You're arms are locked into strange positions and you can't feel your hands... and in the reddened murky waters in which you float you glimpse hard bony extrusions that cap your hands and feet. You want to scream in terror but the fluid blocks all sound and all you can hear is the rhythmic beat of your heart and your mothers heart booming around you. It is hard to tell whether you are asleep at times, whether what is going on is happening now or yesterday. Your consciousness is dim and grey.
As time passes you feel more and more uncomfortable. You feel your new form pressing against the muscle and flesh around you. It is hard to move about and so you let yourself be gripped by the flesh around you.
Deep inside your minds switches are being pulled into new positions. You are conscious fo a restlessness deep from within and you kick out often at the walls of the cell that surrounds you.
Then one hallowed day you find that there is a rhythmic pulsing you suddenly feel the tube pop off your belly and the womb's fluids are draining all around you. The walls press together hard a few times, and within moments you are sliding out of a vagina into the open air. Your new ribs hurt as you fill your lungs with their first gusts of heavy sweet smelling air. Still half-blind, you just lay still and feel yourself getting licked clean. After a while your eyes start to adjust, and your sight eventually becomes better than you ever remember it being. You can now see a huge area around you at once, probably due to having your eyes on the sides of your head. But...what are you?
You begin to scream in terror as you realise what is licking you but your cries only only come out shrieking, creaking brays... you are being licked clean by a large brown donkey. As her horribly dark drool covered tongue drags her spittle over your face you scream again.
'Haaaaaaaa! Eeenk!'
You bare your new teeth and snap them in the air in frustration and roll your eyes back and around surveying your new form. The whiplike tasselled tail, the feeling of heavy ears moving back in fear against your skull, as your slick mane squelches against your neck!
You scream the bray of a newborn donkey foal 'Aaaarrnk! Eenk!' and in the misty morning air across the field you hear the bellow of your donkey brethren... 'Haaaaaaaaaaw! Heeeeeenh! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaawww!'
Stumbling to all fours you feel the cumbersome nature of your powerful new form. But hunger passes through you as you stumble, giddy breathing heavily toward the smell of milk, that drips steadily from your mothers engorged nipples. You are terrified, simply terrified, inwardly hoping that this will end at any moment, that you will wake from this nightmare. You are still begging for that as your rubbery lips pull back and grip at the hairy hide above you and you begin to suck.