Lovingly -Bound
My friends and I ultimately met different our fated futures, but mine was just beginning when still in college.
I was socially branded physically and sexually by a friend sucking on me, she transferred some sort of infectious biological as what was chemically induced into her while a volunteer taking part in a drug related experiment. The after affects from the drugs used caused my friend Tabitha to feeling extreme need for sensual and sexual stimulation.
I was there to witness and be her friend as the worse reaction to the drugs occurred while she and I were enjoying each the other for a weekend. I was the first to notice her skin sprouting patches of what felt like soft fur.
During the weeks that followed my sexual need and that of Tabitha had us petting those furry patches, as we were in bed together, she began a pattern of feeling cold and waking the next morning, she had gained more fur. We began meeting nightly for me to give her the stimulation she craved.
As after three hours of rough sex we both slept past our alarm clock settings, she waking in a sweat, then showered, taking note her furry patches were merging. After some five months from when her volunteering ceased, and the entire experiment packed up and left the campus, dearest Tabitha was acting like some nymphomaniac. She begged to move in with me, pleading her need for having sex at noontime and most of every night.
Tabitha began to relish her furry self, as the downy fur grew longer, thickening into dense fur about two inches long, and covering her from the base of her neck, down the length of her torso, encompassing her upper arms, her privates, buttocks, and legs in a mahogany colored pelt.
During an episode of our sexual frolicking, and while I had my penis tucked deep in her vagina, Tabitha began to convulse. She shook all over, her vagina contracting to such an extent, I became impaled, my penis held in a strange clenching of her vaginal muscles. She frothed at the mouth, her breast nipples began a seeping of some sort of a light oily liquid. The breast liquid had a smell to it that worked to cause me to feeling numb until I fainted.
It was day when I revived first and was able to pull my penis from the snug grip that Tabitha had on me. I noted then how her face appeared to have disfigured, as if her nose and lips were merging, making for her a muzzle. I noted too, of her ears having grown, becoming furred, as looked very much like goat ears. The fur that had ceased to grow up her neck had surged and spread, displacing her human hair on her head with that same dark fur what so sensually covered her bodily.
When Tabitha awoke sometime later that morning, her eyes had changed color from a teal green to being a distinct bright yellow, the pupils becoming as rectangle shapes. I rather expected her to start sobbing from a sense of horror, but she came after me, pleading for me to begin giving her vaginal stimulation, whether by tongue or penis, she did not care, she felt a grand need!
Why I did not try to seek for her medical help right then is a mystery, but my inklings were along similar male sexual desires. Her and my need transitioned into a two days and one wild night of continuous rutting sex. The resulting aftermath of that wild sexual frolicking caused Tabitha to change drastically, she growing cloven hooves to replace her human toes, and her face to become that like a doe goat.
My having suckled her breasts during our sexual frolic worked to infect her condition into me!
At first, what happened was me growing a fuzzy sheath, it protruded out one inch below my navel. It held there my changed as slender but long, sixteen inches of extra sensual penis, it looking like that of a buck goat. Imagine my surprise to see of what was done to my penis at birth, was gone, the circumcised mark of our family religion had become a kinked pointy, on a oil slicked rod. My penis was of such sensuality that any touch of it by me, or even underwear, would jerk out in an erection tenting the toughest of jeans.
The thought of enjoying a one-night stand with some pretty girl got tried once, and she feeling my pencil thin, sixteen inch rod sunk deep caused her to scream, as screamed, and screamed. Depth was but part of it as by then I had grown lemon size testicles. My bigger balls produced so much volume of cum and semen, that one dear girl about burst.
As I drove to her home she laid sprawled across the rear seat in my car, she with her tummy bloated, filled with my semen, to where she looked as if four months pregnant and upset from it.
Since that horrendous episode my only mate remains as Tabitha, as I dare not show what I had become to any human female companions.
A nasty rumor began circulating that I went gay.
What was a worse as humiliating came after agreeing to go camping with some teammates. We six friends decided to try an early springtime campout, and come the night when the air-cooled and the dampness settled, the scent of goat size genitals filled the tent.
I awoke near midnight as tried sneaking out from the tent using as what I thought great stealth, hoping not a fellow friend would I wake. My lustrous deep desires, the kind I knew would come, had me wishing that friend Tabitha were there all might have worked better.
Leaping a fence, and beginning to walk on tiptoes as if I hoofs. I ran seeking the scent wafting in the breeze as of goats and sheep in a pasture. I found then a small herd of fifty, they mingling for want of safety, saw me and came to me. We sniffing, the goats wanting to give me a lick. Soon stripped naked, I was lying on the ground, my reddish goat cock stuck up in the air, as five nanny goats stood around me they licking it, made me willing then to want for the mating with born goats.
Sweating, the scent called over even a ram sheep, he looked closely at my goat cock.
A large nanny goat sauntered close, she stepping over my legs turned her rump toward my rigid cock, and began backing up. I knew what she wanted, and using my hand for aiming my elongated shaft, it touched at, and then slipped with ease into her sensual hole. During the sensuous minutes what followed our mating, she brought out the beast in me.
Soon I was on my knees, humped over the nanny goat, that full length of red cock sunk into her, I thrusting as she pushing back, the sensation so great I began to bleat.
Stupid and loud did I bleat!
I was bleating until saw there a teammate, Don was coming across the pasture. Don a premed student, was from the scent filled tent acting almost as horny as me. He stood a few yards away, watching, and licking his lips as if nervous and wanting to as well jump, hump, and mate a nanny.
I smiling said to Don, "Join in, there are more than I can do!"
He stood there not sure, but continued watching. One nanny is never enough, as two, three more, and returning to them all several times, my actions were that of a buck goat feeling the call of rut.
