You begin to wonder of what is happening, is it urged on by fear? No, the hairy boy isn't afraid he's got to use the can often, but he shows no fear!
Then what presses you and he farther down the path toward animalism and a donkey like form? The growing tail poses no painful feeling and actually grants a sort odd comfort.
Hairs of the tail are fanning out from it's base, a feeling which too gives a strange sort of pleasure. The buttocks are all hair covered as the itching feeling crawls ever upward. Another slug of brew has you finding more things becoming different.
The Bartender has seen your fumbling of the glass beer mug and removing it from your likely coming spill it is replaced by a small pale.
You toss him a friendly smile of satisfaction while in this foolish stupper one sits watching the show on stage as well a bit of magic happening to you.
The hairy Boy returns and others along the bar either stand up or draw their legs up into a knot as he strolls past. You can see his ears are seperated by a bristled donkey mane. His face and mostly the eyes are all donkey in nature. He waves a friendly hello with hands now goofs all black and shiny.
You point to him and see to a feeling of dismay neww forehoofs like his on you! A quick turn on the barstool and clumping one's hoofs to the pale its lifted high as to gulp some more of that sudsey brew.