Ken walks around looking at things trying his best to make those also inside the shop forget the foolish things he had just done. His right hand still in a death grip about the base of his toy rubber horse cock, he fumbles with this and that.
Wierd is the shop and the some silly and other things that you could only consider as crude, rude, or sexual. He fingers the other bins with cocks some red, others pink, then black ones like he's holding, only smaller or shorter.
Meanwhile one of the summer help is watching, Melanie a niece of Jeb Flycather the manager of a donkey and horse stable, she stands and watches this hunk of a man. This is her third summer working at the Park. She knows what happens to those fool enough to step inside the changing rooms. Some of them she makes suggestions to, sending them with whatever into the room and from there they live out their wildest of fantasy.
"You thinking of any, I mean they all are quite nice, but the one in your hand would be a little profound, don't you think?" asked Melanie of Ken.
Ken quickly tosses the black rubber horse cock into its original bin and turns to step away.
"Oh, but if you like it don't toss it away! No, no by all means if you think it too big there are other nice ones here too!" offers Melanie.
"I'm just looking around!" states Ken wishing he had not even entered the shop let alone this crazy crude Park.
Melanie reaches into a bin and comes up with another equine shaped cock and balls, only smaller.
"These could be nice to own!" she tosses Ken a suggestion like it were a pair of slippers and not a moddled brown and black penis and balls of some animal.
Ken looks at what she holds, then looking up at her face he just smiles a friendly face, then turns to walk away.
Melanie is one good sales person and has seen many in past summers before.
"If this isn't to your taste maybe some sow teats, or cow udders, we have goat horns, or doggy cocks too!" she offers Ken the inventory to view.
Ken looks here in the face expecting she will crack a smile. Instead Melanie's face remains sound, her eyes flash of happiness, a smirking grin of a friendly manner, and a face so sweet I guy could fall in love with her by just looking her way.
"Really I'm just brousing around, I saw maybe a little too much when that man walked into the changing room. I mean the next thing I saw was a big man leading a donkey into a corral out back, the guy was gone! His wife since has entered the room her sow head under her arm. she squealed a moment ago and stopped several people from shopping here. Since then her squeals have stopped and she is not coming out. I note the sign above the door handle says the room is open, but she never came out this door, so what happened to her?" asked Ken.
Melanie steps close to Ken and whispers in his ear, "The shop is the beginning for some and the end for others. Those wishing to live in a new reality come through here and find for them a wilder lifestyle. Others, like than lady and maybe too her husband find a fantasy that might be like falling into Hell. The real trick is to take and try something that doesn't copme ans start things too close to the brain. The donkey ears do the worst to most as when they grow into place the roots dig in and warp the mind into that of a true donkey. Your choice of a draft horse cock was very nice as it would offer you a fantasy time and full memories of past, present, and leaving what was rational still intact." says Melanie in trying to explain and off Ken a thrill.
"What bull shit is this? You expect I would believe that those who walk in there with any of these body parts gets to keep them, or they become as what in reality would have had such things, do I look stupid?" says Ken wishing that he hadn't seen all he had seen so far.
Melanie steps closer yet to Ken and taking what she had picked out of a bin she presses it to the front of his pants.
"There wouldn't that just look grand! Your one hell of a male and having a penis and balls of one Shetland pony might make you a stud of studs!" suggests Melanie of Ken.
Under his pants Ken is already erect at the touch of her hand and the pony penis made of brown and black rubber.
Ken stands perfectly still, his mind is undecided about this girl and or what she proposes for him to maybe do. Looking down he can almost imagine that pony cock and big balls to be in his groin. The lust he feels is to jam that big pecker up a willing cunt and then enjoy the feel. His mind pans away from women to momentarily thinking of hair round butts covered with hairy tail and big, big, big pussies.
"What!" says Ken as he pushes Melanie's hand and her gift away.
"Oh, I'm so sorry cause if your gay, maybe then you might prefer one of our puffy pink cow cunts over here!" offers Melanie as she points for Ken to check out another big bin.