Becoming a Donkey suddenly seems ever so right for you.
A periodic bray lets all know you are still alive, but otherwise you stand there silent. Quiet as a 900 pound mouse can be you walk about slowly the halter on your head peaks one's expectations over living donkey style.
Indeed the instinctive patterns of donkey life are fast taking hold. You nibble at the tall grasses, flowers become a favorite. Rolling your massive jaw bone you chew the plants into a fine slurry.
Thoughts of human foods seem to vanish and the desire to taste life as a donkey is the overwhelming delight.
Body functions come as a surprise when your tail lifts with building pressures. Manure bubbles out what memory serves is a large black donut. Scents of your own droppings are now an alurement for you, turning you stick your big nose to within inches of the pile, drinking in a deep breath.
Standing with an urge to release a flood, the male penis drops out its black sheath and quickly firms up. Not yet rigid enough for mating the penis is flacid enough to bring a sensation of weight and bulk as it hangs from your groin.
The urge comes, making the pressure and the tail rises. A rush of liquid shoots out the open end of your massive penis splattering mud and urine over your front two legs.
This too is an avid part of who you are now, a Jackass Donkey and the mule farm stud!
Days pass, time means nothing except for to grant you daily pleasures. Jenny mules, mares, and some Asses from the local zoo all stand in lines for to feel and know your male blessings.
Life is feeling ever so good to you as the sensual delights are offered on a regular schedule. What one finds as pleasured to self, grazing, and trotting about showing off what one is endowed with, all this fills your every day.
It is the coming of winter and chilly northern blasts of cold air which makes you think about those first days as a Jackass.
Soon enough the snow covers the ground. Chilly blasts of air lift even the tail's hairs and bring goosepimples to your black donut.
Now memories surge back of when being human you resided inside a warm house. You have clothes to sheild you from the wintery blasts. A warm bed with something you remember as an electric blanket, all to keep you warm and comfiee.
Taking a needed piss brings on chills, as your cock hangs out in the breeze.
The grasses and flowers of summer are gone and covered by the seasonal snow. In the barnyard your offered hay and some grain. Sileage is offered but the musty scent turns your nose, this was good food for dumb cows, but never the likes of you!