When Kenny had his fill of grain he moved to the trough and slurped some water. He noticed from his reflection that his tongue was now more goat then man. The act of eating like a goat had wrought more changes. He backed away from the trough full of despair. It looks hopeless he thought. He didn't dream that eating would emcompass more changes. The thought left quickly as he realized he had to pee really bad. One look down at his new equipment made him realize that a toilet was out of the question. There was no way in hell he could get that thing to point into a toilet. He rambled about 10 yards from the food and leaned over onto his hands. His penis dropped out of the sheath and a stream of urine sprayed over the ground. The urine also got over his hands and arms as it splashed from the ground. He also dropped a goaty load of crap...that just seemed to happen without him even thinking about it. When finished...Kenny stumbled away and found himself in a patch of nice green grass close to the barn. He could almost smell all the cum he left there last night. He still couldn't believe that last night really happened. He lowered onto his hands again and munched some grass. The grass was soothing...almost like an after-dinner mint. After a few minutes...Kenny came to his senses and stood upright as best he could. He looked and saw that his arms...were becoming more goat-like the more he leaned over onto his hands. His fingers seemed even shorter and he had a hard time bending his elbow the proper way. Damn...I have to get the hell out of here. He started stumbling towards the horizon, over the pasture.
In the window of the house, John looked on with an amused smile. Kenny my boy...all hope is lost...you will soon be in my barn full time. He had to laugh as he considered Kenny's tormented state.
As Kenny stumbled away he came upon a scent which stopped him. It was a female goat...somewhere ahead of him. He stood still smelling the air, confused. As he sniffed and thought about what to do...his dick was one-step ahead of him. It creeped out of its hiding place and crept up his stomach. Kenny could feel its strength and power as it became harder then he could imagine a penis being. He fell onto his hands again and rolled to his back. He stroked his penis with his stubby fingers. He tried to collect his thoughts but the smell was overpowering. Kenny knew that fucking a goat would be the end but he had to relieve himself. He found it harder and harder for his hands to stroke the throbbing goat rod. He couldn't get his hands to bend properly to stroke it. However, he managed enough friction to send an explosion of cum across his body and across the field of grass. The cum looked like a mixture of goat and human semen. His body was in turmoil. Even his semen was fighting for survival. Kenny...exhausted...regained his composure and struggled to his feet. His arms were almost fully formed goat legs and his fingers were hardly recognizable. He turned away from the pasture and tried to get away. The smell was still there. And that damned dick was hard again. Kenny turned...and started towrds the smell. As he walked...his mind was in a struggle...turn around Kenny...turn around...go back. But the smell was overpowering...he continued. And then...just over a rise in the pasture...there she was...and she was gorgeous!