After this latest ordeal was over, several months would pass. By the end of the school year, Jeff got a little taller. Unlike his friends and classmates, he had no real desire for girls. Instead, he had his wierd fetish: donkey transformations. He began searching for donkey tf stories online and gobbled them up. But none of them were at all accurate as to what the experience was actually like. There were 2 or 3 gems that stuck out in his mind about the fear and horror of becoming something so debased, but none of them described the life a human brain would have inside the skull of a donkey, trapped with such an obnoxious, horrible, humiliating body.
But he did. Jeff knew what it was like. He had been there and done that for real. He will always remember these stories online, but still, not at all like the real thing.
As the months passed, his crazy sexual urges grew more intense. His mind kept telling him deep down, that he COULD ACTUALLY make himself into a donkey, and make it permanent! Worse still, he could make it where he would have his consciousness transported into the mind of a REAL donkey. He could make it where he still maintained his intellect and all of his memories, but the real donkey's brains would have complete control over the body. He could be a completely helpless witness to all the experiences of a mindless donkey, except with the mind to think intellectually about it, and be forced to always go along with the dominant brain of the donkey.
But the struggle to try to speak with only the braying of a jackass escaping his lips is what truly got him off. He would also constantly look at pictures of all sorts of donkeys, and imagine that was himself trapped inside that body. Desperately unable to escape it.
He would think about these things while jerking off. But every single time after his masturbation sessions, he would feel ashamed, humiliated, and sickened. The fact that he DOES have fingers and IS able to play video games and have his dignified human life made him despise donkeys. He would look down upon them and scoff at them.
Whenever he would hear the braying of a real donkey, he would immediately become embarrassed if such a noise ever occurred in the presence of other people around him. Like at the farm show in the spring that his parents insisted they take him.
For their part, Jeff's parents never suspected a thing. Jeff was, afterall, a normal boy. He was a handsome young guy, he was smart, and he was warm and personable. His inner feelings and experiences he kept completely to himself. He guarded it very carefully. He guarded it so well, that nobody noticed a thing. Not even his own parents!
School let out on June 10th. A month and four days before his 14th birthday. He had finished up 7th grade with solid grades. Half As, almost as many Bs, and two Cs. While his parents wished he was a little more successful, they were still proud of their boy. And he was satisfied with his own performance.
He would be playing baseball this summer, now in his first year of the Senior boys Division. He made the All-Star team of his local Little League since he was 9. His group of teamates grew up together, and they were all friends. They have made it to States chamoionship tournament when he was 10 - 11. Got to Regionals over the summer of when he was 11 and 12. And did so again last year between the ages of 12 and 13. He expected to make All-Stars again this year, after his 14th birthday in July. They were all so determined to make it to the world series this time in August. They had high hopes and equally high confidence. It would be yet another glorious summer of his youth.
During the day; at baseball practice, his friends' houses, mountain biking, hiking, and swimming; doing all the things normal human boys do in the summer time of their youth; his fetish for donkeys was always the furthest thing from his mind. But at night. In the dark. He'd try to go to sleep, but his mind would always wonder to the idea of turning into a donkey again. And he'd always wake back up and relieve himself on his cum rag he used.
Getting close to the very end of spring, as the first day of summer was fast-approaching and the weeks already going by, Jeff started getting "bored" with the same scenario. He was getting bored of looking at the same donkey photos. He would begin to steal glances at the dead monitor of the chronivac that was collecting dust.
Stolen glances, turned into him turning it on. Just the thing powering up and what it could do, would get him off. Growing bored of that, he would begin to look at the various options again. He would begin looking at photos and the video of himself when he was a donkey that the chronivac so conveniently recorded. Even somehow, recording him in his parents' bedroom and bathroom.
He would look at his ugly donkey body. And it truly was ugly! His ears were taller than most normal donkeys. He was fatter; rounder. His teeth: huge, blocky, a nuclear yellow color with black stains around the outlines. (Those things were in my mouth!? That WAS my mouth! That made him want to gag, and he did a little bit, imagining being forced to suck on and lick those disgusting teeth.).
