The streets were filled with guys turning into donkeys. Some were now braying, others crying for help.
"There's no way I'm ending up like this" Paul thought. But he could feel the changes spreading all over his body. He had no idea how to stop it, but he knew he just had to get off this dammed island.
As he turned a corner, ahead of him were some guards. Instantly he froze and ran the other way. Behind him he could hear one of them shouting "He's tying to escape! Get Him!"
As he looked behind him, he could see there were about 5 guards with batons heading in his direction. He thought that the game as up, but somehow he felt as though he was bulking up, gaining more strength. He was running at a almost inhuman speed, too fast for the guards to catch up. As he turned another corner, a huge cargo ship loomed above him.
Some how the ship looked familiar. "Of course!" He thought. It was the same cargo ship that the saw at the ferry terminal at the terminal on the mainland, so there was a good chance that it would be going back there. Crouching behind a create incase he was seen, he looked around. His new ears could pickup the braying of the donkeys, and some of the guards talking, even though they were hidden under his hat. They were talking about him, sating that he was only part way through his change and they couldn't find him.
Looking down on him self, he could still feel the changes happening, his shirt felt tight, as if he chest was pressing against it. His bigger legs also felt tight in his jeans, and his tail was wiggling at the back.
"I've got to go now" He muttered as he glanced about. The dock was filled with crates of braying donkeys. He shuddered as he thought that it could of been him in one of those crates. He saw a pallet crates being loaded into the side of the ship, and realised that the one he was crouching next to was next in line. Carefully, he slipped himself between two crates. He held his breath as he could feel the pallet being loaded aboard. He breathed a sigh of relief as with a thud, it was loaded into position and the doors were slammed shut and darkness spread all around him.
After a long wait, he ship sounded its horn and set sale for the mainland As the ship got further and further away, Paul could feel the changes slowdown but there was one last surprise for him. In the darkness, Paul tried to get himself more comfortable, but he suddenly jumped when he felt a strange sensation in his crotch, it was if it was on fire. Between each sensation, here could feel his balls grow in size and pushing against his jeans. it got to the point where he felt his jeans were going to burst, but then he felt more changes afoot as well. His dick started to swell and expand. He desperately tied to hold back his cries, for fear of being captured by the crew. His dick seemed to get longer and longer, then he felt something grow over it in quick succession. He could feel the fabric of his jeans strain against the mass in his crotch. After five agonising minutes , the sensations had completely stopped, hand he felt no more changes. Raising a now hairy hand hand to wipe the sweat form his brow, he could feel quite a bit of stubble on his face. Feeling the other bulges on his body, he knew that much more had changed then his ears, rear and crotch.
A few hours later, the ship docked at the mainland and Paul slopped out unnoticed and off into the night.