He could see his nose in front of him, and knew his face was starting to push into a muzzle. And inside all this, he was still Ben - but now he had a tail, and ears and hair. Those ears which had started off looking ridiculous, now looked more at home as his body caught up. The feeling of hair made him hot and tickly. The feelings that his genitals were sending him made him horny - and in his pain and anger he didn't even notice his tail swishing underneath him.
There was only one thing to do. He had to get up and run. He got onto his hands, but his knees wouldn't bend that way - so he staggered onto his feet and tipped forward. Instead on falling onto his face as he would of done about ten minutes previously, his arms naturally caught him. He realized with horror that his arms were now long enough to support him. He was on all fours! He had to get up! But he couldn't get the momentum to push himself up. His arms were at full length, his hands now crude fits - the skin tightening between the fingers. Already they had a hoof like appearance. He couldn't lever himself up. He could feel he could run, but it would be on all fours. But something stopped him - the mirror. He caught sight of himself and found he could not move.
His chest had barreled out to support a thicker neck. His torso still had skin visible but his ribcage was huge - his back legs were now designed to be at right angles to his pelvis permanently. And his face was stretched out into a donkey nose. He could see himself under this dreadful mask, but it was all him. Not a mask. His dick was huge, pink and mottled and it seemed to bob up and down with his pulse. He crazily thought of all the girls he had with that dick - and now look at it. Look at him! He couldn't feel them any more like a lover, he could only hump like a beast! He kicked his back legs and smashed the mirror to the girls delight. One last thought hit him. - He had to bargain with them, they could stop this.
"Pleeehhhe, IIII hont hannaa heee a honkeyy!! HAAAAAAW!!"
"Oh, he can't speak…" said Amber.
"Look at him, bless his. Look, he wants a nice jenny to mate with."
No! No I don't he thought.
"He can't do it with us any more. He's a filthy animal. We want a nice muscular male. Not a jackass!"
Closing his eyes he felt his face move forward more. He felt the tickling of a stubby mane growing down his lengthened neck. He tried to speak but felt large slab like teeth and a thick vile tongue trying to manipulate the words. His voice box bellowed "HHHAHAHAAAAAWWWW HEEEEAHAWWWW"
His face stretched more, becoming a complete donkey head. His shirt tore at the back ah he grew in size revealing a dark cross that marks all donkeys.
His nipples - the last sign he was human disappeared into tough donkey hide and hew as complete. The girls saw the fight die in him - they saw the content that came with the change and thoughts of grass and procreation.
The jackass was lead out of the room, as the one witness who saw the pleasure island scam was lead out of the room on all fours, leaving a tattered pile of torn clothes behind him.
The end?