Anna began the rolling of a snowball, as the wet snow allowed the ball to grow bigger quickly, it became heavy and harder to move. John did not know what else to do but to be of help to his sister. Together, they worked to roll up snowballs of equal size to Chinese soccer balls. The balls were huge and weighed more than a hundred pounds.
Brother and sister rolled the big balls of snow to where John had decided their sculptured artwork should stand as be personified. It was at this point when Anna noted that her half-brother's clothes were looking rather snugly fitted to an expanding body. She stepped away as marveled when she saw John crouch low and he grabbed each snowball, picking them up and setting each of one atop another to being three high; making a huge mass of wet carve-able snow.
The ripping shoulder seams of a winter coat alerted even to John as to his body was growing.
John stepped behind the heaped big balls of rolled snow and began to remove what was torn. His winter jacket went first, as did his boots, socks, and then snow pants, and from there he saw the bulging of his legs; as removed then the torn leg coverings, leaving his legs and feet as partially naked.
"Is this what you wanted or expected, as see here how from your adorning my thermal underwear with the salve, and had me drink a blending of it, my feet, legs, and crotch is growing me a pelt of dense sheep's wool. As know too," John sounding as angry said, while he stopped his talking and began anew the removal of his stretched shirt and T-shirt, as allow Anna to see her brother having become to looking like he was a mutant sheep.
When the chilly air and mild breezes hit the wool growing out of John, he doubled over with a horrid pain in his gut.
"Oh John," Anna exclaimed, "Are you getting sick?"
John swung at his sister a wool covered arm and blurted out in anger his reply, "No, not sick but changing internally, sheep you know are bovines as their digestive system is quite different from what you as a human has from birth."
"Ouch, ouch, damn but my toes, my toes, the salve and potion you stirred up as had me drink is causing my feet to reconfigure; I am growing cloven hoofs!
My legs, the thigh muscles are cramping up, changing the configuration, giving me soon the hind legs, hocks and feet like the Ram sheep you wanted as your horny brother. Trust me sis, as when I should become as a Sheep-Ram-Satyr, your virginity is in danger of being molested." John rose then to as standing but on partially crouched wool covered legs. He felt with his hands at the thickening curls or wool and looking at his sister he smiled. "You and me too, I did not know how transforming fully felt, but it is an arousing feeling. I feel exceptionally virile, as look here and note the sheer growth of and size of my scrotum.
See here as well, when my guts changed, so did my urinary plumbing, as I have a sheath now and I am sure a very uncircumcised, ram style penis. It all happening now with such speed of changing that it has me feeling horny. I feel a need for having sex, male or female it won't matter to me!
I, I sniff, as with sniffing the breeze I smell sheep, ewes, and it is of them my loins feel of want to mount, mate and breed; good bye sis, live long and prosper!" John said as he turned and dashed away, ran and leaped the pasture fence, he heading toward the corrals filled with sheep.