Stumbling out onto the street, completely naked, Dean immediately felt the morning's cold air against his prodigious donkeyhood. "Shit..." he muttered, glancing at the massive, sheathed, inhuman organ swaying between his legs. "Don't know if that thing is a plus or minus..." he jokingly said aloud to himself, seeking some comfort against the changes continuing to wrack his body, his swollen hand scratching one of his huge, grapefruit-sized, leathery balls.
Thankfully, for whatever reason, perhaps because of his age or some other unknown blessing, Dean's transformation into a full-blown donkey was going slow, very slow...he hadn't even reached the half-way point yet, unlike all the other boys who he had left braying in the bar.
The fur that had grown across his body was keeping most of his nude form warm as he made his way through the empty avenue back to the hotel. Pausing at the door as he finally reached it, his stiff hand turning the knob, he stepped inside, his thick lips parting to speak.
"Sam...don't look at me...we got..." Dean paused as his eyes fell on two twins (Sam and Max) sleeping in the single bed. "Holy shit..." he whispered. Worse, he felt something within him stirring, his scrotum churning slightly as his penis began to swell in its sheath.