A Hotel Infinity Transformation Story (Thanks, b-ridge ! )
(Woman to Donkey)
Lexie grumbled, her maid outfit perfectly matching her hotel-approved mop and pail. She looked down to the empty pail in her left hand, remembering the words of warning she’d been given: ‘Fill the bucket before you get to the Island Suite’.
“Psh, as if.” The redhead chuckled, lazily hefting the mop and propping it over her right arm. “Like I’m going to lug a full bucket from the kitchen to the suite? The hell with that. I’m betting that cleaning this is going to be enough of an ass to me anyways.”
She lazily kicked open the door to the suite, ignoring the proper ‘maidly etiquette’ that was preached to all Hotel Infinity staff at signing. Much to her displeasure, she was greeted with a horrid sight: the suite was absolutely in tatters.
“Mud everywhere, it smells like piss, and… Are those hoof prints on the walls?” She arched an eyebrow. “Great, probably some kind of bachelor party gone wrong. Wonder how they got an animal in here, though…” As she spoke, a stripe her hair began to darken atop her head. Its brilliant red was losing some of its luster, dulling to a dirty brown.
She sighed, dropping the pail on the ground and propping her mop against the doorway. Her heels quietly clicked on the floor as she walked to the hoofprint, and a strange shiver ran down the back of her neck. Little did she know, the sensation was more than just a feeling: her short-cropped hair was starting to come in thicker from her scalp to her shoulders.
Her distinct Mohawk bobbed as she kneeled, and the girl pursed her lips. Her fingers trailed around the hoofprint, as though it could help her identify whatever animal had made it. She felt the wall curiously, impressed that there wasn’t so much a dent in its surface.
“They can repair the building at a moment’s notice with magic… So why do they even need me?” She sighed, huffing and rising to her feet once more. Her toes ached slightly when she moved back to the door, but the maid didn’t pay them any attention.
Instead, she focused on the sign by the entrance to the room. It was one that she wasn’t familiar with: a list of rules specific to the room.
‘WELCOME! You have chosen the wallet-friendly Island Suite. Be careful, though—you might end up paying a little more than you expected. To avoid an unexpected cost, please follow these important rules:
1) Keep the volume to a minimum!
2) Don’t make a mess.
3) Respect all hotel rules when in these premises.
4) Shoes off when in the room.
And that’s it! Simple stuff, right? We’re sure you’ll have a pleasurable time.’
“Weird.” She sighed, shaking her head. “But I’m not going barefoot in here. Pretty sure after that party, this floor is covered in the unmentionable.”
She picked up her bucket, strolling towards the sink at a leisurely pace. Other than that weird sign, this looked like a simple enough job. It might be tedious, but tedious work meant she got to spend a day working at half-pace.
The feeling in her feet only built as she walked, and as she walked into the kitchen a pair of cracking pops echoed through the air. She wobbled in place as she felt something break below her, and groaned aloud. “Great.”
She dropped her bucket in the sink, ignoring the ‘SINK FOR GUEST USE ONLY’. At least that was something familiar: every suite in the building had that sort of sign, the kind of thing the staff ignored on a daily basis. She flipped the faucet on, turning to see what kind of mess she’d made.
Much to her surprise, there were a pair of high heels splintered where she’d walked. Apparently they were underfoot, and she’d somehow popped the straps and heels alike. “Time to go on a diet.” She looked down to her belly anxiously, prodding at it.
Say what you will about how they treated the staff, at least Hotel Infinity’s cooks were top-notch. She had thought she’d been doing a good job keeping to a diet, but those heels begged to differ. She turned her attention back to them, snickering as she recognized them as belonging to someone on the hotel’s payroll. “Oops. Hope those didn’t belong to someone I liked.”
As she spoke, changes began to make themselves apparent along her form. The sound of water rushing into the bucket grew louder as her ears lengthened, coarse chocolate fur itching along them as they lifted. Her teeth grew a bit thicker in her mouth, her incisors in particular becoming blocky and bucked. Perhaps most telling of all was the faint prick at her backside, as a tail began to slip from her spine.
Lexie allowed herself a moment of amusement, picturing what would happen to Trixie if she showed up to work tomorrow without her heels. The last maid to do that had gone without leg privileges for a week, instead cleaning the Oceanside Resort as a mermaid.
“HeheHAAW!” She snorted loudly, gasping a second later as she cupped her hand over her mouth. It was a lot louder a sound that she intended, and almost sounded like braying. “Oh, fuck.” She muttered, in that instant realizing three things.
First: Her teeth were bigger than they had been before.
Second: Her fingers were starting to stiffen, losing a good deal of their dexterity.
Third: She’d just broken hotel policy for staff to keep clean mouths.
Lexie’s neck ached madly, and she groaned as it stretched away from her shoulders. The same brown fur that covered her ears now spread along her longer neck, which was giving her a distinctly equine appearance.
She pawed at her longer throat in distress, shaking her head anxiously. “No way, what the f… heck is going on?” She had a suspicion that the changes were brought on by her violation of hotel policy. That was usually the case with unexpected transformation at the hotels, but it was also usually around supervisors.
That could only mean one thing: this suite was self-governing. It was an issue, but not a huge one. She could get the changes undone easily enough, in theory. But before she did that, she’d need to clean the suite.
