Chris tried to grab for the door handle and saw his hands again melting, as he knew a hoof would soon replace it. 'Why, why me, I don't want to be a donkey beast as my life!' The change continued as he was driven up the long private drive.
'Come heelp me, I have a new convert, called the Doctor to an assistant.' The two men pulled the changing creature from the vehicle as Chris moaned. Soon Chris found himself in a barn stall. As he looked around hoping to escape, he saw donkeys, horses, zebras.
'You will sleep tonite and in the morning be put to pasture. In a week I will sell you sorry ass to a farm, business, or medical research that pays.'
A tough night ahead as he changed again to a furry brown donkey. The change came quicker but as morning rose Chris's mind fell to donkey.
As sun light streamed into the barn door the army of equined people rose to meet another day. Chris stood up and tried to remember, yet all memories of family and friends was misty. Yet the thoughts of food and the sents of life and female companions filled the void in his now donkey mind. Chris stood looking around and feeling movement looked down to see his donkey cock fall from the sheath a bloom to it's healthy size. The donkey bladder released and washed the stall floor. Chris raised his head snuffing the air and felt his cock stiffen. The sensation made him wag it stiff and bump his furry belly and released it swung back down. The sexual feeling and the erect cock hitting fur caused cum and soon a organism of hot seed splashed on his right from leg.
'Oh, life is good thought the mind yet the donkey brayed and danced in his stall. The dance caused his donkey cock to swing to and frow, and side to side. The movement gave waves of sensual fun to the new day donkey mind.
As Chris stood with the other animals in the pasture, he grazed and sniffed. Each horse or donkey had a different sense in his animal mind. The mares and jennys smelled sweeter than jacks and stallions.
Looking over his future girlfriends as he planted his forehooves on the welcoming rear of a Welsh pony mare, the Doctor approached with a young woman.
'See the jack as he mounts the mare, he's a fine stud and could make many foals for your mule farm.'
'Yes, I'll take him and the twenty mares we chose yesterday, she said as the two watched Chris Jack bury his penis deep into the mares rear. 'He seems to enjoy his work, look he pushes in till his sheath enters the mare, wow!'
'Yes, said the Doctor, I have never seen such a willing stud, he truly enjoys his employment. A young jack if healthy can be at stud for up to fifteen years or more. Chris, that's it's name was one of our research donkeys and is a jack of intelligent parents. Young, willing, healthy, he will produce many hundreds of fine animals.'
As Chris listened a passing thought of his human parents flashed to the mental view. Even though he understood only little of what the two people talked about, the sense of being at stud and hundreds of foals excited his mating.