Paul's new fur began to spread all over his body. He could feel it under his shirt, brushing against the fabric. The fur was white, and it was getting longer and longer and longer. He could feel it blowing in the wind. His fur reminded him of a polar bear's.
The curve they were turning seemed to go on forever, with the coaster picking up speed as its wheels grinded the rails. The donkey boy beside him was not screaming anymore: he was braying loudly out of his grayish white muzzle. His long ears swiveled and swayed. Between them, a long dark main was blowing. The boy bent down and felt his feet, which were now hind legs. He felt the hooves, then traced the fingers around his fletlocks.
Paul was having his own problems. He was getting much bigger. He ran one of his hands through his fur, but then he noticed they were growing claws. The tiger boy's tail twitched in angst, and the boy looked over his hands. They were full tiger paws, with retractable claws and pads underneath. The striped fur was spreading up his arms. He couldn't see the rounded ears growing on his head, but Paul could see them.
Everyone on the roller coaster seemed to be changing. Paul heard a lupine howl from a different part of the coaster. Paul then felt something brush the fur on the back of his neck.