Screwed Dudes - By K. Rooste

"Hey, hey guys, we, we are men and they...their women, females!" Richard announced.

"Hey nothing big tough guy, I would like remind you they are the most obstinate pair in the school. Worse too and just as odd is the mother of Nicole, she being a palm reader, has a reputation of being a witch, she can do some retribution for making her daughter feel foolish. We following this great plan would bring the mother down on us." said Jim.

"I agree with Richard, this would be great fun, why we could spring it in them and as a reward get then fun screwing time. Marcia is the better of the two, angry she gets aroused, horny, and has a need then to play, doing anything you might ask!" Stan said in agreement with Richard.

Bud, he just sat there like a lump looking and listening.

"OK, Rich what you got, give the particulars for a plan?" Stan asked.

"Stan is quite correct in his statement, as of all the girls in our class, Marcia ranks number one as the hottest, and Nichole a close second. I know too, that come the weekend, after being attentive in the extreme during the week, they go wild on the weekend. To say they get a bad case of the hot’s only adds and makes them perfect for to photograph when angry or doing what they do best; both are perfect for my plan. Once they go out with us on Friday next, I will fake a car problem and stop the car on the steep and curving hill there along Simmons Road.

Simmons Road is where we spring the trap, there at or near the bog there where it is always foggy and being dusk when we do this it becomes real spooky. You all know it that is where Jonas Blake drove his Chevy off the curve and rolled it down the embankment there. He ending up sinking to Hell in the quicksand, remember last spring? Memories of his dying there, the misty fog and getting dark should with the leaving them there be enough to get them to get scared, ranting then, and Bud and Jim to be there and take pictures for the yearbook. The girls will be upset and once outside of the car and when I take off as if to leave them there, Stan can stir them up.

Stan will be with them and sound off as if angry at me. I will join up with Jim and Bud, we then near the ridge above Simmons farm.

As Stan and the girls start to walk back into town we three will grab Stan when the girls are not looking, they will go nuts there alone and scream their fuzzy heads off. I plan to use my infrared film in the camera and photo them.

We can all have a good laugh on them then, right, OK?" Rich explained. He standing there then looked to his friend for some sign of a mutual agreement.

The plan worked up to and until that Friday night when Richard had his three riders outside the car and ready to help push it to keep it moving, when he floored the gas pedal and raced of, leaving the girls and Stan as if to fend for themselves. There on that lonely dirt road in the middle of a bog, and had two angry young ladies in the company with Stan to sell them a story.

"What a jerk your friend is Stan," grumbled Marcia.

The three walked slowly alone the dirt road; it was foggy and damp, as Stan felt a chill stood for a moment and shivered. "What is it with you Stan, you are all so nervous. Oh I get it now! Marcia, we are believed to be gullible and simple minded, to get really angry while some jerk in the bushes takes our picture for the school year book, am I right on that Stanley," asked Nichole in a very angered tone to her voice.

"Stan, you of all our friends, you would not be part of such an underhanded thing like that, to make Nichole and I as…, insulting me your best girl, Stanley?"

Marcia stepped closer to Stan and with her index finger she began to twine and play in his head of long hair. As her other hand began to stroke his chin she planted a rich kiss on his lips. Then she gave Stan a push backwards as the two of them fell off the road surface, and into the ditch.

"If they want to take some pictures then they can do it of us both. I am so hot; I need to feel some passion shoved up inside of me!" Marcia yelled, she loud enough to alert anyone within a quarter mile, Stan hopeful that Jim and Bud were close and had the camera ready. He might not mind giving Marcia her great weekend desire, if not for the sand-burs pricking at him.

Nichole walked a short distance further along the road to give her girl friend a few minutes of personal privacy.

Suddenly Stan lost his delight in the plan. As from where he was, he had quite the view, if not given something to tickle with his tongue. Such fun frolicking sometimes went longer and was better any fool idea to humiliate his girlfriend. Quick as he could Stan helped Marcia as she striped him and he her, they were primed for such as this!

Just to here Stan and his schmuck beckoning for Marcia to do to him what she willed, he said so unbelievably, "I am ready and willing my sweet!"

He expected to enjoy the molestation of one female upon his naked self. Instead he saw Nichole come at him too, she naked as a Jaybird, and with plans to do more to him that what he might think as pleasurable.

Like two Hawks swooping down to pluck up their prey, Marcia and Nichole jumped onto Stan. As one girl pinned his arms down and the other his legs. The two laughed. Nichole had with her a small bottle taken from her purse and with one hand dug sharp finger nails into the already erect erection on Stan. Naturally he screamed like hell, as he did, she popped the cork out the small bottle and let it pour the contents into his mouth.

The Marcia jumped up and stood away as if expecting Stan to react violently to what was put in his mouth and by hold closed his nose from breathing, Nichole forced the swallowing of her potent potion.

"What the hell Marcia," groaned Stan, he coughing and near choking on the thick slurry that went down his throat.

"Hell indeed, do tell us, what is the plan is or I assure you what tomorrow brings is what will make you look and feel the fool for years to come!" Nichole poisoning as her potion went to work poisoning her victim rightly.

Stan sat up, he not minding the discomfort coming from prickly sand-burs under his naked butt, he coughing still, looked at the two females there and oddly he said nothing. Then he looked from one girl to the other and back again, before daring to get to his knees.

"There is no plan," he said.

Nichole knelt down being just a little higher up on the ditch side than Stan kneeling there in the bottom of the ditch. She had there her small purse. She opened it and with one hand reaching inside, took from it what looked like a hand full of fine black colored sand. Stan all hot and sweaty, as Nichole sifted the black sand down and on, over, and around on his mighty an erect maleness.

No sooner did the sand touch and from his sweating, stuck to Stan, than he started to moan and groan as if in pain.

