wish I could think like that,” Desire sighed as she clipped on her helmet.

“It’s just a matter of perspective, dear. We’ll talk more about it next time. You ride safe!” Janelle told Desire as the cyclist departed.

“You have a great week too, J! Bye Emmy! Be good, Kingston!” As Desire pulled away she turned and waved back. Catching the unflattering sight of the donkey relieving himself alongside an unaware Janelle and happily Emmy barking goodbye. “Not sure what I want more: Janelle’s optimism or Kingston give no fucks attitude about anything. If I had both I wouldn’t be dreading going into work tomorrow,” Desire muttered to herself as shifted gears and got up to speed.

It was a short ride back to where Desire parked her car, packed up her bike, grocery bag, and then headed back to her apartment on the outskirts of the city. Located in a nicer neighborhood with reserved garage parking was a godsend for mornings like this. The combination of her sweat and lingering Kingston aroma left Desire reeking like an exhausted donkey. Her spot was just a few steps from the express elevator that dropped her right outside the door to her second floor two bedroom retreat from the world.

The normally neat Desire had let some things slip over the last few months when it came to the nicely decorated and furnished apartment, which she lived in alone. Bags and baskets of clean but unfolded laundry took up a lot of the space in her living room and bedroom. Her guest room had become storage for the many projects or side gigs Desire gave a try but lost interest in. All the mess bothered Desire but she never had the energy after her long days to do anything but fucking around on her phone in bed and watch reruns in bed. Her kitchen and her bathroom were the only places she kept routinely clean and free of clutter.

Desire headed into the kitchen after taking off her biking gear and set down the bag of groceries. She put a large glass in the sink and left it to fill while she stripped off her bra. Immediately lifting her spirits to let her sweaty D cups free. After that were her biking shorts and socks. Leaving Desire in just a loose tank-top and a black cotton thong to drink down that tall glass of water in one long chug. Then she got to work unpacking and putting away her fresh produce from Janelle.

As she went through her normal assortment of celery, apples, peaches, asparagus, lettuce, potatoes, carton of eggs, milk, lemonade, and a small quart bottle of grainy, gray liquid. Desire had to turn it over to find the label Janelle had hand written just for her. ‘For Desire, A Special Blend inspired by Kingston’.

“Inspired by Kingston, huh? I guess it's because of the color? Hopefully not the smell,” joked Desire as she unscrewed the cap for whiff. Her face soured slightly at the mix of carrot, mud, oat, honeysuckle, and a hint of Kingston’s backside. “Whew, that smells almost like Kingston’s stall. Not sure if congratulations are in order or if Janelle just made this from whatever she found in his stall. Yuck,” she grimaced. Desire debated trying the drink at all before settling to try it now and be done with it. While she was thirsty and in a good mood. “Bottoms up, Janelle.”

The first sip Desire took was twice as foul as she predicted. She washed the taste out of her mouth with another glass of water and had half a mind to pour the rest down the drain. Yet as she held the glass again and smelled it, Desire found the stink not quite so pungent. For her friend the farmer's sake she tried a second sip. The flavor didn’t assault the woman’s senses so much and the freshness of the vegetables came through this time. Desire needed another sip of water to clear her mouth before a third, longer sip that boarded on tasty. Then the next thing Desire knew she’d drank the whole thing.

“Didn’t start too well but damn if I don’t want more right now. Janelle will be so happy when I tell her. Finally something to look forward to,” Desire remarked dimly while smacking her lips.

With the produce put away and her thirst satisfied, Desire headed to the master bathroom for a nice, long, hot shower. Even after taking off her clothes that donkey stink hung on her she noticed. An especially long shower left Desire refreshed and clean. She got dressed in some loose stretch pants, shirt, and had every intention of having a well deserved lazy Sunday. Not that she didn’t do some laundry, vacuum, dust, take trash out, and remember to pay her electric bill all before flopping into bed with a bowl of mac’n’cheese and a hankering to watch old cooking shows.

The whole time Desire was doing chores smelled a faint, ever present aroma of donkey. She’d watched herself, all the clothes, and put the sample quart glass in the dishwasher to get rid of all the likely sources. Getting into bed, Desire sniffed and sure enough the stink was there.

“Guess I didn’t scrub hard enough,” wagered Desire with a shrug.

Ignoring the stink, she got on with enjoying doing absolutely nothing productive for the rest of the day. She’d get up to use the bathroom, make herself a few salads, drank a lot of water, and ignored her work phone that buzzed every few minutes. The evening brought no change to the residual donkey aroma around Desire but it did see her loins heat up with a lustful need. One that her fingers, vibrators, dildos, and imagination readily tended to right there in bed.

Desire’s day ended with her falling asleep a couple hours from midnight following a particularly draining orgasm. As she slept, the donkey funk wafting off her strengthened slightly. Breathing that in triggered dreams for Desire that brought her back to those countryside farms and the friendly farm animals. She found herself as one, a donkey, frequently and grew comfortable in her imagination. Perhaps causing her to drool, chew her pillow, kick her legs, and on several occasions farted. Little wonder why when Desire’s alarm went off at quarter to six in the morning she almost gagged at the stink in her room.