Moving on, his penis was ginormous! And it was pitch-black! He was able to zoom in on that obnoxious disgusting offensive appendage and watch as his softball-sized balls would wobble heavily with each movement below him. They could clearly be seen from behind, hanging between the rear legs and below the black puckered anus like a couple of grotesque ornaments whenever his tail lifted or moved to the side. Inadaquate coverage of his privates, that's for sure!
He could even turn himself into that penis and make that donkey come alive with the true brain of a super horny jackass and put his own conciousness in that very large, very black, very long penis with those huge wobbly balls attached to him as "feet." With his own mind totally unable to move that sucker even a millimeter on his own, totally dependant on his non-sentient male he would be hanging from. The way his piss looked was so yellow, it was nearly green. And his seman was almost yellow as well. Thick, globby, and roppy. Definitely not the more liquidy human seman. He'd be able to taste every acrid piss, and every fishy squirt of donkey batter. He'd never get used to the taste. Always wanting to throw up, but never able to. Penises don't puke. Only piss out nuclear-yellow piss, and off-white colored seman, and horrified at always watching it pour out of himself like a firehose, but tasting like something much more acrid than water.
He imagined himself being rammed inside the huge, smelly, dirty vagina of a female donkey anytime his stud wanted to dominate one. Then being covered in vaginal juices of a normal, natural-born Jenny with the jackass's seman still leaking from his own hole, then followed that up by gushing yellow piss. Then never having the chance to ever take a shower, relying solely on the jack finding a source of water and wading into it, or the Jack's owner deciding to hose him down with the hope he'd get some fresh water squirted his way.
That scenario always got him off as well. Why did such horrendous, tortuous thoughts make him so damn horny anyways!?
Finally, at the end of June, a week before the 4th of July, he would fire up all of his settings to make himself a donkey, and clicked on "permanent." This is it! He could it! He could REALLY do it! All it would take, is one click of the mouse button!
He hovered his mouse directly over the "Apply" button. Raised his index finger up over the left mouse button, then brought it down. His finger rested on the button. His heart pounding very hard in his chest. Utter fear and humiliation clenching in his gut. His penis so hard and so horny, it started leaking pre-cum on its own without any stimulation.
He let go of the mouse, and sat in his chair and immediately got off! That was done in record time!
He looked up at the screen, curled his lips, and was totally grossed out. It was so nasty, it completely turned him off.
Then, a couple of days before the 4th, his parents went on yet another business trip. They'd be home by the 3rd, and they would go to the beach with all sorts of friends and family. But for some reason, Jeff didn't think he belonged there. That it was some other person's life. He wouldn't be wrong.
On July 2nd, he put in all of the settings yet again. Debating on whether to make it a slow process, or instantaneously. He decided on making it instant, like last time. He was totally going to preserve his intelligence, as well as his will over his own body. The idea of always braying and never pronouncing a lick of English was humiliating, frustrating, and entrapping. He selected an option to give himself a perfect photographic memory of the entire chronivac video, and all the various stills of his entire body, and with each obscene body part. From his longer and thicker-than-normal ears, to his tail. From his half-rotten teeth and thick slimy donkey tongue he'd be stuck with, to his huge black firehose penis and almost melon-sized wobbly balls. And even the exact coloration of each part and volume and coloration of each bodily fluid he would be excreting.
Again, he marked "permanent." He could put a longer time frame than a day. Like a month, a year, or even ten years! But the idea that he would never come back into this body ever again, is what really drove the intense fear and horniness.
Again, his penis was leaking pre-cum without so much as touching it. This time, he ignored it. He wouldn't ever jack off his human penis again. So fearful, he was unable to swallow. He was shaking, sweating, and tears beginning to leak out of his eyes. He looked down at his long, tan, skinny fingers and the hands they are attached to. His right arm trembling. With tunnel-like vision, he slowly looked back up at the screen. Lifted his trembling hand to the mouse, raised his finger. Held it there. Held it there. His dick on fire, and throbbing. Then slowly brought his finger down, and depressed the button on the word "Apply."
The moment he lifted his finger back up, was the very moment he was standing on all fours in the middle of the room! Through very poor, near-sighted, monochrome vision not built for reading fine print. Or for any sort of print. He forgot about the shitty vision he had!
In shock, he just stood there, breathing heavily into much larger lungs. He surveyed his room. Then he heard a voicecome from the chronivac:
"Thank you for using Chronivac 4.0. We hope you have the great life you've given yourself! In the meantime, you will be transported to a more appropriate location, free-of-charge."
