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"Do you need any help finding anything?" the red haired shopkeeper politely asked the man meandering through her store.

"Me?" the man, Brady, replied. Despite being the only customer in the store at the time. The shopkeeper, hands on her hips, nods. "Oh no, ma'am. I'm fine. Just killing time while my girlfriend shops at some boutique down the road," he joked nonchalantly.

The shopkeeper eyed him skeptically but didn't push. "If you do need anything, I'll be at my counter. Be sure to handle everything with care as well. You break it, you buy it is store policy. Alongside harsh punishment for thieves, and generous money back guarantee. Things to keep in mind," stressed the shopkeeper before returning to her stool.

Once she was safely out of sight Brady could breathe a sigh of relief and relax. "Whew. She nearly caught me red handed," smirked the man as he pulled the hastily concealed woolen scarf he'd pilfered from the shelf nearest to him. The blue, handwoven woolen piece with flowing geometric patterns down the length of it had caught Brady's eye the same way many items he'd stolen over the years had. It was expensive, easy to hide, and would probably make his current girlfriend happy. That he could have afforded it or that his girlfriend, who was actually working across town, didn't factor in once the urge to take it was in him.

Brady now had the time to take more care folding and hiding the scarf on his person so that the shopkeeper would be none the wiser. He would have stolen more but he'd already visited a few other shops on the street and was running low on space in his coat. So Brady made a quiet and discreet exit from the little antique junk shop without the shopkeeper raising the alarm. With such a haul already he strolled back to his car. He made sure no one was looking as he moved everything he lifted- including some earrings, a necklace, a handful of bracelets, a couple sports jerseys, and the wool scarf- into the trunk then headed directly home.

Home for Brady was a townhouse that he shared with his girlfriend, Heather, as well his best friend Corey and his older sister Molly. They had three floors and a basement with ample room for the whole group in the open floor plan, mostly hardwood floored place. When he arrived only Corey was home while the girls were still at work as expected. They'd both be home together in a little over an hour as they carpooled to their neighboring jobs. Going through the house he could hear his friend playing games in his room while heading to his own. The shared room with Heather was large with a master bathroom attached. Onto the bed he tossed all his filched goods then tripped naked and headed for a shower.

"Bet once Heather sees what I got her she'll want to go out tonight. Might as well clean up now for it. At least I know she'll be paying," he smirked to himself as he turned on the shower.

Brady wasn't the most handsome or in shape fellow but he still thought a lot of himself. He was five foot ten, two-hundred pounds, with pale, hairy skin, a scruff of unkempt dark hair on his head, and an oval, slightly pudgy face. There was three-days unshaven stubble on his face that Brady had no intention of shaving for a few more days. All he planned to shave was around his crotch since that's how Heather liked him. Since he was aiming for sex that night he would do some manscaping. Brady's barely six inch cock would have normally withering in the wet of the shower but he found himself instead with a stiff erection.

Ignoring the boner at first, Brady used his all in one body wash to soap to wash his entire body. That done he put in some conditioner but that was as long as he could go before tending to his dick's needs. "Probably shouldn't since I'll be getting some later. But on the other hand..." he mumbled to himself.

A squirt of conditioner into his palm and he started stroking himself. Just a few strokes and Brady felt himself oddly on the edge of orgasm already. He didn't think much as to why though. Just continued until one of the more elongated climaxes of his life. Lasting nearly five minutes it strained at the end with his balls drained to what felt like nothing. His throbbing cock had also become too sensitive to hold part-way through so he just planted both hands against the wall under the shower and let it drain out of him. A little strange but nothing Brady wasn't happy to simply revel in. Unaware that his pleasure was the first sign of his coming punishment.

The stolen wool scarf was, like most every other item sold by the small shop, imbued with transformative magic. Without being handled by the shop's owner, the unassuming scarf's magic was uncontrolled and unhampered by its usual requirement to be worn to turn a person into a sheep. Now that and more was possible, as Brady was finding with his impressive release. And had he checked anytime during that orgasm he would have noticed the other throbbing bulge he had going. This one though was at the base of his spine and instead of ejaculating it was steadily growing to about three inches of a short tail. It even wiggled as he shook out the last of his cum from his dick, but Brady was still in a happy euphoria so just thought it was water hitting his back.

