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Squatting over him, I lowered my balls down onto his face, and felt him take a deep breath in. When I raised myself back up, he’d grown a sexy beard from ear to ear.

“Again,” he said, grinning.

I lowered myself back down, and this time I felt his tongue slowly lick my taint from ass to balls. I moaned in pleasure, and lifted myself up to see that his whole body had grown: his shoulders, his chest, his arms, his legs – all had swollen with muscle.

“One more,” he said.

I dropped my body down, pressing my dick against his face, and felt his rough beard against the sensitive skin of my cock. When I listed myself back up, he had a dazed look on his face, and his ears had grown furry and tall like a rabbit’s.

“Am I your gym bunny now?” he asked, lisping a bit through buck teeth.

“You are,” I said, leaning down to kiss him.

“Awethome,” he lisped.

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Donkey – Int’l Donkey(boy) Week – Story Pt. 1

Story by

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The bar was lively given the time of night, music playing in the background, men huddle together with groups of friends, chatting among themselves at booths or playing games of pool further back in the bar.

Chris Pratt sat at the bar alone, nursing a luke warm club soda, not able to drink any alcohol due to his early flight in the morning. Thinking of that has him groaning, he was only on the famed amusement park, Pleasure Island, for a day and he hardly got to explore the place. The island was hard to get tickets to, even if you were the richest most famous person in the world they were hard to come by. From stories it was said the tickets were sent out randomly, which Chris never did care about prior to his arrival to the island when he found the maroon envelope in his dressing room a few months back, inside was a single silver ticket with his name on it.

‘You lucky bastard!’ Chris Hemsworth had said in a playful tone.

His other cast mates shared similar reactions, each happy there friend got chosen for a ticket, yet a little jealous they haven’t. Hearing their excitement had made Chris curious about this place, making him wanting to go and see what the place was all about.He had looked down at the ticket, taking in the detail of it, the bright bold printed date on the front when he was to leave for the island and where he was to go for the departure. He would luckily be finished filming the movie by then so he decided to go and make a vacation of it.

“Some vacation.” He mutters bitterly.

“Having trouble?” A voice startles him, looking to see a man in his mid twenties standing on the other side the bar. His name tag read ‘Dylan’. Dylan looking at Chris with soft green eyes, his hair shaved down at the sides while the top of it was a little grown out, styled upwards with some kind of hair product. the guy was handsome to say the least. He gave Chris a small smile,the smile causing Chris’ stomach to flip for some reason, waiting for the actor to speak, and for some reason, Chris would blame his eyes and that smile of his, he does, telling the stranger about the day he had.

Not long after he made it to the island, only just walking into his hotel room, he gets a call, his agent saying he needed to come back to the States, how the next Avengers movie filming date got pushed up and he had to be on set in two days. Chris argued to get an extension but to no avail. Annoyed he hangs up, books a flight back home and has to wait for the next ferry to leave out in the morning to take him to the airport to catch his flight.

“So you can see why I’m not too pleased.” Chris says with a defeated sigh. Sliding the soda the bus boy had given him a while ago, no longer interested in drinking it.

“That’s a bummer man, tickets to this place are hard to come by, and most the time the Island’s PR team don’t send out second ones for return trips.” Dylan says.

Chris groans, of course they wouldn’t, he was kinda hoping he could get a ticket to come back at a later date, but after hearing what Dylan said that would be a no go.

“Don’t worry though, just gotta make the most of your time left on the island is all.” Dylan says, grabbing a small glass and turns his back to Chris, busing himself at the bar.

“How am I supposed to do that? This time of night most places are closed.” Chris asked, which was kinda of a surprise when he read that in the pamphlet he was given on the ferry ride here. He understood some places closing when it was late at night, but thought more would be open given the island’s exclusivity.

“Yeah, but the bar’s still open.” Dylan says, grinning as he turns back to Chris, a glass of a golden brown brew in his hand. “This is a exclusive drink only brewed and served here on the island.” he places the glass in front of Chris.

Chris studies it, the scent the drink gives off his strong, but not terrible, it smells good actually. “I can’t. I shouldn’t be drinking when I have to leave and do a lot of traveling.” he says, sliding the glass away, normally one drink wouldn’t hurt, but he doesn’t know how strong the alcohol will hit him.

