As he approached the mirror on the far wall opposite the bathroom door, his image was getting a bit clearer the closer he got. Eventually, he was able to make out his foreign facial features. Large nose with huge nostrils, attached to the upper part of his mouth that formed his muzzle.
He could see his gray furry sides stuck way out on either side, and a very large round blurry shape back beyond all of that. He shamefully looked down at the reflection of his hands and saw hooves attached to forelegs. Immoveable, useless, hard, blocky hooves. His dick was demanding his attention, and he purposely focused on the fact that there was no way to open his hands.
He began to force himself to get even hornier by putting an emphasis on the trapped feeling of his hands and fingers. Almost like having them balled up in fisted and cemented that way.
"Hhhaaaww eerrgghh hhhaaww eerrrgghhh hhhaaw," he began to bray softly. Unable to also speak, his hormones began to rage.
Stepping forward into the mirrored alcove, he turned sideways the his left to take advantage of all of the angles of his body. He wanted to see what his donkey dick and balls that constantly demanded his attention looked like. He wanted to see his ass and his…..*GULP!"....Tail!
As soon as he got in there, something was triggered as a new wall slid down to his left, between him and the rest of the bathroom. This new wall trapped him in the alcove and formed a new room! Bright lights turned on all around, eliminating any shadows. The new wall that slid down from the ceiling, also contained a large mirror. There was a large mirrored surface on the ceiling, and on the floor!
His mother must have been extremely vain. This was new, and something he never knew about. But now, he could see his entire body all the way aound! And without any shadows! He could look to the left and right, and see both of his fat sides, four legs and four hooves. He could look straight ahead and see his donkey face and skull. He could use the mirror in front of his face, to look at the reflection of his rear-end with tail sticking out covering his black puckered ass that is embarrassingly raised up high in the air. He could also see his set of really large softball siced balls dangling down back there.
He could look up, and see the entire width of his body, his gray coat with black fur that makes a cross on the back of his broad fatty shoulders. And. He could look down. And see his GIGANTIC one-eyed MONSTER!
He knew it was big. He was able to get a glimpse at it as he stared it down earlier, the very first time it became erect. Oh, how long ago that must have been! It was still daylight back then, and he was horrified. It now seems like he's been on all fours forever. Maybe he is trapped in some kind of twilight zone, and he IS trapped in the body of a big smelly donkey permanently. Never to grow any older, and never able to die. Just trapped in his childhood home?
Shaking his day dreaming out of his mind, he looked against at his monster of a shlong. As wide as a beer can, as long as a meter stick, and as black as tar! His equally black balls wobble around back there with any little movement.
Then to get his thing really going in his desire to masturbate, he tried to speak in English at the same time as he attempted to break his fingers free.
"Hhheerrrgghhh hhhhaawww eeerrrrgghhh hhhaaww." That's all he could say! "My fingers are trapped! I'm a donkey! I have a tail! I have a foreign dick that produces donkey sperm!" And FULL realization of all of his obnoxious bodily features, fluids, and restrictions slammed into his brain all at once! His donkey mouth with donkey tongue and donkey saliva, even. The batter stirring deep within his balls would only be able to create donkeys. He could only impregnate female donkeys. Not female humans. And he would only be able to produce normal donkey babies.
He knelt down and began to hump the floor as he kept his own body image in his mind, continuing to attempt to uselessly bust his fingers out and to speak while braying like the jackass he truly is. He then added the thought to pretend he was trapped with this body forever. Never to be able to utter a single word, and never able to use his fingers. Would never be able to play video games. Never swing a baseball bat. Never throw a baseball. Never be able to read with his poor eyesight, nor write with his hooves.
He COULD have chosen the "permanant" option afterall. That thought gave him intense butterflies deep in his gut and caused his heart to race. Back and forth, he humped. Thinking of all of these scary, horrific, yet sexually pleasurable thoughts.
Braying louder and louder, with a higher and higher pitch, the miracle of life came exploding out from down below. Creating yet another location with rotting fish smell.