The moral of this story is that I secretly wish this would happen every time I put on new underwears.

Aight. We’ve done a few #TesticleTuesday posts in the past (this one, this one about stretched nuts, and then this one about Deviant Otter’s perfectly heart-shaped balls), and they seem to go over well. And since I fuckin’ love everything about balls, and it is Tuesday, I thought, “why not?”

But then I got into an internet hole where I ended up looking at a lot of Bob’s Burgers Rule 34 comics and trying to find enough pics of Bob’s Balls to do a whole post about just that. Eventually I discovered a magical gem (as such internet holes are sometimes wont to proffer) and decided to share that with you, even if it means forcing the #TesticleTuesday tag a bit.

In addition to big balls, I’ve posted of my waxing/waning fascinations with furry art here too. I loved these masturbating lions, and I still collect images of random lions penising their lion penises. But I don’t usually post stuff about which I don’t totally understand.

One of those corners of furry art is transformation-themed stuff. Like where a regular guy will be cursed and become a horse with a big horse cock that stays perpetually hard (or sometimes not even cursed – the story will just have him wake up as he’s transforming into a bull or a sexy kangaroo). Or where two hairy guys will become literal bears and then start kissing and fucking (even though bears don’t really have lips and it seems like it would be uncomfortable – at best – to get fucked by a bear). You get the point.

It’s not that I don’t find it arousing, or that I can’t penis my own lion penis to it. It’s just that… why? Why is this a genre? Why is this particular narrative something that recurs in furry art, in endless variations, with endless animals and the people they once were?

My working theory is that this story is a way into a world that, otherwise, exists entirely in fantasy/magic. There is no process by which one can change from human to beast, no matter how erotic one finds animals or how much one identifies with yiffing and not fucking. So the transformation narrative becomes a way for readers/viewers to theoretically insert themselves into an otherwise inaccessible kingdom; they might, by way of transformation, one day themselves be transformed into a more suitable furry/anthro being.

If you think of it as an analog to the “secret princess” narrative – where an ordinary person who has never felt they were suited to the life they somehow acquired, is suddenly recognized and rescued from mundanity (The Princess Diaries is a great, modern example of this, but the ‘secret princess’ thing is everywhere. Even Star Wars can’t avoid it) – it becomes a way to make high fantasy a touch more attainable in some way. Obviously it still requires some amount of magic, but it’s not the impenetrable wall of “born one species, stay one species.”

All of which is to bring us to this comic by legendary furry artist Fasttrack37D. FT has an unbelievable amount of content attributed to them, and a clear passion for crafting incredibly detailed and thoughtful panels (especially in transformations) that illustrate clear and clever details and feature funny and appropriate sound effects (watch for the *thump* sounds as those massive new donkey nuts drop, or the *crack* of the jaw as it becomes elongated) drawn into the action. My favorite transformations are the ones that leave the transforming character in an anthro state, but Fasttrack often takes them all the way through (as in this story) to full animal state, big, drippy donkey dicks and all.

I came to this comic because I was looking for huge ball transformation art, and the idea of putting on new underwear that causes my nuts to swell out and my ass to thicken to comically ridiculous proportions isn’t entirely unappealing to me. Weird as that is to type out. There’s something here that I’m enticed by, and it’s not the gallon of donkey cum in the second to last page. Full-on animal porn is not really my thing, the same way that object sexuality just doesn’t get my nuts churning.

It’s more the idea that the fantasies that I harbor about the size of my genitals or my sex parts in general, could somehow be brought into reality in some way, even if it meant becoming an animal. But for now, that stays just in the slutty mind of Fasttrack37D:

Donkey’s Underwear Transformation

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Weird, right? I don’t sincerely  want to become a donkey. But I won’t tell you I haven’t spent a long time today staring at those massive, glistening nuts, or that righteous exposed ballback.

It’s complicated, I think. Good art should always make you think things are complicated.

-t