“Don’t worry man, this isn’t a hard kind of liquor, well not to hard, at first yeah you’ll get a good buzz from it, but it wears off pretty fast, and doesn’t leave you with a nasty hangover.” Dylan says, sliding the glass back to Chris. “At least take a sip? After all it’s an island special, and on the house.” He adds with a wink.

Chris ponders for a moment, taking the glass in his hand. He brings it up to his mouth, taking a small sip of it, feeling the alcohol sting a little as it goes down his throat.

“It’s got a strong taste.” Chris says as he sets the glass down. It doesn’t taste bad, it’s good actually, really good, probably one of the better alcoholic drinks he’s had.  He told himself he’d just take a sip and that be it, so to say he had done so while he was there, but he ends up taking another longer sip, before he knows it he’s knocking the glass back, downing the last remains of the drink.

“Damn, that was good, really good.” CHris say with a lopsided smile. The alcohol’s effects already taking effect. He feels good, great even, in a much better mood than he was before. His body feeling all warm and tingling. A noise suddenly echos in the bar, sounding like a loud bray from what Chris can tell, followed by some glass breaking.

“What was that?” Chris asks, words a little muffled, he goes to turn around when Dylan’s hand grabs his, drawing his attention.

“Just a few guys making jackasses of themselves.” he says, his lips up turning into a small smirk. Chris focuses on Dylan’s face, his attractive face, thinking how much he wants to kiss that smirk away. Chris doesn’t even think that’s out of character for him, wanting to kiss a man he doesn’t even know all that well, but there he is in his drunken haze wanting to kiss and do more with Dylan as he eyes the man up.

Chris’ vision starts to blur, and suddenly feels a cool breeze hitting his chest, looking down and seeing his shirt is missing, yeah he still has his black leather jacket on, but his black t-shirt he was wearing is absent.

“What happened to my shirt?” he giggles and looks to Dylan, Dylan gaze seems to be focuses on something else. Chris unaware his ears had started to become pointed, growing longer, with a dusting of brown hair covered them as they extend longer, pausing just a shy of passing over his head, standing out a ways to the sides.

“You said you got a little hot and took it off, remember?” Dyan says, Chris nodding along. That sounds like a reasonable excuse to why he’s not wearing it, but why is his jacket still on? It starts to laugh at that, finding it to be amusing than it should be, he’s laughs growing a little loud, a few brays escaping his mouth in his small fit of laughter. His nose starts to grow wider, broadening on his handsome face, taking up more room on it in it’s growth, his hair thickening, starting to grow a little was down his back giving him a small mane. The fur on his ears grows in thicker, causing him to lift a hand up to scratch at it. Not questioning why his ear feels weird and hairy.

“How you feeling now Chris?” Dylan asks, his eyes not focused on Chris face he notices, more so on different parts of him, Chris noticed. He doesn’t really question why, not thinking to do so in his current state.

“I feel great bro, so good and not such a sad grump like I before.” Chris says his smile wide. Something begins pushing out of his lower back, the small bump lengthening, snaking out of his pants as it grows longer,the new appendage grows brown fur over it, the tip growing a bushel of darker brown hairs, his new tail swaying lazily behind him.

Chris shifts in his seat, his crotch starting to expand, the buttons of his jeans popping open as his member lengthen and thickens, He looks down, mesmerized by the sight of his cock growing, watching it snaking out from his opened pants, and out of his jock, the head of it flattening, growing rounder, his cock’s growth and change being the first realization that something’s going on with him. The discovery helping pull Chris out of his giddy drunken haze, looking up to the mirror that’s a little ways to the side, seeing his broader nose, his elongated furry ears, touching them with his hands, as if to see they’re really there and not just him seeing things in the mirror.

Chris’ finds his focus from his ears and nose to his dick, looking down tempted to touch it, arousal growing within him, wanting to wrap his hand around his shaft and just jerk off right there, not even caring he’s sitting in a public bar.

“It feels good doesn’t it?” Dylan’s voice startles Chris, the actor turning to look at him.

