"Yes I do!" David said before calming himself down a bit. "Now, now. I know the prospect is exciting you, but we have to go over some things first before we jump into the deep end of the pool," the shop keeper said to the rather eager looking young man. David was 5'10, of average weight, olive skin tone, brown hair with green eyes and broad shoulders. He was dressed in business casual wear, having just stopped at the store he heard about on his way home from work. When he read up on the shop that could allow for most magical fantasies to come true, he had to check it out. It was quite a drive out of his way but it seemed worth it once he was face to face with the red haired shopkeeper. "Ok, so what's the next step if I wanna be a donkey?" David asked with a friendly smile. The shopkeeper sized the man up quickly and had his number. "So do you want to be a donkey forever?" she asked bluntly. David blushed hard as he would be lying if he didn't admit there were days he wanted just wanted to be a donkey from morning til night. Once in a while, the thought of being stuck as a donkey forever would darkly pique his interest. Being more reasonable in the moment, he shook his head. "Maybe for a day or two. Or just partially a donkey, ya know?" he said somewhat nervously as he didn't know how often such questions came up. "Hmmmm, I think I get what you're getting at. I might have a few items around the shop that could provide the desired effect. Just a moment!" she said in a lively voice before grabbing a shoebox from under the counter and making for the shelves. David was nursing a slight stiffy as the woman's enthusiasm was somewhat infectious. She hummed to herself as she moved from shelf to shelf, grabbing this item and that and filling up her box. Before too long, she was back with a number of objects at hand. "Well, first we have this," she said as she pulled out a long, hairy, and very realistic looking donkey tail. It lacked a strap or anything else to connect it to his body, so far as he could tell. "How does it work?" "Well, first of all, this is a real donkey's tail. You stick the end here to the base of your spine. It'll connect, don't worry. From then on, you'll start changing more and more into the exact copy of the donkey that wore this tail just before it's untimely end. Except, it'll imbue you with everlasting life. You'll also gain it's instincts over time, and ultimately, be forced to go along for a ride as you mentally experience the life it would live again." "And does it stop?" "Not until you've grow into a full exact copy of the donkey this tail belonged to, sir. However, a swift, hard pull of the tail will dislodge it and disconnect it from you, reverting any changes. So unless you have a friend on standby, you would want to tug that off before you lose your hands." "Interesting," David said as he pet the actual donkey fur on the tail. It sure did look and feel like a real tail. "Next is the collar. Works similar to the tail in that it tends to change your backend first. Same as before, be sure to take it off as soon as you can so you don't wind up a braying Jack on all fours forever because once you're done changing, you're done," she added with a wink. David blushed and tried hiding the growing erection in his pants. Of course, I have some other tools. This bridle, for instance, can be put on and you'll change until you can fit into it like a proper donkey. Once you take it off, you'll revert back to human." "Next I have a pill that's not my first suggestion for a few reasons." She then took out a rather sizeable looking brown pull. "What's the matter with it?" David asked. "It tends to cause gas, belching, and further kinds of mess and is a rather smelly option, if you ask me. But it will only change you into a donkey until the next sunrise, so not permanent. Just a bit of a gassy donk," she said with a soft laugh. "Then we have the dildo here," she began as she pulled out the rather long looking black member. "You either know how this transformation works without me telling you, or you just don't want it." "I think I'll pass on that option, but a the others seem....fun. Could I buy them all?" The woman's eyes went wide and she seemed to see dollar signs. "Well, I certainly could arrange that for you, sir." Placing all the things, save for the dildo, back into the box, she took out a top before wrapping the box in paper. "And as an added bonus, here's a giant poster of a fat obese mammoth donkey to along with that tail." She pulled out a rolled up poster, and showed it to him. It WAS a fat donkey. A giant mammoth breed that was twice the weight it was meant to be. The photograph was from behind the donkey, showing it's rear end with it's tail slightly up to the side and it's giant black balls hanging low like super oversized grapefruit taking up the entire space between it's wide-legged stance. It was straining it's neck to look backwards around its own obese belly to look at whoever took that photo, with