Then the screen went black, and a light emitted at Jeff the giant 750lb fat jackass. Suddenly, he found himself in the backyard! He'll never see the inside of his house ever again! Hell, he'll never see the inside of any house! Jackasses don't belong indoors. The only "indoors" they belong in, are barns. Smelly old barns filled with other smelly farm critters with nothing but hay and slop to eat. Nothing to do, but to stand around eating, shitting, and pissing.
Just standing there in the yard, Jeff doesn't believe this is real. "Hhhaawwww" he says outloud.
"Eeerrrrrgghh HHHHAAAWWWW!! Eerrrgghhh HAAAWWW!! EEERRGGHH HHHAAAAWWW!!HAAAWWW!! EEERRGGHH HHHAAAAWWW!!HAAAWWW!! EEERRGGHH HHHAAAAWWW!!HAAAWWW!! EEERRGGHH HHHAAAAWWW!!
His already erect human penis was ready to explode. His donkey penis is hopping up and down!
Eerrgghh hhhaawwww eerrgghh hhhaaww! he tries to speak but can't.
He tries opening his hands, but can't. He tries to stand on two legs. But he's way too top heavy and his hips don't support that. He's stuck! This is it! All of his dark fantasies come true! He's a donkey! Forever! And nothing in the world could ever change that now! Not even another chronivac! This is his form now! 13 year old boy brain inside the skull of the equivalent of a 45 year old donkey, looking out of the dark, dull eyeballs of a donkey! With larger-than normal ears. He can see them standing straight up in the humiliating shadow he's casting. His teeth huge, nuclear yellow with half rotting blackness around them. They are in his mouth yet again, which he previously was gagging at the thought of. Now HIS mouth! Again! And it was all so familiar! Last time he had an escape. This time. This time, this is all he's ever going to feel! From now on!
Horny as ever, he lowered himself to the ground and thought of his current image. The image he saw on the screen of the chronivac. Thats now him! Again! His form! Again! And like all of his previous jack off sessions, he purposley brayed. It came out as an authentic"eeerrrgghh hhhaaww." He would no longer need to pretend to only make donkey noises from now on. He would be doing it forevermore. Then tried talking. Again. "EEERRGGHH HHHAAWWW!!"
In his mind, he was trying to form words
To his ears, all he heard come out was the deep-throated, humiliating eeeerrggghhh hhhhaaawww.
Instead of being paranoid that another animal was revealing to the entire world who and what Jeff was. Jeff was doing just that himself. Announcing to the world exactly what he was; a jackass!
Continuing to hump the grass with eyes closed and with the photos and videos of himself in his current form again forever seared into his brain, he tried grasping it. But the hard black hooves of a donkey doenst grasp anything. They just make a "thump" on the grassy ground. He kept trying to work his non existent hand and to speak, but never able to do any of those things. Not ever! And he came. And came. And came some more! Coating his entire belly.
This time, there was no chronivac to set things right. He would now have to live with that cum-coated fur until it either rained, or a human washed him for him. ALREADY saying "a human" in his mind, in such a way that no longer applies to him and never will!
His deed done and his large black firehose still throbbing and leaking, he stood back up on all fours. The position he will now always be stuck in.
Now, typically, when he'd imagine himself becoming a donkey, this fetish of his would be so far away from his mind and make him despise the entire thought after a jackoff seasion. He'd be tremendously glad for his human frame. Then he'd go take a piss, then just fire up his gaming computer, all thoughts of being a donkey gone from his mind.
This time, his jackoff session over, he stands up on all fours and has the the strong desire to just do that. The pissing part comes automatically. He stands there, bright yellow water gushing out onto the ground sounding like Niagara falls. The piss splattering up on his legs, and flowing around his former hands. The idea of touching donkey piss directly with your hands is incredibly disgusting. But these were not hands. There are feet. Hooves for feet. Attached to legs. Like his back legs and hooves feet.
After his automatic piss session ( something else that tends to strike equines: incontinence, and 45 donkey year old Jeff has that problem BAD!) Jeff automatically had the very strong desire to just sit in his chair at his desk, warm bedroom light glowing, and play his Space RPG game he loves....loved....so damn much.