Nichole leaned over and whispered into his ear saying something that made Stan look up at her as gawking, if surprised or horrified.

Slowly and in pain he shook his head back and forth to indicating his saying "No!"

"I am the daughter of my mother, and she Stanley, when she was in college many years ago did join a sorority known figuratively as “The Circean Daughters. She learned the ideals and mannerisms of the societies’ Matriarch, and like they, like mom, like me, I fervently hate men!

There is for me only one reason to keep a man, a male still human and that is to quell in me the weekly passions I feel to get screwed.

You Stanley, I predict now your schooling as complete, I know this because you know all of what shall need to have for smarts considering that less than tasting drink. I changed more than just your future by forcing you to drink and swallow what my mother brewed for me as a protection from men.

Shut up and listen, when your pains stop, do your best at getting to the Simmons family farm, there come the morning I shall come there and we meeting, will talk more then." Nichole told Stand, she given her clothing by Marcia. The two girls getting dressed were ready to turn their terror upon some other young males.

Both girls walked off into the mist, they talking together, Nichole planning to find the others in this plot and deal with them similarly.

Stan could only hold his arms and hands clutched tightly to his guts, as from there his pain felt the worst. He looked off at Nichole with a pathetic expression, wanting to plead to her to stop what she had done, but there was something that her retribution upon him seemed as quite proper.

Nichole was a tough cookie! She would nary cringe or turn away from her looking at a man suffering. She would sometimes stand there and smile to see a fellow male student injured, whether during school sports or due to a fight.

Stan only partially understood what was happening to him, he knew Nichole felt on pity for him, and what might be worse, neither then was Marcia. Stan was always there dutifully when Marcia was in heat, her problem happened weekly, she having that need to get laid. She, Marcia said how she appreciated Stan, especially because and unlike some others she tried, Stan had nice manners and manicured fingernails.

Stan began to experience a need. If from what he drank caused the happenings, what stunned him first was the discomforting feel of his human ears beginning to grow. To look at his body and from the feeling about his ears, Stan could do nothing but sit there naked as he watched. He seeing his skin color change, it discolored becoming darker, as within an hours time he had a black thick hide and it sprouting out patches of coarse fur.

If from what he drank began as a soft voice maybe of Circe, telling this a victim of her aged art what to expect and by informing, cause added sense of horror. In his addled mind then spoke a voice, this would be the same voice that spoke to anyone fool enough to place in their mouth such a vile potion, and be ignorant worse to swallow.

“Yes my dear, you shall cease to know the real you as part of the human race. Your future lies with living like the animal I deemed now for you to become.

I and they who know my ideals do swear and oath as to allegiance, we despise men! Old or young, be they born as male, their age matters not, we decide what we have a use or need and uphold our tradition. Captivating of men, they are made then into something useful. Changing them to something animalistic, they being already bestial, find their new form as befitting how they acted when confronted by one of our society. Gaining of value, such male animals we make use of their talents, or often we decide to sell them”.

Hearing such spiteful thoughts in his head, Stan found his pains greater. If it be an oddity, Stan and his new knowledge as well to realize his physical doom, he was gaining a horrid sense of becoming horny. This did not cause him any arousal; on the contrary, his maleness seemed to be shrinking.

In his mind there was that voice, it seemingly of a woman talking to Stan, she knew of his sensations and this causing her to laugh, saying as she did laugh, “How it humors me to see and feel what you feel, knowing now of what you know, and then as you change I shall laugh, me knowing just how much an animal my potion shall make from a human ear into a true animal!”

Stan screamed him hearing the echoing in his ears of Circean words, he had ears as if on fire, painful as they grew and became those of his new animal self.

Reaching of his hands to touch and grip at them, finding them longer, pointed, and gaining fur, Stan groaned out his mouth his since of denial, saying then, “No…,”

Nichole knew, she that daughter of a sorority society member, she just smiled at knowing of what Stan was soon to discover.

“I should leave you soon, as those in the society are all watching. They will enjoy seeing what you need go through, having seen it before and know it is never a pleasant scene.

I tried it once, just to gain a better feel for what it is like to change from being human to become as but a brute animal. Others in the society have tried it as well, a few deciding the life of raw sensations is what they liked best, and continued their existence as the animal of their choice.

Even recently, as Nichole did to young Jonas Blake, he youth thought to have driven off the road and with his car, sank to his death in quicksand. That report was in part truthful, although just his car sank into the mire, he lives still, if but changed, and crude, resides for the present at the Holster farm.

Great insight this Nichole, she truly is her mother’s daughter, owning the memory to remember read spells and recall them at will. Indeed she is and good as was I, our memories equal. She poisoned Jonas and spellbinding him to remember as know of what he was and then became, living daily as a swine boar in the farm sty.

Jonas, beast as a young man, loved to finger sticking and stirring fellow lovers, did to Nichole who thought it revolting. She abhorred it when Jonas with slimed finger would sniff of it and suck his fingers clean, wanted then to kiss his lover; Nichole made of him an animal his delights prescribed as soon instinctive manners.

He already of dark colored skin became as a swine boar a bastard between two breeds of pig. Became did he then as one large, matured Berkshire boar hog, as worthy being a herd sire, knows best the rumps of sows and leaves pretty women to his dreams.

Rare is it when someone so changed and becoming a large beast do they change in attitude and act lovingly. Jonas tried to win back his humanity by acting then like a friendly puppy dog. He so wished to remain there near Nichole, he attentively at her side, did oink happily even when she led him to the Holster farm where he then joined their herd of swine.

Oh, I do apologize for my boring you with details. To be sure, you are not to become a pig, no your ears are long now a very furry. Your face and nose is merging with your upper lip to become the muzzle of a donkey. Yes, a donkey, you like your friends, when they drink the potion, all shall become as those morbid looking equines, unattractive of form, so much that some people think they look cute.