“How is this possible?” Chris asks, his voice coming out a little deeper than it was before.

“I can’t give out the secrets of it, my bosses would make an ass out of me, literally.” Dylan laughs.

“So those guys from earlier when you said.” Chris trails off, Dylan’s widen grin his answer enough.

“They had a little too much of the special brew, don’t worry, you won’t end up a full donkey unless you drink a lot of it at once like they had, yours should wear off shortly since I only gave you a small amount.” Dylan says.

Chris is quiet for a moment, processing what Dylan said, he figures he should be furious, after all he was changed into a partial donkey, but looking at his reflection, then his cock, he can’t but help feel more curious than angry.

“If you want to stick around for a bit longer, could share a bottle with you in private, see how far you’d change you, or i could just help you out with that. I’m game with either option.” Dylan says leaning against the bar, getting closer to Chris, his lips just ghosting over Chris’ to tease him. Dylan then gets up, grabbing a bottle and heads to the back room, sending Chris a wink over his shoulder as he disappears into the back.

Chris sits there, pondering for a few moments. He knows what he has to do. He needs to get up, leave the bar and go back to his room, let this shit wear off, get on the ferry and head back to the States. He gets up from his seat, he walks towards the door before he stops, taking a look around the bar, he sees more guys in the bar are in similar states like him, ears and noses more donkey like, others are more progressed, faces pushed outwards into snouts, their shoes bursted open with large hooves sticking out of the ruined sneakers of a few of them in the bar.

With his mind made up, Chris turns around walking back behind the bar, following after Dylan.

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 – Part 2 –

“So, do you invite all the guys to the back to share some magic booze
with to further turn them into jackasses or am I just special?” Chris
teases, sharing a brief kiss with Dylan as they lounge on a couch in the
break room of the bar. Dylan hums, opening the bottle of special brew
and taking a sip from it. 

“Well, it’s been just you. Other’s I’ve kind just fooled around with in
the bar, some light making out, little groping, they always end up going
full on donk before we get anywhere else.” he shrugs, taking another
swig from the bottle and passing it to Chris. 

Chris watches as in fascination as red hairs begin to grow on Dylan’s
ears, the tips beginning to elongate and pull up from his head. Chris’
still donkey cock twitching, a surge of arousal spiking through him. 

Chris watches as in fascination as red hairs begin to grow on Dylan’s
ears, the tips beginning to elongate and pull up from his head. Chris’
still donkey cock twitching, a surge of arousal spiking through him.

“I could explain it all in detail, but do you really want me to do that
now, or would you rather do something a little more fun?” he grins
while, showing his teeth. Chris seeing his front teeth are larger,
beginning to become bucked much like the guys back in the bar were
before their faces began to push further out and form into long muzzles.
Chris thinks about seeing that happening to Dylan, feeling and seeing
it happening to him, making his cock stir even more in anticipation. 

“I guess this is my answer?” Dylan says. 

He takes one more sip of the bottle, setting it on the table in front of
him, red whiskers growing along his face, thickening as the hair
connects together and snakes down his next and under his shirt, no doubt
it spreading across his chest if Chris were to take Dylan’s shirt off. 

Dylan’s hand moves to touch Chris’ cock, Chris groaning in pleasure as
soon as Dylan’s strong hand wraps around the thick base of it, the
bartender slowly moving his hand up and down at a slow going pace,
almost in a teasing manner as Chris rock’s his hips upwards, fucking
into Dylan’s hand.

“I can see you’re already so eager for this. It’s not uncommon, most
guys get super horny not long after they first drink the brew.” Dylan
says, picking the pace up slightly, his other hand coming to cup Chris’
balls, massaging them softly, causing Chris’ moans to grow more frequent
and louder.

“F-fuck, Dylan at this rate you’re going to have me coming like a
virgin.” Chris jokes between his pants, arching more into Dylan’s touch,
as a way to tell Dylan to pick his pace up, which the bartender does. 

“Wouldn’t that be the hot sight? Chris Pratt, one of Hollywood’s
heartthrobs, partially donk’d out, coming like a untouched virgin. Maybe
I should film that and post it on the Pleasure Island’s adult site.”