long hunks of grass sticking out of both sides of its ridiculous mouth. It's ears were also much more broad and tall than they should have been. It was a big-eared individual speciman for a species with already big ears. "It weighed a bit over 3000 lbs. 1500 pounds overweight it was, for his breed. The equivalent of a 400 lb man." "Uh, okay, is that supposed to be...?" "Yes, if you were asking if that is the donkey that tail came from. That's him, alright. He died of cardiac arrest, and could barely get around very well. That's the donkey you would begin to turn into." Uh. To be turned into such a disgusting fat filthy beast and stuck with those EARS! But David couldn't help it. His boner got quite a bit stiffer and longer. He couldn't wait to get home and hang this up on his wall. He'd have to hang it in his bedroom, where none of his guests could see it. The damn thing was humiliating. "How much will I owe you?" David asked as he was willing to spend a lot of this were real. "$30 for it all," she said while trying a piece of string around the box. "Oh yes, definitely!" David said as he was clearly on board for what was about to go down. He pulled out his wallet and paid the woman quickly, taking the box in hand. "Now if you have any questions, feel free to call me, ok?" she said as she handed him the box and the poster of the donkey. "Actually, I do have a few questions about that donkey on this poster," he said as he unrolled it to look at the disgusting beast. "Ok, go ahead. I'm all ears!" she said ironically. "Well, first of all, how did it get to that size? Don't they just eat grass and hay all day?" "Ah, yes. Well, not all day they don't. For several hours throughout the day, yes. But this particular individual donkey engorged itself." The word "itself" gave David an even bigger boner for some reason. She continued, "it had a couple of disorders. For one, it had a disorder in the brain that made it feel hungry all the time, even though it obviously wasn't. It also had a hormonal disorder, a hypothyroid issue that caused it to gain even more weight. If it hadn't have died of cardiac arrest, it would have continue gaining weight. It was getting to the point where it wasn't able to move around much anymore." "Uh. Ok. That's....interesting....and that tail in this box...? It will slowly turn me into this exact donkey in its exact state at the time it died...?" "Yes. With its entire biology, and full of all the microbes that were all over it at the time," she said smiling and winking at David. "So. Like. How do you know all of this? And who took the photo for this poster, and why?" "I did. I used to be a veterinarian's assistant. I took the photo of this donkey, as I was working with it and it's owner. After death, I took the tail and imbued it with magic. I was in the midst of creating magical objects for the purposes of eventually opening this shop at the time. And I figured it would be good for a more....extreme sort of future customer who deserves to be looked down upon with utter contempt and humiliation and desire to be extremely restricted physically." "...oh...." David responded, blushing. "Well....well...it...it's for me...you see.." "Oh, that's ok. You don't need to explain," she said interrupting. "Now. Are there any other questions you have have?' "No. I think that'll be all," David concluded. "Ok, well, as I said, if you do have any other questions or concerns, fell free to call me." "Ok. Thank you,"David said in a rush as he hurried out of there. He was humiliated, but least he knew he wouldn't go back there and wouldn't have to see her again. Back in his car, David breathed a sigh of relief. He had purchased several items that promised to make his dreams come true. Of course, ge did have some reservations about whether the products would work, but he was too excited not to believe at least a little.   Once home, he sat down on his couch and ripped open the top of the box to look in at all of his new toys. He wanted to try one but wasn't sure which to do. He looked over at his new poster and rolled it open. That got him very excited, and he decided to hang it up on his wall next to his wide wall mirror he used when looking at himself wearing wearing his fake donkey tails. This easily decided him which toy he would try first. He took out the tail and spent the first few minutes just inspecting it. It felt real enough. It had to be from a real donkey, and if the story held true, that nasty donkey on his new poster with it's fat overinflated black balls hanging just below it's giant equally black pucker hole. This was supposed to connect to his spine somehow. David had his own fake donkey tail he sometimes wore around, which had a strap to wear around his waist. This one though, just had an end contoured with fur that seemed to slide up against someone's tailbone. Having waited long enough, he tugged down the back of his pants and slid the tail into place. At first he couldn't quite get it to fit but then suddenly he felt a jolt of pain shoot up his spine from his tailbone. He let go of the tail and had to use both hands to balance himself after the sudden shock. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself. Once the pain subsided and his wits were back, David looked back and saw the tail there, hanging from his backside. "Huh? It's hanging on it's own," he said as he gave his ass a shake. As he did, the tail moved fluidly behind him. "Oh wow." David was amazed at how lifelike it was and that he could almost really move it when he tried. As he went to pet the tail, there was the strangest sensation; he could feel himself touch the tail. Inspecting it closer but holding it out, he realized that there was some magic to be had in this world as the tail was now attached to his lower back. "Holy crap! I have a freaking donkey tail!" he said happily as his cheeks got flushed and he suddenly felt very excited. Remembering that a sharp hard tug would remove it, he was gentle with the tail as he continued to play with it. It was the very tail that belong to that nasty donkey in that poster, which was now a part of his. He was while fluffing the tail up he noticed something else that was strange. The skin on his ass had started getting darker, like a brownish color while the area between his ass cheeks grew black. As he ran his hand down the crack of his ass, he felt his asshole puckering and getting bigger. David could not help but smile and start to shake at the excitement at what he was feeling and seeing. He even wagged his tail out of excitement, a sensation that gave him goosebumps. "This is the best thing I ever purchased- ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned as he felt the tingling sensation bleed further down and finally hit his testicles. That's when he began to detect a stench wafting from his own body. Not surprisingly, his cock was hard at the mere implication of what was happening. Pulling his pants off, then his underwear, he didn't hold back when it came to stroking himself. Though unchanged, he felt his nostrils were blowing out hotter air and his muscles were feeling stronger, even as they began to be covered in a layer of fat around his carefully sculptured abs. "Ugh," he moaned as he felt himself finish. With wobbly legs and an unexpectedly larger belly with fading abs, he fell over onto his knees and left hand as he continued to stroke his cum into the carpeted floor. After a few seconds, he expected the feeling to begin to subside, but it never did as his cum continued spilling out while his balls began to grow warmer. "Must get all that human sperm out," a voice in his head reminded him, causing David to smirk. Once spent, he rolled over onto his back and spread his legs. Panting, he lifted his head enough to look down at himself. He started growimg man boobs, as a spare tire began forming around his waist. The tail was still wagging, but most noticeable of all, was the fact that his testicles were swelling up quicker than his body was, and a terrible stench was beginning to emanate from the tip of his still-human cock. His swelling testicles were rubbing against his fattening thighs, causing David to become partially hard again. Now, what he always wanted to happen, was actually occurring as his balls were like softballs with the flesh of them turning darker and becoming leathery, yet soft, hot, and heavy as they continued growing. "Oh yeah, yeah. That's what I wanted," he groaned in pleasure as he separated his legs more to make better room for his balls. Eventually, he managed to sit up and really look at the things. Cupping his right testicle, he was really shocked at how dense and heavy it felt in his hand. Then picking up the other, he could feel them pulsing and continuing to grow. Now larger than grapefruits, they would sway and wobble in a strange motion as he played with them, and the sensation of feeling them wobble was nothing like he ever felt before. He truly felt the pure raw maleness of these things. Then a new sensation began at the base of his cock. There was a mass of flesh that was starting to gather at the base of his cock, which was itself starting to change. It throbbed like an erection without the pleasure and stayed hard while growing thicker. First at the base, but it soon spread until he had nine inches of a cock turning black, sticking from between his legs. Laying back down briefly, he then rolled onto his hands and knees, having trouble doing so with his thickening and fattening body quickly losing his hard-won physical shape, whereupon his balls flopped to hanging, wobbling, then swaying between his legs. Right about then, his hips began to feel uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, there were a few loud pops before David began to feel his ass cheeks separate. "Oh man, this feels so....so...so weird!" he exclaimed as his ass cheeks spread further apart, revealing his black hole beneath his hanging tail. His only covering for modesty. He