Jeff’s pants fall around his ankles, his underwear straining to contain his growing body. His legs are covered in thick brown fur and he tries to kick the pants away from his feet, but they’re caught on his shoes.
Ben looks at David as he pulls at his tail. “No this isn’t HAW HEE pning to us,” David yells. “There has to be another way-“ Ben is interrupted as the sound of a whip breaks the air from the other room.
Ben runs over to check it out and sees the white suited man and several other men herding the donkeys out the door. Ben scratches at his ears, “We’re trapped.”
“Ben,” David calls, “It’s Jeff.” Ben turns around and sees Jeff as he steps out of his pants onto a pair of newly formed hooves. David isn’t looking at Jeff, he’s looking right at Ben, “Ben, your ears.”
Ben reaches up to his ears, which have moved up to the top of his head. They’re long and covered in a thin layer of fur.