"Good ideeawww!" Johnny says as you head for the taps.
As you reach for a mug, a sudden moment of clarity breaks through. What are you doing? Are you really happy right now? You should be scared to death. You feel the fog in your mind start to recede as you hesitate. Meanwhile Johnny had his face in a mug, chugging. The boy never even tried to resist, he looked like he was having so much fun...No this definitely wasn't right. You back away from the beer, shuddering to think what would have happened had you given in and drunk it. Johnny finishes his mug and lowers it. You gasp when you see his face. His nostrils were wide across his face and joined to his lips. As you watch, the rest of the lower part of his face pushes out to join his nose, leaving him with a short, fuzzy muzzle. Yet all Johnny does is grin stupidly at you.
"Dude! Whawwwwwt problem?" He says.
For some reason, you think It looks very strange to see his muzzle moving like that.
"Hold on." Johnny says. He leans back "Heeeeeeeee" then pitches forward "Hawwwwwwww!"
You notice that his muzzle had extended and brown fur was visibly traveling up the sides of his head. Staring, you watch in shock as the boy's hair turns black and into a bristly mohawk. In short order, you are looking at the brown furred head of a donkey. The only thing strange about it was his short muzzle.
"Johnny! We have to get out of here! You have the head of a donkey!" You cry.
"Haw haw haw! Didn't weeeehaw just go over this?" He grabs a mug, fills it, and presses it into your hand. "Don't think! Drink! Fun!"
You stare at the mug in your hand as a war goes on inside you. The hooves, the long ears, the tail...this is no dream, you really are becoming a donkey. It seems that by thinking rationally and fighting it, you are able to slow the changes. But is stopping it worth giving up fun? The voice inside your head returns, expecting to hear to, you get ready to listen to the fight. Instead all you hear is a donkey bray that manages to slip the word fun in. You look back at the bear. One sip couldn't hurt could it? Slowly, you raise the mug to your lips and take a small sip. As the liquid runs down your throat, you feel the pleasant fog in your mind returning. Maybe just another sip? You take another sip...but this time you find that you have drunk the whole thing. You look at Johnny and grin as you go for a refill. "Sawwwry Jawwwny. I beehawwwwn boring."
Johnny waves it off with a darkened hand. "Noawwwww problem."
As you down your second mug, you stop resisting. This is too much fun, you should have followed Johnny's lead sooner. But now that you have, a feeling of bliss came over you, like you never would have to worry about anything again....*grrrrrrrrrr* You look down. Well you have to worry about eating. "Jaawwwny. Weeeehaw need food." He heads towards a snack stand. But you shake your head, enjoying the feeling of your long ears shaking back and forth. "Don't waaaawwwwnt." You look around. That grass did look mighty good...in fact, some other boys had your same idea, they were sitting on the grassy hill pulling up clumps and eating. Some even had their faces to the ground. "Grawwwwwsss." You start towards the hill and sit down. Pulling up a bit with your hands, you stick it in your mouth, after a slight itching in your teeth, you find yourself able to chew it easily...and it tasted amazing! "Joawwwwny!!! This-"
For a moment, the sight Johnny's muzzle extending fully nearly jerked you back to fighting, but the taste of the beer...the grass. You don't want to give that up. In fact, you are jealous of how easy Johnny is pulling up grass, his strong, flexible lips gripping it, while his big, blocky teeth crushed it. "Joaaawwnny. I waaawwwnt" You say.
The donkey headed boy looks up and gives a full throated bray, indistinguishable from a common ass. Then, in a struggling voice, he tells you what you are looking for. "Head. Ground. Chew!" He returns to grazing.
You feel an itching on your head, feeling along the sides, you can feel bristly fur pushing out, a squirming sensation lights on top of your head, you reach a hand to the top to find yourself in possession of a Mohawk. Looking at the grass, you begin to put your head down, and stop as you see something in the center of your vision. Joyfully, you realize your mouth is being corrected. You can feel your skull flowing out into the muzzle, and final it finishes. You put your thick lips to the ground and begin eating the grass with gusto. But after just a short while, you begin to want to have fun again. You get to two legs with difficulty, and Johnny joins you. "I full. Lets fun more!" You say.
"Heeee haw!!!! Glad I donkey! Humans worry." Johnny said.
"Agreeehaw!" You say, not caring that you just identified yourself as a donkey.