Matt's now been in the donkey's body for a full 24 hours. He had chosen the swap fully expecting to spend a couple of hours in asinine shape and then change back after blowing a load.
But thanks to the precision of the Chronivac's programming, and his own rather inept completion of the parameters of his swap with an ordinary old donkey, getting his body back had become a tall challenge. Once again, the poor donkey groaned loudly, producing a guttural, bestial noise that only a real donkey could have accomplished, as he lamented his unfortunate lack of hands.
He began to pant rapidly. His gray fur-covered sides rose and fell as he gulped air. His heart raced. He was having an equivalent of a panic attack as he faced the prospect of his return to his human form being thwarted by the infernal Chronivac. He wished he had never encountered the device. He doesn't want this... not permanently. He felt a deep anguish root itself like a persistent weed as he let himself imagine becoming this smelly, grotesque, ugly, dumb brute of a donkey on a permanent basis.
"No," he brayed. He clopped around the barnyard on his blocky hooves. He heard the dull clomps every time his hooves sat down on the ground. "Where's the jenny?" Matt brayed. He had to get back into his rightful form.
The irony wasn't lost on him that the humiliation of his predicament was fueling a raging erection. Having been denied release now for close to an entire day, he had a bad case of blue black balls. He felt the full balls swing between his legs. He imagined hearing them almost slosh with thick donkey cum. He wondered if it would reek as badly as donkey piss.
His long, hard hose of a black cock with the blunt flat head swung under his belly, aching for him to do something, anything, to allow sweet release.
"God," he brayed. "Where is she at..."
He almost bumped nose to ass into the female donkey as he rounded a corner of the barn.
He stood, his mind foggy as donkey hormones and instincts reacted to the jenny's primal scent.
"Yes!" Matt brayed, pulling himself out of the fog, as he scrambled to mount her.
She wasn't having any of it. She whirled and trotted off a few paces. Matt tried again, but she evaded him in a surprisingly nimble manner for another dumb, dull donkey like himself.
Matt kept trying, but each time the female prevented a successful mounting.
She wasn't even being affected by the Chronivac's programming. The jenny had come out the other side of her cycle. She wouldn't be interested in Matt or any other donkey jacks for several weeks.
In actuality, it would be much longer than a few weeks. The alpha donkey, who had succeeded, twice, where Matt had failed dismally, had impregnated the jenny. The only female donkey on the entire farm wasn't going to respond to Matt's increasingly desperate overtures in any form or fashion.
Matt didn't know any of this, of course, and kept chasing the jenny around the barnyard. Eventually, his continued ineffectual and clumsy attempts at forcing his attentions on the jenny began to draw attention from the farmer and his hired hand.
The farmer laughed. "That's one sorry jackass," he remarked. "Doesn't even seem to know his way around that jenny."
Matt heard the men discussing him and felt an intense wave of mortification swamp his thoughts. To his two fellow men, Matt looked no different than any of the farm's other donkeys. When they looked at him, they saw a dumb, dirty donkey. That's all they'd ever see.
He brayed, deprived of human speech, and tried again to mount the stubborn female. Ironically, he wasn't even close to succeeding, which meant the Chronivac's stubborn programming never even activated.
"He's wasting a lot of energy," said the farmer, a practical man. "Be better to just geld him. He'll calm down and be more tractable and manageable then."
The hand nodded, spit on the ground, and said, "Sort of pointless to have two donkey studs, I guess."
While the two men gazed on with their reticent demeanors, the donkey's emotions veered out of control.
In full panic mode now, Matt launched himself onto the female's back, but she spun out from beneath him. This time, his momentum kept Matt moving forward. His front legs gave out, splayed on either side, and he fell, hard, smacking his snout into the dirt of the barnyard.
The two men, fellow human beings who should have been able to feel some empathy for a dumb beast, laughed uproariously.
"Put him up in his stall before he hurts himself," the farmer instructed, still laughing as the clumsy jack tried to get its four legs back under its heavy body.
The farmhand had Matt's bridle in hand and helped tug the jack onto his legs.
Matt tugged fiercely at the bridle.
"Please," he brayed, only the shirtless farmhand wasn't listening.
Once he had stuck the jack into the stall, the hand turned to his employer. "Want me to stop by Doc Miller's and ask him to come out here?"
The farmer looked over at the donkey in its stall. "I don't know," he said slowly. "Let me think on it a spell."
With that less than reassuring reprieve, Matt was left with plenty to consider as he faced his second night locked in a barnyard stall in his donkey's form.