“I don’t film sex till the third date” Chris laughs, he makes a mental
note later to get Dylan to show him this Pleasure Island adult site
later. 

“Well the drink at the bar could be date number one, this could count as
number two. So just one more and then looks like we’re going to film
some amateur porn. So look forward to that.” Dylan jokes before he moves
closer to Chris, leaning into him and pressing his lips to the actors.
Chris returning the kiss eagerly.

The two sit like that for a few moments, pressed against each other,
kissing while Dylan keeps working Chris’ thick donkey cock, a dribble of
precum oozes from Chris’ widen cock head, running down the base of his
pink swollen cock. 

Their kiss deepens, Chris’ tongue licking into Dylan’s mouth, still able
to taste the special Pleasure Island brew that Dylan was drinking on
prior. Pulling apart, Chris sees feels his nose flatten as it grows
wider, his nostrils forming into two holes on his new partial muzzle. He
briefly touches it, tracing his fingers around it before he then looks
to Dylan. While he had his eyes closed, he didn’t notice of course, too
focused on the kiss and Dylan jerking him off, of Dylan undergoing more
changes. 

Reddish-brown hair covered his face, acting like a beard of wiry hair,
his ears are like Chris’ now, and his nose thicker like Chris’ as well.
“God you look fucking hot.” Chris says, before he cuts off into a
echoing groan when Dylan grips his cock, and uses his other hand to
tease his sensitive head. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself. Shall we spice things up some more?”
Dylan asks, reaching for the bottle and taking a sip, passing it to
Chris for him to take one. Chris takes the bottle, knocking it back and
taking a generous gulp of it, eager to see what sort of changes his body
will go through this time. He looks at Dylan, seeing the bartender’s
bulge that tented his pants grow thicker, making Dylan having to pause
in jerking Chris’ cock in order for him to unbutton his pants, sliding
them down enough for his partial transformed donkey cock to flop out. 

Unlike Chris’ cock that was still fairly human looking in color, Dylan’s
was darkening, turning a dark brown with pale pink spots covering it in
places, more so around the head of his flattened cock head. 

“Drinking the brew as much as I have can have your transformation happen
at a faster pace than someone who’s never had it before.” Dylan
mentions. Chris still transfixed on watching as Dylan’s cock becomes
more and more like a donkey’s, his testicles darkening and growing in
size, hanging a little lower on Dylan’s body once they stop growing. God
he can’t wait to get his mouth on them, to suck on them and tease them
before he tries to suck Dylan off. 

Dylan ends up beating Chris to it though, instead of going back to
jerking Chris off, instead Dylan leans his head close to Chris’ crotch,
sticking his tongue out in time for Chris to watch it get wider and a
little longer Dylan licking a long stripe from the base of Chris’ cock
to the head, locking eyes with Chris as he wraps his mouth around it.
His hand grabbing the base of Chris’ cock once more, bobbing his head up
and down, cheeks hollowing as he sucks Chris’ cock. 

Chris rests his head on Dylan’s head, feeling the man’s hair thickening
under his palm, watching as it grows down his neck, disappearing into
the collar of his shirt. 

Chris thinks for a moment if they should keep drinking the brew, would
he want to become a full donkey? From what Dylan talked about it doesn’t
last forever so he would turn back, after all Dylan’s talked about
drinking it before and he was still human when Chris met him. He thinks
that could be something to explore another time, for now he’s more than
content to have Dylan just sucking him off like this while Chris gets a
good view of the bartender transforming. 

Dylan’s mouth starts to push outwards as he goes down on Chris’ cock,
his lips becoming thicker and rounder, pulling off for Chris to see
Dylan’s longer muzzled face entirely, the man sending him a lopsided
grin before he gets back to working the actor. The difference from
Dylan’s human mouth and his partial donkey one are already noticeable.
Chris thrusting his hips forward, arching into Dylan’s mouth, his moans
getting louder. 