From there his body continued exhibiting some changes that each steadily brought in the ovine features of a sheep. Seen in places where he again was not quick to notice anything was amiss in the wide, steamy hot shower spray. A backwards stretching of enlarging nostrils was one, a widening of the ears another, and a very small but growing amount of curly black wool hairs sprouting mostly on his back, ass, and thighs. It mingled with his thick coating of body hair. Which in some places was shedding off to be washed quickly down the drain.

Took Brady a few minutes to recover from his orgasm and did so with a smile on his face. "Fuck. Hope I can recharge before tonight cause fuck, that drained me. Felt amazing as hell though," Brady admitted frankly. but once he did he barely remembered to shave his crotch. He grabbed the razor he used for his body and his shaving cream from among his girlfriend's numerous hair and body care products. Next came the usual careful but imprecise shaving itself which brought into focus just how shriveled both testes and scrotum were. They were tucked very close to his taint. His dick wasn't doing much better looking barely one inch and far thinner than it should be. "Damn shrinkage," he dismissed.

Brady finished washing off then stepped out of the shower to towel off. Inviting him to finally notice that there was something very, very wrong with him. He felt a roughness when he ran the towel over his skin. The black wool that was coming in wasn't too much different at a glance from his natural hair so he wasn't immediately freaking out. Finding his ears larger and sticking out more from his head was oddness that brought him over to the fogged over mirror to see what was going on. It's as he walked he felt the stubby tail he'd grown for the first time. So he was reaching one hand behind him while the other wiped a clear part of the mirror.

"What the-?" Brady muttered in disbelief when he saw and felt his changes for the first time. In his halting reflection he saw incomprehensible changes to him. Brady's nostrils along with the bridge of his nose were wider with a bestiality that chill him to the bone. His eyes looked larger but nor as much as his ears had grown and reshaped, taking a shape he was familiar with but hadn't put together belonged to a sheep yet. "This, this is fucking unreal. This isn't happening, right? The fuck is this?" he shouted in a voice that grew more fearful and loud with each question.

The man's words stopped when several teeth dislodged from his mouth and tumbled down into the sink beneath the mirror. Swollen gums had pushed them out with Brady able to see strangely shaped new teeth budding worryingly underneath. There was a feeling of the bones of his very skull warping his face into something animal-like. Such a thought made Brady look around so he could see what had happened behind him. He noticed the tail first but like much of his lower back and ass it was covered in a growing mat of wet, black hairs. The sight of it all at the same time he could vividly feel it quickly dispelled any thought this wasn't really happening. Brady was changing into something.

What that was wasn't as important in simply stopping it from happening. But Brady had no notion this was triggered by his recent theft of the scarf. He didn't even believe in magic. The only thing that came to his distressed mind was that something in the bathroom was the cause. So Brady made for the door and managed to get it open. Then as he tried to take steps into his bedroom he stumbled on the carpet and fell stomach first, landing with a thud. Brady checked his feet after rolling onto his back just to see why he had tripped. Not expecting to see his feet misshapen horribly.

"No! No, fuck! Stupid fucking feeeEEEEEEEEET! EEEEEEEEEH!" bleated Brady, frightening him more. "WhaaaAAAAT was that? My voice! FuUUUUUCK!"

Confusion and curses was all Brady could offer to resist the powerful magic that was wracking his body. He also couldn't seem to escape it as his feet were changing more than just some wool on it. Two of his middle toes had swelled massively along with their blackened, almost tumorous nails. Meanwhile the other toes shrunk while their nails darkened into masses. The rest of his feet pushed up towards his calves, misshaping them up to the knee where it met changes coming down his thighs. Black wool hairs were showing up around his thighs too while finer black hairs sprouted on the lower leg. Black skin came in underneath to further the look but was the least of Brady's concerns due to his eyes seeing something far more troubling.

Where his shriveled manhood had been there was a moist black slit. A small, fleshy bulb protruded from the bottom that had once been his cock. A sensation of depth to the slit made its function as the vaginal opening for a ewe. "My dick? WhaaAAAAAAAts haAAAAAAA! NNNOOOO!" he clamored in a frightened rage. "Why is it this hap-hap-haAAAAAAAAAppening to meeEEEEEEE!"

