Here is a small bit of mercy, afterall. Jeff the donkey falls into a very deep sleep. He ends up sleeping for many hours. About 9, to be a bit more precise.
It is now about 10:30 AM on Saturday morning and the sun is already high in the sky and the temperature outside already reaching almost a balmy 90 degrees on this hot July summer day.
He slowly becomes conscious, with such crazy surreal dreams still swirling around in his mind. The sound of gushing water hit his ears, at the same time as an intense smell of a barnyard that hasn't been mucked out in weeks enters his deep and dark nostrils.
The smell making him feel disgusted, he lets out a great big old donkey yawn:
*EEEERRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH HHHJHAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!" The only sound his vocals are able to perform. That particular noise was *EXTREMELY* irritating to his ultra sensitive hearing.
"Who the hell has a donk….oh! Right! That was me! That was me? That was me that made that sound! Wtf!? That wasn't just a dream!?"
Deep breath going into his lungs, he jumps up, expecting to leap onto his two legs. Instead, he jumped up onto four, his hooves clopping loudly on the hard tiled floor of his parents' master bathroom.
The sound of hooves clopping was also shamefully irritating. He will never hear a donkey bray or it's hooves clopping without ever feeling a deep-seated humiliation, thinking people are snickering at him. Even if the braying and clopping were coming from a natural-born donkey and not himself. Even though he knows nobody knows what he did to himself, nor what he has been dreaming of lately and jacking off to. The sound of a donkey bray will be a humiliating sound that he will feel like is revealing his now deepest, darkest secret to the entire world. And it's embarrassing! He doesn't want anyone to ever hear such a sound. Cuz it sounds like him!
To make things worse yet, that sound DID NOT come from a natural-born donkey! IT CAME HIM! A human boy-turned donkey!
And so, his shame and humiliation is now reaching new heights. Especially considering he can now see bright sunlight coming through the bathroom window, revealing him in his full glory to the light of day!
"DAY! It's daytime again! What time is it now!?"
Hurriedly, he scampered out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom to peer at his dad's digital bedside clock. He had to make his way closer to it, due to his still-poor eyesight. Another thing he wouldn't be able to get used to.
Peering at the clock with one eye, he could barely make out the fuzzy numbers:
"10:33. 10:33! Another hour and a half! God, this is the longest day of my life! I have an hour and a half left! Finally! I can see the end of this!"
But what if this ISNT the end? What if something happened, like the power went out, or the computer died or got a virus or something, and he would be unable to be restored back to his nice, normal self??
He felt the horniness immediately come upon him, as his balls began to churn intensely. This time, he is welcoming it! He can actually feel the excitement of wanting to pleasure himself. He was going to head back into the bathroom, but alas, it SMELLED HORRENDOUS in there and the mess on the floor! Hell, he smelled horrendous himself!
But pushing that to the back of his mind, he purposely brought the idea of being stuck like this forever into his mind. For a brief moment, he thought he was human, as he felt his phantom body and was strangely a bit disappointed. He then opened his mouth, and heard that irritating embarrassing sound come out. "Eeerrrgghh hhhaaww."
"I'm a donkey! I AM a donkey! Stuck like this! Helplessly and hopelessly stuck like this! The chronivac is broken, and will never restore me ever again! Stuck as an old grown ass disgusting donkey with no physical abilities except eating a large amount of grass, pulling wagons, and making annoying creepy ass noises! Like all others of my own species!"
With the thought "my own species," it jumped!
"My species can't talk. Humans cannot understand us. Hell, we can't even talk to eachother, except through body language! All of us with our own trapped minds, unable to sufficiently express ourselves. Course, all other donkeys will have no need to express themselves. Not in any vocalizations more complex than some pure emotions like anger, lust, or pain. And even then it all sounds much the same. Like this;
"Eeerrrrgghhh hhhhaaawww!!"
That's it! I've joined them! But I have a human mind and they don't! And because of this body, I'm no longer superior to them! I've joined those natural-born donkeys! That's me! Forever! I've joined them! Eeerrrrrggghhh hhhhaawww!!!"
Getting hornier and closer, he humiliates himself to himself even further, by focusing his intense thoughts to his hands! He doesn't have any! The constant constraints on his hands is too much!
" I want my hands back! My hands! Eeeerrggghhh hhhaawwww eerrrggghhh hhhaawwww!! I can't speak, I can't open my hands! Eeerrrrgghhh hhhaawwww!!! I can't open doors with them! I can't eat with them! Eeeerrggghhh hhhaaaww!! Oh God, I can't speak! Eeerrrrgghhh hhhhaaawww! Never, ever again! Eeerrrrgghhh hhhhaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!"
One last thrust, and he blissfully came!
Squishing his still-pole-like giant dick into the ground, his senstive afterglow was tremendously satisfying. He lay there for 15 minutes or so, thinking about a future as a donkey. He wouldn't have one! He'd be stuck on all fours. Absolutely no physical abilities ever again.
Annoyed with his useless body, he stands back up, and wanders back to his dad's clock.
10:48 AM. DAMMIT! Still another hour and twelve minutes left!
"Well, I suppose I could pass this time by attempting my shower once and for all!"
Having satisfied the criteria of obtaining true pleasure with his transformation, he is finally spent as a male donkey! All he has to do now, is wait out the timer.