She headed to the bathroom and tried to clean herself up to be suitable to work from home that day. Desire would be on camera or on the phone most of the time so she put effort into her looks like she always did. Extra perfume and deodorant helped with the smell while some pills were for the gassiness she was experiencing. She cooked herself up a large bowl of oatmeal and an extra large smoothie of veggies, her coffee, and then sat down at her desk. Ready as she was going to be for the day ahead.

The expected chaos came in spades from customers, upper management, suppliers, and just about anyone angry with Desire’s number. She spent the day putting out fires, setting things to right, and getting things down to a manageable level of insanity by five when she was done for the day.

In all her hustle Desire grew accustomed to the donkey stink that overpowered her attempts to cover it up by noon. Moreover she ate through her whole kitchen’s worth of produce, oats, and dry pasta. The flatulence she was able to keep under control mostly. The same couldn't be said for her libido. Desire used her lunch and break periods to masturbate. Trying to satisfy her nearly always throbbing clit.

Before the work day was out Desire was dipping into her dating apps and contacts for something that could better satisfy her. Desire put a lot of irons into the fire and lined up a few prospective dudes that might do the trick in the coming days. She considered seeing a guy that night but was too tired from her long work day/frequent masturbation to be social anymore.

Desire may have been too tired for company but that didn’t stop her lusting for some. The men texting her were the first to come to mind but a kinkier idea arose that made her think more of a different beau. A short internet search, a credit card, and a newly unbridled kink was all it took for Desire to order gray, silicone, equine dildo. To arrive by Saturday at the latest. She picked the one that looked most like the one she’d seen Kingston sport. Typically after rubbing against Desire or if was left to sniff her butt for too long.

The pleasant thought of what she could do with that dildo caused Desire to once again fall asleep after multiple wet orgasms in bed. Surrounded by empty salad bowls- orders that were heavy on the greens, carrots, and tomatoes- and donkey stink.

By Tuesday Desire had developed a degree of nose blindness towards the donkey fragrance she exuded. She was satisfied with her usual application of perfume and deodorant. It merely dented the smell. It was good enough for Desire when she left around 6 AM for the forty minute commute to her office. The smell stuck in her car and followed her into her office located at their primary distribution hub.

Throughout the day people would comment about the strange smell in and around the office area. No one suspected that Desire, a woman who always took care of her appearance, was the source of the ‘barnyard stank’. Aptly named by one of the truck drivers passing through the.

On her lunch Desire headed to the nearest grocery store and picked up a cart full of lettuce, kale, spinach, cucumbers, lots of carrots, and more rolled oats. She spent the rest of her break in her car, eating carrots, stinking up the car with her body odor and flatulence on her phone. That’s because Desire was setting herself up for dinner and fuck that night with a guy she’d seen before. Hank was one of the better ones in bed that got back to her call for a little action. Then spent the rest of her work day horny texting him and nibbling from the bushel of carrots under her desk.

The end of the workday and Desire left as soon as she could. She had to force herself to take a shower and put on makeup unlike usual when preparing for a date. Desire did it all and made another effort to cover the stink she was barely aware of anymore. A miniskirt, halter top, heels, and bra would ensure that Hank got the idea she was more interested in dessert than dinner.

She drove to meet Hank at a steak place he liked. Desire ordered their biggest salad and Hank had never eaten a steak faster. The waitresses and busboy were happy to see the pair go. Hank might have been too horny himself to care about Desire’s distinctive donkey-like aroma but everyone else wondered if the woman had rode in on a manure cart.

Back at Hank’s place he thought the similar as they fucked fast, hard, and frequent for the rest of the night. Desire’s bestial lust was a match for the animalistic stink that wafted off her the more she sweat. It was hard for him to breathe with a straight face but it was well worth it for passionate sex. A lot of the night was spent with her ass in his face and mouth around his cock. Hank was drained and sleepy by nine while Desire was trying to coax another round out. If a loud, putrid fart didn’t slip out of the woman’s backside that may have happened.

Desire left embarrassed and still horny. That there was anything wrong with her beyond Kingston’s enduring stink didn’t quite register with the woman. She’d had one night stands, including unsatisfying ones, lots of times in the past. The gas was likely just her change in diet, which itself Desire figured was just what her body was in the mood for. But she'd never farted around guys in general, and definitely not during sex. So she chalked it up to a freak occurrence, blocked Hank’s number over facing him again, and spent the rest of the night masturbating herself to sleep.

Come Wednesday morning Desire was not waking so quickly anymore. Prying herself from the stinky warmth of her bed and forgoing her usual prep, Desire got herself to work. She arrived fifteen minutes late in a loose fitting t-shirt with the company’s logo, black nylon shorts, and sandals. A far more relaxed dress than she ever did before. Desire might have gotten in trouble if there were any meeting scheduled. It being inventory day meant her attire was fine.