Brady was spared watching his vulva and anus swelling only because a series of spasms caused him to arch his back when not flat on his back. A most perverse feeling of his body collapsing in on itself as his shoulders, ribs, and spine transfigured further into a four legged ovine stance. The mobility and range of motion of his arms and legs were affected greatly despite Brady's fruitless attempts to fight it. Wiggling uselessly like this as his hindquarters moved closer to matching any ewe's. Distracting his attention again as another sex characteristic of his new species blossomed.

Once barely dimples, Brady's nipples were now nearly an inch long and puffed out with black flesh. They'd get a little longer but would fill out more as they migrated with the growing pounds of flesh beneath either from the chest to between his legs. He ended up feeling it before seeing it when Brady righted himself and pushed up to all fours. By then the two mounds had merged and it was a swaying udder he saw when peering under him. So Brady tried to scream, but could only bleat.

Words and body failing him, Brady did what little he still could to resist. He made for the closed bedroom door to flee while bleating for Corey to help. His roommate always played games with his headphones on in his room but surely he'd hear Brady's screeching bleats. The urgency shot up when the same cramping torsion that turned his feet into hooves. Spreading his fingers didn't prevent two fingers becoming the primary digits while the others became simply accessory digits further up his elongated hands. Slowing Brady's attempt to flee down to barely a crawl. So he bleated louder.

Ten minutes since stepping out of the shower had been brutal on Brady. Barely much of a man was left just five agonizing feet from the door. What was there looked like a recently sheared black sheep ready to be bred. Not a thing Brady would have accepted even if true. Desperation and fear was the only reasoning he had left to explain why. Stiff joints and stiffer muscles make every inch a struggle now. A brief feeling the door was mercifully moving towards him was caused by a surge in length of his snout. Leading to more baleful bleating.

**

Meanwhile in Corey's room he's deep in a competitive game with friends at his computer when he can't ignore the strange sound in the background any longer. "Sorry, guys. I need to find out what that sound is. I'll be back in like five minutes," promised Corey over his headset before taking it off. The gnarled bleating sounds confused the hell out of Corey as to what it could be. Leaving his room, he could tell that it was coming from upstairs but still didn't know what it was. Going upstairs and narrowing the source to Brady's master bedroom. Causing Corey to relax a little since this wouldn't be the first time Brady had something loud and obnoxious playing in the house. "Brady! Dude! I don't know what the fuck you're watching on tv in there but could to turn it down? Or better yet just stop?" he shouted at the door.

In response sounds only got louder and more panic-stricken. Corey spied a shadow through the gap under the door just before something hard began energetically thumping against the door. Then scratching noises against the wood.

"The hell are you doing in there, man? You know the girls will be home soon and if they catch you sacrificing a goat they'll be pissed," joked Corey in a shout due to how loud the bleats were getting. When he heard more bleating it finally got him to decide to investigate. "Fine, I'm coming in but don't give me shit for coming in your room for this. It's your fault I- damn it, dude! I can't open the door if you're in the way!" he said when the door wouldn't open.

Took a few more attempts for the door to open unobstructed. A frustrated Corey lumbered in ready to give Brady a piece of mind only to jump back when he saw mutated looking sheep standing rigidly beside the door. It started bleating those horrid noises again with a face a mangled mess of human and sheep features. Corey grimaced when he saw that these features and others were still in flux. He could see the snout growing and filling out and its resultant flattening of the bridge of the nose to the brow and forehead. Filling out pushed the two eyes further apart as well, making their locked in stare on Corey truly unsettling. But with one eye a lamb's the other was the same hazel as Brady's.

"What the fuck are you? How did you get in here? Where the hell is Brady?" Corey asked as he looked around the room. He ran over and checked the bathroom and saw some strange signs. Hair fallen from his body was strewn everywhere, strange scuff marks on the tile floor, and nearly a full mouth's worth of human teeth in and around the sink. Corey had thought he heard Brady taking a shower and that's what it looked like happened. But he couldn't guess much more than that as he headed back into the bedroom. Waiting there near the bathroom door was a more mobile but no less freaked out black sheep that hadn't stopped bleating. "Will you stop looking at me like that? And keep the fuck away from me," Corey warned the sheep.

