"The Most Astonishing Sight You Will Ever See..." is all the sign says. It's only a tent but that boast is pretty strong. He decided to see what could be so astonishing. As soon as he entered the tent he smelled it, apples. The smell was so sweet that he wanted nothing but apples. It will have to wait he thought. In the center of the room stood a mirror. A funhouse mirror? It's going to take a lot more than a mirror to amaze me. He smelled them again. The smell was in the mirror. Chris closed his eyes to focus all his energy on smelling the apples. Though if he had opened his eyes he would have seen his ears growing taller. His hair grew also and covered his new ears, now almost a foot tall. He opened his eyes and saw what had happened. He began to panick but it was already too late.
"Oh my god! What's happening to me?"
He knew though. He knew all too well. Just as his fists began to harden and melt into smooth black hooves the smell of apples returned. Chris looked away from his new hooves, his horror fading. Suddenly, nothing mattered except the smell of apples. He was too preoccupied to feel the tail squirming down his pants leg. He saw it. A room full of them. Apples. He ran for them greedily. He didn't notice the other boys in the room. Some of his friends were there. Some were screaming in horror. Some were gorging themselves. Some were naked. Some were now young jackasses. None of that mattered. If he were to look at himself he would see that the hair from his head was crawling all over his body. His shoes burst apart to reveal another set of hooves. His arms and legs grew longer as hair covered them completely. His clothes strained, ripped, and fell to the floor, completely unnoticed. His stomach grew hairy and inflated a bit. Chris stopped momentarily from eating to shift his position. Sitting was uncomfortable. He stood instead on all fours and found a fresh apple to eat. His mouth stretched longer until it became a muzzel. His teeth bucked forward. All the easier to eat the apple. His once blonde hair became a course brown. Only a tuft of it was left on his fledgling mane. The donkey named Chris finished his apple only to discover that it was the last...