Ben opens his eyes to the chaos around him.
One of the two guards is on his hands and knees. As he slowly stands you can see his skin is white. He opens his mouth but no sound emerges. His eyes are wide and his movements slow. You watch as he slowly becomes marble. A statue of himself but his clothes remain. He only managed to rip his shirt open to witness his change before he was unable to move.
The second guard is faring no better. His ears are long and silly and behind him his pants have ripped open to reveal a bushy little tail at the base of his spine. He yelps as he grasps his mid section and pulls his clothes off to see what is happening to him. All over him fine white hair sprouts and his eyes turn dark black. Whiskers bristle from his cheeks as he looks more and more like a bunny every second. But not totally correct. His hands are wrong, like mittens, and his legs and arms are still humanoid. The fur isnt fur at all but fuz. He wobbles and falls over, his legs stuffed with cotton and unable to support him. As he struggles on the floor he moans a little as his genitals are smoothed over by white fur and his mid section is filled with stuffing. Soon he too is immobile, a giant white bunny toy.
Ben looks down at his hands and feels them tingle, but sees no change. Standing he quickly pulls his shirt off and looks down at his hairy body covered with donkey fur and watches in astonishment as it slowly retracts. His tail hurts from the fall, but its nothing compared to the new pain he feels his spine shrinks and his tail retracts. He is becoming human. Ben lets out a sigh as he watches his changes and runs his hands over his restored form, his ass and ears normal, his chest and legs smooth and free of animal hair.
The men on the stage are already changed before Ben remembers to look at them. There they stand, two immobilized villains frozen by their own devices. One is entirely made of glass. His expression clearly etched in his crystalline features and the light dances across him as Ben moves. The other is a tree. His feet rooting in the stage and his arms held up high as he branches outward. His face is distorted and leaves have already begun to form on his new branches, fingers, and hair with a torso trunk that has merged his legs in to his new form.
Ben relaxes. Its over for now. These menn wont be doing any more parties at the Pleasure Island Club. He walks to the door and exits, the night air feels good on his human face.
"Im thirsty."