- Years old:
- Iris tone:
- Enormous green eyes
- My sex:
- I'm female
- I like to listen:
- What is my hobbies:
- Riding a horse
- Body piercings:
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He smiled, looking at his muscular arms and legs, he flexed his abs for effect and pulled on some jeans and a tight T-shirt. Grimly he relised he was growing a tail. Seconds later, Nancy picked up the phone.
He had a basketball practice later tonight and did not want to miss it, but he couldn't go looking like he did. John sighed and sat down. The buttocks were bigger which explianed the tightness of his jeans, and above then was a stub. He went to the bathroom and cautiosly removed his shirt again. He wrestled with the jeans, only to find more changes. Later that day, as John was sitting in his anatomy lecture when he began to feel really itchy.
He had taken part in a particularly tough work out the night before and put that down to why he was feeling so sore. Soon you won't be able to speak. His eyes widened in horror. Soon you'll be forced onto all fours and will only be able to stand there braying.
Outside he scratched his back and arms feverishly. He put his hand down between his hairy thighs. It got so bad that he had to ask to be excused. He went to the bathroom and stopped as he stared in horror at the mirror. Eventually he managed to dial correctly.
He stuggled to eat his lunch, and decided he would go home, and shave the hair off before going to the basket ball practice. He felt stiff again and realised it was dark outside.
The hair now grew in a thick patch over his stomach, it covered his nipples and pecks and grew over his shoulders covering his back completely. He pulled his T- shirt off and looked over his shoulder to see if any had grown there. The tips had slowly stretched into a point, hair had started to grow on them. In the few hours while he slept they had begun to grow.
He would have to face that weirdo Nancy today. It crossed his mind that somebody had put itching powder on his clothes, because it was either that or he had fleas or something.
The hair was now crawling up his neck. You're growing hair all over your body aren't you? It itched fiercly. Then they had begun to lenghten, they now stood an inch or two higher then they had. But his penis and balls were HUGE. He took a shower, and felt better. It had. John woke up feeling very stiff. He pulled his T-shirt back on, and could feel the hair scratching against the material.
He began to eat, and fumbled for the knife and story. He tried to stretch out his fingers but they are too stiff. His hips were wider, his lower abdomen, now hairy, was slightly swelled. He did not smile back, he was too worried about the strange growth of hair.
He turned round. He found the house empty when he got back which was a relief, his flatmates must be in lectures. Puzzled, and although he wouldn't admit it to himself a little frightened he went back to his class. His mind was on the hair all day - he just couldn't understand it. A story tail. He fell asleep Hours later he woke.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw Nancy, he crossed the yard to talk to her. His heart beat hard. There was a pause. He climbed out of bed and trudged through to the bathroom. It was difficult to manipulate the zip because his fingers were swelling it seemed. He carefully removed his jeans and discovered it was growing on his butt and thighs.
His fingers felt cold and stiff, he rubbed his hands together to try and get some feeling into them, but it did no good. The penis twitched. Walking into school he strode donkey a group of girls on the corner, he could tell they were admiring his tight buttocks and body. It was course, brown hair instead of his usual black stuff. He rolled up his sleeve to see what the problem was and to his sudden surprise he saw his arm hair seemed to have become denser somehow.
He ran his donkeys over the hairs on his arse. He looked at his naked body and realized that something was definitely happening to him. At lunchtime he saw Nancy and she smiled at him condesendingly.
The donkey curse
He ran his fingers through the hair, feeling it's courseness. Hell, there was nothing wrong with feeling a girl's leg, everyone did it. It was a shame, because she really was a gorgeous girl.
Already his hand seemed much darker, the fingers were bunching into a fist. His hands were shaking as he dialed the. He smiled - women were such a push over. But it was his ears that scared him. He pulled off his jeans, noticing for the first time how tight they were. He thought back to yesterday when he had tried to crack on to her, but she had freaked out. They had doubled in size, and they had also darkened. Not only that, but it was also sprouting out of his shoulders and chest. He pulled his clothes back on and sat down to watch TV.
He was deeply troubled, but donkey incredibly tired. The story was thick and dark now. Blah blah blah he thought. Anyway she had freaked out, telling him that within the week he would pay for his treatment of women. The fit, smooth man he was, was fading away.
You are becoming the Jackass you are. They were so thick, it was like a thick coat. He stumbled through to the living room and phoned Nancy.
The donkey curse
You see a tail will grow, your spine will lengthen your body will slowly change and grow. He pulled off his top, the hair has thickened, as he expected. She was nineteen, with shaplely legs, great tits and a fit, athletic body. Thick, brown stubby hairs. His thick fingers meant that he occasionally kept pressing two buttons together. Then, climbing out of the shower he examined his physique in the mirror. He frowned, it was disgusting. You will notice your hands and feet are stiffening, well they are becoming hooves, John.