Darren looked, awestruck, as the manager called him over to his office with a beckoning finger. The old woman scooted past the manager's leg and ran, screaming, out of the hotel's front doors.
"Yes, sir..." Darren called weakly, crossing the lobby in a matter of moments. He had to duck his head quite a bit to get inside.
The manager retained the stern look as he sat behind his desk, but it switched off almost immediately as soon as Darren closed the door. "Please, sit, Darren. I owe you an explanation." Darren tried to sit in one of the chairs facing the desk, but his new size made it almost impossible. It creaked and a sound of splintering wood came from it as he tried to sit down. Grinning sheepishly, he instead leaned against the wall. The tips of his ears scraped the ceiling.
"Darren, you're probably wondering what has happened to you." The manager said. Darren nodded eagerly, wincing at the unfamiliar sensation of his whiskers quivering and motuh parting slightly.
The manager sighed. "The Hotel Doloma is not a normal hotel. How long have you wroked here, son?
"On year ago yesterday." Darren replied. Before could say anything else, the manager stood up and began to change.
A sudden crack and he shot up two and a half feet in height. His clothes suddenly bulged, straining under the new muscle growth underneath. His abs, biceps, and pecs outlined for a moment on their respective clothing items before everything covering him ripped into shreads, fluttering to the floor.
A wave of brown fur suddenly traveled all over his body in a wave, covering almost every inch of bare skin. Peeking over the desk, Darren could see the manager's feet balling up and hardening into thick hooves. His neck bulged with muscle and lengthened, shooting his face out in front. His ears pointed and migrated near the top of head, swiveling this way and that as they grew thin brown fur.
His entire face pushed forward a great length, forcing his eyes apart. His nostrils grew huge, nose flattening and meeting his lips at the end of his new muzzle, growing blackish and rubbery. A mane sprang up, starting in the space between his ears and continuing down the back of his large neck. A thick tail flomped from his tight ass , flicking this way and that.
Darren started in disbelief at the bipedal horse his manager had turned into. Shaking his head and whinnying, the manager spoke in a deeper voice, "This is what happens when you work here for over a year."
He crossed the room, his hooves clopping loudly on the floor, and opened the closet. He pulled out a large blue suit and quickly put it on, carefully putting his hairy tail though the seat of the pants. He straightened his tie and sat back down behind the desk. It groaned and almost snapped under the sudden increase in weight.
"If you work here for over a year, you will randomly be assigned an animalistic form. From then on, during certain hours of your shift you will involuntarily shift into that form. You will perform duties as normal in this form, but you have to be discreet." The manager absentmindedly pulled open a box on his desk, withdrew a carrot, and began lipping at it like a normal horse would.
"Good job on finding your new uniform. Usually the new ones come barging in here, screaming, wondering what the fuck's happened to them. You're a smart kid, Darren, I think you'll make a great long-term addition to the staff. You should be happy about the animal you got, too. Most of the time the workers get something bad like a rat or an insenct or a spider. One poor guy even got a slug once."
He checked his watch. "You should be turning back any minute now. Once you do, please go back to your post. I'll fill you in on the rest of the details tomorrow."
It was a lot of information to take in at once. Shuddering, he turned to leave when the manager neighed from behind him. "One more thing. If you feel the change coming on, please try and get stripped in the bathroom before the transformation starts. Uniforms don't grow on trees, you know..."