It seemed as a strange way it began, and as the wild night of sex progressed, so did the growth of goat fur, and ears pointed, furry, as mobile at their roots. As come then morning the light of day failed to stop Don then or me, as like horny bucks he and I continued rut humping, having done a dozen nannies each.
Don slowed his delights and came near to me. I was busy in the fit of humping a nanny as I took in his cock into my mouth and sucked him to four orgasmic blasts.
Horny is as horny makes, we two became so indulgent, with goats, sheep, and even to our own changing bodies. When it came to Don discover he had grown a goat scrotum hanging weighty, he smiled at me. Don really liked the surging volume produced, but had a facial expression of looking concerned about something.
We ignored our odd discomforts and I with my cock sunk sheath deep in a nanny vulva, the orgy continued. We were like bucks humping, as both of us stood lying over the rump of a nanny.
Obviously, they missed us at camp, when breakfast stood on a plate and two were off somewhere, nobody knowing where. Don was first to call it quits. When he sat then naked against a tree truck and watched me, he yelled taunted calls to remind his partner that something need tending.
Finishing with my nanny goat, I strode walking to join my friend. I was feeling stiff in more places than where I did not mind feeling stiff. It was Don who verbally made note that the night of fun came with a cost. His comment made me stop and stand there, knowing I was naked, but oddly did not care about the fact. I looked then, seeing how what little fur was just fuzz covering the groin a sheath had spread drastically.
I was by then needing to stand on tiptoes, having cloven hoofs, the heels of my feet stuck up high. My knees bent, forced me to walk as hunched, acting, looking and feeling as my posture becoming attune like a goat. My physical changes had through the wild night of sex creeped up , overriding what of me was human. I was a lot like a buck goat, and knew it might soon take command and force he to walking on all fours.
My body was shaggy with thick fur that covered the belly, around the waist, my groin, and buttocks, and down partially my reconfiguring legs.
Don laughing, he pointing at as I did turn to check, felt of and found the roots of a sprouting tail. I bleated a cry of surprise as having a tail added further reality of fur grown along my spine, to where spreading, it became a full furry cap to cover my head.
I stood there grumbling to Don that the previous night was too much!
Don agreed, as he stood up, did tug down his jeans, he showing off how from a good sucking of him he had the beginnings of gaining a buck goat sheath too!
Plopping down on a furry butt next to Don, whether it was his sweat or my musk, but we looked one at the other and could not stop wanting to touch that what the other had, which was akin to being like a goat.
Me being more by then like a male goat, I found the inclination as irresistible to think about Don as if he were my play toy.
Maybe he thought about the same of me, but whichever of us smelled the strongest, it drew the other goats closer. As they milled around us, Don laid back and I was about to jump straddling his middle, planning he could grab my cock and begin of sucking it.
Seated, erect, and ready, Don looked up just as a nanny goat decided to back up and sit down, she shoving the nose of Don up and into her furry slit.
Don took to laughing as he buried his face snug to that nanny goat butt and fur He laid there, his arms waving about as if he were enjoying the situation.
I took it as time to mouth him and give him double pleasure. Don had big balls before he had the pleasure of being sucked by a near to be satyr. As I would doom my friend to become like me, I got from him a mouth full and then my tummy filled, feeling satisfied.
As I laid back down on the soft earth, I wished any a nanny would as want me like that big furry doe-whore liked Don.
Horny begets making others the same way, and seeing Don given something as yet not offered or tried, me lying nearby, waited, waited, but not a nanny came near. Even the big bucks kept a distance between them and me. A far off group of friends were yelling our names. Hearing his name being called, Don jerked and sat up, and made me to laugh seeing his face was plastered in her juices.
"We are being paged, I think you best go and make up some excuse, as from last night.
I suggest you beware, as what came here as the human is a good bit less human now." I remember saying it, and Don sitting up, got to his feet, he hoisting up his jeans tucked his furred goat sheath under cover.
Indeed, Don was where I was when first coming out to camp.
The wild night and half a day of rutting nanny goat pussies had taken quite a toll. Don wiped his slime covered face somewhat clean using his handkerchief as a mop. As he then turned and looking at me, as I sat seated then by the tree trunk, Don walked close, and reaching both hands, he took hold to the two goat horns what then protruded out from the peak of my forehead. Don said he would do his best to make an excuse, he said there was no excuse possible for me, his friend being furry, with goat feet, hooves, and ears, horns, and what else of me had agreeably transformed to be as a goat.
As he agreed with me that from my changing during the wild night had made of me to look like I was born a goat. Although Don felt sad about me not being human, I rather liked what it felt to be a buck goat. I had no doubt of my becoming an animal, feeling more then the beastly alluring feelings. It was getting difficult to choose if I wanted more, and lose all, as become more and more like a buck goat. The latter came with knowing that continued sex would tweak the mind, making instinctive actions prevalent, and rational thoughts fading into brute desire.
Don walked off to join the group, as I remained with the herd, almost as one of them by then.
Strange a life and weird a body, as I became real, to really wild, merged with the herd, and moved closer to the barn at night.
When standing in the goat pen I could see then a house, as from a second story bedroom window offered a view of some pretty Brunet haired woman undressing. I got aroused by watching her undress, as she changed her clothes. I got hot, aroused an erection, did wait, waiting until she came to gather in her animals, as I planned to gather her as part of my flock, but that is another story for later.
Don never returned to be with me, maybe he found his sheath enough, or he joined another herd.
My goatish self was as sensual as anything ever told of in myths. My becoming a big buck goat is something hard to describe, and harder still to not want to share. I wish often to give somebody their first mouthful of my highly infectious semen, if just to see their face when they realize their impending doom.
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