"Cough, cough, no, oh no Jeff, what have you done, what did you make me do, I got a stomach full of your semen and its making me feel sick." Mike said, as after having swallowed the ejaculated second load of Jeff's goatish semen, he felt revolted.
In the aftermath of the wild sexual fandango, Jeff set on his flatter furry butt, he looking at Mike. Jeff had his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle, as he was breathing heavily, feeling sated and tired from the exertion. Mike was still in his kneeling position, he not wanting to look at what was fast becoming a buck goat that was his friend.
"If you were cursed or poisoned by what was in that vial you stole and used, then your semen might well be as a poison for me, maybe it transferring your curse, or the same animal dehumanization upon me. Understand me Jeff, as much as we were or are friends, my like for being with you does not include me losing my being human and accepting my becoming some dumb as sex driven farm animal. I plan and want more from my lifetime than to be standing sheath deep and thrusting my penis up the furry cunt of some doe goat!
Are you listening to me..., can you understand what I am saying, Jeff, Jeff?" Mike said, as he saw Jeff, as about his head and face had more the reshaped contours of it being all that like a goat, including the sprouting of two horns.
Feeling stiff in many other places other than in his groin, Mike got up to standing uprightly, and thought to try and call back the ointment shop and beg the owner-proprietor for some antidote to the poison or curse.
The house phone had beside it an old but working A.T. & T. caller I.D. display, and by luck the last caller to Jeff's phone was from the ointment shop. Mike pressed the "Redial," button and the phone remembering the last number having called, sent through the return call from Mike.
Ring-ring, "Hallo, oh it is you young sir, the other thief of my excellent product. Is you friend there, if so I suspect by now he is not feeling up just himself, nor is he looking like the fool thief that strolled into my shop yesterday. But that is his troubles, and he shall need deal with what he is becoming, and shall remain to his dying day!
So what might you be calling me about today..., or were you molested by your horny friend and having ingested some of his infectious semen, are seeing your future getting rather furry?" Asked the old man and proprietor of his magical ointment shop.
"Yes sir, you are quite correct on all points, as my foolish friend is fast becoming a large breed male, ah buck goat with a very over-active sex fetish. And too, he did come at me and pushed his cock inside my mouth, ejaculating into me two loads of his salty, creamy semen. And yes, I know too that his semen could transfer to me his curse, as this is something I do not wish to become a part. If you would sell me the antidote for me, I would be more than happy to reimburse you for what my friend stole and the price then for the antidote, please!" Mike said as offered, he feeling his gut full of semen was like a boiling pot of future trouble.