With every slight curve in the road, the trailer hauling Matt away from the local farm swayed and caused him to do likewise. All the constant motion and the fear that the next curve might cause him to lose his balance altogether soon had his stomach in knots.
Of course, some fear and worry might also be contributing to the stomach distress. After finally ejaculating with his obscenely large black donkey cock, and fully expectant that he'd be hurled back into his human form, nothing had changed. He had remained trapped on four legs that ended in stiff, blocky hooves.
He could still smell the rotting compost that had soaked his fur and clung to him. He had lowered himself to rutting in a heap of disgusting garbage, all for nothing. He brayed, an expression of helplessness and frustration. What had gone wrong?
He didn't know how long the journey had lasted, but no more than half an hour had elapsed since the man who had bought him had left the other farmer's farm. Now, he arrived at his much larger farm. As the trailer continued along a road that meandered through fenced pastures, Matt looked through the slatted bars and saw cattle. Dozens of them.
He saw another donkey, standing placidly, in the pasture with the cattle. This donkey's head was lowered as it slowly, methodically grazed.
"Another donkey?" He caught the way his mind was starting to think. "I'm not a donkey!"
But a disheveled mane, large ears, blocky hooves at the ends of four legs supporting a barrel-shaped body covered in gray fur, and his more than ample donkey's equipment said otherwise.
"I don't want to be a donkey," Matt brayed instead. "I don't want to be!"
As if thinking so, over and over, might somehow reverse the swap his earlier ejaculation had not.
He hoped he might be free of the trailer soon because he began to feel an insistent pressure. His tail flicked up, but with enormous willpower he prevented himself from defecating right on the floor of the trailer, mostly because he didn't know how much longer he'd been enclosed inside it.
The trailer jolted to a sudden stop. Matt lurched sideways and bumped his snout on the wall of the trailer. The pain to his enormous and sensitive snout caused him to bray in dismay again.
His new owner took his sweet time, but Matt eventually felt his bridle grasped in the man's hand as he was led from the interior of the trailer. He had barely stepped onto the ground when his tail flicked up again and the long-delayed but inevitable happened with Matt dropping a load of donkey dung.
The new owner just grunted and tugged sharply at the bridle. Better out here than inside the trailer where he'd have to muck it all out.
Deeply mortified, Matt hung his head in despair, but the man, knowing the needs of donkeys, led Matt to a trough. He suspected the beast would need a drink after its journey. Matt eyed the water, with bugs and bits of straw floating in it, and realized how thirsty he had become.
He pushed his snout into the trough and began to drink the stale water that several other animals had enjoyed earlier. He tried not to think of the other brutish snouts and lips that had been in contact with the water. No doubt, many of them had slobbered into the trough.
The more he burned from humiliation, the more his new form responded physically with his restive cock now fully emerged from the sheath under his belly and now pointing nearly to the ground beneath his hooves.
Everyone could see him!
He produced a horrible bray, a measure of his utter humiliation. Yet no one bothered to listen. He was simply a dumb ass. Braying is what his kind did. It didn't even strike the farmer or any of the gathered hands as strange that a donkey would bray.
The farmer turned to one of his hired hands. "Take him out back and hose him down," Matt's new owner instructed. "He stinks to high heaven."
The hand nodded and took hold of Matt's bridle. "Come on, jack."
"It's Matt!" Matt brayed. "Oh god! No! Listen to me!"
The farmer watched the braying donkey and saw the animal's erection cock swinging like a dark flag staff beneath its sagging belly. He knew he had a decision to make as his gaze traveled next to the animal's black balls as it lifted and flicked a mangy tail.
Increasing his panic, every attempt to speak, to express thoughts, tumbled out of Matt as thuggish braying. "Errgh..Haww! Errgh Haww!"