The flight became rough, outside were crosswinds that buffeted the plane was making nearly everybody on the plane wishing there was a place the pilot could land the plane. Did I say that I hated to fly, maybe I forgot, but if there were a train to take between Munich and New York, I would buy a ticket.
A long flight and what was offered for a dinner on the red eye special, was making me sicker for having eaten the meal. Finally, I could not stand the upset feeling and got out of my seat, as waddled the aisle to the rear rest room, with hopes to puke.
The restroom was a cold and cozy as if seated in a phone booth on the main street of some Siberian town in winter.
As the plane wobbled through the air at breakneck speed, I slipped down my dress slacks, then the undershorts, and sat on a toilet seat the stewardess probably kept in the freezer. I felt a raking chill go up my spine, and feeling a dire need to relieve a full bladder I slipped my right hand down to better point my maleness into the toilet.
Right then I yelped, "What the Hell," as there, touching my groin I felt my scrotum, or what then was my scrotum. My manly maleness had changed, for one thing it had grown much larger, each testicle the size equal and shaped like an Avocado, but furry. As from there I expected to feel my pens, but felt a fur covered skin with an inner tube. I traced with my hand along the tubular extension to where it ended just two inches below my navel. At that point I lifted my shirt to see my body as having changed; I had the fully transformed genitals similar to the goat creature I saw in the magazine.
All I could say was to calmly say, "Oh brother!"
Oh brother, as what the magazine character was to have said, wishing of the reader to become as if his twin brother. That very intimidating thought tended to cause in me a sense of, as a state of arousal. I sat then while stroking my furry big balls, saw what was then my changed penis rise from out its furry sheath. Up it came, pointed at the end what was circumcised just after my birth some forty plus years previous. My goat cock tapered to being larger of girth nearer the base, it hot, rather oily, the skin taunt and a deep reddish hue.
I touched the penal skin, discovering it as highly sensual to anything it touched.
Why, but I began stroking the length of my changed penis, sliding through a fist-formed hand, quickening the pace, stirring my furry balls, until from the rounded hole at the end to my goat cock, roared out five harsh spurts of semen. The first spouting was all white with a fair amount of pre. The next four changed to a creamy yellow tone, as grew darker, and thicker, having pearls of congealed semen what reminded me of tapioca pearls in mother's homemade pudding.
I did not believe my own moves as with the last tow mighty blasts of my semen I leaned forward and cupped my mouth over the blunt end to my goat cock, ingesting, as swallowing what spewed forth from my furry balls.
When the masturbating was through, I leaned back on the toilet, as sighed for feeling relief, to then looking at the rest room mirror, I saw there at the crest of my forehead were two small nub-bumps, the essence of what I knew would grow to be my future horns.
An itchy feeling foretold of skin sprouting goat fur, it coarse to the touch, but dense as it was warming. I masturbated a second time just thirty minutes after I had the first massive ejaculation. The result from the second rush of semen shooting out the end of my near vertical cock, painted the plane rest room ceiling with a plastering of my semen. I kicked off my slacks and then let fall off me my shoes, as leaned forward to remove very loose socks, seeing my changed legs.