Suspicions that Desire was the reason the office, shipping floor, freezers, backdooms, and every place in between stunk like a stable in summer time. Her higher position in the company and friendly behavior made it impossible for anyone that day to speak up about it. Or they were one of the men who got an unexpected (but not unwanted) facefull of Desire’s ass during the day.

If a guy was kneeling down to tie a shoe or pick up a case they’d smell manure and then stand up into Desire’s derriere. She was barely aware of what she was doing herself. Desire was addled by her unsatisfied lusts and found herself reverting to a baser instinct of trying to get a male to notice her need. Sometimes she could catch them bending down for something while other times she’d drop something on purpose to lure them in. The guy would apologize, she would apologize, and he would walk away stinking with a stiffy.

So Desire went into her date that night desperate that the man could deliver. The man, Alfie, was a guy that had been trying to get into Desire’s pants for months. She picked him on the basis of having the biggest dick of the many unrequested pictures she often gets. The original plan for dinner, a movie, and then back to her place turned into inviting him over for a movie and sex. By the time she was eating her large dinner of carrots, oats, and greens Desire was blunt about just wanting to be fucked senseless. He accepted the offer gladly.

The man arrived a little after eight. Desire answered wearing just a thong, a tank top, and hungry eyes. Alfie couldn’t believe his luck as he pulled into a sloppy wet kiss. Wasn’t until he wasn’t inside and the door shut that the stink of Desire and her place hit. She still blamed her encounter with Kingston and neighbors while making out and tearing the man’s clothes off. It was explanation enough for Alfie who was just happy to fuck a long time crush.

During first and second round in Desire’s bed, she only let Alfie fuck her while all fours after copious eating out of her ass. Alfie was too horny to mind the fact the stink of manure and farm animals was definitely coming from Desire. The sweatier Desire got the stronger the stink. Her farting without thought and the smell wafting in from the bathroom from Desire’s frequent trips became a foulness that Alfie couldn’t stand. So he made up something about a meeting in the morning and saw himself out before the clock struck ten.

Even if Alfie had stayed there was no chance of Desire’s deepened desires would have been sated. A big cock and high libido weren’t satisfying. Nor his lackluster tongue work. Desire spent the rest of the night nibbling carrots in bed, masturbating, texting other guys, and telling herself the stink wasn’t that bad.

Desire woke up Thursday not feeling her usual self. She admitted to herself the smell was bad, that she was hornier than usual, and that she was passing something close to manure. Her anxiety was also higher than usual. Displeasure with her life and career returned to dog her in addition to newly grown dislike with her enclosed apartment. the causes along with a strange dislike for the enclosed feeling of her apartment. So Desire called off from work citing not feeling well. There would be complaints from customers but Desire wasn’t in the mood to care anymore.

Thursday was spent taking walks outside, eating, plunging her constantly stuck toilets, and weeding through her contacts for a man that could at least take care of one thing annoying her. Desire would need a guy that wouldn’t mind her messier state or gassiness. That led her to an old friend with benefits, Winston, that she knew had a thing for women who didn’t bathe. He’d been one of the many that replied when she reached out days ago and it wasn’t very hard to convince him to come over that evening.

True to his word to be ‘down for anything’, Winston didn’t mind having a beautiful, curvy woman’s stinking ass in his face. He did everything she asked and never complained during the five hours he spent over. That said, he also left her no more relieved of her need for sexual gratification. Insisting that her fuck her like an animal’ and imagining herself in the role of willing breeder were the only things that even got her off that night. Never enough to have her aching for more. More than Hank, Alfie, or agreeable Winson could ever give.

Things weren’t all bad. Desire saw that her dildo was due to be delivered in the early morning the next day. She went to sleep that night wishing she had the freedom to use her new dildo outside where she felt more comfortable.

Friday started with Desire calling her supervisor to get a work from home day. She also didn’t have to come in until a meeting at noon that Desire could attend remotely but had to make an effort to look nice. After checking to see if the delivery was expected in a couple hours, Desire changed into nothing but a black sports bra, black spandex short shorts, and her silver running shoes for a short drive to a large forested park nearby to her apartment. Their secluded running paths were just the thing Desire needed that day.

Just as Desire had suspected, once she was running out in nature most of her concerns melted away. It was cooler that morning, cloudy, with a damp fog that kept all but a few devoted dog walkers and runners from passing on her five mile jog. Desire’s many stresses about work, life, obligations, and even most of her arousal faded to the background while she stretched her legs and breathed deep.

She ran blissfully along for a mile when Desire realized she wasn’t running anymore. The woman had veered off and was on all fours, grazing on a patch of long grass when her wits returned. Wiping the grass off her lips didn’t keep the oddly pleasant taste of grass lingering in her mouth. Not a quarter mile later and Desire pulls off again. This time into some trees and bushes with a need to relieve herself. Barely getting her shorts down to her knees before returning to all fours. Where she proceeded to empty her bowels with a satisfied series of grunts.