“Fucking ho-HAWWWWW” Chris brays mid-sentence, the sudden bray that
ripped from his mouth doesn’t alarm him in the slightest the actor
finds, in fact it just adds to his increasing arousal state, stream of
precum already flowing from his darkening donkey cock into Dylan’s
mouth, who is happy to swallow his reward. Chris cock turning to a
similar color as Dylan’s head, his balls dropping in size and hanging
lower on him. The feeling of his manhood transforming while he’s getting
the best blow job of his life so far as Chris leaning his head back,
eyes closed, the moan he was about to let out alters into a echoing bray
that fills the room.

While braying like an ass, Chris’ face pushes outward, his teeth growing
larger, sticking out of his mouth till his lips get thicker and
rounder, able to cover his new larger dull buck teeth. Fur his stubble
thickens and grows along his face, making it hard to see his pale skin
underneath the new hair growth that covers part of his face. He can even
feel the hair on his head snaking downwards, no doubt becoming a
partial mane like he watched grow on Dylan, feeling his own growing on
him, imagining how good it must make him look as him eager to change
more, to see how he looks, once Dylan finishes blowing him that is. 

Which doesn’t take much longer, Dylan overworks his cock, his pace
growing more vigorously, Chris feeling his balls tightening, and with
another loud bray, he blows his first load with his new manhood into
Dylan’s waiting mouth. Given his new size Chris cums more than he ever
had before, Dylan unable to swallow it all down, a good portion spilling
out of his mouth and making a mess between the two, not that they mind
of course. Dylan just smiles, his tongue sticking out as he licks up the
mess he made, then moving to kiss Chris, passing some of Chris’ own
semen into his mouth as they kiss with their muzzled faces.

“Enjoying yourself? “Dylan asks, he looks more or less like Chris feels
like he looks now, which makes Chris happy that they’re now at a similar
stage in their progression. “I just came the biggest fucking load in my
life man. I’m loving this!” Chris says, pulling Dylan by the shirt
close to him, claiming the bartenders mouth once again. During their
make out, the begin clumsily stripping fully out of their ruined and
partial cum covered clothing, with the two man now fully naked in front
of each other they see just how much furry body hair the other has
gained. Chris eyeing Dylan up approvingly, loving seeing the thick
forest of reddish-brown hair that covers the man’s chest. Dylan then
guides Chris to a mirror, allowing Chris to really get a good look at
what he looks like now while in this stage. 

Staring at himself, Chris’ thoughts are confirmed when he sees he does
look a lot like how Dylan looks, the blondish-brown hair that covers a
good portion of his body, running a hand over the pelt of it that covers
his torso, tracing an index finger around his nipple and giving it a
slight pinch. He moves his head around, looking at himself in different
angles, noticing how thick and furry his neck looks now, no wonder he
was able to produce such realistic sounding donkey brays, he thinks. 

“Look at you, looking like a fucking stud.” He hears Dylan say by his
side. “I can say the same for you.” Chris says, tuning to face him. 

They close the distance between them, locking lips once again, their
hands roaming over each other’s bodies, Dylan’s hand’s find Chris’ hairy
rounder ass, squeezing the round furry cheeks. 

“Bend over for me.” Dylan says the moment they break the kiss. Smirking,
Chris does as he was told to do, he props himself against a large oak
dresser that’s not to far from them, Dylan coming behind him after he
rummages around for something. Hearing a bottle open and a squirting
noise, the wet sound of Dylan applying lube to his cock only adds to
Chris’ eagerness to get fucked by the bartender. 

Dylan says nothing as he slowly eases the tip of his cock into Chris’ tight ass, the lukewarm lube and the thick donkey head of Dylan’s cock, causes Chris to shudder and moan.

“Just relax, let me take care of you.” he hears Dylan say softly, pushing his cock into Chris more, pulling out then back in. Repeating the process quite a few times to get Chris used to it and to help stretch the walls of his ass enough to take Dylan’s cock easier.

“Oh fuck, Fuck me harder Dylan, it feels so HAWWWW!” a bray erupts from Chris’ mouth cutting his sentence off like before.

“Heee-Hawwww!” Chris repeats unable to speak in those few moments when Dylan does as Chris asked him to do. Picking up his pace, his thrusting going faster, slamming his thick donkey cock into Chris’ ass, Chris moving his hand to jerk his own cock off while he gets roughly fucked, Chris and Dylan both begin to bray together, the two sounding like two actual donkey’s rather than just partial ones.