Back in the bedroom Corey saw all the items on the bed and knew his roommate well enough to assume he'd stolen them. The wool scarf laying unfurled prominently on top of the other items drew no special attention from him either and just moved over to the nightstand where he spotted Brady's cell phone. He grabbed it and sat on the bed hoping to find messages or some other clue. The phone's facial recognition got confused as it always did by Corey and Brady's similar faces. So he got right into the phone and could start looking through the messages for a clue. Aside from their faces and haircut the two had dissimilar body types with Corey thinner, shorter, and with a more laid back personality. Except for now when he was trying to figure out if this was some dumb prank.

"I said keep the fuck away from me. I don't know what is happening to you but I don't want it," grimaced Corey when out of the corner of his eye he spotted the sheep lurching towards him. Himself unaware he was doomed the moment he entered the room.

"BRAY! BRAAAHHHHH! BRAAaaa, BRAAaaaHeeEEEE! BAAAAHH!" The warbled bleats were almost something like speech to Corey's ear but the connection was lost on him, shrugging it off as he kept at Brady's phone.

"Or just scream at me louder. Fucking stupid animal. If this is prank I don't fucking get it but Brady is going to have to get this thing out of here. I'm not touching it or cleaning up after it," Corey promised idly while getting nowhere on his phone search. He tried to keep at it but was heard then saw the sheep start to relieve itself on the carpet. Recoiling at first from disgust Corey instead rolled back over the bet and hurried to shut the door to prevent the sheep spreading the mess elsewhere. "Not having my part of the deposit on this place be ruined by you getting out. Keep that shit in here where Brady will have to deal with," he huffed at the black sheep. "Heather is going to be so pissed at Brady. She's such a neat freak she is going to flip when she sees this. And- shit, the hell is wrong with my hand?"

The hand Corey had holding the phone trembled trying to maintain its grip. Cramping, numbness, and swelling abruptly followed. When the other hand felt the same onset of symptoms Corey had to let the phone drop from the pain. As it broke on the floor at his feet he beheld two hands rapidly transfiguring into cloven hooves. The man screamed incoherently at the sight which grew worse when the changes spread throughout his body. Cramping muscles, stiff joints, crawling flesh tugging his ears, nose, lips, and tailbone were soon besetting Corey like they had Brady before him. Just like his roommate disbelief turned to terror followed by a beleaguer attempt to escape.

Corey was now trying to open the door he had closed barely two minutes before. "No, no, no! Stupid hands! These things are useless!" complained Corey with his deforming hands unable to work the knob. He kept trying while the transformation reached every corner of his body. Corey was made to relent when the swelling of his breasts into an udder proved more pressing. "What is happening? What is thaaaaAAAAAT?!" he bleated briefly. "Did I just...?"

He'd drop to his hands and knees, briefly stunned by his bleat. A rip would form in his shirt from this and the shorts he had on would slip down to around his knees. Clothing was becoming less fit as his body moved away from humanity with every passing moment. Now it was his face being pushed into a snout and his bulging, panicked eyes transforming into a sheep's more simple ones with their horizontal pupils. Still, it took Corey spitting out his old teeth for him to put two and two together about what had happened to his roommate.

When Corey looked for the black sheep he saw that it had moved behind him. "Brady? Tell me thaaaAAAAT isn't you, dude! WhaaaAAAAAt did you doOOOOOOOO?!"

The black sheep that had been Brady showed no signs of having a man's mind any longer. The completed transformation to his body had done the same to his brain. During those times when Corey was searching the bed and bathroom, Brady's thoughts had blended with an ewe's. Attempting to say his name was the last thing he could consciously do before animal instinct addled him for good. So it was just another ewe that sniffed and licked near Corey's back side.

"No. No, fuuUUUUCk. I don't waaAAAAAnt to be aaAAAAAA stupid sheeeEEEEEP!" a bewildered Corey wept, unable to stop himself bleating more. He was becoming just like Brady it appeared, with the only difference being the bone white wool sprouting all over him. The rest was shaping up the same. Corey's hysterical heaving was made worse by the noticing how the udder was just a more developed version of the one recently migrated between his own legs. A casual turn from Brady presented his full backside to his roommate, causing Corey to gag at the thought that had also happened to him. Unable to physically see his own rear there was only a feeling to go on and there was nothing like his manhood hanging. "Not my, fucking, coaaAAAAAAAAAAAK! WHHYYYEEEEE?! HeeeEEEEEELP meeEEEEEEEEE!"

