"Come on, dude - give in to it," he urges. "Sprout that tail..." His voice is low and husky. "You're gonna look pretty stupid standin' there clenchin' your butt when the rest starts to happen."
Rubbing the front of his shorts, he moves back in front of you. Surprisingly, eyes that were once blue are now a rich shade of brown. And a short blondish-brown beard has appeared on his face.
"The rest?" you query, wiping sweat from your brow.
"Duh! What d'you think's happenin' to us, bud? Donkey ears - a long donkey tail..? We're becomin' jackasses! EVERY guy here becomes a jackass!!"
"But why?"
"Dunno..." Grunting, he pulls off his T-shirt. "It's somethin' in the air, I guess. Or the food... the beer maybe." Jeez, he's covered in HAIR! "Whatever, every dude who comes here changes." His tail twitches lazily behind his legs, and alarmingly you feel a corresponding twitch in your own butt. "A load of 'em hate it," he continues, stroking his hairy belly, "...the ones with girlfriends or career plans. But some, like me - we love it." He grins broadly, his tail now whipping across his butt. "I'm hooked, man!"
And then it hits you - why he's so calm, so matter of fact, so goddamn knowlegeable, when by rights he should be scared shitless...
Despite the now overwhelming urge to bend down and let go, you stiffen your back - your itchy, HAIRY back - and say:
"You've done all this before!!"
"Yeah." He grins again. "Twice! Got shipped to a farm first time round, ate someone's leftover burger, then changed back... A week later I was here again, but this time it was a petting zoo, and a chilli dog that did for me." Laughing, he shakes his head. "Steer clear of junk food, buddy!"
Suddenly he grimaces. "Uhh! Things are gettin' mighty tight here," he mutters, staring down at his groin. Then, to your total astonishment, he unzips his cargo shorts and lets the swollen front of his boxers surge forth. Beneath it, the fist-sized lumps that engorge the legs of his shorts pull upwards slightly. "That's better..." With no hint of embarrassment, he starts squeezing and stroking the big jutting bulge. "Some package, huh?" he states proudly. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he adds:
"How's yours hangin'?"
"Oh man!" you gasp, writhing and twisting. The sight of him changing, his enormous, shorts-stretching hard-on, and the feelings flooding your body are too much for you. Dropping to your hands and knees, you push back with your butt - muscles straining, pants stretching tight - as....