Almost immediately, Jeff discovered the impairment that the absence of hands, fingers and, most of all, thumbs, can mean. Any other time, he could have encircled his boner with a fist, perhaps squirted some lotion onto his palm, and made short work of the overwhelming horniness.
HeeeHaww! HeeHaw! "This sucks!" What was he supposed to do? He had an enormous cock stretched out to its shocking full size, bobbing with agonizing nods from his belly, and he could do absolutely nothing about it. He thought about wrapping a hand around it, but he couldn't even get a hoof off the ground, let alone use it to help him take care of business.
He exhaled with a loud, visible harrumph that scattered some loose papers from his desktop. He brayed again, and the sound of the unique donkey vocalization began to grate on his nerves.
HeeHaw! "Enough of this!" Jeff thought the words that came out as a jackass's noisy brays. "There's got to be something I can do to reverse this."
He lowered his huge head and tried to examine the dropped and possibly broken Chronivac on the floor next to the desk. Looking down in his normal fashion produced only myopic results. He saw a blurry triangle, but no details. He solved the problem by turning his head and trying to focus using only one eye. Surprising himself, the image of the device came into a slightly better focus. There was one huge problem. The device had landed face-down on the floor.
Jeff faced the difficult of a lack of hands again. As a teen boy, he could simply have reached for and swiped the device off the floor.
HeeHaw! "Why does everything have to be so difficult?"
Refusing to be beaten, he considered what his asinine body did offer: thick ugly lips that curled from a mouth full of huge, yellowed teeth and a long, slimy tongue. Perhaps, using the lips or tongue, or some combination, he could flip the device onto the side offering the view screen and controls.
He started with trying to use his lips. His mouth was far bigger than what he had as a boy, but the lips lacked any deftness of touch for such a demanding task. He managed to scoot the device over the floor, but that accomplished nothing useful and only coated the entire device with a coating of thick, disgusting donkey saliva.
HeeeeHawww! "Fuck!" Jeff's frustrations continued to climb and kept alive his swollen donkey cock, which proved very distracting to a kid so prone to horny jack-off sessions in the first place.
He tried again, this time using his tongue. If he could simply flip the device...
The device, which had already cracked during the fall to the floor, had been constructed within reasonable guidelines. A little moisture wouldn't have caused difficulties. The copious amount of donkey saliva, however, seeped slowly into the cabinet of the Chronivac and began to infiltrate and affect delicate circuitry that had survived being dropped to the floor. Jeff heard a sharp hiss as more circuits sparked and shorted out. His head lifted in a panicked motion.
HeeHaw! HeeHaw! "No! No!" Jeff cried, realizing he had quite possibly made things much worse for himself.
He needed to deal with the frustrations. They were really clouding his thinking, edging every important thought to the background.
HeeeHaww! "I need hands!"
Or did he? He turned and faced his bed. If he could get his front legs onto the mattress and bedcovers...
His new posture resisted, but he managed to rear up and get his front legs planted in the middle of the bed. His hooves pressed into the mattress and box springs groaned under the weight, but his swinging donkey's cock brushed against the soft bedcovers.
HeeeHawww! Jeff brayed wordlessly, shocked by how good it felt to have something come into contact with the sensitive, hose-like cock. He managed to start humping the mattress, bunching up his bedcovers in the process, and trying to bury the cock inside the soft fabric.
His braying began to take on urgency as he worked himself closer to release. HeeHaw! HeeHaww! HeeeHhawww!"
He gave little thought to what hearers of the asinine sounds coming from his bedroom might think.
HeeeHAWW! "Oh god!"
Crowding into his thoughts were fears about the possibility of having wrecked the Chronivac. Did that mean that, even once the 23... well, perhaps closer to 22 hours elapsed, he would remain trapped in this awful, ugly, smelly form?