Like Corey feared his manhood was long gone by that point. Replaced by a ewe's cunt around the time he had fallen to his knees. The smell of it blooming brought Brady off originally to sniff Corey's backside. Further evidence that he'd switch sex and species came from the influx of ewe hormones which filled the man's mind with revolting thoughts he couldn't help but yearn for. Making it also a sign that Corey's mental state was changing too. Something he accepted with the same mad, overwhelming need to escape what was coming.

In all his panic he'd moved away from the bedroom door so Corey crawled back to it. Shedding his shorts and underwear completely while a torn shirt hung up around his neck and under his shoulders. He saw himself in glimpses in bedroom mirrors and found the reflection of something more ewe than man. Motivating him to move as fast as he could make his inflexible limbs move. When he did reach the door he was having trouble remembering exactly why he was trying to get there. Memories and thoughts were disappearing or becoming disjointed in an insidiously subtle way that made Corey struggle with even remembering where he even was.

Within a minute Corey's last coherent human thoughts needing to escape became a frightened sheep in unfamiliar surroundings. Calming more as the changes to its body completed allowing the white sheep to move properly. Seeing the black sheep further eased the new ewe's fears as it wasn't alone. Perhaps a sliver of their decade-long friendship helped them acclimate to each other quickly once both had sniffed and licked the other in every way possible.

In little more than thirty minutes the two men had been summarily reduced to more relaxed bleats and baas. Faster than either man could think or react or escape or most important of all, warn.

***

Heather parked her car in the driveway behind Brady's car and got out alongside Molly, her good friend and Corey's sister. Both women worked office desk jobs and were worn out after a long day and week. The two women were both in their business pants suits but eager to get them off. Heather, a tall dirty blonde with a friendly demeanor and soft spot for jewelry, already had her heels off while Molly, shorter, stouter auburn haired people pleaser with a sense of humor, was undoing her bra before they were through the front door. Their conversation from the car continued.

"I really don't want to be bothered doing another round of laundry this weekend but I know I'll want to have that violet dress for that presentation next week so I guess I gotta find the time for that too," Heather sighed to her friend.

"I'm doing a few myself so just put together a hamper of clothes you need washed and I'll take care of it," Molly offered as she shut the door behind them.

"Really? Because that would be amazing of you. I know Brady certainly isn't going to help at all with it," Heather joked. She dropped her purse on the couch and plucked off her stockings one at a time.

"Corey either. And really, not a problem. I'm doing mine anyway. Plus you made dinner four times this week so I feel like I owe it to you too." Molly popped her heels off and went so far as removing her suit jacket to toss onto the couch.

"Don't mention it. If you want tomorrow I can make- wait, do you smell that?" Heather asked when a rather rank, unfamiliar odor wafted nearer to them from upstairs.

Molly sniffed the air, souring her expression. "Ew, yuck! Yeah, I definitely smell something. What is that? So gross," she coughed.

"I don't know. Smells like animals live here. Are the windows open? Is this coming from outside?" Heather asked as she looked for a cause.

Molly and her spread out a little to see if they could find anything but every window was closed and there was no sign of any animal. However they did notice the smell was strongest near the stairs leading upstairs. The two women prepared to head up with Heather in front as she hated the feeling that the house she lived in was dirty. Neither woman knew exactly what to expect but were more angry than afraid. Wouldn't be the first time they'd come home to Brady and Corey making a mess.

"Brady! Corey! The hell is that smell? What did you do?" Heather shouted as she and Molly marched up the stairs.

"Like, did the toilet overflow or did you decide to bring a deer in the house?" added Molly jokingly.

The two had little trouble tracking to the master bedroom which only had Heather doubly angry. "Come on, Brady, what the hell is that stink? What did you do to our room?"

Opening the door the two women were hit by the odor of sheep shit, piss, and wool. The first two were spread all over the room, including the bed. There were tufts of black and white wool in places but where they were coming from was a mystery briefly. Both Heather and Molly were appalled by the smell and sight. Molly had to step out of the room to keep herself gagging. Heather fared better but still tried not to breathe through her nose. It's why she grabbed the scarf from her bed to cover her nose and mouth once near enough to the bed to reach it. Didn't help with wool smell but guarded against the other at least.