The rest of Desire’s jog she had to stop herself grazing or stopping at a puddle to drink. Having such odd urges kept her from completely zoning out like the first time. One dog barked at her, spooking the woman’s briefly, while the few canines were happy to just sniff her. Her stink was up their alley but had their owners sour faced and eager to pull their dog away from the stink.

Before leaving, Desire snuck into a thicket of trees to relieve herself of more manure. Preferring that to the available public toilets that she knew were there. Then it was a race home once the alert her package had been delivered to her front door.

The box was large and in a discreet box that Desire tore open when she got inside. Her horniness had returned in full force on the way home. Seeing the massive dildo spring straight in all its equine glory in her hands got Desire so turned on that she dropped to her hands and knees right in her living room to try it out. A minute of failed attempts for her to remember to take her shorts off and Desire could really get to work on herself.

“Awww, yeeeaaahhhhAW! That’s the spot,” Desire moaned as she forced the tip into her pussy. Her voice cracked briefly with a partial bray that the woman barely registered. Desire’s eyes fluttered shut and she imagined herself a proper jenny getting railed by a studly jack.

That’s all it took for Desire to orgasmsing. And she wouldn’t stop until a quivering, twitching, smelly, stupidly grinning mess on her living room floor. For the first time since her arousal had gotten going Sunday night the woman knew some satisfaction. None of the men she knew were equipped like they needed to be, she came to understand. Not their fault they weren’t hung like a horse. Or a donkey.

With her mind clearing somewhat with her carnal needs quenched, Desire again saw her changed behavior, prevailing odor, and other changes in a better light. She got to her feet and lumbered to the kitchen in just her sports bra trying to piece together what was happening to her. It did occur, however unlikely it was, that she could be cursed in some way. But it wasn’t as likely as menopause or her period being extra wonky this month, or many other natural causes. It would take more for the woman snacking on two carrots at once- one in either hand.

Under Desire’s skin a subtle, painless pricking bubbled up around her ears, lower back, and ass. Too subtly stick out from the rest of her body’s unrest. The magic that had been slowly burning in her since she drank Janelle’s concoction spiked following Desire’s best orgasms in at least a decade with her new favorite sex toy in all the world. It steadily grew to a warm, wriggling numbness from marrow to flesh. A transformation was looming while Desire scratched and pondered a doctor’s appointment.

As she was about to ask herself what kind of doctor she would even contact for her symptoms, Desire saw the time on her microwave. She spat out unswallowed carrots and gasped, “Thirty minutes to noon already? Shit! They get one look at me and they’ll think I crawled out of a stall!”

In fifteen minutes Desire got herself washed up, dressed, and a basic makeup look on effortlessly. The whole time trying to mentally prepare for the fires she’d have to put out. Never thinking much about the itching at her tailbone or the dull ache in her ears. She scratched her ass and had her hair covering her ears with a hairband but kept on getting ready like nothing was wrong. Desire had on white, short-sleeved top with enough buttons undone to show off her tits in their push up bra. Since she was only on camera, she had on tight black nylon-cotton pants that were all for comfort. Same reason she had on an old pair of panties and bare feet.

Desire was setting up her laptop at the kitchen table with thirteen minutes to spare. She sat down and as the laptop booted caught her reflection on the blank screen. “Whoops. Left my hair band on,” Desire remarked as she tugged it off. Allowing elongated, pointed, curly edged, dark skinned ears to pop out of her hair. They hadn’t stopped wobbling before Desire bolted up out of her chair, wide-eyed and confused. “What the heck is wrong with my ears?” she shouted while grasping wildly at her head.

She ran to her master bedroom, flicked on the light, and was astonished to see her ears changing. Desire turned her head side to side and ran her fingers along the edges to be sure she wasn’t hallucinating. But her ears really were changing. The very flesh and cartilage being painlessly resculpted into prominent equine ears. She hadn’t found the words for the first shock when the dull throbbing at the base of her spine jolted her around.

There in the tightness of the seat of her pants an elongating tail pushed it way down her ass crack. Desire felt the sweaty new appendage growing and couldn’t believe it. She was reaching to confirm she was actually growing a tail when the thing stiffened up and ripped itself a hole. So she could put her hands on graying, ropey flesh of what was really her own tail.

“A… tail? It feels so- eeEEEE-HAW!?” the woman’s voice cracked into a bray as she tugged the still growing length.

The swelling dullness had spread into her waistline and ass to fatten both which resulted in the tail needing to tear its way out. Her pants were getting snugger as they stretched to fit Desire’s growing proportions. Standing sideways in front of her full length mirror she saw the resemblance. When gray and dark brown hairs sprouted on tail and ears she could easily picture a donkey. Desire’s heart fluttered as it dawned on her.

“The tail, the ears, that bray… I’m turning into a, donkey? For real?” Desire stammered as her emotions overflowed. Tears in her eyes, she got her tail to flick and that was enough. “I am. Holy shit, I am!” she admitted. Followed immediately by, “And is it weird that I’m… okay with that?”

The question hung until an alarm on her phone reminded her she had a meeting starting in two minutes.

