Standing behind the Jennetress Lade Ben has a brief moment of rational thought. He knows of his changed maleness and where it is jammed right then and there. He feels the strange sensual cravings that come from one being transformed. The pangs of sensual delights he remembers of those childish longings to be all fuzzy and warm are now as he'd dreamed. His body changing is the spark of reality which brought back all of those cherrished thoughts and feelings as he is even now realizing that what was for him will not be so anymore.
A shiver pulsed through him making his donkey sized cock jump inside the Jennet lady he has so proudy mounted. His passions are now changed to match that coming lifestyle as for which his body is accepting the change. Furry, and fuzzy he stands there feeling the air move about him from the ceiling fans above his head.
Twitching ears make for just one of the dozen new sensations which continually flood his mind. Snorting softly he feels the air rush in and out his nostrils. As too his lips made of thick flesh slap together from nervousness, he knows what is happening and fears it as much as whants it to continue.
Twisting and lifting frist one hindlike leg and hoof, then slamming it down into the floor with a stomp. Then the other legs repeats this as he tries to gain the highest level of self satisfaction of that massive cock burried deep in his lover.
A passing concern turns his head to wonder where Jeff and David had gone. The Donkey lady seeing his thoughts and mind wander gives his cock a jerk and brings the changing youth back to the business at hand.
"Your doing me very well and I thank you for it!" says the lady jennet before Ben.
Ben would like to reply but with his donkey lips spreading wide and mouth open to show those larger buck Jackass teeth, he can only scream a ragged sounding bray.
One bray for Ben begets another to be a learning moment. As he breaths in his vocal cords vibrate making that first cord of sound, Hee! He then exhales in rapid reaction to the first rattling sound to make the second his other only vocal tone, Haw. Now it becomes a learned pattern which for a donkey is like something set in stone.
"HEE – HAW, HEE – HAW, HEE-HAW, HEE-HAW, HEE-HAW !" screamed out Ben.
The first HEE and HAW came out slowly. The second a bit faster but try as he did the sound was still the same. The third came out as if trumpeting his disgraced ability to speak his mind. Then came the nervous reailty of what he was making totaled up to nothing more than what a common donkey could say. At that point the entire idea of becoming something funny and more sensual hit home.
As the Hee-Hawing's slowed and became softer the knowledge of what he had become sank into his boyish mind. What he was as a human boy was now draining away and inside he knew that when this all finished he'd be nothing more than a brute minded Jackass and beast.
Stopping the thrusting and standing there with his cock rammed into the Waitress Jennette before him, his actions fell silent. Big Donkey eyes blinked in fast movemnts as giant tears rolled down his furry cheeks.
Maybe he thought of his parents, friends, and all those he cared for back at home. If he was to be a Donkey he'd never see them again, this thought brought on even more anguish.
His cock's erection ceased and it softened to where the huge organ slipped from the Donkette's pussy, slickly just like a Python snake coming out a dark hole.
"It's for the best you start to think of life in harsh and tough patterns for the actions one needs to exist as a Jackass. Cause my young friend you are now a real and complete male Donkey Jackass, an animal to all who see you!" says the Lady Jennette as she stands up.
Ben falls forward his rotundous donkey belly shifting his weight and making the stance on his four legs a preferred means of walking.
Tail briskly swishing side to side the sensation one causing Ben terrific delight. His ears twitching about brings in sounds and new sensations as well. Four fuzzy legs and those solid dull feeling hoofs bring to his changing mind another set of feelings a human boy did not know. Nervousness comes with slapping his thick lips and grinding a massive jaw. Blinking and seeing the line of sight from a equine point of view is also far different than what a boy looks at life.
Walking in bestial circles the boyish mind is finding and slowly accepting the changes his body as gone through. As like any common beast born as an animal Ben is dicovering for himself the body, its sensations, and abilities of what it is to be a DONKEY!