Smiling with his most cunning a grin as if the thought of him doing a striptease act were a deep seated desire. You ask first and insist he sit down and stop acting like an idiot. Your words act only to spur him on, and he raising his hand, is then another customer, soon to be victim, he welcomed by the donkey-girls up on the stage.
"Your name sir, is?" Asked the all blonde donkey-girl, she the most endowed with a chest bearing two dolly Parton size breasts.
"Duh...oh ah...Buddy is what my friends call me!" Said Buddy, he not liking much what his mother named him, he speaking of it thought the name a too frilly.
"Welcome Buddy, our three Donkeyette girls shall take you along and ready you for your acting day viewing." Announced the lust luscious blonde donkey-woman, she looking as if older than all the others dressed so alluringly in their tight and bestial costumes.
Buddy merrily goes with the three donkey-girls, one as a brunet, the second as a red roan hair coloring and the one trailing behind as if goosing Buddy along, she a stunning female form all from head to hoofs a dappled black and gray coloring to her furry costume.
Buddy went out of sight and behind the stage curtain, you seeing your glass of brew as nothing but suds, you see no donkey-girls doing table waiting so you think its best for you to walk to the bar and ask for a refill.
As you come close to the bar there is standing and facing the barkeep what at first looks like a very muscular young man, his chin a chiseled looker, a fantasy of your own. Coming to the bar you wait for the barkeeper to turn and face you, but standing there the then youthful man is not far from being a human headed male donkey, and he standing in an upright manner as he helps deliver a new keg of the beer.
You take note, seeing the young man as such, eying you and he flashing his eyes for you to take note of the keg he just delivered.
Peering over the oak wood bar you see the huge wooden keg of beer, but on it is a red sign, it you read as:
[B]CHEMICAL BEER" [/B]
The barkeep has not seen you standing there behind him, he addressed the donkey-delivery fellow, "You are late, I had to give some of the customers the good stuff, and as you might remember from your schooling here, too much of the good stuff depletes the chemical induced transforming of our customers to become as donkeys, or just like you!" The man said and then breaking into a uproarious round of laughter; he turned toward the bar room and sees you are there, and listening.
"What do you want here?" The barkeeper asks of you, his voice coarse, acting insulted of you being so close and he not taking note.
"A refill of the good stuff, and a few words with your delivery man...ah, friend." You remarked, as seeing the then fully naked young man, he more as might be said a male donkey standing uprightly as would a human.
Your mug is filled and the barkeep walks away, seemingly less than concerned you would ask to speak with what looks very much like a male looking for to show his ability for bestial debauchery.
"Thanks for the warning, but is what he said about the keg of beer true?" You ask, your inclination for learning all is considered by friends as a prying female intuition.
He leans on the oak bar and with cautious words whispers to you, "You are in a bar that will make you to look like those donkey-girls or become as is a donkey jennet animal. It is the chem-beer that does the changing. Everybody here is served it, and refilled with it, as with time and adrenalin flowing from what they came to see, each in their own turn becomes an Ass of their proper gender.
You asked for the good stuff, drink it and ask for another, the second mug will protect your body and skeletal form from shifting to become animalistic. Drinking more will not act with enough of an antidote to stop your skin from becoming donkey hide or you from growing a body covered in donkey fur. Expect some changes with time if you make home that your vagina and anus will become wholly equine, donkey like, and easily aroused.
I suggest you leave now, forget your boy-friend, as those donkey-girls who walked him off stage did this to me and since then they try to lure me to tongue lick them clean from many a male donkey feeling his humanity fade away."
You had the facial expression of someone in utter disbelief of such was a real possibility in this mechanical and scientific age.
"Let us give a welcoming hand of applause to BUDDY, our newest stud donkey-man striptease dancer!" So said then that blonde fur covered woman announcer, she up on the stage and motioning for Buddy to walk out and take a bow.
Anxious seconds pass and then slowly, as if each fore-motion step were with a sense of agony, Buddy strolls out on stage.