felt warm air against his puckered asshole and taint caused by his tail flicking on it's own accord behind him. When he looked back at himself over his shoulder, he could see his back end was beginning to take on that bread loaf shape of all four-legged critters. And growing larger as the growth of his body continued up along his entire torso. He was now sporting a large fat roll, as he passed from being overweight, to outright obesity. His still-human skin mating with a dark hide being covered in gray fur up to his waist. A stranger, much more sensitive, feeling started when his cock began bumping up against his fattening stomach. It was even fatter and thicker than it had been. Reaching a hand down, his hot souring breath caught in his throat. He couldn't get his entire hand around the thickness he was now sporting. But he gripping around it as much as he could. Oh my! The sensitivity was mind-blowing! It was glorious! He continued stroking it, grabbing as much of the hot, heavy, dense mass as he could grip. He shift his grip further and further up it's length, until he felt his tip morph beneath his very fingers. Surprised, he looked down between his legs as much as he could; his belly was now quite thick as he passed the 400 lb mark losing some flexibility, and was surprised to find the completely foreign beast that was now his, and looked exactly like the cock on the donkey in his poster. That's when the stench really kicked up a notch. Or 20. "So hot," he muttered to himself as he went back to stroking. He attempted to roll back onto his backside to better able to stroke himself, but he found himself unable to separate out of his stance on his hands and knees. Mostly due to his newfound obesity and lower muscles to body weight ratio and growing immobility. The best he could must, was to just collapse onto his left shoulder with his upper left chest on the floor, and his lengthening legs keeping his backend up. In this position, he managed to grab his fully-grown donkey dick in both fists. He also managed to keep an eye on himself in his mirror and poster from this position. ATM, he looked like some kind of freakazoid monster. The odors rolling off his body started becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on!" he urged himself as he could feel and smell the brand new donkey pre that had completely replaced his human DNA rolling around in those balls, leaking from his tip. Then he felt and heard it. His feet began to cramp, as his legs continued elongating and changing shape. But he quickly ignored and forgot about it as the feeling emanating from his giant donkey dong made him dim-witted for the moment. Harder and harder, he stroked, as his hind quarters began to finish their final shape, just still undersized for his final complete frame. There was only pleasure and enjoyment for David at this point. He attempted to purposely bray: "Heee haaww heee haww," he said I'm his still inauthentic human voice. "Well, I still have my voice and can still talk," he muttered, slightly disappointed . The prospect of losing one's voice, to never be able to speak words ever again, to be completely replaced by the highly irritating and humiliating raspy vocals of a donkey's bray, is one of the things that helped to set him off. But no matter. He felt his balls begin to contract, as his cock muscles dug deep down into the very nerve fibers of his soul. He could have aimed his cock elsewhere or tried to control the spray, but he was just so lost in the pure pleasure of the moment, that he just let it fly where it may. The pungent-smelling thick milkshake-like donkey sperm squirted onto his growing white-covered five o'clock shadow on his chin, his neck, and all over the carpet. The orgasm lasted perhaps an entire two full minutes of pure eye-watering bliss. "Oh. My. GOOOD! THAT was AMAZING!" he breathed heavily. It was another solid 20 minutes before real sense returned to the man, now half-obese-donkey. When it did, struggled to push himself back up into a more upright position. That's when he noticed a sense of cramping coming from his hands! They seemed....smaller, somehow. And it was difficult to move his ten digits. That's when he noticed he now had fully-formed hooves instead of feet, on the ends of fully-formed hind legs! ""And does it stop?" He asked himself. And a distant little voice from a memory from earlier that day responded: "Not until you've grow into a full exact copy of the donkey this tail belonged to, sir. However, a swift, hard pull of the tail will dislodge it and disconnect it from you, reverting any changes. So unless you have a friend on standby, you would want to tug that off before you lose your hands." "Lose my hands?" he asked stupidly, as he looked down at them. "Oh boy! The changes really aren't stopping, he said with a somewhat nervous smile. He tried to reach behind himself to grab the tail and pluck it off, but he couldn't quite get it. Between his growing body size, no longer being in