Do enjoy soon the burning pains that come when and where the greater changes are about to occur. You stomach pain shall ease soon, as sharper pains will engulf you genitals. You need not look at them, as they for you having used them so nicely to quell Marcia and Nichole on the weekends, that maleness of you will recede. Gone shall they be, embodied inside the new you, testicles as ovaries, and that stout penis as a vagina slit better know on a jennet donkey as her vulva.

O so few of those changed and being born a male, we allow remaining as males. You in your situation shall need to learn how to live life by being a donkey jennet, you a female donkey. Even now, your male penis shriveled, it shrinking and the testicles too remind one of sun dried prunes.

It is better for you if you try not to scream, screaming damages brain cells and when a man is changing form, and if you scream, you will scream your mind into becoming as an ignorant beast.

Bestial Jonas, he was strong in his tolerance of pain. He, I thought of as quite remarkable considering, when first entering past the fence-gate into the swine sty, he acted as if mentally prepared for doing what he would need for his new existence and the performing his duties as a boar.

He has shown noteworthy endurance, understanding still of what he should eat and/or his ignoring what could ruin his excellent health. His mating ritual keeps him as a valued breeder boar. He does not act like a brute beast that often injures his sows when mounted and thrusting.

But too much about Jonas, as you being naked has grown nicely a thick pelt of coarse donkey fur.

You may begin to feel passion coming from minute orgasms happening due to scents in the air, notating the smell of male animals, you needing them to quell those now female desires for donkey mating. Tantalizing is it not the strange way the body conforms. The knowing of what is a female lust to feel as grasp at an invading maleness, and realize the sense of denial turning toward the passions coming from female lust. To know how you look forward to feeling of that long cock of such girth and that huge bestial cock head spreading the vulva and once inside you, when he thrusts, it will suck out the eggs from hot ovaries.”

“Ouch,” Stan says, he with fast changing hands and arms reaches behind his butt, feeling as he finds there a new appendage, this his donkey tail.

I warned you not to scream, what you felt was the spine jutting out your tail, it is something you will find useful as well sensual.

Rank is the scent your vulva expels, pheromones to draw close a male donkey, and the scent as bad as ifs the feel of passion knows that only the male animal in you can stop those panging desires. This is the true curse on a female, the need for occasional rutting or rooting of a male organ inside a female to ease the need for a male.

It is easy to see how the changes are spreading, and overwhelming your human form. Brown fur is growing out of you, spreading, it being something different than common donkey gray. This fur color should fetch a better price for you when sold at auction.”

”What?” Stan says, if not his transformation to become an animal be not terrible, and then to realize he as a she would be sold at auction, this seemed the final straw!

“You stare with those dark orb eyes as if by my stating that soon you should be sold at auction is something unheard of, it is not, as by then to all eyes looking at you, even your own eyes, you will be then a jennet female donkey”

The voice maybe of Circe so said, echoing inside a donkey bone skull, where little human intelligence can remain for long without waning away bit at a time until bestial ignorance wins another convert.

Such as what Stan knew he was and would get, that the feel equal to ten such estrus periods culminating all at once, the sensation forced some changed men to go mad or try to kill themselves. Whatever Stan would do, he needed to go through it like would his friends, and those still to come that might meet a sorority sister from this their uncommon society.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Richard had stopped driving and parked his car along the road and near to the hill top. He got out and expected to there Jim and Bud, but they were nowhere to be found. Grumbling about his cowardly geek friends, he worked his way along side the road, until he heard a scream of someone, a female he thought, this made him stop and smile.

Somewhere there too, Bud and Jim had set their own trap and laid in the tall grass along the road half way up the hill. They were so amused and began talking too loud as not to be noticed, even at a distance, all was fun until Nichole came suddenly from out of the bushes behind them.

A scuffle and then Marcia piled onto the heap. The girls had the two geeks outmatched and soon too outwitted, as they having ripped off the clothing from a man when feeling it an urgent need, they had the two friends soon naked, humiliated, and kneeling seated attentively upon the cold ground.

Neither Bud nor Jim was the bold or brave types, they found their situation defenseless. The two nerds were then ordered to each drink of a small bottle filled with a special conceptual brew. Marcia telling how the elixir was as much an aphrodisiac as it would help to ease the pains felt after many harsh sessions of raw sexual intercourse.

They were scared, one looked at the other as they both tipped the small bottles up, and slurped even the last drips of the brewed elixir, like geeks, doing logically as told!

Marcia looking amused then, told that for there part as being mislead jerks, that from drinking the brew they would get off easier than what was to happen to Richard as it had happened already to Stan.

"Now then, while you two are able to think coherently still, I want to know who put you up to this, was it Richard?" Nichole asked, as she placing her hand inside her small purse and ready to sift on the sparkle to get the boys growing.

Both geeks felt like pawns in a game played by minds greater they their own. Together like puppets they sat there and agreed on Richard being the planner and Stan the huckster who got them to agree with helping make the plan work. Hearing this, Marcia was the one who would do the deciding this time, she dipping into her purse sifted then on the two snitches some white sand, and sprinkled it down over their heads making for immediate growth spurts to begin.

The two geek nerds whined as their tormentor said to them, "Yes, something is happening and the two of you are in this up and over your necks. Soon the two of you will be feeling a dire need, when the spirit moves you, walk as best you can up hill and to the Simmons farm. You may want to jump the fence, but go around and use the main gate. Go then to the stables there, not the barn. You need to wait there for us to come in the morning. Oh by the by, expect feeling some strange panging desire to want for fucking of anything female, try hard to ignore it, stay in the stable, choose any a stall, remain calm and leave everything to us!" Marcia said this time, as Nichole stood there silent but nodding her head as if to agree. She adding then to inform the two who would be soon not buddies but adversaries in a battle of rut; but told if they complied, they would be better off to do what they were being told.

