Jeff stood there, gathering his thoughts. He then noticed a stench coming from where he had his first donkey style jack-off session. He wandered over to the spot to investigate out of curiosity and growing boredom, where he performed his unspeakable act. Luckily, he didn't have carpet on his floor so whatever mess he made, could be cleaned up easily enough. Unfortunately, with every step he took with his four legs that ended in hard blocky hooves, a loud clopping noise emanated from under him and the floor boards groaned beneath his mighty weight, reminding him of his predicament for the next 23 hours.
Looking down at the spot on the floor, he could barely make out the gigantic puddle of donkey sperm he left behind. To him, it looked like a shiny gray blurry goo. In reality, it was thick and almost yellowish. That came from inside his own softball-sized, churning, hot, black, velvety balls! And the stench! It smelled like musky rotting fish times a hundred! His new sense of smell greatly sharpened. "That came from me! I produced that foul substance!" "Hhhhhhaaaaaawwwww!!!" He gasped.
He noticed the same stench coming from himself as the foul substance also coated his white chest fur. He then decided he should try to clean up. But how? "Maybe I can use the bathtub," he thought. Careful not to speak to himself, knowing he could only make that annoying embarrassing sound only a full grown jackass can make. Even if nobody else was around to hear it, he was still mightily embarrassed he could only make such an obnoxious noise rather than be able to produce any sort of recognizeable human speech.
In any case, he made his decision. He went to his bedroom door. His first challenge: it was closed. And he didn't have hands. Forgetting that last bit of detail for a moment, he lifted his right foreleg up to grasp the door knob with his right phantom hand. All he managed to do, was paw at the wooden door with his useless hoof.
"Eeerrrrrggghhh HAAAAAWWWWW!!!!" He gasped in frustration. "What the hell," he thought. "How am I supposed to open this door?" He stood there and snorted heavily outward, again, out of frustration.
"Well, I must have a large, strong jaw. I know I have these disgusting large slablike teeth. Might as well put it to good use." And so, he opened wide his smelly mouth. Parting his large black rubbery lips, and….tried to find the knob. Forgetting his large blind spot directly in front of his enormous extended snout, and together with his very poor eyesight to begin with, he struggled to just find the door knob! It took him several tries to finally grip it in his smelly old slobbery mouth. The knob was much lower than expected as his body was a much larger, fully-grown, middle-aged, overweight, fat jack instead of his much shorter, nimbler, kiddie, young 13 year old human boy frame. But, he finally did manage to grip it with his heavily salivating mouth.
He tried turning the knob to open the door but it slipped out of his mouth. Several more unsuccessful tries later to find it in his mouth again, he tried turning it more delicately this time. But this time, he had to actually pull the door inward towards his huge massive clumsy body. All he managed to do was crack it open, then accidently shut it again.
"HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!" He squeel-brayed outwardly. He stomped his right front hoof on the floor boards out of his never-ending frustration in never being able to perform even the simplest of human tasks. The floor board groaned loudly beneath him and began to crack.
"Ah great! Just great! Now I'll have to explain why my floor is messed up to my parents when they get back!"
Huffing out another frustrated sigh, he just wanted to get out of his room, even as he was forgetting why. He could feel a stubborness coming on to see this task to it's end. He was also beginning to feel claustrophobic in this now-tiny space.
And so, he tried a third time. This time, he managed to grip the knob with his mouth a little easier through his many previous practice tries. He then decided to swing his body to his right, as the door swings open to the left. He wanted to make sure his body was out of the way this time. And so, he began to pull the door open again as he began to swing his rump to his right. But he discovered a new problem: he can only open it so wide from this angle. Yeah, his really long neck is quite a bit more flexible than his old human neck ever was. But he could only pull it open a slight sliver before he was constricted from the angle he was going compared to the angle the door was swinging.
With the doorknob still in his mouth, and the door partially open, he took his right front leg and tried sticking it in the crack between the door and the jamb. He didn't realize just how large and clumsy his hoof was. He keeps forgetting he has blocky hooves on the ends of his front legs, where a hand is supposed to be attached to an arm! All he managed to do, was knock the doorknob out of his mouth by slamming the door shut again with his arm….no, his "LEG!"
His frustration coming out in a momentary fit of anger, he reared up on his hind legs but his center of gravity quickly took over and he was back on all fours; coming down with a loud "CRASH!"