My head was full of cotton, I staggered about leaning on one lamp post after another. People passing made comments yet my care was for both personal safety and a personal need.
Whether fear from seeing the sight of man becoming animal or just the gallon of beer I drank my bladder screamed for release. At last the sign of public restrooms loomed out over the boardwalk.
I looked down the alley between the exibit buildings. Two doors, one said enter and the other showed the face of a clown. Zig zagging I walked toward the door marked, enter. As I opened the door the smell from inside about knocked me to my knees. It was little wonder that no people were coming and going from this useful place due to the horrid odor.
My need was greater and I entered the dark green door. The red tile floor reminded me more of a stable floor than that of a restroom. The trickling sound of continued running water and an occasional rip of a hardy fart from the toilet stalls.
I sauntered over to a wall lined with tall or short urinals. As I stood before one my almost senseless fingers fumbled with zipper and poked at jockey shorts for the opening. Even drunk the feeling of my shorts seemed overly tight. As the shorts finally parted and my penis was released to the outside world it jumped out and hung down in all my male splendor.
"Ahhh," the relief I quickly began to feel better and my entire body became relaxed again.
Suddenly the sensed feeling of warm breath on the back of my neck. I
turned to look into the wiskered burly face of a big nostriled man.
"Yes sir?" I said in a questioning sort of way.
In a gravelly voice he said, "Hey sonny you want some pleasure before you lose your soul to Pleasure Island?"
"What, do what!" I shook my head a 'NO'.
"Look sonny, your on your way! Won't be but hours or maybe a day or two till at home the beer gets it's way with you. I had just a sip and look how it has worked on me!" the man said as he tugged his waistband down to show a black sheath of beastly preportions.
I stared at the black folds of skin and watched as a flatish gland pressed out an inch or two like I'd seen a dozen times under horses around the park.
"What?" I again questioned.
"Come here sonny and I give you the most soothing blow!" he offered as his strong arm wrapped my shoulders.
In my most stupid of stoupers this foolish youth followed the man around a corner and into a toilet stall. As I stood drunkly holding onto the stall's wall to stop the earth from moving, he dropped to his knees and reached for the belt which held my drawers over aching hips.
As pants and jockey's fell to around my ankles I watched him begin to pucker and blow oh so softly. I might have just accepted his erotic pleasures if it were not for the view down. The drunken sight was clear and then seemed oh so fuzzy as I peered down the length of my body.
I blinked and then several times as to my terror in that moment the rising of a penis which that morning was not the one I washed in the shower. A dark mottled brown glandhead pressed out into view. A shiver of fear or delight, I know not which ran down my spine. The organ creeped ever so slowly out of it's strange wrinkled home.
Another gasp of wind tickled the sprouting hairs about the organ as it grew longer. Inch after glorious inch pressed ever forward. I felt and watched without one word of protest or fear. The glands flared out as the head was flat. Like a fleshed fence post growing out my groin the massive thing grew.
I suddenly realized that it was not only unlike the form of a human penis but it now arched up and hung forward. As the breeze blew over this most sensual part of me the post became rigid and stood up straight over my stomac and chest.
"See what Pleasure Island beer does to a man's body, sonny!" exclaimed the man between breathes.
I stammered and stood there stunned at this sight.
"Just think sonny if you drank a full glass of Pleasure Island beer your body would soon begin to change. A sip changed me into what I am, but one glass full will make any man know he was born of the animals. Two, three glasses doom's anyone to a life of hard work in the most beastial of ways. I'd say you sonny won't be going home, instead the Island's Coachmen will be looking for you their young runaway!" he said with a grin.