Lexie crinkled her nose, craning her neck further down than she’d like in order to get a look at her hands. Her fingers were darkening as they lost their dexterity, and she frantically clenched and unclenched them. That seemed to do the trick, the transition from digit to hoof slowing to a halt.
“Great.” She kept her voice hushed, remembering the suite’s rules. As long as she was quiet, clean, and didn’t break any rules, she’d be fine. Though there was that fourth rule… The girl brought her right foot to the back of her left, intending to kick off her shoe. Instead, she received the fingernails-on-chalkboard sound of hoof grating against hoof.
Her belly swelled in time with the sound, and her hands pressed to it in shock. Her face ached as it stretched slightly, and she angled her longer neck to watch as her form-fitting uniform began to stretch further and further.
“Nngh!” Lexie whimpered, eyes wide in shock. “Come on, that wasn’t even that loud.” She hissed every word vehemently, rolling eyes that were a good deal rounder than they’d been when she walked into this suite.
“Whatever.” She kept her tone low, pacing every word for fear that she’d break into a loud bray that cost her more of her humanity. “So, my feet are hooves, which means those shoes are mine. Cute. Guess I’ll need to get those fixed, too.”
Still, she continued to change. Her tongue thickened in her mouth, and she let it loll from past her lips with a low ‘bluh’ sound. Her tail lengthened, and her ass swelled, hips widening and flaring out at the same time. They actually lifted her skirt slightly, and her tail flicked at the room’s cool air.
Lexie’s eyes widened as she realized that these changes weren’t stopping, and she wracked her brain for reasons why. It wasn’t that her uniform was getting destroyed: the hotel might be cruel with its changes, but it was never unfair with them. To the best of her knowledge, she was quite enough too. Which meant… Her ears flicked towards the sound of running water, and she gasped.
“ShHEEAUWWt! The sink!” She lifted her right arm, fumbling at the sink with a limb that was more hoof than hand. It did the job, but not quickly enough. Her body continued to change, from her bray and from her curse at the same time.
Tears slipped from her eyes as her nostrils flared, growing bigger and rounder, to the point where every breath she took felt like a gust was being blown straight into her sinuses. Lexie snorted, hating how she could see her nose twitch with the motion, but managed to stop the stream.
“Okay, this should mean I’ll stop changing… Please?” She whimpered, flexing her aching jaw as it stretched into a proper muzzle. Her red hair fell from her head, and she shook out her mane instinctively. Her pudgy asinine belly snapped some of the buttons on her blouse, and she felt it jiggling idly with the motion.
It didn’t do much for her body, which was now forced to lean forward in a hunched stoop. She was beginning to doubt she’d be able to get to a human-friendly ‘doctor’ before one of the hotel’s more callous supervisors chanced upon her. “Guhuess I’ll ngh-need to get to wuhrk.” She hated how distorted her voice sounded around her muzzle, eyes narrowing at the rumble from her throat.
The sooner she cleaned the room, the sooner she could get to work. Lexie huffed as she lifted the bucket from the sink, only for her clumsy hoof-hands to betray her. The handle slipped from her incapable fingers, and she spilled its water across the kitchen floor.
“HUUGHEEAAW!” She screamed in distress, squeezing her eyes shut in horror. She knew what would come next. She wasn’t thinking, hadn’t been ready for the shock of incurring further change… And now it looked like she’d pay the price.
Her fingers melted into one another like putty being shaped by a mold. They clopped onto the ground as the last of her posture gave out, and her neck angled a little upwards to make the her newly quadrupedal posture a little more comfortable.
Her legs and arms were next, creaking and popping as they took on a proper asinine bulk. There was no doubt in her mind that shew was becoming—or rather, that she had become—a donkey. Her eyes opened to the distinctive prey-vision of an animal, and she looked around the room in wide-eyed fear.
“HEEAUUW! HAWW-HEE!” Lexie kicked her hind legs futilely, testing the waters. No further changes afflicted her body, which meant that she looked just like a donkey in a maid’s outfit. It definitely put the ‘ass’ in ‘embarrassing’, but it wasn’t the worst. She could probably find a way to write with her mouth and explain who she was…
Though… Who was she? Her furred brow furrowed, and she struggled for words her body wasn’t capable of voicing. Then the donkey’s eyes widened, and she let out a bray of panic. “HAAAW!” A cloud was settling over her mind, growing more and more intense with her every bray.
She couldn’t stop, either. It was like a case of hiccups, every exhalation slipping past her thick lips as a bray. She kicked her rear legs in her panic, her humanity dwindling further and further. Every bray stole more of herself, and yet she was so scared that all she could do was bray.
Then her feet crashed through a kitchen cabinet, sending a sharp crack through the room louder than she’d thought possible. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to bray… And paused. A ropy trial of drool spilled past her lips, and the dimwitted donkey looked about her surroundings.
Her eyes had completely glazed over; her thoughts had ground to a halt. The jennet tugged her hind hooves free of the cabinets, and she clopped them gently on the ground. She was in a strange place, and was more than a bit afraid… But her tantrum had also worn herself out. She could find her pasture after a nap.
Her thoughts were completely inhuman, devoted only to the present. She wasn’t hungry, she was sleepy. That meant that the donkey would nap. She was a little proud of herself for coming to that realization, and settled down in the cool water of her spill.
She was asleep in seconds, the cabinet mending itself behind her as she slumbered. A hoofprint that matched the one on the wall was the only sign she’d damaged it, a sign to both intrigue and confuse the next maid send to the Island Suite.