top physical condition and becoming obese, his awkward position that he's finding harder to not remain bent forward on hands and knees, and the lack of strength to hold himself up with just one hand, prevented him from coming anywhere close to grabbing it. Huffing out of breath with his deteriorating stamina in his obese form, he collected his thoughts knowing he was on the verge of panic. Panicking wouldn't help his situation now. "Ok. I gotta stand up first," he said. Easier said than done. Fat people have a hard time pulling themselves up. Nevermind, when their hips have popped into the shape of a four-legged creature like a donkey. But with determined effort, he did eventually manage to regain his two-legged stance, awkward as it was. Especially without the balance that human toes give, that were replaced with hooves! Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked utterly monstrous and disgusting. And that SMELL! Looking at the poster, he knew all of his new body parts once belonged to that donkey. The cock and balls. The hooves. It started making him hard again! Shaking his head, he knew he had no time to waste. He knew he didn't want to actually become a donkey after all! Especially not a fat one! He tried reaching backwards again, but his obese out-of-shape body made it very difficult. He longer had his usual flexibility. He concentrated on controlling his tail, and decided to make one effort to swing it around to his right at the same time he would just lunge his stiffening right hand at it. But just before he did so, David felt a series of *POPS* along his spinal column that suddenly thrust him forward back onto his hands! The pops went off like fireworks, starting from where his tail had fused itself to his tailbone, all the way up to his neck! "Oh God. Oh God! I'm...I'm stuck! I....I can't move! My back! It turned into a donkey's back! THAT donkey's back!" David realized he would no longer be able to stand on two legs ever again. Not unless he could somehow get that tail to detach from him. It still wasn't too late! He wasn't a donkey yet, and he could still become fully human yet! Using his nearby couch for help, he could use it as leverage! He climbed his hands up onto it, and braced his left hand against the arm rest, as bent his rear end to the right, and strained his right arm as far back as he could. He concentrated on wagging to tail towards his right hand. He felt it! He felt a few hairs on his stubby fingertips! One more try. Another! And a third! "Need to reach that tail!" he said, while his gut grew even larger, his entire torso being covered in gray and white fur over donkey hide! More crackling from his spine, as it grew longer, lengthening his frame, making it more difficult to reach! "Please! Come here!" he practically yelled at the tricky tail while it continued wafting the worsening smells from his anus. He then felt a bowl movement, as a big *PLOP* dropped to the floor! His tail caught in the cascade momentarily, now covered in shit. David's human intestines were now turned into that donkey's intestines, which contained it's final hunks of manure from whatever it last ate before it died. David literally just shit out what that donkey should have shit out! He grabbed the very tip of the tail, but it slipped his grip one final time. His hand came away with nothing but tail furt and parts of the smelly manure! "Oh, gross! On my hand!" But he needn't have worried about shit on his hands. For his spinal column made one final adjustment, forcing him to slip from his position on the couch, and into his final permanent four-legged stance. At the same time, his arms grew longer. And longer. The bones beneath shifting into what can only be described as "legs." They got long enough to be the same length as what are now his "hind legs." "No! No, no, no! This....this can't be happening" his hands were shrinking. Deteriorating. His fingers pulling in, fusing into a single solid bone from which his new hooves grew from.
Over the centuries, the world of witches and wizardry has been slowly eroded by the various faiths of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. Witches were burned at the stake, fed to lions, heads chopped off, and melted down by water. They were always presented as "evil" against the Abrahamic religions. They were nearly wiped out in America when they fled persecution in Europe in the 17th century, but one coven has managed to survive and hang on. Witches and their wizard mates have long memories. They will never forget the long history of persecution against their people. It is now the 21st century, and the last surviving small group has made their home in Blairtown, Wyoming near the small city of Rock Springs along Interstate 80. It was formally established in the year 1980 with 20 founding members. 