Lazily flipping by a few screens, you soon realized you didn't really have the attention span to give it much thought. Selecting something somewhat familiar, the screen lit up with the rather unremarkable nanny goat, complete with udder and short beard.
Upon clicking on the green 'Ok' button, you're brought to a screen with a slider which simply had the heading of 'Bullseye' chance. In what you assumed had to be a glitch, you could raise your own bullseye level to 99.99%. Laughing happily, you accepted and upon pressing the accept button you feel a light shock go through your body. The tingle lingered in your finger, leading you to suck at it for a moment until it tapered off.
Stepping away from the console, which only showed a smiling face and the text "Enjoy. And Be Blessed."
Left scratching your head, your attention turns to getting out of the room. The door you came in from wouldn't budge and while there was another sliding door on the opposite end of the room, it didn't appear to open from this side. Still you attempted to try it out but only made it a few steps before a wiggling of your ears took you off-guard. Grabbing either in your hand did not seem to slow their reforming and becoming thinner, with a light coating of fuzz on top.
Your eyes go wide in shock as, through your somewhat tenuous grip, slip your changing ears. Running back to the panel, its glossy finish allows you to see the freakish changes that had taken your ears. That they stuck out and were covered in fuzzy hair brought a deep feeling of foreboding to your mind.
You grunt and grip at your stomach as a cramping pain grips your gut. There is a dampness to the cracks and pops you hear, as you try and fathom what could possibly be happening. Meanwhile your insides felt like they were being rung out and rearranged, leaving your legs quivering.
“Help!” you try to yell but you hardly have the air in your lungs to manage more than a whisper. Looking again at your reflection, you can see the fur from your ears is spreading deeper in your actual hair and down your neck. “No, no, no,” you say in growing panic.
It was around this time that you noticed your fingers weren’t quite right. After stopping them from shaking, you notice how pinkie and ring fingers on either hand were stitched together with flesh while your middle and index were merged up to the first joint. Flexing them, there is little movement you can manage before the aching forces you to stop.
Sweat was dripping off your brow and down onto cheeks as the changes to your body kept encroaching on your humanity. Next came a tug at your nose which spread to your cheeks, forcing a smile on you, before your jaw joined in the formation of primitive snout.
Suddenly, after a weakness in the hips leads to trying to balance on just two legs, you topple backwards, immediately crying out in pain as you land. Reaching back and into your pants, just at the end of your spine, is a furry, short tail that wiggled between your slimmed ass cheeks. Looking at your feet, either shoe dropped off the thinned appendage as hard, hoof-like growths were taking your warped foot.
Those twitching furry ears on your head pick up on all the sounds coming from your transforming body. You were gurgling on the inside especially while bones and ligaments continued to pull you in odd ways.
“AhhhAAHHH,” you briefly yelled before it turned into something close to a bleat.
Looking down at yourself again, you focus on your groin where your cock is rock hard within the strained confines of your pants. An urge to push was growing in you and all you knew is the feeling was coming from you gut. Or lower. Still, it was growing in you like a vicious bubble and eventually you had to give in.
Pellets of turds filled your pants shamefully just as you orgasmed, followed soon after by a hot stream of piss. You had to look away, even as you continued to soil yourself like an animal.
Determined to not end it like this, you get enough of yourself together to roll onto your belly and, slowly and carefully, onto the four cloven hooves that were now your feet. Weighed down by your waste, your pants fall in a heap at your feet which you step out of, leaving only your shirt on your diminished torso.
“This can’t be happening to me,” you say, feeling your ass part and the beginnings of a slit form just below your asshole and perky tail. This is when you felt two points of pain at your waist. Unable to reach, you look down and watch as the teats grow out, followed by the swelling flesh of an udder. “No! Someone sAAAAAA MEEE!” you bleat, face pulling out further, your nostrils taking in your own stink.
This is when the door opposite of you made a rattling noise before opening and a billy goat came trotting out. The scent of him through you for a loop at first, unaware that you were going into heat just as your changes began to finish and slow.
After a cursory sniff around the perimeter and your old clothes, the buck was on you and its interest was immediately piqued.
‘No. No, please,’ you thought, even as the goat mounted and you firmed your stance for him. Some instincts were pushing in and forcing you to want this. At least, that’s what you had to hope. Even as the goat slid in, you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t real. Ten minutes later, with your cunt left dripping and full, the goat was already chewing at your shirt.
“That’s a bullseye!” declared the screen near the door. “Two more for the arc!” it said before the rear doors open. You follow the buck, your mate, onto what you hope is a good milking.