Day one of his changed self and gross lifestyle came with heightened sensations and vivid memories of what was his life. He would be the first to admit of what was missing from becoming as is an animal, the loss of love and cherishing of a mate. Being like a male goat physically, came with brute sensations, the list trailing form naked and furry to accosting his mate with brutal force.
Never in any of his previous love relationships had he, Roth as then named Randy felt such sense of dire lust. Lust is as much a sin as might be what a man acting like a brute animal does as to be dominate of any a female. Previous to this continuing as permanent situation, Roth would like to caress a lover, wanting to enhance the mutual sensation of the moment. So dire were the sensations of lust for a doe that Roth/Randy knew his sense of morality was fast vanishing.
If from the manner of depth and the sleek sinking feeling of his then a sixteen inches of male cock-meat sliding along the sensually ribbed walls of the doe' vagina, came then such passion for goat buck lifestyle, he felt a gaining desire to become the best herd-sire buck he could be for his doe harem.
Down deep he hated the doctors and their Reformation process what made of him as an animal form, given to living a beastly lifestyle. Sex and sensuality was but the crest of the beastly existence, as after finding what it felt to mate like a goat, the daily existence was a mass of raunchy sensations. Insects were the worst plague Randy would need deal with, they coming to be a bother after he had adorned his head with urinating on it as a goaty style aphrodisiac.
Rut and the urge to contort his head as drawn back and set down low, allowed him to pee on his head, muzzle, giving him a rank stench, what his owners found as drastically offensive. Such a stink was Randy, that the wranglers handling their breeder buck found it useful to wear goggles and air cleaning breathing apparatus. The goat buck that Roth became had him accepting the daily drudgery due to the occasional sensual sex episodes with equally horny Does'.
Fur, horns, and feeling constantly horny, Randy lived day-to-day, rising at sunup, getting a drink from a trough, before given grain to munch. Mid morning to late afternoon he went with the goat herd to graze, and chew cud. Those first few days of learning how to regurgitate swallowed grass clods caused Randy some sense of profound discomfort. His goat digestive system worked well, as when he ate, he would spit out his butt turds, all happening in unison.
Mornings and that yucky flavor of greens he ate the previous day left a tart flavor on his tongue.
Almost any day and Randy would rise to drink, stand and munch, poop, urinate, and gain an erection that with some bodily maneuvering he delighted the suckling of his red, pencil thin size goaty penis. He would groan when from suckling his cock he tasted his own urine. Doe goat vulva's became a much preferred taste sensation when he compared the acrid flavoring born to his urine.
After a month of sensations and sexual degradation, Randy awoke after a afternoon nap, and was led to meet a human female.