Even before Marcia and Nichole had walked away some twenty yards from the two foolish students, they set hunched down forward, puking their guts out on the cold ground and each feeling horridly agonizing pains.

As the girls walked on it was Marcia who spotted the car belonging to Richard, it parked at the top of Simmons hill. One girl looked at the other, then checking their purses they laughed.

Richard stood in the bushes not far away and was looking around for Stan, Jim, and Bud. He was so wondering about them that as he heard a noise, he turned and “Bang,” down he went with a thud.

Moments later, Richard sat up and shaking his head he looked at Marcia as she began the pouring of a syrupy liquid that then drizzled, covered his face. Through teary eyes Rich saw Nichole come close and she then sprinkling on him some white crystals like sand.

Richard started to get up, but Nichole took her foot and gave him a hard kick in the chest. " Stay down, you bastard! You had those nitwits try to screw with us, but instead I think you are the one they will be wanting to fuck, and for some time to come." Nichole said with a sneering sort of laugh. She watched then as a gut wrenching pain hit Richard in his stomach.

Groaning as his face felt like it was lit afire and his guts were churning, he was only able to clutch his arms to his stomach as he then began to puke. Puking everything in his stomach and that he had eaten the past few days, the latter coming out his mouth as upchucked, partially digested food that stuck like crap.

His two tormentors stood there over Richard plaguing him with verbal taunts, and suggesting that same line over and over again about Jim and Bud would want to fight for the chance to give then Richard a hard screw job.

Richard screamed until from the pain he became unconscious.

“Damn lucky that dirty bastard, his blacking out will spare him his rightful due and the ignorance then of becoming a dumb animal!” Marcia grumbling as she stood there with arms folded and pouting.

Nichole then laughed, she saying to her friend, “Wrong sister dear, way wrong, fainting for Richard is good to our purpose. As when he awakes near morning he will stammer to stand on all fours, being then a jennet donkey, female not male. He will then know fully as to what he was, and what he became, more too, he will feel terrible for losing his maleness. Worse for him too is the feel of the forbidding sensation from him being then female and a jennet donkey in full onset of her time of estrus. No this is a good thing, and then let his two geeky friends fight for the right to come a fuck Richard cross-eyed!”

Morning came early and clear as another very warm September day began. Marcia drove into the Simmons Farm, she parking in the driveway near to the main house. Getting out their car the two heard bestial screams coming from behind the stables.

"What can I do for you young ladies," asked Mister Simmons as seeing he had visitor he came out of his house and cordially greeted the pretty ladies.

"Good morning Sir, we saw from the road that you had four Donkeys. We wanted to get some pictures of them for our school year book, a public interest sort of thing," said Nichole as Marcia snickered.

Pointing the way, Mister Simmons took the lead with the girls and their cameras; he wondered how the girls knew of his sudden and newest acquisition of some fine animals just wandering to be inside his corrals. Then as they rounded the corner of his barn, they all stopped to look in the corrals. One of the Donkeys saw the girls with Mr. Simmons and as if wishing to show what it felt as bad, turned a big butt toward the girls. The animal lifted its tail high, showing its large and glistening vulva, it winking with wanton lust, looked oily as if coated with jennet juices.

Standing not too far away, it too stood with a furry butt toward the girls, but was not female but a male. He, it was standing like trying to ignore the girls, but they saw how the virile donkey had an outrageously erect penis sticking out of the sheath and swing with pulses of sensual passion.

Mister Simmons thought to explain said, “Those two been messing around and woke me out of a sound sleep they grunting and huffing. He might quit for the moment but, from early morning they were at it. See there the donkey Jack has his maleness still hanging, that black cock still erect and dripping wet with the remains of female donkey juices and his ejaculated semen.”

Just then a soft bray as two other Donkeys slowly walked closer to the girls. One being larger was a very heavy breathing Jack as the smaller and looking half fucked to death was a younger jennet.

"Looks like they have been having some fun too," said Marcia.

The other two Donkeys wandered very close to the girls, as Mister Simmons stepped back. The larger light frown male stood with his cock tight up into the sheath as he nibbled at, like trying to kiss the hand of Nichole. The other tried to touch Marcia on her hand, but stood as well holding her tail held high, willing to show her vulva to all, it soaked with donkey drippings.

Mister Simmons seemed a tough sort, he talking boldly about the animal and their obvious sexual passion, he said, "As best one can tell both jennets are in heat. The Jacks have been very busy since early this morning, but even after a dozen mountings each, the orgy goes on and on," grumbled Mister Simmons.

Marcia turned to Nichole as both broke out laughing wildly.

Mister Simmons felt as if his being there was stupid and said before walking away, "Take your pictures girls cause the truck from my Brother-in-Law will be here for the black male and the smaller female. I called him this morning at breakfast and he plans to breed them along with his others, to make a leased Donkey basketball business!

I plan to keep these other two here for a while, if nothing else just to watch and see their various odd techniques!" Mister Simmons then turned his back to the corrals and guests as with a shrug of his shoulders he walked back to the house.

Waiting for Mister Simmons to get inside his house, Marcia then said, "See boys and now girls I told you, you would feel stupid soon, and looking foolish as well, now you are perfected! Remember to do what in your mind says is the natural. Do refrain from sullen withdrawal from being what we made of you, and being now as items of property, there is always the slaughterhouse that will accept new comers!"

Jim and Bud stood there and nodding were in agreement, if they were to bear a curse, then to be male donkeys and get to mate, this was easier than being like Stan and Richard, they on the bottom felt each the thrust of an immense shaft!

