A few days had passed since Ben had escaped from the club and things had gone form bad to worse.
The next day after his visit to the club, he woke up to find more changes. To his horror, Ben's cock now had a fully developed sheath, while it wasn't attached to his belly, there was no way that he could pass it off as normal anymore. Feeling his hairy arse, his fingers came across a lump, swiveling around his eyes were greeted with a 15 inch tail, with dark blond fur and a brown tassel at the end.
Ben was scared, would he change any more and end up a full donkey like his friends? He cursed him self for ever agreeing to go to that bloody club.
Thee next day, he nervously examined his body again, there were no more changes, and Ben gave a sigh of relief, but then he thought about something else: What about work and how was he going to live his life being part Donkey? Looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that he could hide those dam ears with a hat, so at least he would be able to go out in broad daylight.
Looking at the clock, he still had a few hours before he had to go to his job at the local garage, so he decided to get himself tided up.
After taking a shower and a long shave, Ben stared at himself in the full length mirror. He was sort of scared and turned on at the same time. His face hadn't really changed, except for a pronounced 5 o' clock shadow, and the large donkey ears, but his body was a different story: it looked as though he had been working out for years, he had an impressive six pack, well defined pecks and muscular arms and legs, all of which were covered with a coat of blond hair. To top it all off was his new equipment, bigger then ever before. He was transfixed on it, gentility he stroked it, causing his cock to stir.
He'd lost track of time, and he'd have to hurry or he'd be late, pulling himself form the mirror he headed to his bedroom to get dressed. Rummaging through his draws, he found a pair of boxers that were one to big for him, he hoped to god they would fit him now. Pulling them on, he had to give them a firm tug over his ass and his package, but they were up. Reaching behind him, she stuffed his tail at the back. Next he put on his jeans and fastened them with his belt and put on a sleeveless T-shirt. Looking over over himself, his clothes left little to the imagination, his shirt hugged his body, showing his muscles and there was a large bulge in the fount of his tight jeans. Slipping on some socks and hiding his ears with a hat he was good to go.
Stopping by the door to put on his riggers, his stomach gave off a almighty rumble, he'd have to stop off somewhere to get a bite to eat first he thought. Getting some money out of his wallet, he closed the door behind him and set off.