Stammering, I could but watch as the wife fell backwards. I saw it happening before us, a big buck goat began mounting, and then mating, one large and mature looking nanny goat. It was at that split second my dear wife fell over backwards, she passing into the buck goat with her lower half. She kinked her head to become in blended contact with the rear of the nanny goat when our grip on each other parted.
As if feeling my wife pass through his body and into the scene for that split second. the billy buck goat jerked backwards, yanking his shaft out of the nanny.
This made the big nanny turn to see why her delight had ceased and felt maybe then the wife's head and shoulders passing through her nanny rump.
In all this I remained wearing the specticles, they keeping me safe from an infection that would again change my wife in body, and soon after, her mind would blend into that of being bestial.
Turning around I retreated to the spot where standing, I had donned the specticles and could again return to my proper time and life.
I sighed, yet horrified that the wife was still outside, left to her doom, and might at anytime wander back home, but as God' knows what?
My heart breaking and in as much wishing I had never seen those acursed specticles.
When an hour later the back door opened and the voice of my dear wife called to me for help, I found myself plunged into another situation.
This situation would be near impossible to explain to the authorities.
There standing in tattered shreads of her clothing, stood my wife; well some of her was my wife!
Filthy, mud chunks caught clinging to her shaggy belly hairs, she stood a wierd mixture of wife, woman, and both the mature nanny goat and some of a hearty male goat as well.
Her face though quite goat like had enough human characteristics to grant the ability to show a terrified expression. She had an upturned pair of lips showing true goat teeth in a sort of sadistic grin.
Meanwhile, she would shake her head voilently side to side, flopping her big furry ears, and seemingly laughing at the sensation.
My memory of that mature nanny goat was still ever present in my mind, and the hair that grew upon the wife's face resembled those of that nanny's big butt.
A rusty brown color of shaggy hair adorned the wife's goatish head, face, and then blended into the billy goat's color of black and gray hair that coated the rest of the wife's changed body.
The color transition only made her appear more sensual to me, my memory still quite vivid with the passions of being both a satyr and becoming a male goat.
I stood there becoming erect, and finding some perverted sort of longing desire to join the wife and become as one of her herd.
As I was explaining, she stood there before me, but retaining her womanly shape in a torso. Her womanly chest was devoid of breasts and had become simular to a well muscled goat's. Yet she had a slendering that remined me of her younger days, back when we got married, she had one wild figure of a woman!
Although her waist resembled the general shape of a slender woman she had jutting out just below her navel area, a male goat's sheath.
Seeing her sheath I panned my view of her down to see swaying a pair of testicles, quite generous in size and no dought, producing vast quanities of semen. They reminded me of Lemons in size but looking at them they told my wife was mostly then a male goat.
Her trying to speak was muddled by goat lips and a long and black goatish tongue. Try as she did, the best she could muster were a bleating scream, and some throaty forced calls that sounded vaguely like my name.
She held out and forward her once arms that were then forelegs and cloven hooves of those previously part of a nanny goat.
Taking stiff legged steps, the wife tried hard to keep her upright balance and as if wishing also to come and give me a loving hug.
My past experience with satyr women and goats since in general told me I had best keep a safe distance.
Pleading to touch and hug her husband, my goat like wife stepped after her retreating husband. Around the kitchen table I led her, and back outside into the bright morning's sunshine.
No sooned did she get into the sun's mighty rays, than she fell forward to stand naturally as would a goat, she then on all fours.
The brightness seemed to boggle her thoughts, forgetting her desire to be in my arms and showing her love, she took to grazing mindlessly.
Talking and urging the wife to enter the fenced backyard area, I shut her in and went straightway for the specticles, my mind filled with questions.