Malcolm drove his pickup truck with Emily seated in the passenger seat to his right, she looking ahead, he occasionally glancing at her, saw her smiling from her anticipation of going to residing at his farm. Her sensual blending of being a human girl and the many goatish physical attributes had him contemplating how Emily could give him some fun times, when neither were doing their farm chores.
"I cannot fully appreciate the idea of a pretty girl like you preferring to become physically like a goat. Although I did buy you like you were an animal, my personal plans for what you may be doing when living at my farm might be to satisfy me, my masculine urges." Malcolm said to a then starry eyed Emily.
Emily turned then to look at her owner and offered him a rather goaty muzzled toothy grin. "If you had made that offer to me some weeks ago, as before I met then Miss Winifred, I would have slapped your face for such a suggestion. Since then and because I have become accustom to being and liking to be more as is a doe goat, what were my moral ideals have dwindled. I was near enough to letting a buck goat mate as hump me many times while working at a farm during summer vacation.
Miss Winifred had warned me not to give into the carnal goaty lusts, as if I were to let a buck mate with me, and I became impregnated by that buck, my human self would degrade to where I would become a doe goat until my kid were birthed and weaned. The sensations of weaning a kid goat Miss Winifred said might put me over the edge, and by desire for being bred again, I would become a doe goat permanently. The thoughts of me becoming all goat, as changed permanently to live as would a doe goat scared me into submission to what Miss Winifred wished for me to have my summertime romps of goaty fun.
Her spell what caused me to change as look partially like a doe goat, did from my often-times changing into my goaty form when working at the store, or visiting a friend owning a goat farm, the spell began asserting more impressions of a desire for me to become more physically, and somewhat mentally likened to a goat female. I am quite comfortable with being as much like the goat form as when you bought me. My ambitions are to become more like a goat, and what you wish to do to me, you being a man, the buck goats would do it with brash male beastly style sex as breeding a doe goat.
How you are looking at me has my goaty body feeling a great want for being bred, see here, as from my vagina it is leaking, making the truck seat wet from my feminine arousal. If from being mated by you I might retain more of what i was by being born a human, then OK, I could learn to like you better. My nights come with wild dreams of me and some herd bucks doing it, to where come the morning my bed-sheets I find to being dampened and often sticky.
My delights for wanting of and deciding to let Miss Winifred spellbind me to become a goat-girl, was and is very much my delight for wanting now of buck goats to ravishing, as brutally breeding, mate with me!" Emily stating her impetuous ideas and the delights what was driving her toward preferring her being more like a doe goat than what her parents and friends could understand her reasoning.
"Wow there dear girl, you anticipated and answered much of the questions I had along the same line of ideas. My looking at you, you being so much like one of my farm goats and still human has me sitting here feeling aroused. I could stop driving and pull to the side of the road and want then to molest you as if I were your dreamy big buck. My reluctance of not reaching toward you as grab you and ravish you bodily is because I have a deeper sense of manly morals. If after we get to my farm and with times working together that our want for being physical about sex becomes mutual, then maybe we shall try to couple."
Malcolm so said, as he eyeing Emily of what she was and how she looked physically, she was a good reason for his feeling manly aroused.
After almost an hour long drive they arrived at his farm. Emily saw then his herd of goats as she gained a broad smile, turned to give a look at her owner, as much begging of him to open the pasture gate and let her run out tpo mingle with his goat herd.