To all their endings were in plain sight!

Author: K. Rooste	Species: Men to Donkeys	Date: Sep. 17, 2010	Rating: X
Screwed Dudes
"Hey, hey guys, we, we are men and they...their women, females!" Richard announced. "Hey nothing big tough guy, I would like remind you they are the most obstinate pair in the school. Worse too and just as odd is the mother of Nicole, she being a palm reader, has a reputation of being a witch, she can do some retribution for making her daughter feel foolish. We following this great plan would bring the mother down on us." said Jim. "I agree with Richard, this would be great fun, why we could spring it in them and as a reward get then fun screwing time. Marcia is the better of the two, angry she gets aroused, horny, and has a need then to play, doing anything you might ask!" Stan said in agreement with Richard. Bud, he just sat there like a lump looking and listening. "OK, Rich what you got, give the particulars for a plan?" Stan asked. "Stan is quite correct in his statement, as of all the girls in our class, Marcia ranks number one as the hottest, and Nichole a close second. I know too, that come the weekend, after being attentive in the extreme during the week, they go wild on the weekend. To say they get a bad case of the hot’s only adds and makes them perfect for to photograph when angry or doing what they do best; both are perfect for my plan. Once they go out with us on Friday next, I will fake a car problem and stop the car on the steep and curving hill there along Simmons Road. Simmons Road is where we spring the trap, there at or near the bog there where it is always foggy and being dusk when we do this it becomes real spooky. You all know it that is where Jonas Blake drove his Chevy off the curve and rolled it down the embankment there. He ending up sinking to Hell in the quicksand, remember last spring? Memories of his dying there, the misty fog and getting dark should with the leaving them there be enough to get them to get scared, ranting then, and Bud and Jim to be there and take pictures for the yearbook. The girls will be upset and once outside of the car and when I take off as if to leave them there, Stan can stir them up. Stan will be with them and sound off as if angry at me. I will join up with Jim and Bud, we then near the ridge above Simmons farm. As Stan and the girls start to walk back into town we three will grab Stan when the girls are not looking, they will go nuts there alone and scream their fuzzy heads off. I plan to use my infrared film in the camera and photo them. We can all have a good laugh on them then, right, OK?" Rich explained. He standing there then looked to his friend for some sign of a mutual agreement. The plan worked up to and until that Friday night when Richard had his three riders outside the car and ready to help push it to keep it moving, when he floored the gas pedal and raced of, leaving the girls and Stan as if to fend for themselves. There on that lonely dirt road in the middle of a bog, and had two angry young ladies in the company with Stan to sell them a story. "What a jerk your friend is Stan," grumbled Marcia. The three walked slowly alone the dirt road; it was foggy and damp, as Stan felt a chill stood for a moment and shivered. "What is it with you Stan, you are all so nervous. Oh I get it now! Marcia, we are believed to be gullible and simple minded, to get really angry while some jerk in the bushes takes our picture for the school year book, am I right on that Stanley," asked Nichole in a very angered tone to her voice. "Stan, you of all our friends, you would not be part of such an underhanded thing like that, to make Nichole and I as…, insulting me your best girl, Stanley?" Marcia stepped closer to Stan and with her index finger she began to twine and play in his head of long hair. As her other hand began to stroke his chin she planted a rich kiss on his lips. Then she gave Stan a push backwards as the two of them fell off the road surface, and into the ditch. "If they want to take some pictures then they can do it of us both. I am so hot; I need to feel some passion shoved up inside of me!" Marcia yelled, she loud enough to alert anyone within a quarter mile, Stan hopeful that Jim and Bud were close and had the camera ready. He might not mind giving Marcia her great weekend desire, if not for the sand-burs pricking at him. Nichole walked a short distance further along the road to give her girl friend a few minutes of personal privacy. Suddenly Stan lost his delight in the plan. As from where he was, he had quite the view, if not given something to tickle with his tongue. Such fun frolicking sometimes went longer and was better any fool idea to humiliate his girlfriend. Quick as he could Stan helped Marcia as she striped him and he her, they were primed for such as this! Just to here Stan and his schmuck beckoning for Marcia to do to him what she willed, he said so unbelievably, "I am ready and willing my sweet!" He expected to enjoy the molestation of one female upon his naked self. Instead he saw Nichole come at him too, she naked as a Jaybird, and with plans to do more to him that what he might think as pleasurable. Like two Hawks swooping down to pluck up their prey, Marcia and Nichole jumped onto Stan. As one girl pinned his arms down and the other his legs. The two laughed. Nichole had with her a small bottle taken from her purse and with one hand dug sharp finger nails into the already erect erection on Stan. Naturally he screamed like hell, as he did, she popped the cork out the small bottle and let it pour the contents into his mouth. The Marcia jumped up and stood away as if expecting Stan to react violently to what was put in his mouth and by hold closed his nose from breathing, Nichole forced the swallowing of her potent potion. "What the hell Marcia," groaned Stan, he coughing and near choking on the thick slurry that went down his throat. "Hell indeed, do tell us, what is the plan is or I assure you what tomorrow brings is what will make you look and feel the fool for years to come!" Nichole poisoning as her potion went to work poisoning her victim rightly. Stan sat up, he not minding the discomfort coming from prickly sand-burs under his naked butt, he coughing still, looked at the two females there and oddly he said nothing. Then he looked from one girl to the other and back again, before daring to get to his knees. "There is no plan," he said. Nichole knelt down being just a little higher up on the ditch side than Stan kneeling there in the bottom of the ditch. She had there her small purse. She opened it and with one hand reaching inside, took from it what looked like a hand full of fine black colored sand. Stan all hot and sweaty, as Nichole sifted the black sand down and on, over, and around on his mighty an erect maleness. No sooner did the sand touch and from his sweating, stuck to Stan, than he started to moan and groan as if in pain. Nichole leaned over and whispered into his ear saying something that made Stan look up at her as gawking, if surprised