It doesn't take long for you to settle into a routine, and a strange and erotic routine it becomes.
After much experimenting, you gain good control over your ability to transform young men into almost anything you can think of. Every farm animal conceivable comes out of your room at all hours of the day or night. You even start doing multiples at the same time as you gain in power, once turning a small bachelor party into a literal sausage fest, with five young men turned to sows before they knew what hit them.
You even get a dangerous reputation among the staff, turning a couple a year into whatever you please. Sometimes it's newbies that don't yet believe what's happening here, other times it's been experienced hands wanting to get out.
Though time doesn't seem to really pass in Pleasure Island, you know you've transformed thousands before you begin to realize that the thrill is gone. You try and spice things up, making a few dangerous animals out of confused farm hands and college kids, but after a few rounds with an angry, confused and drunk black bear, you decide enough is enough.
It's time to get out.
You know from experience that getting out generally doesn't mean walking out on fewer than four legs. You could try and escape, but it seems likely that you'd regret it.
You wake up one morning and decide that, one way or the other, this is your last day in this life.