Heather was about to yell for her boyfriend again when she unexpectedly heard hooves clattering on tile. Out of the bathroom trotted a black sheep, a ewe, looking like it just had a drink. It ambled over towards Heather who wasn't sure how to even react other than to try petting the friendly animal.

"Where did you come from, girl? Did my idiot boyfriend and his buddy bring you here?" an exacerbated Heather asked the dull eyed sheep. She heard a strange splashing noise coming from the bathroom. Craning her head she saw another sheep, this one with white wool and a ripped to shreds shirt stuck around his upper body, drinking from the toilet. "Seriously? Get your head outta there!" she yelled as she dashed towards the bathroom, the wool scarf still held to her face.

While Heather disappeared into the bathroom Molly gathered her willpower to reenter the bedroom. Both her hands were over her nose and mouth to try and keep some of that stink out. She was confused like Heather by the friendly black sheep who trotted over to greet her. Molly was more averse to animals and made a careful wide circle to keep the ewe away. "I checked my phone and I haven't gotten a message from my brother or Brady in over an hour. Tried calling both too but nothing. But I think I see Brady's phone smashed there on the floor? What heck?"

Molly reached where the phone had been dropped and most of the screen and back smashed. Likely obliviously stepped on by the sheep for good measure too since it wouldn't even turn on. Solving the mystery of why Brady didn't answer his phone only raised a litany of new questions and mysteries to deal with. She tossed the broken phone on the bed just as the white sheep exited the bathroom. At first Molly was amazed that they actually had two sheep to deal with. But had to pause when she recognized the shirt on the white one. When she got closer, fighting her natural revulsion to farm animals, she confirmed as much as one her brother wore all the time.

"Huh, that's really strange," Molly noted loud enough for Heather to hear. "This one has my brother's shirt on somehow. It's that stupid one he's had since high school that's been falling apart for years that I've told him to toss. How does it wind up on a sheep? If this is a prank it's really stupid, don't you think?" she asked in the direction of the bathroom.

The expected raging reply from Heather never came. She couldn't see into the bathroom well from where she was but she could see Heather from behind standing in there.

"Did you hear me? Or are you beside yourself with rage?" Molly joked to fill the awkward silence. She thought she heard Heather growling or maybe mumbling to herself so figured she assumed correctly. "I'm guessing that's a yes. And no sign of doofus and dingus? All I see of them out here is your man's phone and my brother's shirt stuck on that lamb. Like, where are they? Why are there even, like, sheep in here? What could they have been thinking?" a worried Molly speculated aloud. Then as a damp sweat took her she asked, "Did it get a lot hotter in here or something? Or is your fuming anger spreading?"

More silence from Heather had Molly a little worried. She went to peek again but to her relief Heather was finally shuffling out of the bathroom. But then saw how Heather was hunched over, clearly in distress, with the wool scarf held loose over the whole of her face. The blinded women stumbled after only a few steps. Careful to avoid sheep droppings everywhere, Molly hurried to her friend.

"What is it? Are you crying?" a concerned, sweaty and red faced Molly asked Heather.

Heather dropped the scarf to reveal a face well merged already with the bovid features of a sheep herself. There were also tufts of white wool sticking out from her collar while her ears elongated before Molly's very eyes. "H-H-Holy shit, Heather? Fuck, get the fuck away from me!" she screamed in abject horror. Back away only brought Heather closer with her arms outstretched.

"HeeEEEEElp meeeeEEEE! I don't know wh-wh-what haaAAAAAAAAppened! PleeEEEEEse Molly! I'm chaaaAAAAAAAAAnging!" Heather said or baa'ed while frantically grasping at Molly with hands themselves crooked, swollen, and hoof-like.

"Keep away! Get back! Corey! Brady! Help!" Molly cried out before hitting the end of the bed and falling back onto it.

Heather followed right on top of her which planted her hands either side of Molly's head. "HaaAAAAAAAAlp! HaaaaAAAAAAAlp! Huuurts MooaAAAAAAAAAAly!" bleated a forlorn Heather down at her friend. Spitting dislodged teeth as she did.

