Over a year after their transformation, Grace and Tina were still donkeys. During that time, they had spent most of their days in monotony. There really wasn't all that much to do as donkeys. Most of their time was spent either sleeping, eating grass in the field, eating hay in the stable and mating. As Grace's pregnancy had progressed, she gained a considerable amount of weight, becoming an overweight jenny. This wasn't completely her fault.
For one, the farmer had introduced oats into her diet. This was a welcome change to the usual hay and grass diet she had been used to. Mainly due to stress, nerves, and boredom, Grace overindulged. Normally this would have been fine, but Grace had ceased exercising. As the fall and winter had set in, Grace hadn't felt like running about anymore and became lazy. Grace had never had eating or weight problems as a human girl, she had been thin, but Grace's life had dramatically changed. Her sex drive had also crashed and Major, her jackass mate, had completely lost interest in her. That hadn't completely been her fault either. She blamed the other jennys.
As Grace had left estrous for the first time, she was taken out to the far end of the fields a week later with Tina. There, they were tied to the fence by their Master and remained for several hours. When Grace and Tina returned to the stable, they were greeted by a new dark brown jenny penned up in one of the stalls. They later learned her name was “Clover.” It was quite obvious Clover hadn't always been Clover. The weeks following the new jenny's arrival, Major was all over her. Grace got to jealously watch as Major mounted Clover over and over again. She hated seeing Major with someone else. It made her feel less special. The donkey that had taken her virginity and impregnated her was so unashamedly breeding with another jenny right in front of her.
A month later, Grace was treated to the same routine again. Only this time when she was brought back into the stable, she saw two new jennys. A Black jenny named Buttercup and a Palomino named Goldie. Once again, Grace got to watch Major mount and seed jennys that were not her. He would often take both of them, one after another. Truly, she missed how special it had been to be Major's favorite. Even if it had been for a few weeks. It broke her heart to see him care so little about her. Which in turn drove her to eat. Grace wondered to herself how many more girls her Master would subject to this experiment.
It seemed to stop after that though. The five jennys lived out their pregnancies together. However, there wasn't a whole lot of bonding between the jennys. Tina kept to herself as always. Buttercup and Clover would run about in the field together. Goldie was the only one of them still getting any from Major after they all got pregnant. Which inevitably made all of them jealous. When Grace had lost her voice, she had thought that she'd pick up some sort of secret donkey language that she could use to talk to the other jennys. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The real donkeys really only communicated through brays. All that could be judged from these noises were some primitive feelings.
Tina birthed her foal shortly after Buttercup and Goldie arrived. Never before had Grace seen Tina so happy.
One afternoon, Grace's own belly convulsed and clenched painfully. Her foal was ready to come out. The pain had been overwhelming. Having sensed a problem, the farmer had signaled for two new part-time stable hands to help him as Grace went into labor. Completely following her instincts, Grace laid down breathing heavily. Never had she pictured her first pregnancy going like this. Grace had always imagined laying in a hospital bed with her husband of five years next to her. Not this.
As Grace's labor had continued, she had felt her child pass into her birth canal and poke its little hooves out of her vagina. Grace had pushed and pushed until the head was out, but she had run out of stamina. The two stable hands had helped her finish the job. An umbilical cord went from her nether region to the newly born foal she had pushed into the world. She had successfully given birth.
Grace was surprised at her own feelings towards her foal. There was certainly a great deal of pride to be gained from watching him grow up. Donkey or not, it was her baby, and Grace couldn't help but have motherly instincts. She had loved providing milk for him as she'd nurse the little guy from her teats.
By now Grace and Tina’s parents had given up the search for them. Even though there were never bodies found, it was widely thought that the girls were dead. All of the people that they had started their freshman year of college with had graduated by now and were joining the workforce. Many of their girlfriends were getting engaged to their college boyfriends. Everyone was achieving great things. Tina's biggest achievement was that she could ride a donkey cock for 20 minutes straight. And Grace was the sluttiest jenny on the farm and she had bred 3 more foals who she loved them.
Grace and Tina had finally accepted their new lives. And they enjoyed them.