Dean and Sam had split up in the evening, not long after Sam had enjoyed his twin-producing drink...and Dean had enjoyed a 'regular' beer of the pleasure island variety.
It wasn't the first beer Dean would have that night from pleasure island, and during the course of his revelries, hoping from bar to bar and strip show to strip show, he had consumed at least a half-dozen more.
The first thing Dean noticed was little off as the night progressed was the growing tightness he felt in his groin area and his building need for release from his swollen balls. At some point in the evening, he couldn't remember when, he had ditched his underwear to give his manhood a little freedom. If he could have remembered when, he probably would have remembered noticing how much thicker and longer his penis seemed since he last remembered giving it some air.
Much of the night was a blur for Dean, he had faint memories of younger boys braying at the bars, sporting huge, animal-like ears, and even, he himself, letting off a good 'HeHawww' as several waitresses fondled his semi-hard cock through its denim.
At some point in the night, Dean clearly recalled receiving a blowjob from three very donkey-looking bar patrons and one hot-ass waitress, before finally unloading on them and the pool game their sexual frenzy had interrupted, coating everyone and everything in white. It was perhaps this memory that had Dean so disturbed, this memory, and
awakening in the morning to an empty bar with his dick still hanging out of his jeans' fly. No, more than just hanging out, it was drooped, completely soft, over his thigh and was so thick his zipper's teeth were biting almost painfully into it.
With only a frightened glance at the inhuman monster between his legs, Dean had shoved his nearly complete donkey-boy organ back into his pants and rushed back to the hotel. There, in the bathroom, he discovered in the mirror that other changes had taken place to parts of his body other than his manhood...his ears were pointed and furry, and his front teeth seemed almost comically larger. Pulling off his shirt, he noticed his torso was also covered in fine, coarse hair.
With Max's knock on the door, Dean swung it open, not in the mood to deal with his fruity brother's twin. His cock painfully tight in his jeans, his enlarged balls already pumping out fresh hormone, encouraging his dick to grow and seek release, and his body showing the signs of donkeyfication...the last thing he needed was his gay younger brother bothering
him.