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I had been chatting with Something Wild, and he showed me a couple of his pics ([1] & [2]) including two of women turning into donkeys. I thought the pair might be connected, and this story was the result of that.

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Over the weeks, they had gotten to know each other rather well. Their enclosures were not much more than a few expanses of chain link. The floor was concrete, and had a slight curb that ran under the fencing. On the only solid wall was a locked door with a small window that allowed a view of a sandy courtyard. Opposite this wall, set into the chain link, was a bin their food was deposited in, and a basin filled with water. They had known each other before, in fact they had been taken together as they slept huddled under an overpass. Jordan had been pressing for more intimate terms to be woven into their relationship, but Judy was against it. The weather was turning colder, and he was sure she would relent as she spent her first winter on the streets.

He had to admit, they were more intimate now than either would have liked. Living like caged animals had stripped them of their modesty in front of each other, though they still did their best to cover their nude bodies when the orderlies came for their daily checkups. The shared adversity had also strengthened their relationship more than their captors had expected. They had helped each other as best they could as their ‘D-2’ tattoos had healed, and this had progressed to a limited exploration of the other’s body through the chain link. Today they were interrupted in their continued attempts at intimacy by the door at the end of the hall opening an hour earlier than was normal.

“Down here we have experimental group D-2, Equus Asinus virulent recombinant strain, in regression.” The sound of hard leather soles against the concrete drew near, and and they stood as Dr. Marcus came in escorting men in military uniforms.

They had learned the consequences of trying to talk during these examinations early on in their confinement, so they stood on display for the representatives of whatever military these men served. “I think you’ll like this one, since it leaves it’s victims as docile beasts of burden. The strain is transmitted through the consumption of infected food or water. It can even be seeded into rain clouds with the purchase of some extra equipment.”

They looked at each other through the chain link. This wasn’t the spiel they usually heard. It should be about how their health has improved, after the initial colds they had. This was the first they had heard about tainted food, and they reached for each other as they inspected their food bins.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll follow me, this way.” The doctor lead the military men further down the hall, “we’ll continue with the demonstration.” They left through a door to the courtyard, as two orderlies entered carrying long cattle prods. The locked doors to the courtyard emitted an electric buzz, then the noise of a bolt being drawn, and they swung loosely on their hinges.

“...activates the strain within the infected victims through those sprinklers above the doors,” Dr. Marcus was continuing the sales pitch outside. “So long as your forces aren’t infected, they’re safe, as you’ll see when my men bring out the subjects.”

The men prodded the couple into the courtyard through a curtain of rain being sprayed from above the doors. The orderlies followed through the water, and took up positions between the couple and the group of onlookers. The naked pair began rubbing their eyes as the water made them burn.

“The activation serum can be absorbed through the skin, but will act faster if it’s able to come in contact with a mucus membrane or open wound. That is to say, it works best if it gets in their eyes, nose, mouth, genitals, anus, or something like a splinter or cut. You can see the subjects are experiencing a mild burning sensation in their eyes and throat. This is the beginning of the first stage. The virus will begin to activate first where it has come in contact with the activation serum, then begin on the hands and feet of the victims.”

Judy cried out in surprise and fear as her hands flew to her groin where the water had matted her pubic bush. She stumbled toward Jordan, as the irritant seeped into her crotch. The doctor chuckled, “Some victims may become stimulated from the burning sensations. We may get to see one of the more unusual side effects.” The rest of the crowd looked on with heightened interest.

Reaching her target, she leaned on his shoulder as her left hand explored deeper within herself. “Jo,” she whispered, pleading, “Jo, I need you.” She was having trouble standing, and he helped her to the sandy ground.

“I didn’t want it like this,” he whispered back, but a fire had lit within her eyes, and she rolled over, landing on top of him. In an instant she found his straining member, and slammed herself home with a throaty moan. He didn’t last long under her onslaught, it had been a while for him, but his orgasm triggered hers, and she came to rest for a moment. It had passed quickly for him, but too fast for her, and she began trying to ride his softening erection in an attempt to keep it up. This brought him a sharp pain between his balls and asshole, and he looked down to his crotch.

Grabbing her hips he managed to get her to stop her motion and drew her attention to her own physiology. Her clit was growing, and had turned black. It was already half as big as his dick’s head, and as blood coursed into it, each throb saw another expansion. She didn’t seem to care and went back to her wild ride, slapping her lengthening cock against his belly. He became absorbed in his fear as his own sex refused to react to her attentions and he was more acutely aware of something very wrong below his balls. Finally he slid out of her and she stopped only to look for what had gone missing.

Inspecting his anatomy revealed he could no longer match her need, but she did find a reddened area just below his shrunken manhood. Turning her attentions to this brought an excited hiss from her lover. Her prodding produced an electric shock that flowed up his abdomen, causing him to arch his back involuntarily. His breathing became deep as she explored further. He brought down a hand to help her, while the other was on his chest, playing with an expanding nipple. He was well on his way to orgasm, and her need had quieted, so she sat a moment. His feet had changed, from the ankles down he had a pair of perfect hooves. The beginning of a tail was inching it’s way along the sand as he contorted in an attempt to get more of his hand into himself. The scent of his developing sex was getting to her, and she felt the haze re-taking her. Something was stirring below her waist, and she was starring at it’s home. She rose, and turned her lover over.

The sudden motion startled him, but seeing what was behind him, he got his changing hands braced just in time. His lover filling his new sex drove him over the edge, and the last vestiges of his manhood were lost in the throes of his first female orgasm. His balls were replaced by a pair of teats, the new jenny’s growing tits. Her jack pumped into her as more changes passed unnoticed. In tandem they grew a slight mane and their ears lengthened. Their tails grew tufts of hair at their ends, and their hands finished forming into hooves. Finally the jack tensed, as fluid ran from his jenny and the men with the cattle prods separated the pair, taking the jack inside first.

“Now, without the sexual encounter, they would have remained their original genders. Even then the gender change only occurs in about a third of the subjects. You can see the human side of their personality reasserting itself now, as they realize what they’ve become and what they’ve done. The problem is, it’s too late. their hands and feet are hooves, and in another day’s time, they will be fully formed asses. The jenny may finish her transformation faster, as she appears to have been impregnated during the coupling. This tends to speed things along, and her foal may drop within three weeks.” he turned to the stone-faced military men and began to escort them back inside. “Now, imagine what an increase in labor and meat like this could mean to an army on the move?” They disappeared back inside.