First on the car floor and a hop up onto the console, Jeff hoped again and sat on the passenger seat; an action thought by Mr. Fran as possibly a learned habit that transitioned to the bunny as it had to the person.
Slipping into the driver seat, squirming his then human butt to fit comfortably into his car, the mental aberration reminded him of his not having a tail.
A slamming of the car door scared the bunny, it leaped from the car seat to set hunched and ready to flee, as Jeff set then on the top of the car dashboard.
Mr. Fran laughed, he had thoughts of changing Jeff back to his original self, but and mattering upon time elapsed, the longer Jeff were a bunny the less likely it was his humanity could return top him.
The starting of the car motor and the surge of power sent a furry bunny back to set on the car seat. Jeff shivered all over, his small mind held still memories that to him as then a bunny meant things as impossible as is a miracle.
Driving his car was again that same wonderful exhilaration of personal freedom that Mr. Fran always enjoyed. Whether it was the sense of personal freedom or the exhilarating feel from speed of the car, but from his sheath pressed and tented his pants, extending was the rod shaft still of one stud donkey.
Instantly in the mind of Mr. Fran was the remembered sensation of it he loved and of the way he would use it made the thing all the stiffer.
As if the essence of his male self and the freedom he experienced when as a donkey he bred then with jennets all horny and wanting.
A quick unzipping of his zipper allowed the then expanding monster of a donkey male shaft to push out and roll upward, protruding from his seated self, up and through one of the spokes of his steering wheel.
Stout it became and almost with such a stiffness as when he remembered his mounting and mating sessions with those lusty jennet donkeys. It stuck up to near his human nose; the fragrance of past conquests vividly there and reminding him more of that royal sensation.
One handed he steered the car as with his other hand he toyed with the mushroomed head of his donkey prick. Mr. Fran tickled his cock, toyed with it, and plucked at the puckered hole of it with his index finger.
It all became an agonizing remembrance of his wilder times, and he felt that returning urge to speak the spell once more and permanently bind him to stand as does a stud donkey.
Everything seemed so righteous, or did until a vehicle suddenly entered the roadway, this causing Mr. Fran to jerk the steering wheel around; it snagging his long donkey prick, and even stout and stiff, it kinked and was wound around with the wheeling action.
Mr. Fran screamed, his kinked cock made for a pain like nothing he had known to that day.
Situation comedy, even to one who previously was human, and then a bunny, he too felt something from what happened, Jeff did repeatedly thump his hind foot as if in an amused sort of laughter.