10 witches, and 10 wizards. This coven has drawn up a series of laws which governs their claimed territory, and anyone who wanders into their territory are subject to their laws. The laws they drew up are similar in nature to Islam's Sharia laws. Strict. Religious-based. And the punishments for violating their laws can be harsh. In the year 1950, the few surviving magic-users of the dark arts that were scattered across the United States found one another through meditation and dark prayers. They decided to meet up in a small town in the Midwest, and begin the process of building up their kind again. They chose Blairtown, as it was close to a small city, while being out in the middle of nowhere. The importance of a small city of 20,000, was to use it as their capital in future generations. As a base to grow their power around. But before they could get to that point, they needed to establish themselves first. So they drew up a set of simple rules for the first ten years of their small community The first and most important rule, was preservation. There were only 20 members in total, which happened to be split evenly between male and female. Rule 1: They would each join together as couples for mating purposes in dark marriage ceremonies. (A) Each of the 10 couple were expected to bear children. No less than 4 children each. (B) They were expected to have at minimum, 2 boys and 2 girls per couple. This was to ensure a rapid, yet stable growth of their population, which would double with each generation. (C) If the first child was a male, the second was to be a female. The third to be male. And the last to be female. Vice-verse if the first born was female. (D) In case of twins, which was ultimately desirable as twins tend to be more powerful, they were expected to produce an even number of opposing younger siblings. So if two boys, they were to have two girls later on. If a boy and a girl, then they would have a bit and girl for their next two children. There was a big flaw with this plan: chance. They needed to use transgender transformation spells on their own babies to ensure this continued proper growth of numbers Another problem: Their powers were weak, as their population was small and their traditions nearly destroyed. Almost all magic in the world has been drained. In order to use transgender powers on a baby born to a witch-wizatd couple, they needed to build up their magic again. It is no small feat to use transformational magic on a magic-user's offspring. It was easy to use TF powers on regular human souls. This group needed to build their powers back up again. In order to do so, they needed to create magical trinkets first. Trinkets required human souls. A "trinket" can be anything: Jewelry. Clothing. Statues. You name it. Creating inanimate trinkets would build their magic-using powers through practicing and reestablishing their old traditions. Eventually, they would be able to start transforming human souls into living things. First plants, then animals. Once they have enough power to transform humans into animals, each individual can finally claim a familiar. A married witch and wizard armed with trinkets and a familiar each is finally practiced enough start properly breeding, according to Rule 1 and all of its subsections. The act of marriage is the first step. It binds the female and male's souls to eachother, creating enough power to influence the world around them in the simplest ways possible. The act of creating human-bound trinkets furthers their power. And finally, the act of creating two familiars, one each for husband and wife, puts them at the height of their powers. Combined, they can begin to cast transgender spells on their own children if need be in order to remain compliant with the building up of their population at a steady rate. Their population should double every 20 years. As stated above, the community was established in 1950 with 20 members. Their first ten years was spent trying to build their powers before they began breeding. It took that long for a number of reasons: First, their initial powers were weak. As stated before, they were nearly wiped out along with the magic in this world. So they had to use entire human souls to create small objects. A ring here. A staff there. A small frog statue by a pond that still contains the living conscious soul of a young 13 year old boy that used to be a vagabond, endlessly staring at itself for nearly 70 years, trapped and unable to budge even an inch. The most complicated Ina imate form, was a human statue of an 8 year old boy peeing in that pond. Second, they couldnt steal too many souls, as missing people tend to spark interest in investigation by the human authorities. The coven was weak, and needed to bide it's time. By the mid-1950s, they had enough strength to begin casting humans into living things. Simple living things. First, fungi. There are a couple of former humans who have long-since been squashed underfoot as mushrooms. Then became more advanced. A young woman was turned into the Coven's meeting tree by their pond, which advanced their powers sufficiently enough to begin casting humans as animals. The