As the stripper approaches you, you back away. You can feel your massive, hanging ball sack swinging between your legs. Your member sticking straight out, erect, from your body is about a foot long now. The head looks a bit deformed, like it flattening out, and its a darker shade than it once was. What is going on?!
You knew that the stripper was the one changing you, but it was hard to get away from her. The room was small and your lust filled mind was screaming at you to let her keep going, her soft hands caressing your sensitive flesh.
She smiles as her soft hands slowly cup your larger balls. You gasp at the feeling. She begins kneeding and massaging your nuts. You look down as you see them slowly expand and hang lower in their sac. The skin began turning darker and hairier, too. Even though it was the best feeling you had ever experienced in your life, enough was enough. You push her away, grab your boxers, and run out of the room. "Come back, stud, your not finished yet!", she yells at you. You run down the hallway and exit onto the street. You run around the back alley and put on your boxers so your not running around totally naked. The boxers strain and struggle to contain your new manhood.
You cut through alley and back street until you think you are far enough away from the stripper and that cursed place. You figure you are safe enough now, and no one seems to be around. You take off the boxers and examine the change. Oh my god, your maleness is huge! It had finally died down and was soft, but it hung half way to your knees. It was about 9 inches soft, at least, and quite a lot thicker. It was covered in thick rope like veins and the head looked smooshed, flat, and blunt. It didnt look that human anymore. The color was only marginally darker, but you could tell the difference in the town from your cock and your leg. Looking down at the sack swinging between your leg also reveals a lot of changes. Your balls appeared to be the size of tennis balls, and they were very hairy and brown. They looked like a couple of hairy brown oranges. They were tender and sore, from being denied release with the stripper, and from banging against your legs and you ran. The weight felt substantial hanging from your crotch, both from the balls and your cock, and they swung around like a pendulum when you walked. It would take some getting used to.
That was when you noticed the smell. It seemed to be coming from your new genitals. It was a thick, musky barnyard sweat smell. It was pretty bad. Sniffing your fingers which had just been cupping your balls revealed they were indeed the source. Last, you notice a small bunch of skin at the base of your cock you didnt have before. You tug it experimentally and it feels just like a foreskin. Its still very small and you dont know why you have grown such a thing. One thing is for sure, you don't like any of these changes. You wished for your average, manageable penis, not this brown musky dangly monstrosity.
Also, through your travels on Pleasure Island, you couldnt help but notice the high number of donkeys around. Looking down at your genitals, you begin to feel a sense of fear, hoping that your genitals were not changing into that of a donkeys.
All of the prodding and poking of your crotch has caused it to stir again and come to life. It was filling with blood and becoming quite a bit larger. Your head began swimming with the feeling. As your cock filled with blood and your balls began to boil with sperm again, you hear voices coming from the other side of the street! You need to hide! What do you do?