Nice going. Before you were in trouble:
You had the ears, hands, feet, and tail of a donkey.
As soon as you hit the button, the change sped up tenfold. Your knukles curl around your black hooves. No! NO! This isn't supposed to happen. The hair on your arm becomes thincker and thicker. Your arms become longer, so do your legs. They are becoming slightly more spindly near the bottom, and bulkier near the top. My life isn't supposed to end like this! Your ears lose all traces of pink and become covered in dark brown fur. You can feel you thighs and ass bulge through your pants until they are torn apart. Oh God! OH GOD! Your shirt pulls apart as your chest and stomach barrel out. In seconds, your naked body becomes hidden under the same fur that covered your ears. Your face stretches out into an equine shape. You're wise enough to keep your shut. You know what you'll say. I'm not a donkey, I'm a man. I'M NOT A DONKEY! But you are. You knew the story of Pleasure Island but you came anyway. You dabbled in magic at the Maturation Station. And above all you ordered a freaking Donkey Punch! You couldn't have trapped yourself more perfectly if you wanted to. I'm...a donkey. You accept that fact. Idiot. Just then, you see one of the Station's receptionists poke her head into the cubicle.
"Another jackass? Sheesh! As if we don't have enough of these things. Hey kid."
She's talking to you, stupid.
"You can go if you want. We have enough donkeys."
You trudge outside. Indeed, there are a lot of donkeys. Some guys are still turning into them. The rest are just milling around. One guy runs to you. He has the ears and the tail so far.
"Please help me! I don't want to be a donkey!"
You can see the terror in his eyes. You wish you could help, but you can't. As the day goes on, you see dozens of guys go through the same thing. What can you do?