Sensing his body as becoming that of the female gender Les at first was very upset. He liked being male and would if this situation had not come to pass, would have perfered to remain a male human. His choice was not offered and with Alan's rank self he infected Les and made for himself a willing reciever for his affections.
Shivering from fear Les could only stand and watch as what was his self become that creature which this horny buck goat would like to be humping. His male parts on the floor as dead meat, he could only stand and moan seeing the growth of a goaty udder.
As fingers touched this new and highly sensual part of his being he watched with tears flowing as legs reshaped into hoary and goatish shapes.
Coarse hairs sprouting like tough Florida grasses from his elongated feet, up legs, and thighs as they broadened and narrowed into muscles made to run for one's life. It was the realization of just how much he was becoming part of the animal world when sprouting like a stalk of corn came a tail jutting out his rump.
Les cried outloud with the most wretchid sound of one terrified from seeing what he was fade, and what he was to become make from his a new life.
Even Melody and Lysaila stopped their toying of each the other hearing this mornful sound of a male human dwindling into a nanny goat's self.
Tongue lengthening and mouth with head reshaping into that of a goat Les tried to plead with Alan for some sense of honor to be left him in this moment. Yet Alan being so infected and having drunk the she devil urine wine had slipped into the black pangs of sexual and bestial lust. He cared only for his own sense of sensual satisfaction and none of a care for another, like Les.
Drool dripping from Alan's goatish mouth proved well his only thought was to fuck this nanny goat into submission. His was the most basic mindset in being dominate over any female of his species. Before him was this strange creature who was fast changing its scent to something more inviting to Alan the goat.
As the changes surged up Les' torso covering his belly and back with hairy hide of a goat he lifted his changing arms upward as if to beg the Zionist God for mercy.
Lysaila laughed knowing of Les' last vestage of human senses. She felt his prayer ascending and the rejection it met upon coming to those pearly gates.
As his hairy limbs became forelegs, as hands became as fetlocks, as fingers fused together into cloven hooves the scream of Les' in that closet would have curdled anyone's tough personality.
Alan had then his preferred mate , a play thing for his bestial desires. As Les slipped from his last bit of human form the sensual sensation of being both female and a goat took over his mind and thoughts.
Now a lusty female goat poised her rump for the buck to mount and mate. She wanted to feel her hairy tough pussy spread wide and the delight of hot semen spewed inside her womb. Head down, all fours ready to hold his weight, hind legs spread to open wide her vagina to his advances, Les stood at the ready for having goaty sex.
The closet was small but made for Alan still a perfect place to keep his mate from escaping. As Les stood ready and willingly desired to be fucked, Alan became erect once more and with savage moves rammed his red hot shaft up a virgin hole.