Dylan’s orgasm builds up, feeling his testicles churning, his load flowing through and up his shaft, and with one final thrust, Dylan blows thick ropes of his cum into Chris’ virgin ass. Chris letting out his loudest bray yet feeling his ass getting filled with Dylan’s seed, his own load erupting from his cock, splattering all over his furry torso and dripping onto the floor with Dylan’s cum that leaks out of Chris’ ass despite Dylan’s cock still plugging it.

“Oh man, that was incredible.” Chris pants, resting his head on his arms, a grin on his face. “What can I say, I’m an ass-man.” Chris can hear the smugness in Dylan’s voice, letting out a huffing laugh at the joke.

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“Doesn’t look like we’ll change anymore unless we drink some more brew.” Dylan says.

It’s been almost twenty minutes since Dylan fucked Chris, the two spending that time cleaning up the mess they’ve made, well Dylan did most the cleaning. Chris felt his feet aching when they started and next thing he knew he was toppling over, his feet knitting together, a black nail growing over his toes as they merged together into a solid form, the black nail that covered them hardening even more, Christ watching as his sneakers started to bulge before they burst open, revealing his new set of hoofed feet, being the reason he suddenly feel and was unable to stand or walk on them.

“You okay? “Dylan asked, biting back his laughter.

Chris looks to him, being on the ground he notices Dylan’s feet, seeing they’re a pair of hoofs as well.

“How come you can stand on these, how are you even able to stand on them?” Chris asked, not seeing how it’s possible to successfully stand and walk perfectly fine with these.

“I’m used to it, and I have great balance.” Dylan says, helping Chris’ up bringing him over to the couch to sit while he finishes up the cleaning. Joining Chris on the couch once he’s done.

“So, now that we had our fun, your transformation should finish fading in about an hour. Think you got plenty of time to make it to your hotel room and then make your boat to the mainland for your plane read back to Hollywood.” Dylan asks a couple minutes later.

“Nah I think I’m good here.” Chris says, drinking from a bottle of water Dylan gave him when he finished and joined him on the couch.

‘This won’t like turn me into a merman will it?’ Chris had teased ‘No, the more mythical creature drinks are on the south side of the island.’ he had said which had made Chris want to ask more questions about the island.

“You sure? I thought you had to get back to do some filming.”

“I do, but I’m Chris Pratt, if they won’t me to be in the movie then they can wait for me to be ready, and I’m going to enjoy my vacation like I intended.” Chris says, this night had him rethinking things, especially after he and Dylan had hooked up and both underwent a transformation together, which those effects were showing signs of fading like Dylan said. Chris already missing how hairy he was before.

“Besides, I might call the other Chris’ and some other cast mates and ask them if they’d like to come out to the island after all now that I got a direct contact on the island.” Chris grins at Dylan. “I’m sure you’d love for your friends to experience the effects of the brew I take it?” Dylan asks, liking how this sounds.

“Of course, why should I be selfish and not share the experience with some of my closest friends. Besides I really want to see what Donk’d out Avengers look like.” Maybe Chris can talk the guys into sneaking some of their avengers costumes to the island, telling them maybe the island wants to do a promotional shoot with them in order for them all to get passes to the island. Surely his friends would be happy to do that since they were so jealous of Chris being able to attend the island before he left.

“I think I can pull some strings and get your friends here. I’d especially want to see a donkified Captain America and of course of you in your sexy Star Lord costume.” Dylan says. The two planning out just how to go about this as they wait.

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The Man hasn’t even touched him and already he’s enthralled. Never think that being dickmatized is not a real thing.

Look, a beautiful cock is something to savor and enjoy…

This is not my youth group pastor. BUT, there’s a resemblance to how he looks now, and it’s enough to get me to admit the typical closeted gay teen stereotype of having developed a crush on a man who I can’t have. I try not to creep the pictures he and his wife share of their family just to see him.

Try. But I definitely do.

Yeah. There’s a resemblance.

Combining saunas and size differences for fun times? Yes please.

Definitely one where he shrunk instead of his dick growing. Also a hot fantasy, fun sized for other’s enjoyment, and overwhelming sensations for him.