Desire hustled back to her computer with the drastic implications of a change in species bouncing around her head.

“This tail is so cute and these ears feels so… natural. Not sure my coworkers would agree-eeeEEE-HAWW!” Another bray slipped out, making Desire blush with excitement.

She didn’t know why it was happening. Much less the state she’d be in at the end. As she brought up the conference call and fixed her hair and camera to hide her equine ears, the appeal of the donkey's life compared to her was very real. No responsibilities, bills, high expectations, troubles dating, stupid business meetings, or any of the noise that had her meandering aimlessly through life. To be a donkey like Kingston felt to Desire like quite the good life. It felt like she was gaining purpose in her life for the first time in a long, long while.

The conference call started with a fifteen minute speech from the owner about work life balance to the fifteen other people stuck on the call. Desire was mentally leagues away from all of it. Her bestial aroma, her jacked up sex drive, her donkey sized hunger, and her altered bowels made a lot more sense. She felt stupid for not seeing the signs earlier. Any embarrassment from how she acted was fleeting when compared to the simpler animal life ahead. A life that got closer with every passing minute. So Desire made up her mind that she’d resign at the end of the call. Assuming she could still speak. A thought that bemused her more than anything while she unconsciously passed more gas.

Those fifteen minutes gave Desire’s ears and tail time to fully fluff with long gray, rusty brown donkey hairs. She snuck peeks at her ears and nearly two feet of donkey tail with her phone or in whatever reflective surface she could. Unable to risk wiggling her ears, Desire flexed her new appendage back and forth as best she could. With her backside swelling more as the magic left her tail and ears there wasn’t much room in the high-backed wooden chair.

“Feels like I’ve always had this tail. Where has it been all my life,” Desire muttered with the microphone muted.

Desire would slide her ass to the edge to make room for herself only for her to swell more. Requiring her to readjust yet again. Two co-workers messaged jokes to her about her fidgeting on camera that Desire laughed off. If that’s all they were noticing then she was hiding things well. Her ears and lower half weren’t hard to keep off camera. And with a muted microphone they couldn’t hear Desire’s unrestrained flatulence. They were saved having to be around the fetid manure stink that Desire found rather pleasant.

Underneath the taut fabric of her pants Desire’s asshole puckered up large like a donkey’s under her tail. The same species shift spread to the woman’s cunt near the end of the owner’s blabbering. Swelling her vulva, clit, and discoloring the outer edges got her juices flowing harder than they already were. Desire pressed her thighs together and could almost picture her pussy becoming equine. Glancing down between her legs, the visible outline of her equine cunt developing caused Desire to drench her pants in even more fluids.

Those fluids turned out to be the start of a bigger brewing mess. The meeting turned to someone else for the weekly sales report reading. Desire’s ass protruded backward the more equine it got. Under where her tail ripped a hole the moist outline of her equine asshole and cunt grew as her ass cheeks spread apart. Desire knew she’d have to speak soon so she tried to push out before turning her microphone back on. The last few farts being silent lulled Desire into feeling secure to unmute herself just as her name was coming up. Pushing out one last fart proved too risky and a pound of steamy manure flooded out. Then another pound pound of turds that forced Desire to really lean in close to the camera to speak.

“I think the numbers are… uhhhh… numerically sound. Could be better or, or worse, for sure. Likely seasonal trends and… other… things,” Desire struggled to find the words for work while feeling her pants fill.

As casually as she could she stood and slid the chair to the side using one of her cramping, achy feet. With her pants already close to ripping, she felt the sag of the manure acutely. Though not what she intended, once Desire recovered from the initial shock she continued to relieve herself like any jennet would. The satisfied grin on her face belying what she was doing to her coworkers.The more turds she emptied Desire’s acceptance of the fouler aspects of donkeyhood grew.

“Would it be wrong to say that, heh, dumping some product might be the way to go? Clear some inventory, please some clients with a little unexpected… present?” Desire suggested between huffs. She leaned in closer to the camera as she rambled out a reply over the muffled sounds of her pants and panties bursting open. Subsequent plopping sounds and the cracking, swelling bones of her legs and feet were muted while Desire listened to others bounce her idea around.

Giving herself over to the changes with a straight face for the camera was turning into a fun game for Desire. Whose legs were undergoing their transformation to stout donkey legs to hold up her fat hindquarters. Once the manure tore a hole through her panties and pants, much of the rest of her legging shredded away as her calves and thighs swelled in size. Her feet deformed, toes merging as their nails became overgrown with blackened proto-hooves. Standing was hard enough without Desire also trying to avoid stepping in her own mess.

In just a few minutes the transforming woman had pooped out five pounds of manure suitable for a young, hungry jennet. Once the initial torrent had passed there was usually always a few plops of manure dropping out. Desire instinctively kept here tail up and moving. It fanned the pungent aroma around the whole apartment and would never truly be cleaned from the walls. The landlord would waste thousands trying to make the place liveable again after Desire. Ultimately converting it into a place for tenants to walk their dogs indoors.