first two were turned into a worm, and a slug successively. They were a hippie couple making their way out west along the interstate when they decided to stop and break one of the Coven's laws. From there, they made the pond into a koi pond. The descendants of former humans are still swimming around inside that pond. Because of the concentration of transformed humans around that pond, the coven finally had enough of a base of power to begin concentrating on proper reproduction. By 1960, there were several cats and dogs running around. Then came a couple of farm animals. Finally, the babies were ready to begin to be born. A few had to be transgendered. By 1980, the coven had a total of 40 children. The first generation were ready to begin to reproduce. The population was now up to 60. In the 2000s, another 80 were born, for a total population of 140. And now by the 2020s, the total population was up to 200. The original generation had all but passed away. The community was now focused on age longevity. They had to slow down on capturing human souls, as the authorities had a number of cold cases and already had attracted some attention their way. The coven was powerful enough to grow their population rapidly. But not powerful enough to fight a war against the overwhelming numbers of humans. The final step, was wisdom. With age, comes wisdom. Their lifespans had shrunk to that close to humans. Now they needed to extend their lifespans out, so they could gain wisdom through aging, even as they continue to grow their population. The plan was to eventually annex the entire town of Rock Springs, and learn to transform themselves into the townspeople in order to cover their tracks of kidnappings and punishments through transformational magic. The 2020s would be a time of rapid growth. Finding the minutest of violations by the human townspeople and punishing them by turning them into various objects and animals. The coven would also work on their longevity spells on human souls in order to extend their punishment out to eternity. Eventually, they could claim the entire county as their territory. Then the entire state. Then the country. Eventually, they would conquer the world and keep humans as breeding slaves to be transformed at will. But that isn't for another couple of decades. Possibly even next century. Right now, it is the year 2020 and the town of Rock Springs, Wyoming has been infiltrated. A couple of city blocks have already been claimed. Anyone who wanders onto one of their blocks or into Blairtown, is subject to the Coven's sharia-like laws, whether they know it or not. Such laws as wearing the wrong styles and colors of clothes. Listening to the wrong music. Wearing the wrong hairstyles. Eating the wrong foods. Or saying the wrong things. (Author's Note: Please see description below for attribution)
Alrighty then So I have 22 Watchers, and 3.3k page views. I'm FINALLY going to begin to start writing up new stories! I have a Donkey TF story, an AR story, and a FM to M transgender inanimate statue story in the works. These are not short stories, and they don't really heavily focus on the TF part of it. More of the aftermath part of dealing with a completely different life or existence. What's going through the person's mind and etc. I have an introduction to the donkey TF that explains my motivations and what I have been tryng to put into words what I want to achieve and why. I have two DA handles (the other one is Nihilianth), and my CYOC authorship is bravesfan1028. My DA stories will be of superior written quality over my CYOC stuff. I'm thinking of starting a Patreon. Over on CYOC, some of my chapters suffer greatly with grammar and spelling errors and some gaping plotholes where I haven't bothered to proofread to tighten them up. But writing on CYOC over the years has
So, I've been struggling to figure out how to update posted stories using a mobile device. I've tried on the DA app, but it says I need a computer. I've tried on the web browser on my phone. I know I've successfully edited one of my unfi ished stories a few weeks ago on the mobile browser DA site. But the option for editing no longer seems to exist. The best I can manage right now, is to post a continuation of my unfinished stories here as a "status update" until such time as I either.... 1) Get home to my desktop computer (I switched careers that requires me to be on the road for weeks and even months at a time.) Or... 2) I save up enough for a new gaming laptop. Until then, I'll be posting continuations of my unfinished stories as status updates.
hey, sorry for not hitting you up! I did have a Patreon, but I took it down. Not enough content to make it worthwhile for people to donate.
but I am working on several of my own stories, mostly donkey tfs, that I'm working on. I'm just building up my content ony laptop first, that way I can release stuff on a regular basis for a little while to make it worthwhile for people to spend a little bit eachomth.