Ben stands near rigid in more ways than just his stance. Stunned by what he had done and seemingly enjoyed, he wanted to run from that place. Horrified to his deepest human desire, his was a sense of bestial male lust right then, something only stud animals know of, and humans, good ones, nary ever have such feelings about their female friends.
Snorting, grunting from his guts, Ben wags his extended tool.
Rank ideas flutter about in his mind, he feels the animal lust building, trying as if to wipe away all memories of Ben ever being human.
Nervous about the growing sense of liking life as a stud donkey, Ben swishes his tail briskly, and stomps a hind hoof to the floor; this action tends to jiggle his sheath, and send waves of sensual delight back and up along the length of his gigantic donkey tool.
Strange wants fill his head, he actually begins to lick his thick lips with a need to eat, to graze, and looks forward to a net filled with hay, a pan with oats, and if a good fellow, maybe he would get a carrot.
The man in white comes to inspect his newest actor, seeing the normal way the man-animal is acting, responding, and toying with what to a donkey is quite sensual; El Magnifico just smiles.
Ben twists and ear, hearing the sweet voice of his actor and sexual playmate. In a nearby room she is complaining of how her vagina had stretched, and moaning of the horrid flood of globular cum and donkey juices that bubble out and trickle along her long legs.
Hearing of what he had wrought, Ben forms the best of a grin one being then a donkey could muster. He thinks then as had many others who came to this revelation as well, and ponders, "If this be damnation, my own personal bit of hell, then let this last to eternity!"