or horrified. Slowly and in pain he shook his head back and forth to indicating his saying "No!" "I am the daughter of my mother, and she Stanley, when she was in college many years ago did join a sorority known figuratively as “The Circean Daughters. She learned the ideals and mannerisms of the societies’ Matriarch, and like they, like mom, like me, I fervently hate men! There is for me only one reason to keep a man, a male still human and that is to quell in me the weekly passions I feel to get screwed. You Stanley, I predict now your schooling as complete, I know this because you know all of what shall need to have for smarts considering that less than tasting drink. I changed more than just your future by forcing you to drink and swallow what my mother brewed for me as a protection from men. Shut up and listen, when your pains stop, do your best at getting to the Simmons family farm, there come the morning I shall come there and we meeting, will talk more then." Nichole told Stand, she given her clothing by Marcia. The two girls getting dressed were ready to turn their terror upon some other young males. Both girls walked off into the mist, they talking together, Nichole planning to find the others in this plot and deal with them similarly. Stan could only hold his arms and hands clutched tightly to his guts, as from there his pain felt the worst. He looked off at Nichole with a pathetic expression, wanting to plead to her to stop what she had done, but there was something that her retribution upon him seemed as quite proper. Nichole was a tough cookie! She would nary cringe or turn away from her looking at a man suffering. She would sometimes stand there and smile to see a fellow male student injured, whether during school sports or due to a fight. Stan only partially understood what was happening to him, he knew Nichole felt on pity for him, and what might be worse, neither then was Marcia. Stan was always there dutifully when Marcia was in heat, her problem happened weekly, she having that need to get laid. She, Marcia said how she appreciated Stan, especially because and unlike some others she tried, Stan had nice manners and manicured fingernails. Stan began to experience a need. If from what he drank caused the happenings, what stunned him first was the discomforting feel of his human ears beginning to grow. To look at his body and from the feeling about his ears, Stan could do nothing but sit there naked as he watched. He seeing his skin color change, it discolored becoming darker, as within an hours time he had a black thick hide and it sprouting out patches of coarse fur. If from what he drank began as a soft voice maybe of Circe, telling this a victim of her aged art what to expect and by informing, cause added sense of horror. In his addled mind then spoke a voice, this would be the same voice that spoke to anyone fool enough to place in their mouth such a vile potion, and be ignorant worse to swallow. “Yes my dear, you shall cease to know the real you as part of the human race. Your future lies with living like the animal I deemed now for you to become. I and they who know my ideals do swear and oath as to allegiance, we despise men! Old or young, be they born as male, their age matters not, we decide what we have a use or need and uphold our tradition. Captivating of men, they are made then into something useful. Changing them to something animalistic, they being already bestial, find their new form as befitting how they acted when confronted by one of our society. Gaining of value, such male animals we make use of their talents, or often we decide to sell them”. Hearing such spiteful thoughts in his head, Stan found his pains greater. If it be an oddity, Stan and his new knowledge as well to realize his physical doom, he was gaining a horrid sense of becoming horny. This did not cause him any arousal; on the contrary, his maleness seemed to be shrinking. In his mind there was that voice, it seemingly of a woman talking to Stan, she knew of his sensations and this causing her to laugh, saying as she did laugh, “How it humors me to see and feel what you feel, knowing now of what you know, and then as you change I shall laugh, me knowing just how much an animal my potion shall make from a human ear into a true animal!” Stan screamed him hearing the echoing in his ears of Circean words, he had ears as if on fire, painful as they grew and became those of his new animal self. Reaching of his hands to touch and grip at them, finding them longer, pointed, and gaining fur, Stan groaned out his mouth his since of denial, saying then, “No…,” Nichole knew, she that daughter of a sorority society member, she just smiled at knowing of what Stan was soon to discover. “I should leave you soon, as those in the society are all watching. They will enjoy seeing what you need go through, having seen it before and know it is never a pleasant scene. I tried it once, just to gain a better feel for what it is like to change from being human to become as but a brute animal. Others in the society have tried it as well, a few deciding the life of raw sensations is what they liked best, and continued their existence as the animal of their choice. Even recently, as Nichole did to young Jonas Blake, he youth thought to have driven off the road and with his car, sank to his death in quicksand. That report was in part truthful, although just his car sank into the mire, he lives still, if but changed, and crude, resides for the present at the Holster farm. Great insight this Nichole, she truly is her mother’s daughter, owning the memory to remember read spells and recall them at will. Indeed she is and good as was I, our memories equal. She poisoned Jonas and spellbinding him to remember as know of what he was and then became, living daily as a swine boar in the farm sty. Jonas, beast as a young man, loved to finger sticking and stirring fellow lovers, did to Nichole who thought it revolting. She abhorred it when Jonas with slimed finger would sniff of it and suck his fingers clean, wanted then to kiss his lover; Nichole made of him an animal his delights prescribed as soon instinctive manners. He already of dark colored skin became as a swine boar a bastard between two breeds of pig. Became did he then as one large, matured Berkshire boar hog, as worthy being a herd sire, knows best the rumps of sows and leaves pretty women to his dreams. Rare is it when someone so changed and becoming a large beast do they change in attitude and act lovingly. Jonas tried to win back his humanity by acting then like a friendly puppy dog. He so wished to remain there near Nichole, he attentively at her side, did oink happily even when she led him to the Holster farm where he then joined their herd of swine. Oh, I do apologize for my boring you with details. To be sure, you are not to become a pig, no your ears are long now a very furry. Your face and nose is merging with your upper lip to become the muzzle of a donkey. Yes, a donkey, you like your friends, when they drink the potion, all shall become