"What if?" comes the pondering thought, what indeed if you are permanently then to be as this donkey form?
The thought lingers, it seems your only real concern, all else of what is accounted as lost seems inconsequential at this point in time.
Sounds of voices coming closer, the girl and she telling others of what you did entering the machine and what you became there and after.
Embarrassed, or somewhat, the sensations of unknown before strength and a love of what you saw was your virility all combines inside you, the worry of what you were is forever gone.
Sensations galore well up and envelope your shrinking mentality. The donkey that is you then has plans to make of a human a Jackass worthy of reckoning. In your thoughts you think of domination, or females, and of eying leathery lips that wink and of spurting urine as perfume to allure a stud to his mate. As from in your memory is flickering glances of dating a young woman, she is bright of mind and willing to pleasure you. The whole of your relationship centered around your rather perverse delight in wishing to be as is you then, a Donkey!
You wrote silly stories, on cold winter nights, drunk and filled with lust you made fun of the special female, writing a story on the Internet, suggesting how she would like it becoming a cow. Ultimately an idea that you reflected upon with foolish feelings.
That old lust factor is now fully in play, and frolicking and play with those of your new species is but a happy thought.
Sexual pleasuring is as much a revived part of this new you as is the want to live most of the time to your own self, free of all bonds.
"This being a donkey ain't so bad!" You think this, and hearing the commotion of a crowd coming to see a sorry ass of what was a man, you trot off, working your way free and to the wide open spaces.