"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, eeeeeeehhhhhaaaaaaaawwww," moaned Dean.
He could feel the mane sprouting on his neck and growing down his spine. He had to stop the transformation. Clothing? He was naked.
He bellowed, "I need clothing to fit me to stop this!"
Max and Sam looked up wide-eyed. Their skins which had been glistening with sweat and starting to sprout fur, suddenly, seemed to get shiny and start to darken rapidly.
The one on Dean's cock did a partial cartwheel without letting go and draped his legs over Dean's shoulders. The twin sucking his donkey balls shot between Dean's legs, and part way under him.
It took Dean a moment to comprehend that they were complying with his wish. Their faces and bodies collapsed and now as Dean stood he found himself clad in a pair of custom black leather jeans with an opening in the rear for his tail. The jacket was supple form-fitting black leather, and he could feel that his body had stabilized as an anthropomorphic donkey man. He walked over to the hotel bathroom and inspected himself in the mirrors. He was one fine piece of Donkeyman meat, he thought, and he really liked the way his new clothing fit. He seemed to recall abstractly that his clothing used to be human, but it was the vague way that a person recalls that the cheese and pepperoni on pizzas both come from cows, or that chicken eggs are in cake. It just didn't seem all that relevant to how Dean looked.
He shrugged, and liked the way the jacket moved to display his musculature. He'd never take this clothing off. He certainly didn't want to be a donkey, and he didn't really think he wanted to be human again, at least not yet. He was horny as hell, and his jeans did everything to emphasize his condition. He grinned, and headed down to the docks to pick up guys. He recalled preferring women once, but for the life of him he couldn't recall why? He picked a wild carrot growing by the sidewalk and wolfed it down as he walked back into the heart of Pleasure Island. He could see the morning ferry arriving dockside with new visitors to the Island. There were crates of donkeys on the dock waiting for the return trip. Dean almost felt sorry for them, but mostly he felt relief that he wasn't in the crates with them.
A dozen young men dashed off the gangplank, and a couple ran straight up to him.
"Who are you supposed to be? Joe Camel?"
"Dean Donkeyman," was Dean's quick reply. He grinned, and let his potent pheromones do the rest.
The two guys were already starting to sway as the heady musk began to affect them.
"Cool, I'm Zach, and that's Bo, and we're on Spring Break from Penn State," the tall blond said with his eyes fixed on Dean's crotch.
"Yeah, Bo and Zach," said the dark haired shorter young man.
"Penn State and not the State Pen?" Dean asked with a feeble attempt at wit.
Both boys laughed like it was the funniest joke ever, and moved in closer to Dean.
"So, is it real or a costume?" Bo asked pointing his finger at Dean's hairy chest.
In answer, Dean leaned forward and let Bo's finger tip touch him.
"Fuck it's real! It's gotta be real!" Bo exclaimed pressing his finger against Dean's chest and sliding it down his abs until he struck the black leather boner stretching Dean's jeans. "Oh, sorry."
"Could you maybe let us see all of you?" Zach asked.
"Sure, come back with me to my hotel room," Dean said. He stepped between the boys turned and lowered his big arms over each one's shoulders. They instinctively lowered their heads to Dean's chest and inhaled deeply. The could hear the slow rhythmic beating of Dean's heart. He was the only real thing in the world to them right now. Dean owned them.
Slowly, Dean walked the two young men back to the hotel. He wondered whether they'd become donkeys too or clothing or maybe he could control their change.
Both young men were a bit lean. Zach may have tipped the scales at 140 or 150, but Bo couldn't be more than 120. Perhaps at his current size, a 260-270 lb man would be a more suitable partner. Dean wondered absently as they walked what the result of merging the two young men might be. A dirty blond muscleman, maybe? He licked his lips and swished his tail. The boys were starting to drool, so was Dean.