as those morbid looking equines, unattractive of form, so much that some people think they look cute. Do enjoy soon the burning pains that come when and where the greater changes are about to occur. You stomach pain shall ease soon, as sharper pains will engulf you genitals. You need not look at them, as they for you having used them so nicely to quell Marcia and Nichole on the weekends, that maleness of you will recede. Gone shall they be, embodied inside the new you, testicles as ovaries, and that stout penis as a vagina slit better know on a jennet donkey as her vulva. O so few of those changed and being born a male, we allow remaining as males. You in your situation shall need to learn how to live life by being a donkey jennet, you a female donkey. Even now, your male penis shriveled, it shrinking and the testicles too remind one of sun dried prunes. It is better for you if you try not to scream, screaming damages brain cells and when a man is changing form, and if you scream, you will scream your mind into becoming as an ignorant beast. Bestial Jonas, he was strong in his tolerance of pain. He, I thought of as quite remarkable considering, when first entering past the fence-gate into the swine sty, he acted as if mentally prepared for doing what he would need for his new existence and the performing his duties as a boar. He has shown noteworthy endurance, understanding still of what he should eat and/or his ignoring what could ruin his excellent health. His mating ritual keeps him as a valued breeder boar. He does not act like a brute beast that often injures his sows when mounted and thrusting. But too much about Jonas, as you being naked has grown nicely a thick pelt of coarse donkey fur. You may begin to feel passion coming from minute orgasms happening due to scents in the air, notating the smell of male animals, you needing them to quell those now female desires for donkey mating. Tantalizing is it not the strange way the body conforms. The knowing of what is a female lust to feel as grasp at an invading maleness, and realize the sense of denial turning toward the passions coming from female lust. To know how you look forward to feeling of that long cock of such girth and that huge bestial cock head spreading the vulva and once inside you, when he thrusts, it will suck out the eggs from hot ovaries.” “Ouch,” Stan says, he with fast changing hands and arms reaches behind his butt, feeling as he finds there a new appendage, this his donkey tail. I warned you not to scream, what you felt was the spine jutting out your tail, it is something you will find useful as well sensual. Rank is the scent your vulva expels, pheromones to draw close a male donkey, and the scent as bad as ifs the feel of passion knows that only the male animal in you can stop those panging desires. This is the true curse on a female, the need for occasional rutting or rooting of a male organ inside a female to ease the need for a male. It is easy to see how the changes are spreading, and overwhelming your human form. Brown fur is growing out of you, spreading, it being something different than common donkey gray. This fur color should fetch a better price for you when sold at auction.” ”What?” Stan says, if not his transformation to become an animal be not terrible, and then to realize he as a she would be sold at auction, this seemed the final straw! “You stare with those dark orb eyes as if by my stating that soon you should be sold at auction is something unheard of, it is not, as by then to all eyes looking at you, even your own eyes, you will be then a jennet female donkey” The voice maybe of Circe so said, echoing inside a donkey bone skull, where little human intelligence can remain for long without waning away bit at a time until bestial ignorance wins another convert. Such as what Stan knew he was and would get, that the feel equal to ten such estrus periods culminating all at once, the sensation forced some changed men to go mad or try to kill themselves. Whatever Stan would do, he needed to go through it like would his friends, and those still to come that might meet a sorority sister from this their uncommon society. * * * * * Meanwhile, Richard had stopped driving and parked his car along the road and near to the hill top. He got out and expected to there Jim and Bud, but they were nowhere to be found. Grumbling about his cowardly geek friends, he worked his way along side the road, until he heard a scream of someone, a female he thought, this made him stop and smile. Somewhere there too, Bud and Jim had set their own trap and laid in the tall grass along the road half way up the hill. They were so amused and began talking too loud as not to be noticed, even at a distance, all was fun until Nichole came suddenly from out of the bushes behind them. A scuffle and then Marcia piled onto the heap. The girls had the two geeks outmatched and soon too outwitted, as they having ripped off the clothing from a man when feeling it an urgent need, they had the two friends soon naked, humiliated, and kneeling seated attentively upon the cold ground. Neither Bud nor Jim was the bold or brave types, they found their situation defenseless. The two nerds were then ordered to each drink of a small bottle filled with a special conceptual brew. Marcia telling how the elixir was as much an aphrodisiac as it would help to ease the pains felt after many harsh sessions of raw sexual intercourse. They were scared, one looked at the other as they both tipped the small bottles up, and slurped even the last drips of the brewed elixir, like geeks, doing logically as told! Marcia looking amused then, told that for there part as being mislead jerks, that from drinking the brew they would get off easier than what was to happen to Richard as it had happened already to Stan. "Now then, while you two are able to think coherently still, I want to know who put you up to this, was it Richard?" Nichole asked, as she placing her hand inside her small purse and ready to sift on the sparkle to get the boys growing. Both geeks felt like pawns in a game played by minds greater they their own. Together like puppets they sat there and agreed on Richard being the planner and Stan the huckster who got them to agree with helping make the plan work. Hearing this, Marcia was the one who would do the deciding this time, she dipping into her purse sifted then on the two snitches some white sand, and sprinkled it down over their heads making for immediate growth spurts to begin. The two geek nerds whined as their tormentor said to them, "Yes, something is happening and the two of you are in this up and over your necks. Soon the two of you will be feeling a dire need, when the spirit moves you, walk as best you can up hill and to the Simmons farm. You may want to jump the fence, but go around and use the main gate. Go then to the stables there, not the barn. You need to wait there for us to come in the morning. Oh by the by, expect feeling some strange panging desire to want for fucking of anything female, try hard to ignore