"What the- n-n-no! Not on me! Stop! Heather, get away!" an utterly freaked out Molly yelled. With no options she tried pulling herself up further onto the bed to get away. She could feel Heather attempting to stop her so she only fought harder. Fixating herself on escaping more than anything. Ignoring the tightness in her own clothes or the stiffness and cramping setting in. Molly was determined not to catch what Heather had, not knowing she was not far behind. "Keep away from me, Heather! You're not fucking normal! I don't fucking know whaaaAAAAAt your are! W-Wait. No, I didn't just..."

Molly doubled her efforts and despite disquieting aching reaching her face she managed to slip away. Partly thanks to Heather becoming stuck fighting her clothes. Once she was out of reach Molly rolled off the side of the bed and went to get up when for the first time she noticed a massive meaty bulge in the front of her dress skirt. Molly didn't hesitate to yank both skirt and panties down. Allowing two burgeoning testicles packed in a lightly white wooly scrotum to bulge outward along with a smaller fleshy sheath that sat on top. More wool covered her thighs and Molly became aware that she too was cursed.

"Is that a, a, a," Molly dared not say. But when a rush of ram hormones hit her brain followed by a red and pointed sheep's penis there was no denying it. "Not a dick! No! I haaAAAAAAAve to get outtaaAAAAAAA here!"

She attempted to stand and make for the open bedroom door but tripped on the skirt around her ankles she'd forgotten about in the rush. Her ungraceful fall landed her in large wet spots where the ewes had relieved themselves. It's from that pungent odor Molly fought to get back up but could do no better than hands and knees. By then her ears and especially nose were stretching and tugging in all the ways she feared. Itching broke out all over her that she couldn't scratch because her hands looked swollen by two sizes. In the couple minutes that passed the smell of ewe piss was beginning to tantalize Molly in ways that felt wrong very wrong.

From where Molly was she could see the tail and spreading ass brought on by pelvic changes that she was experiencing herself. It came on quickly for Heather too. Back when she was in the bathroom shooing Corey out the smell the ewes had left was already starting to smell half-pleasing. Then when her nose, lips, and jaw rapidly developed into a ram's snout all she could do was cover her face and hope Molly could help. Her own clothes were being torn off her bulking body by the rapid accumulation of wool in places like her shoulders down to her lower back and then again around her thighs. That and a petrifying stiffness left her with nothing but a view and whatever sad words she could form.

"I d-don't know, how thisssaaAAAAAAAA haaaAAAAAAppned!" Heather bawled as she baaed.

Both were struck next by the same budding of their horns up further on their heads than they could balance. Their neck and skulls were changed enough yet but either woman would have rather they not grown in at all than the forced accommodation. Molly shut her eyes when the bony growths emerged more, pulling open more skin at a time when the bridge of her nose was twice as broad. She also had to fend off the surge of male instincts that her fully functional and nearly erect ram's cock brought on. A losing battle.

Opening her eyes she saw Heather there again, all that blonde hair of hers mostly fallen out as her skull and even down to her neck and shoulders had taken on a sheep's silhouette. She then noticed one of the sheep, the white one, had come over to her and was sniffing at her. Seeing the shirt again allowed Molly to put the nightmarish pieces together.

"C-C-CoreeEEEEEEEE? Is thaaAAAAAAt yooou?" Molly asked the lamb but it didn't respond. "Oh fucking fuck, BAAAAAA! My b-brother is a sheEEEEEEEEP!?"

Took hearing Molly for Heather to look at the black sheep again and immediately understand. "BRAAAAAAAAH! BraaaAAAAAAAAH! BraaAAAAAA-DEEEEEEE! BAAAA! BAAAA!" she managed mostly in baas. Then it was all baas and bleats with Heather aware her vision was changing.

Sounds of ripping and tearing clothing, baas, bleats, and stomping hooves made a clamor in the house neighbors would likely hear. Neither Molly or Heather was silent going through the all the same unwanted, monstrous, and bestial transformation as unwilling as the men before them. The switch of sex proved just as alarming with both dealing with issues. For Heather it was the balls descending from her engorged cunt, from which further formed a sheath. A scarlet ovine penis wasn't far behind for her and she had an unfortunate view of the ills it would bring as Molly meekly resisted Corey's submissive licking at his sister's new penis.

