Reaching behind himself, Todd rips the patch from his shoulder. Then he examines his constricted donkey dick, and rips the coach's jury-rigged jockstrap off. His cock doesn't flop forward, it hangs there attached to his abdomen and his shealth is covered with cross-hatch marks from the basketball net and stubble. He sighs.
Todd shudders after he hears himself sigh. The sigh sounds like a donkey's bray. Todd touches his jaw and is startled to find it seems to be thrusting forward. He goes to the door to find the coach, and discovers he is locked in.
Instinctively, Todd drops to all fours, and then kicks the door off its hinges with his feet. He has to stop this now.
His long donkey ears can hear the coach at the other end of the building, he is listening to a game on the radio while talking on the phone. Apparently, he didn't hear the crash of the door leaving its hinges. As Todd gets closer, he can hear what the coach is saying.
"Yeah, you heard me. What do I have to do to get a donkey entered in your cart races next week?" the coach shouts into the phone, and mutters, "Man, this is a lousy connection."
Donkey? thinks Todd. He pauses outside the coach's office, while trying to decide what to do next. The idea of dressing in his old clothes is right out, he'd never fit in them at his current size. There might be some clothing around here, but at the rate he was changing, he may not need them. Hm?
He hears someone coming, and ducks into the store room next to the coach's office.