She did this to me, but after tasting her and what she can do to change the mind of a man being a man, my mindset is changing again, leading me toward my becoming for her as a male Goat.
Never the mind, but I was already furry, horny, and my maleness configured as similar to being that of a goat.
More goat fur is growing, spreading, soon to cover my body in its entirety. As the thought of becoming totally fur covered sends waves of arousal, my cock rises, it wags, and the pre begin to drip.
She sets by watching, obviously amused at what she has made to begin.
I moan as my big balls clench, a surge is soon to come, as my cum, a creamy consistency, scented like a fine wine, and rather tasty, as I long to ingest my semen again. As I shiver while waiting for my sense or arousal to peak, I want for to stroke my cock with a cupped hand, feeling how it seems to be growing longer, and adding new girth.
"What," I did ask of her, but she just sat there and smiled.
"Please, can I come to you, as join, and let me drink your breast milk, if but for one last time!" I begged, as moved closer toward her, as she sits more upright as readied for me to mouth her nipples and begin to suckle like a kid goat does on his mom.
"Oh, oh yes," I thought, as I slurped and suckled her breasts, while as I stood leaning at her, she with both hands cupped, was stroking my cock, she masturbating me, causing my transition from satyr to a buck goat to hasten!
"Please," I said as her milk trickled out of my busy mouth. As she knew what I wanted then, of my stout cock, it longer, fatter, feeling of added bulk gives me the desire to mount her, mate, thrusting wildly with a sense of urgency, the like I never felt when first changed, being a satyr.
"It is instinct that you feel, beastly, male animal sex drives, you want to procreate, to give me a kid, but I like being as I am, so if you want to mate, breed, then go find a doe goat feeling her estrus!" She said, her that lovely creature what led me down the path to perdition.