The more she gave in and changed the more Desire strained to pretend to care about the meeting. She had a nice big mirror in the bedroom where she could be watching herself transform right now if she wasn’t set on trying to give a semi-formal resignation. However as the minutes dragged on and she gleefully added pungent jennet urine to the mess, Desire was running out of patience and shits to give. Quite literally as her bowels finally emptied- for now.

“Hey, hey! I got something to say, y’all,” Desire interrupted her boss in the middle of telling an unrelated story about himself. Upsetting him but Desire didn’t care. “Yeah, it’s Desire. Just wanted to say I’m quitting effective whenever I stop talking. I’m moving out to the country and… heh, joining a nudist colony. Not joking. Fuck this place and all of it. Desire out, ya’aaaAAWWWWWWWWLL!” She slammed the laptop shut while a bray was still in her throat.

With divine delight Desire then flung the laptop off the dining table. It broke against the wall with a delightful crack while Desire planted her hands on the table and tried to bray again. This time it lacked the authentic rasp and whine. Calming down she was glad for it since she didn’t want someone knocking while she was changing. She wanted to watch and enjoy this without interruption. After that…

“If I gotta be a donkey then I know where I’m gonna go. Have to hurry or I won’t have the fingers for it anymore,” Desire remarked to herself as she hurried to work her phone. She did this leaning on her elbows as she held up the phone.

This let her hind legs and butt grow to their full size. A brief discomfort in her lower back and pelvis passed as she sent the message as a text and again as an email to be safe. Desire admired her rear’s darkening hide thickening over her bulging hardy muscles and bone for a time. Didn’t take long for her phone to chirp.

“Messages from work, message from work, message from work, message from….“ she paused to read. “Ah yes! YahooooOOOOoooOOO-HAWWWW!” she brayed in pure joy. Desire tossed her phone away and made for the big mirror in her bedroom. Forgetting completely to unlock the front door.

The trip was Desire’s introduction to walking on all fours. Very awkward with her backside and legs longer than the front. As well as her torso getting stretched at the spine and belly. Which triggered her ribs, their initial barreling out of her chest. Her blouse’s buttons popped open fully during her effort while Desire’s bra stubbornly held on. On two legs she could make the trip in twenty seconds. On a shaky four it was closer to five minutes. With the drywall along the way dented from her frequent slips and trips.

Whatever struggle she had to endure was worth it to drag herself into her bedroom. Desire’s broad hips cracked the door frame as she entered. Rather than fret over not getting the deposit back on her apartment, Desire smirked hearing the wood crack from her burgeoning equine heft.

The real treat though were the three body length mirrors she had arranged in a half circle to make sure her ass looked good in outfits. When she saw herself fully for the first time, it brought tears to Desire’s eyes. Happy tears that only stopped when she felt a compulsion to bray again.

“This is so, ooof, so great. I just gotta, gotta… get through this. Then I get my, my, my… donkeeeEEEEEEEE life feeeEEE-HAWWW!” she delighted through the discomfort.

Tre transformation had progressed to and over the halfway point. Desire willed it on while also trying to take as much as she could during what she hoped was a one way trip. She had no second thoughts of ditching humanity. Not when she saw her winking, dripping jenny cunt, soiled asshole, tail, and furry donkey ass for the first time together. The hairs were still sprouting but that didn’t detract from the wonderful view. She watched the finishing touches from hoof to tail longingly. Hoping very much that she had a breedable appearance.

Desire’s bra snapped off at last when her barreling ribs and growing lungs got big enough. Letting her breathe easier as her hands tingle and twitch under her. She did her best to balance through the merging of her fingers and extending bones. Her arms followed suit from the shoulder down. Meeting in the new middle of Desire’s wobbly forelegs. Kneeling on knees that had been her wrists minutes ago. Giving her hooves time to bulk up to bear a lot of weight.

“Getting so big. So heavy,” Desire grunted in a deepening voice. “Keep going. I’m loving thissseeeEEEE-HAWWWW!”

Shoulders and chest broadened like so much else; cracking and swelling amid her fevered breathing. Not enough to topple Desire when she was determined to stand her way to the end of this. Her hooves got big enough to stand on finally to make it easier. As she got a better stance going Desire felt her new hide spreading up her torso and back. At the same time her merging breasts migrated down her chest and stomach. To eventually find their way between her legs as a swollen, leathery jennet udder. Complete with elongated teats that delighted Desire to see.

Nearly an hour on from the start of her accelerated transformation into a donkey and Desire’s human body was all but gone. Her head with its donkey ears and some of her neck were all that remained unchanged. The proportions and stance of the rest was a flowering jennet with a tail that wagged incessantly from excitement. Her shoulders and forelegs were still growing in the dusty gray-brown coat of fur and furnishings.

Desire admired her sizable rump, belly, and rest of her largeness for as long as she kept turning her neck. With the magic having only one way to go it was no surprise to Desire when her neck swelled and began to stretch out. She grit her teeth and tried to keep her eyes open so she didn’t miss a thing. Not easy with the sickly pops her spine made. Or the excessive saliva that was coming up her throat and drooling out her mouth.

