Story by the commissioner, maxxcallaher
You knew the risks of checking into the Pleasure Island Hotel - and sleeping on the bed. After a whole day of drinking, shooting pool, and smoking Pleasure Island's unique brand of cigars, you thought you'd turn in for the night. But this bed is different. In the middle of the night, you wake up so something slithering up your body. You realize with a start that it's your brand-new tail. But as you hold it in your hand, you realize something else is off - it feels slick, squeaking as your hands run up and down your new appendage. It's then that you notice your "hands" aren't hands anymore. They've become hooves, covered in the same latex substance that your tail is made out of. Shocked, you slap your face, and feel more of the rubber slide onto your face and ears, turning them into donkey parts made out of latex. You fall back onto the bed, resigned to your fate, You're a donkeyboy made out of latex now. And you couldn't be more happy.