He opened his eyes, and saw he's still in the backyard. Still a donkey! Still unable to speak! Eerrgghh hhhaaww!
Spent, his penis shriveled back up into its home. Jeff stuck outside on the lawn, and inside the skull of a jackass. Unable to escape and go back to his normal life routines! His disgust for the idea of being a donkey, coming back like normal. And his superiority complex over them as well. "I'm glad I'm not a donkey," then moving on with his life. Except, this time, he IS a donkey, and will be unable to ever move on with his life. He's stuck! He's stuck as a donkey permanently, just for a few moments of bliss.
"Eerrgghh hhhaaww eerrgghh hhhaaww eeerrrgghh hhhaawwww," unable to speak. This time, not trying and failing to speak on purpose for fulfillment of his fantasies! But rather, trying and failing to speak out of the true desire to actually do so!
"Eerrrgghhh HHHAAWW eerrrgghhh HHHAAWW eerrrgghhh hhaawww...."
His lips at the end of his long gray snout curling. With his eyes closed again in concentration. Trying to form words. "EEEERRRRRGGGGHHHH hhhhhhhhhhhaaawwww!!!!"
Using his wet sloppy donkey tongue inside of his giant smelly maw of a mouth, he desperately rubs them around on his highly undesirable teeth. "EEERRGGHH hhaaww! " He declares to the world.
Wanting anything in the entire world to just go back inside to his gaming computer, he begins to paw the grass (he will soon find out will be the sort of food suited to him and his species) with his right hand. Or rather, right forehoof.
Still with eyes closed, he tried to break his fingers out of there prison. He tries to speak, to say anything at all. To recite a poem or times tables. To say the ABCs. Anything!
"Eerrgghh hhhaaww eerrgghh hhhaaaww eerrgghh hhaaawwEerrgghh hhhaaww eerrgghh hhhaaaww eerrgghh hhaaawwEerrgghh hhhaaww eerrgghh hhhaaaww eerrgghh hhaaawwEerrgghh hhhaaww eerrgghh hhhaaaww eerrgghh hhaaaww" is all he is ever able to manage. Pawing the ground with a "thud" each and every time as well.
He feels his massive, wobbly black balls churning, already trying to resupply themselves. His tail lifts, and a pile of donkey manure tumbles out. Uncontrolled. In his minds-eye, he just lifted his tail to reveal his giant, pitch-black hairy, leathery balls that wobble two and fro to the entire world.
"Eeerrrgghh hhhhaaww" he says totally dejected.
And still, he has the strong instinct to just sit down at his computer. To play games and to move on. He opens his eyes a second time to do just that. And he's STILL got the huge body of an overweight, ill-groomed, smelly old jackass!
"Eerrrgghhh hhhaawwwww," still u able to speak. And still unable to grasp anything and to just stand up on two legs!
Eerrrgghhhhhaaweerrgghhhhhaaw eeerrrgghhhhhaaww.," he says more and more rapidly. His stupid fingers stuck, and his voice unable to get the words past his own brain as his body refuses to express them in any sort of meaningful way.
He brays more and more rapidly, feeling more and more trapped, he begins to panic. He tries rearing up to stand on two legs, but his body structure cannot defy the forces of gravity. "Thud!" His front hooves say, as he's forced back to all fours.
He tries again and again, his braying rising in both pitch and volume. EEERR HHHAAWW EEERRRGH HHAAWW EEERRGGHHH HHAAW!!!
He then begins to totally flip out. "I can't be! I can't be stuck like this! A donkey! A stupid fucking donkey! Lemme out! Now! I want out!" "EERRRGGHH HHHAAWW EEERRGGHH HHHAAWW EEERRGGHH HHHAAWWW," he continues screaming and jumping about.
But his overweight and completely out-of-shape and much older body begins to wear out. It's also very hard on his old joints on all four of his legs. His breathing became more rapid, as his braying turns into a sharp, high-pitched noise at a much lower volume, as his huge black, slimy nostrils flare in and out.
He then physically wore out and let out a pitiful series of lighter braying "haw haw haw....eeerrgghh...haw haw haw..."
He began to mentally get tired as well. All four of his knees would lock into place as equines do, and fell asleep standing up.