“I’m a big… girleeeEEE-HAWWW,” she brayed.

Bearing it all with a faint smile, Desire backed away from the mirror to keep her drooping head where she could still see herself. Her breathing grew hoarse as her throat tightened.She half-expected for nothing by brays to come out when she tried to muster a few last words.

“Almost done changinnneeeEEEE-HAWW! Then I can live the… good life. Get to… beeeeEEEE-HAWWWW” HEEEE HAWWWW! JenneeeEEE-HAWWW!” Desire bellowed in a bestial, baratone. “Fe-EEEELs so much betterrrRR-HAW this way. So… right and… and… naturaaaAAWWW! EEEEEE-HAWWWWWW! HEEE HAWWWW!” she merrily brayed as she lost her speech entirely.

Feeling right and natural spoke to how her body's new instincts, hormones, and parts blended with Desire’s consciousness. She remembered her human troubles without it troubling the jenny. Her lusts, appetite, odor, and shamelessly relieving herself where she stood were accepted traits already. So Desire was happy to accept a need to be bred, to have foals, to graze, to enjoy the simpler things and an existence she felt suited for.

Her neck reached its full length with Desire’s chin hovering near the floor. The magic hadn’t given her the strength to lift herself any higher. The low angle did provide a nice look in the mirror at her coal black mane migrating up and over her widened vertebrae. It was also a unique vantage when a familiar urge gurgled up and Desire let her body go with its instinct. She heard and saw the manure plop down into a pile of turds between her rear hooves. The relief was almost as sweet as the total lack of embarrassment from behaving like a donkey would. Another two pounds out in emptied made her even happier.

The mane reached the woman’s scalp, some of Desire’s dark hair entwined with the new mane while others were shed. She didn’t mind losing a few hairs after gaining a furry donkey coat of her own. With her nose fattening up in front of her eyes Desire was more interested in savoring her altering point of view. Brought on by her skull’s drastic resculpting.

The magic stretched out her face, yellowed her enlarging teeth, flattened her brow, tugged her tongue out, and blackened her puffy lips. Her drooling got copious as her mouth extended around the forming equine muzzle. Senses of smell and taste blossomed. The sweet, acrid, and strong aromas around Desire were better than ever. Taking whiffs of the air distracted from what Desire saw happening to her eyes.

Desire’s eye sockets had swelled before the same happened to her eyes. As they grew her pupils stretched horizontally. Everything became a world of blues and greens, which didn’t trouble Desire beyond dizziness. The brown of her eyes spread and her lashes grew so she for the first time could see herself fleshed out. Or very close to it.

With the last few scraps of her old hair knocked off by her ears flopping into position. Desire’s ears finally didn’t look out of place. Her head ached in just a few corners while the rest was her new blotchy, stubbly equine face atop fully transmogrified form. She was thankful to whatever power was doing this that Desire still had her memories and human wits. The line between her old mind and the jenny didn’t exist anymore. All there was to do was will her transformation to its end and hope she wouldn’t have to wait long to be rescued.

As the last of her donkey fuzz filled her face out, breath steaming from her mouth and nostrils, the last of the residual magic in her body evaporated away. Going as mysteriously as it had come on. Desire assumed control and awareness of her new body. With the subtle driving instincts of a wily jennet the woman could stand balanced and proud when there was nothing left to change.

“HEEE HAWWWWW! EEEEE-HAWWWWW!” Desire celebrated loudly. A sure sign of her having some control of herself, she restrained more brays for chuffing and snorting. She kicked up her hooves as she did, wanting to prance full speed through her apartment. But once Desire got a good look at herself in the mirror and had crapped out all she could, she bounded up and over her bed, careened through her doorway into the hallway, demolished more drywall, and into the living room.

‘This feels so amazing! Where was this body all my life?’ a wistfully jovial Desire thought to herself as she skipped around in a circle with her eyes closed. She moved naturally, scrapping her carpet to pieces and tracking manure everywhere. When she stopped it was to run over her couches and tables, knocking over things over with the reckless abandon of animal zoomies. Desire dashed around in a circle thinking to herself, ‘I’m a donkey, I’m a donkey, I’m a donkey! A donkey with no cares or bills or furniture or responsibilities or-’

Desire caught herself smashing her old tv with her ass when she spied farmer Janelle standing and staring at the jennet from the kitchen. “HAWWW!” Desire brayed with shy-happiness when she saw Janelle. The only person she could think to message about ‘a random donkey in her apartment in need of a home’. It never occurred to Desire at the time how the farmer readily agreed to take an unknown animal from a woman that was barely more than an acquaintance.

Trotting towards the kitchen, Desire wasn’t sure how long the woman had been watching. Or if she would be able to put together the scene and deduce the identity of the jenny. The one with scraps of Desire’s old panties hanging off her tail and her favorite hoop earrings hanging from either ear. So Desire was prepared for Janelle to voice her disgust or horror.

