Stan could only watch as the woman in black began painting some liquid all over Frank's hung helpless self. Squirm he did as the round brush coated his legs and upwards with the dark brown stuff.
"No Lady, don't do this to me!" pleaded Frank.
A soft laugh and then she spoke, "You like my breasts, a sign of an over sexed male and young enough for to be made to appreciate what this will give you! Be calm young one as the serum soaks into your skin a mircle will begin. The young human male will change before your eyes. Now a human, and in the matter of one hour it you shall be permanently on your way to join the Donkey herds." as then she laughed a wicked laugh.
Stan could see than the liquid was somehow painful as it was applied. Waiting was all he could do less he tip his hand and end up with those horny Donkeys heading for a work farm somewhere. At last the woman was finished and removing her cloak she gave Frank one last laugh and walked out to find another sucker.
Jumping out Stan ran up to Frank who hung there moaning his eyes closed and face almost caked with conjealed, whatever? Calling to his friend, "Frank can you hear me?" got a moan of response.
A flick of his scout knife and the ropes parted dropping Frank into a limp pile of rapidly changing humanity.
Stan quickly donned the cloak of the woman and picked up his friend making well sure not to touch any of the gooie stuff clinging to his body. Looping his arms under Frank's he dragged Frank to a private bath in the stateroom. A toss of his friend into the tub he turned on the shower and began to spray off the sticky stuff.
First the stuff came off Frank's head and neck as they were coated last. Spray and spray and then turning the water to almost scaulding hot he worked the shower head to wash off as much as had not soaked into Frank's skin.
Slowly the sense and mind took hold as Frank picked himself up and out the tub.
"Just wanted a hot dog, huh!" chidded Stan at his friend.
Frank said nothing and stood for a moment, then with a stretch he strained his arms high. Rolling his head about the neck he yawned and then bent over to touch his toes.
"Thanks Stan, I feel just great again!" said Frank as he stood on one foot and stretched the other leg and foot out behind.
Stan looked his friend over well knowing that not all the painted liquid came off and some had soaked in before the water got good and hot.
"Thant thruy Thaaath! Thaath thaa baa, baaamp baawp!" choked Frank out the slurred words.
Stan could only again stand and watch as Frank's face became very Donkey in nature and form. As the young man strained his fingers to touch Stan for help the dark brown and gray fuzz began to sprout over shoulders, arms, chest, belly, back, and butt.
Frank got mad and stomped his foot as if he was very upset. And who wouldn't be upset finding their humanity going and a ruddy equine form showing. As Stan looked to the floor the terrible sight of Frank's hind feet, hoofs, and changing legs made him shudder in fear for the both of them.