Jerome found herself getting more and more horny as each one of the team members took there turn. The milk flowed and all drank it with strange sexual intoxicating results.
Rick setting off to one side a dixie cup by his side he petted the tired Billy goat as both watched the teams mate.
Bob took his time with Jerome and fucked her well till he fell off her side exhausted. Another jumped in a took his place as Derek kept the milking process working.
It was three hours gone by when from the side line Rick noticed his own strange feelings. He was rubbing his chest and wiggled his butt as feelings of strange and uncomfortable began.
At last he had to go take a pee and getting up was even hard. His balance felt way off as if the Nanny milk had something mixed in, he laughed but not for long. Toddling over to the urinal he unzipped and dug stiffening fingers in to pull his pride and joy out of those tighty whitey jockey shorts.
"Huh!" was all he exclaimed as in place of his normal shaft was now a feeling of a long tube and hairy sheath. He dug deeper in and working his hand up he finally found the end to his sheath. The thing was grown into his lower abdomine, As if in pain he tried to pull it down and out for to release in strained bladder.
"Golly, just no way!" he grumbled as the sound of the other players echoed their locker room.
Fustrated and ready to pee his pants Rick waddled off into a toilet stall and dropped his pants.
"Oh my Godddddddd!" he moaned.
The sight was for Rick a very sobbering sight indeed. His thighs and crotch were thickly grown in curls upon curls of goaty wool. A long hung sack had his larger balls slung down between legs also covered in hair. he lifted his shirt tails and there peeking out of the wooly sheath was a redder than red penis.
As the urge turned to absolute need of release his shaft pushed out farther and farther till arching out and down a monster of sixteen inches.
Moaning of satisfied release and with a sudden personal joy Rick leaned his stiffening fingers agains the back wall of his stall. As the yellow river flowed out he closed his eyes and was delighted in the relaxing feel.
The last drips plunked into the toilet bowl he again opened his eyes to find the colors of his world now were just black and eleven shades of gray.
Shaking his head he was disgusted with the way he saw his world. A passing wonder if the Nanny goat's milk did this, was quickly cut off as he tried to move.
Straining to bend his head down and crane the neck to see Rick's waist, legs, feet and toes were now those like what Billy enjoyed. Black curls of the goatish wool thickly covered his rump, thighs and ran up the stomach and chest. His lower legs, hocks, and hind feet down to cloven black hooves had a thinner shorter hair but very dense.
Rick struggled to hoist over his head the T-shirt and sweat shirt. A wiggle and one groaning bleat sound announced to all the rebirth of yet another happy horny buck.
Bounding out of the toilet stall a black billy goat with still human head and face stood head tilted and looking for who would be willing.