Brother Kevin was released from the hospital and once home was brought up to date on what his golden specticles had helped to make happen. His anger was directed at me and for a time we had a parting of the ways. Yet I was then in possesion of the specticles and began as he had done to put them to work gaining me wealth.
I was amazed how easy it was to dupe the system and buy, sell, and bank my quick gains. The more I used the specticles, the more I felt a facination about them and the power it wheeled. My other facination was to writing stories on those internet web pages that would allow people like me to express their wild ideas.
The recent and disturbing situation of Kevin's daughter Cindy was one facination to which I was thrilled to have played a part. What she had fallen into, and from that had become and continued to mutate into, made my facination run wild.
Time after time and for long hours at a time I stood with the specticles on, and asking the spirit which controlled them of other situations where people ended up as other than what they were born.
It would seem that what I was fasinated with happened quite often to those who search eight past or future events. Those who were engulfed into the past and also inside the body of some animal made up the bulk number to which I wanted to know and see more.
My asking the wondering amount of questions was met with one thing which forbade me to see what happened to those who were say, engulfed into a different form. I was told that one needed to be standing in their exact spot and then and only then could one see the situation as it played out.
So foolishly I went to the changing room pool house at Connie's, she being the one Cindy raped. I put the glasses on and asked to be a witness to the rape of that nice young girl.
My vision of the act was to say the least startling, and as I became enthoused in the sexual action played out before me, I had a reaction which caused me some concern. Standing there looking in the dim light I watched as some shaggy brown and white haired goat creature grabbed, and forced its cock into the vagina of that nice young lady. The two fought one for to dominate, the other to be free. It was with the inserting of that goat's cock that the scrambling ceased and a mutual passion for pleasure brought both to enjoy it.
Once then two times more Cindy being more male goat that human had Connie as she would in a tight embrase. I watched poor Connie, her will to being pleasured by an animal form, she was overcome with some sort of wierd passion. The second time she helped guide the red goat shaft to its mark and with third time she was working it for her best pleasure.
Seeing Cindy escape the room, and Connie being discover by a guest there for swimming, I watched as she was taken from the room by ambulance. My moving about the back of the house again caught Connie resting after her ordeal. I was able to watch her itch and scratch as the infection of Cindy the goat was making actual changes to someone in my time and place.
Looking back over the space of time for the previous week I watched with my own facinations. Connie after only four days from the time of her encounter with Cindy had become quite hairy on her legs, feet, and buttocks. I was witness of her relaxing behind her parents home by day as she loved to sun herself in the nude. This view of her was most facinating as I was able to see what else mutated that otherwise were under those sex clothes she constantly wore.
As it was almost seven days from her encounter with Cindy, Connie was finding her spreading goat like hairs to be a thing of sensual pleasure. She brushed her hairy legs, thighs, and rump for hours on end and delighted as she saw her sprouting goat's tail. The thick shaggy hairs grew up the back and along her spine to the base of her neck. She began to wear loose fitting clothing then and covered her changes well.
I was about done with seeing into the recent past when as I walked from the deck and into the gardens there was Connie. It was maybe a day or two before I was there and she sat groaning and feling of her legs.
My trained eye saw her dilema, both feet had sprouted growing longer like those seen on a gaot. Her toes were changed and now had become black shiny cloven hooves. Her thighs although tightly stuffed into some girly type of jeans suggested a broadening thigh like those of an animal.
I could see her but as the glasses offered sight ability they had no basis for sound or listening to what was playing out before me.
Connie seemd as one might expect to be quite upset but for as mch she stroked her changing leg I got the idea she was liking her mutations. She removed her tight fitting jeans and layed them out and folded them nicely. She petted them as if they were alive and something of affection for her. At last the realization struck me that Connie understood her days of wearing sexy nice clothing was fast coming to an end.
Facination works from many different ways for those in the ways of change. It was Connie who loved her change from girl to saytr form and was even enjoying the thought of becoming a Nanny goat in complete form. Her lovely tapered breasts were filled in by those muscles need to run on all fours. I watched as she too was thrilled with sensual facination as she grew her udder and the three teats of a nanny goat.
I back tracked myself to the pool changing room and removed the glasses so as to return home. As I took them off and poked the specticles into my suit coat pocket I felt a presence there with me.