I stood as his words circled in my head. "The Beer!" If I could only puke it up but it's been two hours since this fool ran from the bar. Now too, the sensual pleasures of this strange man has urged on the beginning changes.
Looking down at the monster and beastial cock which waves the air as I move makes me realize my fate. "FATE!" A true enough word for someone as I!
A sigh as I bend down to gather up my pants. A round of tucking the softening monster back into my jockey shorts and then to buckle my belt. The burly man laughs at me!
"Sonny you won't get to the front gate before the scent of some mare or jenny will make that big cock shoot out of your pants like a flag pole. The sight will make women scream and bring the Coachmen, you'll see!" he said with a sneer.
"What can I do then?" asked me this shakey and horrified drunk.
"Lots of places around here could offer you better that a life, ahh short life of serving the Coachmen. Circe's Funhouse, she would welcome you and offers a host of possible different forms to be! Ahh, maybe just a short walk to Western Town and the Apothacary or Jeb Flycatcher's Stables, he would be happy to have a good stallion. Oh there's Miss Aphrodite, she likes to increase the deer population, she might make a stag or doe of your situation. The Madame Illusia, she uses a lot of bulls and goats in her magic acts, there's another place! We have a couple of famous Doctors which with their serums change a host of people yearly into total animals or animals of human knowledge." he explained.
"No, no I want to be me! I want to stay human!" I stated.
A chuckle from his fat burly face, "Sonny get this through your head! You got drunk on Donkey beer, that means you will become a male Donkey very soon. Yet if you seek one of the other's they will arrange the change into possibly a happier form, or one of great verility! Think Sonny of being a stallion!"