TF Story REQUEST - Asinus weed

In this story, a girl smokes a very special kind of weed.

Rose was a college student, one who had just faced a full day of exams at that. We all know that college students sometimes have odd methods of relaxing.

The recreational use of drugs probably isn’t what would be considered odd about Rose’s method, however. Or… rather, the method suggested by one of her friends.

They had offered her weed, something seemingly inconspicuous. Just a little something to take the edge off a long, stressful day.

This particular batch of weed hadn’t come from the students’ default coffee shop, but rather from a shady website that claimed to sell ‘unique’ types of weed. Rose’s friend, unable to resist the temptation of such a claim, had now offered this weed to Rose, eager to see the effect it would have.

At first, nothing happened – but that was just waiting for the high to hit.

As Rose began to feel a sense of relaxation wash over her, a rush of different emotions overcame her as well, accompanied by a tight, warm feeling in her pants. This was something that required her attention immediately.

She checked if her friends were paying attention, and they seemed too busy with their phones to notice Rose’s fingers slipping down her jeans and into her panties.

However, where Rose’s fingertips had intended to find a clitoris, they were rather brushing against a large bump – a growing, sensitive bump.

“What the-?” Rose exclaimed, quickly withdrawing her hand from her pants. Her friends quickly looked her way; they watched as Rose struggled to take off her tight jeans – she already possessed a rather rotund behind which she liked to accentuate with skinny jeans, but she seemed to be actively bloating, the jeans tightening against her skin.

With some effort, and likely seam pops, Rose managed to wrangle her jeans to her knees, only to be greeted by what only could be described as a mini cock, pushing up against her panties as it went straight into an erection.

“What is this…?” Rose mumbled, absentmindedly pulling down her panties to watch her cock grow. Beneath it, the skin of her labia had fused, and testicles were beginning to grow in the newly formed skin.

Rose couldn’t resist – her new cock was hard, throbbing, and desperate for its first cum. It continued to grow as Rose went to town – but soon noticed her hands were becoming stiff, refusing to cooperate.

Thankfully, she was able to finish just before the rest of the transformation set in – she ejaculated onto the coffee table in front of her, loudly braying as she fell forward.

Her face nearly made contact with the table, but she was able to catch herself. Getting back up, however, would prove to be impossible.

Rose found herself unable to push back using her elbows – they seemed to be rotating, somewhat painfully, toward the front of her body.

Her hands had completely stiffened, her nails now black and seemingly fusing her fingertips together.

She could hear her friends mumble – but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She tried to call out to them, but her voice had turned to some strange sound – ‘hee-haw,’ she brayed, intending to shout a confused ‘help’.

In her mind, she was still human, but her physical form was quickly transforming into some kind of animal. And her confusion would not last for long.

Her hands continued to merge, and the nails turned to solid, black hooves as her arms morphed and grew into hairy front legs.

Luckily, Rose had already taken her pants off most of the way – as the tail that had popped out of her back with mighty force would surely have torn them apart.

Her Mt. Dew T-shirt gave way as Rose’s shoulders broadened, now broad and hairy. Her feet shrunk and morphed out of her red flip flops with ease.

The more her body changed, the happier Rose became with the change. She wanted more – a sense of euphoria washed over her, growing stronger with every tuft of fur that grew on her new body. One of the side effects of the weed was an overwhelmingly increasing sense of pleasure as the transformation got further in progression.

Her brown hair became rough and short to form a mane down her neck as her face finally began to morph, removing the last of the girl’s humanity – along with her mind.

Her nose began to stretch, and her jaw followed as her teeth seemed to widen. Her nose slowly flattened to the front of her face, her tongue lengthened, and hair covered her face as her ears shifted.

Her entire body covered in fur, her hooves fully formed, and her face now long and broad, Rose had completed her transformation into a donkey. Not just a female donkey, either – a fully male donkey.

He breyed loudly at the twenty-somethings that sat on the couch opposite him, his front hooves still resting on the coffee table where human rose had previously come whilst mid-transformation.

Rose was now a donkey, a male donkey, and it was up to her friends to figure out how to get her out of the student accommodation.

Surely, they would get in massive trouble if they were found to have broken the no-pets-rule. Perhaps a nearby petting zoo would take her…