Wondering through the deserted streets, darting into the shadows if he heard anything,
Ben knew he'd have to find some clothes fast as he could see the sky lightning in the East.
He knew that it he was to far away to go to his or one of his friends homes, so he'd have
to steal something to wear. He wasn't keen on the idea, but it was that or to walk through
the streets with his donkey appendages in clear view for all to see. Looking down he also
noticed that he'd been running in his socks, he'd must of lost his shoes when he got out of
the window.
He'd been running for some time, and he was now well clear of the City center, and he was
now down a back alley, behind some houses.
It was then he noticed that in one of the back gardens, someone must of accidentally left
their washing out, and on the line were a of pair of dark blue tracksuit bottoms and some
boxers. Without thinking, Ben clambered over the fence and grabbed them off the line. It
hit him that he had just manage to scale a fence with no effort at all. Cautiously
examining his body, he realised just how muscular he had become. Lifting his tight shirt,
he saw that muscles adorned his arms and torso. It looked like he'd been working out for
years. It was astonishing. Moving his hands across his hairy stomach, he could feel his
now well defined six pack. Next he examined his new equipment. Gently pulling down his
darker sheath, he examined he new dick. It was was more like a donkeys then a humans
he thought sadly, but it shear size and girth certainly made up for it. His balls had also ad
the Donk treatment as well, and were now the size of tennis balls, and were covered in
thick brow hair.
After admiring his body for a while, he noticed that the sky was getting lighter, snapping
out of it, he grabbed the trackies and one par of the boxer shorts. Looking at them, they
looked as though they belonged to a well built guy. Looking at his bigger body, he hoped
that they'd fit.
Firstly he pulled on the boxers, as they got to his waist, he had to give them a firm tug
over his now bigger balls. Pulling them up as far as he could, he noticed that his donkey
sheath was still protruding well above the elastic. He knew it would be a bad idea to try to
pull the boxers up further, so he just let it be. Reaching behind him, he stuffed his tail
down the back of the boxers, getting a cold shiver down his back as he felt the mass of
hair that now adorned his arse.
Pulling on the trackies, he examined his lower half. Fortunately, the trackes just fitted but
they left little to the imagination, especially with the huge bulge in the crotch area. But he
actually admired that Pulling his shirt back down, covering the opening of his sheath, Ben
breathed a sigh of relief; until he realised that he'd have to find a hat and something for
his feet.
Looking around the garden, he noticed that there was a old outhouse next to the house,
maybe there would be something in there. Creeping over, he saw that the door was
padlocked. He wondered, could he force the door open with his found strength? There was
only one way to find out!
Standing back a little, he rushed forward, putting all of his body weight upon the old door.
It was too much for it and it came off his hinges. Quickly grabbing it, before it fell and
made a noise, Ben propped it against the wall.
Peering in, he saw that the out house was crammed with gardening tools and equipment,
clearly this guy was a keen gardener. But then Ben saw that to his delight, on one of the
shelves was a old skull cap. He pulled it onto his head, then tucked his ears under it.
Looking down on the floor, there were also a new pair of tan Rigger Boots in the corner.
They looked like a size 12, so he hoped that they'd at least fit his bigger feet.
Sitting on the bench in the garden, he pulled on the left one first. To his relief, wiggling
the toes against the steel toe cap revealed that they were a snug fit. Pulling on the right
boot, he breathed a sigh of relief. Getting back on to the ally, he felt a little better now
that all of his donkey parts were covered and that he almost looked normal, except for
that bulge in his crotch and looking a little odd in builders boots. Thinking about his
situation, Ben pondered about what he was going to do, the sun was now rising and he
knew that they were probably after him now.