"GeeeEEEEt off meeeEEe, CoreeEEY! I'm, your, your, BAAAA! BAAAAA! BAAAAAAA!" Her ability for speech fully degraded, much like her like resistance. Corey's tongue was proving too powerful a sedative to her moral stances on familiar relations. Soon it wasn't her brother Corey servicing her it was a ewe in heat showing her affection. That's why when Corey waddled up in front of her, tail raised and his own pussy presented, Molly thought like a ram rather than rationally.

Heather couldn't believe it when Molly, trying to flee hardly two minutes before, readily mounted Corey. Molly's actively progressing transformation didn't impede her ram lust or the energetic thrusts it brought on. The deed took only ten or fifteen seconds but it was enough to empty some of Molly's new pent up virility. She'd dismount a shaky mess after but by the look in her rectangular eyes and the way she moved it was clear Molly had checked out. The ram was now in charge.

Watching her friend lose control made Heather uncomfortable. But only because watching had her wanting her own ewe to despoil. Luck or intuition brought the black ewe Brady onto the bed. He sniffed his way over to his girlfriend, passing the goods he stole along the way. Brady's simple mindset was exemplified no better than unconscious urinating atop his items, tail wagging merrily. Because his attention was Heather. Or rather the ram Heather was close to becoming. Heather knew what would be coming and effectively went from fearful to forgetting why she'd reject an eager ewe's attention. Especially one in heat, judging by the smell coming off Brady's ass.

Things devolved quickly after that. Brady's hopes for sex that night with Heather were achieved in one of the worst ways possible. By the end of the night Molly would also mount him, just as Heather would do the same to Corey whenever the moment presented itself. The women would become unwitting rams with similar features and coats that made them look all the more like any other farm animal. Heather's mental state fell apart when she mated with Brady the first time, leaving with the same sheep's intelligence as the others. Allowing her, like Molly, to revel in the feeling of their horns coming in or the swelling of their balls to full size.

Brady's nasty habit had finally caught up with him. Stealing from the wrong store had resulted in a rapid fall for himself and those closest to him. A costly lesson for someone else, as the man himself had no notion of anything beside how hungry it was and that it needed a nice long nap.

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Sitting on her stool at her desk, the shopkeeper scribbled away on one side of her massive ledger while Ember the Bengal slumbered on the other. The sudden ring of the phone startled Ember, sending her dashing away. The shopkeeper sighed then answered the phone, affecting her customer service voice, "Hello. Before you say anything we closed fifteen minutes ago and will be open again in the morning so unless this is an emergency I would call back in the- oh my, is that you Oliver? Sorry about that, thought you were a customer for a moment. But if it's you that's calling this late I can only imagine it's not social. How may I assist Animal Control this time? It had better not be a dragon again," she groaned. The conversation continued, "Sheep, you say? How many? Six? Maybe more? Are any of them yours? Just some cops? Did they change recently? Oh, they're still changing? And their changing sex? Hmmm, there could be a few customers actually. Though... didn't happen to spot any black sheep in the house before you called me? One, huh? Yeah, I think I know the fella. Was actually a thief from earlier today. He- oh, spare me that 'a punishment fits the crime' talk. I don't tell you how to get a cat down from a tree. Just give me the address and I'll be over. There's a scarf doing it so it's not contagious or anything. Should be able to revert the most recent converts. The others you better just get a trailer ready for. What? I'm not a wizard or anything, can't fix them all."

The shopkeeper took down the address and after hanging up whistled for her two legged assistant. "Ellah! Get out here! And bring my Cureall satchel from the back! And my sheep shears! They should be with my other sharp implements so be careful!" she shouted through the bead curtain to the back.

"Okay!" Ellah shouted back while yawning. "Wait, sheep shears? Why?"

"Because if I'm going to ruin my evening fixing a thief's collateral damage then I'm going to at least net myself some free wool. So stuff those ears into your hat, grab your coat, my things, my shears, and let's get this over with," insisted the shopkeeper.

She would go on to change everyone back but Brady the thief, conveniently. The rest would recover, though Corey and Molly never spoke of it again. Heather was also deeply affected by it all and would track the shopkeeper down herself in the coming weeks, becoming a frequent, paying customer.