Your mind has degraded from being the donkey. Your memories are few and only relate to events which happened recently. It causes your head to ache just trying to remember the names of parents, friends, and even thinking of where you put the toilet paper rolls.
What was dumb remains dumb and in this you have been the Donkey in more ways than Professor Carter has pills. Even if you wanted to go back to the Island Park and accept what they had to offer, your mind is so slow in thinking its impossible to decide.
Worse yet is the constant drive for sexual contentment which if you could think about the thought it would be impossible for a Donkey to be so content!
The strange over anxious desire to feel that massive organ ready it self for the work some Maker made it worthy of becoming, this too bring on pangs which cannot be satisfied.
Your tongue lolls out the mouth as eyes bug wide and saliva strings past thicker than normal lip. Every remaining Donkey hair which perks the body tingles as this urge comes over you like a cold wave.
As the ercetion stiffens so also does the lusting passion for bestial release of semen make your rational thoughts perish. Huffing and panting your breaths the need is as large as that black organ can get. You look around but within the house there is no one thing worthy your semen to flow.
Walking slowly with the flared stiff organ swaying about your passion is now blinding and with it so the remaining Pleasure Island poisens have your future poised in their sites.
The Donkey hair is returning, lips thicken even more, the face is becoming what it was supposed to be already, a Donkey face! The care for one's true self is lost in those terrible moments of passion and thus what was born to be you is going the way of the world.
Its happening once again and maybe this time for good. You down deep hope that this change is for good if only to at last have some peace and those rare moments of calm contentment which you knew as a person and long for as a Donkey.
The horrid circle of entrapment which has caught you up into a never ending spirial of no hope is the one thing urging your weak mind to accept the simple life of a Donkey.
The more you lust for animal passion, the deeper your need, the more the poisens of Pleasure Island can take their control.
As the change comes down to the last final square inches of hairy hide and you wander out the front door of a home made for just humans, the wild and tough world of the beast is now yours for years and years to come!