it, stay in the stable, choose any a stall, remain calm and leave everything to us!" Marcia said this time, as Nichole stood there silent but nodding her head as if to agree. She adding then to inform the two who would be soon not buddies but adversaries in a battle of rut; but told if they complied, they would be better off to do what they were being told. Even before Marcia and Nichole had walked away some twenty yards from the two foolish students, they set hunched down forward, puking their guts out on the cold ground and each feeling horridly agonizing pains. As the girls walked on it was Marcia who spotted the car belonging to Richard, it parked at the top of Simmons hill. One girl looked at the other, then checking their purses they laughed. Richard stood in the bushes not far away and was looking around for Stan, Jim, and Bud. He was so wondering about them that as he heard a noise, he turned and “Bang,” down he went with a thud. Moments later, Richard sat up and shaking his head he looked at Marcia as she began the pouring of a syrupy liquid that then drizzled, covered his face. Through teary eyes Rich saw Nichole come close and she then sprinkling on him some white crystals like sand. Richard started to get up, but Nichole took her foot and gave him a hard kick in the chest. " Stay down, you bastard! You had those nitwits try to screw with us, but instead I think you are the one they will be wanting to fuck, and for some time to come." Nichole said with a sneering sort of laugh. She watched then as a gut wrenching pain hit Richard in his stomach. Groaning as his face felt like it was lit afire and his guts were churning, he was only able to clutch his arms to his stomach as he then began to puke. Puking everything in his stomach and that he had eaten the past few days, the latter coming out his mouth as upchucked, partially digested food that stuck like crap. His two tormentors stood there over Richard plaguing him with verbal taunts, and suggesting that same line over and over again about Jim and Bud would want to fight for the chance to give then Richard a hard screw job. Richard screamed until from the pain he became unconscious. “Damn lucky that dirty bastard, his blacking out will spare him his rightful due and the ignorance then of becoming a dumb animal!” Marcia grumbling as she stood there with arms folded and pouting. Nichole then laughed, she saying to her friend, “Wrong sister dear, way wrong, fainting for Richard is good to our purpose. As when he awakes near morning he will stammer to stand on all fours, being then a jennet donkey, female not male. He will then know fully as to what he was, and what he became, more too, he will feel terrible for losing his maleness. Worse for him too is the feel of the forbidding sensation from him being then female and a jennet donkey in full onset of her time of estrus. No this is a good thing, and then let his two geeky friends fight for the right to come a fuck Richard cross-eyed!” Morning came early and clear as another very warm September day began. Marcia drove into the Simmons Farm, she parking in the driveway near to the main house. Getting out their car the two heard bestial screams coming from behind the stables. "What can I do for you young ladies," asked Mister Simmons as seeing he had visitor he came out of his house and cordially greeted the pretty ladies. "Good morning Sir, we saw from the road that you had four Donkeys. We wanted to get some pictures of them for our school year book, a public interest sort of thing," said Nichole as Marcia snickered. Pointing the way, Mister Simmons took the lead with the girls and their cameras; he wondered how the girls knew of his sudden and newest acquisition of some fine animals just wandering to be inside his corrals. Then as they rounded the corner of his barn, they all stopped to look in the corrals. One of the Donkeys saw the girls with Mr. Simmons and as if wishing to show what it felt as bad, turned a big butt toward the girls. The animal lifted its tail high, showing its large and glistening vulva, it winking with wanton lust, looked oily as if coated with jennet juices. Standing not too far away, it too stood with a furry butt toward the girls, but was not female but a male. He, it was standing like trying to ignore the girls, but they saw how the virile donkey had an outrageously erect penis sticking out of the sheath and swing with pulses of sensual passion. Mister Simmons thought to explain said, “Those two been messing around and woke me out of a sound sleep they grunting and huffing. He might quit for the moment but, from early morning they were at it. See there the donkey Jack has his maleness still hanging, that black cock still erect and dripping wet with the remains of female donkey juices and his ejaculated semen.” Just then a soft bray as two other Donkeys slowly walked closer to the girls. One being larger was a very heavy breathing Jack as the smaller and looking half fucked to death was a younger jennet. "Looks like they have been having some fun too," said Marcia. The other two Donkeys wandered very close to the girls, as Mister Simmons stepped back. The larger light frown male stood with his cock tight up into the sheath as he nibbled at, like trying to kiss the hand of Nichole. The other tried to touch Marcia on her hand, but stood as well holding her tail held high, willing to show her vulva to all, it soaked with donkey drippings. Mister Simmons seemed a tough sort, he talking boldly about the animal and their obvious sexual passion, he said, "As best one can tell both jennets are in heat. The Jacks have been very busy since early this morning, but even after a dozen mountings each, the orgy goes on and on," grumbled Mister Simmons. Marcia turned to Nichole as both broke out laughing wildly. Mister Simmons felt as if his being there was stupid and said before walking away, "Take your pictures girls cause the truck from my Brother-in-Law will be here for the black male and the smaller female. I called him this morning at breakfast and he plans to breed them along with his others, to make a leased Donkey basketball business! I plan to keep these other two here for a while, if nothing else just to watch and see their various odd techniques!" Mister Simmons then turned his back to the corrals and guests as with a shrug of his shoulders he walked back to the house. Waiting for Mister Simmons to get inside his house, Marcia then said, "See boys and now girls I told you, you would feel stupid soon, and looking foolish as well, now you are perfected! Remember to do what in your mind says is the natural. Do refrain from sullen withdrawal from being what we made of you, and being now as items of property, there is always the slaughterhouse that will accept new comers!" Jim and Bud stood there and nodding were in agreement, if they were to bear a curse, then to be male donkeys and get to mate, this was easier than being like Stan and Richard, they on the bottom felt each the thrust of an immense shaft! To all their endings were in plain sight!