"Well, that's not so bad," Jung commented, still feeling himself up. "I kinda like this. I wasn't nearly this...sculpted, before." Looking down at yourself, you notice your muscles are in sharper relief now than they ever had been. "And I think I'm putting on more muscle, too," Jung added. "My arms feel thicker."
"Yeah, sure," the workman says, "but it does other things, too."
"Can't be worse than being a donkey," Leon brayed. His tail was only a few inches long now, and his ears looked like a hairy Vulcan's. He was shaping up to be a pretty good looking guy, you notice.
"Maybe. But it doesn't just change your body," the workman said. "Just like the donkey charm...it changes your mind, too."
"How?" Jung asks. "And...why are you telling us all this?"
"How? Hell, I don't know. I've just seen the Master use it to make his little fuck toys. I've seen him make the cockiest guy completely subservient to him, but...I mean, I don't know how it works." He sat up again, squeaking a bit, and started undoing his work coat. "Don't need this anymore..." he muttered.
"So why are you so cooperative?" you ask.
He pulls his coat off, revealing a very nice, thick torso, shiny, slick, and green, with a tight black collar around his neck, just below where the rubber ended. "Because this," he pointed to the collar, "isn't working anymore." He unclasped the collar and pulled it off, then threw it into the ocean as hard as he could.
"The rubber charm isn't the only way they make you their slave," the workman told them. "I don't even know how long I've been working on the island."
Your perceptions of the workman suddenly change. He was only a slave himself? "I'm Eric, by the way."
You all go around and introduce yourselves. Leon says his name without any braying or anything, and at this point his donkey traits seem to have gone completely away. As the only fleshy one of you, his pink skin looks odd next to Jung, Eric, and your shiny rubbery skin.
"So what should we do next?" Leon asked.