“Get a load of you! My heart, I can’t take how adorable you are! Let me pet the gorgeous nose,” Janelle greeted warmly as she took Desire’s head in her hands. A few pets and the jenny was wagging her whole butt while drooling more. “That’a girl. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? So what’s a good donkey like you doing in a place like this? You belong outside with a big field to run around in. With lots of oats and carrots and a nice clean stall,” the farmer remarked with a scrunching of her nose at the smell. “At least it’ll be clean when I put you in it each night,” winked Janelle.

‘She likes me! She thinks I’m cute! And I am a good girl! Just another jenny! Please take me away, lady farmer!’ Desire thought loudly as she leaned into the acceptance.

“Turns out being an amateur locksmith pays off again. Well now, I brought a bridle, some rope, and I have carrots down in the trailer. Hold still and I’ll get you out of here,” promised Janelle with a kiss to the jenny’s forehead. “Time to leave that old life behind for the life you really wanted, Desire. Let’s get you ready.”

Hearing her name, the jenny’s ears bashfully drooped. Desire didn’t want to hide anything from Janelle and was glad she didn’t have to. Though as Janelle would go on to explain- while removing Desire’s earrings, scraps of clothing, wiping her ass clean, feeding her some medication, and getting the bridle strapped on- how the woman’s transformation came to be. She was led out of her apartment, snuck into the freight elevator (barely), and into a waiting horse trailer.

On the ride to Janelle’s far there was plenty of time for Desire to absorb everything her new owner had revealed. It was comforting to know that Janelle had been planning her transformation and new life for a while. Learning that those other animals she had on the farm, like Emmy and Kingston, were once directionless people like herself. Ones that preferred life on the farm as animals to whatever they had been previously. They were like her in wits and blending of instincts. Also like her, they could not change back, but were afforded extended lives beyond the norm for their species. It was more than Desire dreamed of when the transformation was in its early stages.

The nearer to the country the better the smells got while the noise of traffic faded. Desire’s old life faded into the past with the rest of built up society. The path ahead was an inviting grassy one. Only pleasure and the basics of eating, sleeping, shitting, pissing, breathing, and fucking really mattered anymore. The latter of those having a particular appeal to Desire and throbbing jenny cuny.

“We’re home!” Janelle called out from the cab of her truck when they made the turn up the driveway.

Desire peeked out the slats in the side of the trailer and saw the vegetable stand and familiar wooden fence she’d biked passed countless times. By the grace of Janelle she no longer had to daydream about how easy farm life would be. She was excited to be the farm’s newest resident and never wanted to leave.

Janelle parked alongside the stable and came around back to let Desire out of the trailer. “Come on. Take it slow, Desire. There’s no need to rush around here,” Janelle said as she led the jenny out by the bridle. Emmy was there to bark and rub against Desire like she had when she was a woman. It was oddly comforting for the shy jennet. “Follow me this way, dear. A certain someone has been waiting for you since you left Sunday…”

That got Desire’s heat flaring. She was walking on clouds straight through the stable and to a sizable pen in the back. Awaiting was a fully erect Kingston. Who brayed when he laid eyes on her. Then as Janelle unlocked the pen door, too shy to bray, Desire instincts had her urinating and using her tail to fan her need for the jack to smell. She’d seen the donkey erection in the past and loved that she was the cause.

“Kingston has been eyeing you up for this farm longer than I have. So he’s been over the moon waiting for his chance to show you how to donkey properly. Figure I’ll give you two a couple hours to reconnect and have yourselves a little donkey first date,” Janelle suggested while removing Desire’s bridle. Once she had, Janelle slapped the jennet’s haunch with a hearty shout of, “Welcome to the farm!”

“HAWWW! EEEE-HAWWWW!” Desire was finally able to bray as the strike jolted her forward.

The farmer left the jack and jenny to their instincts to finish preparing the stall next to Kingston’s.

Butts were sniffed. Kingston’s tongue lathered the jenny from cunt to asshole and back again. Desire submissively, greedily licked the jack’s shaft and balls. The equine foreplay went a short time before Desire presented and Kingston accepted. He mounted and showed he knew how to use his cock by finding her pussy fast and fucking his whole dick into her. He didn’t last very long but Kingston filled Desire to the brim. Excess seed oozed out of her while he was still inside. And much more gushed out when he got off her. Leaving more than enough to satisfy the jenny to a heaving mess.

The whirlwind mating session left both donkeys smiling and eager for the endless rounds ahead. Desire had never realized what a good lover, partner, and mate Kingston was until she got on all fours herself. The two fell in fast love. Fueling Kingston to mount her again only a few minutes later. This time for a longer, slower fuck that let Desire really take in how great it was to be mounted and bred. Little wonder they fucked over and over and over until Janelle returned to show her to her new accommodations.

That night jack and jenny slept together on a bed of hay with their coats freshly brushed and bellies full. Desire slept the best she had her whole adult life. Having finally found the place and role she was meant for, Desire rested easy. Knowing she’d wake up a donkey made life worth living again.