Quickly Chris forget his life. Too quickly, it could even be argued. He was happy with his new life and had relinquished his human memories fast and easy, indeed quite willingly after a while. Having an existence dedicated to sex, even as a donkey, was not a bad thing at all. Being an animal meant not having many of the annoying responsibilities that went with being human. Everything was provided to him, even squeezes! No matter if they were jenny-asses. Chris had now no rent to pay, no things to buy like groceries and all the annoyances inherent to being an adult man. His needs and desires were simple now. He just wanted to eat, sleep and have sex. He got plenty of grass and hay and he even got treats like apples, carrots and the very occasional sugar cube, all to reward him for all the sexual prowess which he performed. Chris preferred to mount jennies rather than mares but he was not picky, as long as his lust, his immense and demanding lust, was satisfied. He loved the enormous rear-ends of mares, often bigger than him, but he was a bit sad that any offspring of his would be ultimately sterile, even if they lead a happy life. But his penis came out of its sheath more than willingly and feeling his virile member squeezed as he thrust into the wet, moist vagina of a mare was always a delightful pleasure. He was human enough to notice the farmers and breeders commenting upon his prowess in the sexual act, his big penis and his enormous testicles. Apparently these two were impressive and it made Chris glow with pride. True, they swung in the breeze and were bursting with semen to make new life. He even held the record of the breeding farm for twins and even triplets! Yes, he was quite a stud and the prized possession of his own. The woman never regretted having purchased him from Pleasure Island and already several other farmers had asked if she considered selling him. Of course she refused politely, still happy to sell any young male birthed through Chris, assuring the buyer that they donkey foals would be just as passionate and lusty for mares and jennies. Chris loved the scents issuing from females's vulva and when he did, he could feel his testicles bursting with all the sperm being pumped into his balls, which swung even more arrogantly. The lust pooling in his groin and almost hurting his privates was not a shame anymore but something that he could satisfy easily with his little harem. A harem that was quite often renewed, much to his great pleasure. His testicles never hurt him any more after many breedings, no matter the number. They only hurt when they wanted to be emptied. He had no more hands to masturbate, but he always had a hot dripping vagina ready instead. So much better! Yes, Chris in his present mind had no human worries and as he had fully acclimated to his new donkey life, he had even less reasons to regret his lost humanity. His lust was no longer considered something vulgar but something useful and to be admired. Yes, he was happier as a donkey and all his basic needs were met, something he had desired even as a human. Chris made a good donkey because he was already quite simple as a man. Moreover, he made the mares and jennies happy, gave life to babies and his owner could not be happier with her purchase of him.