The moving of you and those with you is a rush through the crowds as some you pass by look at you with expressions of concern. Many you see and that give a passing look at you and the others seem disinterested to the point of boredom.
The further into the magical isle you are led and you see the aberration of this place, as men dressed in red felt riding jackets and white knicker pants lead small groups of donkeys in various directions.
Anxious over your own personal safety, you struggle to get free of what binds and bonds you along with the rest of your group; they as you fearful that they too may soon tread the earth as furry beasts of burden.
Your group is of five woe some pretty girls and you, the only male saved from a water born humiliation. The girls dragged along with you seem oblivious to the obvious fate the man dragging you six would have you become and remain. The girls all remark as you all move along the brick streets, they seeing the anxious male donkeys standing or walking, all excited about something, aroused sexually, they show to all just how much they are a male equine "Jack."
A scream and more people screaming ahead, the crowd separates like the Red Sea before Moses.
Through the crowd comes staggering what you recognize must have once been as a human being, a man, and is seen then by all there as one changing. Changing he is, losing his upright standing ability and wanting to be upright, he walks a few steps forward and then falls to stand on all fours.
This poor scared man is naked for all to see how he is rapidly changing. You stand there as do the five girls linked with you, all wide eyed and capturing the essence of the man in a situation that all then realize might well be together in the same bestial plight.
One girl with you realizing her soon dehumanization, she screams, as then others with you begin to whine and or scream.
The changing man comes closer, he comes to stand directly in front of you and eying up at you from his animalistic stance he tries hard to express his horror and the feeling he has of changing species.
You act as disconcerted as do so many there in the street, you are of course scared and apprehensive about your own likely fate. The changing donkey like man turns away from eying you, his excited self is sniffing of female and he becomes like so many you saw thus far, and boasts of a wholly donkey size and length of an erection.
He then sniffs as the five woe some females with you on that tied line. The first one closest to you looks down at the swaying monster male organ and she screams at the thought of such railed up inside of her female body.
The changing donkey-man moves then to the next and on along the line up of these five, all originally speaking of being horny and wishing if the chance came their way of enjoying such sordid relationships with a man changing into an animal.
For as much is and in reality was the renown of this enchanting isle, all there, and even you had some deep seeded wish to feel your own changing from human to become as is a animal and live as would a beast, being yourself bestial in all manner of said such lifestyle.
The donkey-man finds in one young woman his willing mate and with his donkey teeth he chomps at the line that binds and cuts free the last girl in line. He leaps at her and she accepts him, helping to hold the increasing bulking form of an animal in her arms and fawning with his changing fore legs over her shoulders.
He steps close as women watching in the crowd either scream with horror, or moan with a longing to have something like this happen upon their physical selves.
Watching with you all is the Coachman coach driver that was leading you all to likely a bestial doom. He too stands quietly by and allows the donkey-man ever changing of his form to come close with his massive donkey erection; he poking it at the groin of the young woman.
She you note seems as if mentally drunk on the idea of her having sexual intercourse with this donkey-man. As his big prick pokes at her, she with her hands free, works them to drop her skirt and removing silky pink panties, she offers a willing target to the probing male donkey organ.
A yank on the towline and you with then four girls along are pulled into the crowd and closer to your meeting with Jeb Flycatcher, the proud owner of a stable that most of those as donkeys find is their home when not in service or in harness.
Then from in the massing crowd comes a scream, one so blood curdling to you and those with you that they too scream in anguish for the fate of that foolhardy girl.
"She mated with him," you say aloud, your manner of speaking is as one stunned at the thought that any woman would dare to want for having such a trumpet shaped bulbous ended cock rammed brashly up and inside their body; and what might feel terrible or even thrilling, the thrusting of a stud donkey doing his utmost to bring his mate into his herd.
You shiver at the thought, but having seen the man changing and of what he sported as his maleness, the sight of having one like it grants you a desire to have one just like it!
"Come people, come along, we do not wish to keep Mr. Jedidiah Flycatcher awaiting, if he becomes impatient, he is lees than charitable to those like you five." This the Coachman says as if a warning, and you five walk quicker toward your own physical doom.