All of what had happened so quick conflicted his brain; it as had his whole self was as had become smaller, more condensed body wise.
Every bit of what was changing and had changed of him he felt a sense of glee. Feeling happy seemed odd, if as much wholly unholy, but as well seemed ever so righteous then and for his future. His preferred stance of standing with having four legs, and upon cloven hooves, the loss of his having then no hands seemed A-Okay!
His walking, he turning in circles reminded him of his pet dog acting as unsure, questioning of what to do; and he having similar thoughts as well.
"NAA...., baa," was his only mannered cry of wonderment he could voice aloud. His simplified cried tone told little as compared to what he'd then wished to hear himself convey aloud. As he again ogled his muzzle skyward, he looking toward the heavens above, wishing to connect, gain some heavenly directive of what next he should do. "Naa...," as he bleated, begging for guidance, but heard nary a comforting word of advice.
"Nobody in Heaven loves me now," he thought to himself!
He next took to playing then as if a devil's advocate; asking as he tried presenting a opposing viewpoint, even if he didn't personally agree with why he chose goat balls, or rather to encourage further his reasoning, a mental exploration of what he had become, a goat.
"Why this, what behooved me the thought to finding of enhanced sensuality, the delight by becoming part goat, and as now all a goat?
He felt an urge to violently shake his head, ears flopping, slapping across his eyes and muzzle. A sniff, and then another, a deeply inhaled sniff that accounted a sweet odor, what as well tended to stimulate his gaining his first arousal while being a goat. The urge bloomed, as did his by then having a Billy goat penis. "Mating season," he gained such a thought, as when he and other Billy goats realized a lusty urge. He suddenly knew what unique behaviors a Billy goat uses to attract and court does. The does and don'ts asserted to include scent markings done with urine, headbutting fights if necessary, and sometimes chasing does.
Soon too, he would make noises crude snorts sounds, and try flicks of the tongue to detect his selected doe's if readiness to mate. He was a Billy goat, and thought like one in rut, feeling his urge to urinate, pressed hard, pressuring his pissing to soaking his front legs and belly, as to release pheromones that signal the lusty desire and arouse of interest to does.
Why he knew but began to paw the ground, knowing how to nudge the doe with his shoulder, as run alongside her as she leads the way. He then a buck would curl his upper lip, raising his head high to detect better the flaunted pheromones from the doe's urine, indicating her readied urge to mate. As any doe in season will signal her interest by wagging her tail rapidly, and urinating frequently. He knew then when the doe found favor for him to mating, they as after their courtship, the buck would seek to mount his doe, often mating with her several times.
"NAA...," he bleated loudly, as a distance away he heard another bleating cry become a multiple number of tonal cries that beckoned him to come on a mad dash.
"Naa, baa...," he cried as took to running, while his fully erect goat's cock wagged violently with each valent stride. He was all goat, he a real Billy, and like a stud buck, healthy male goat, and his desire to mate was the prime reason for being alive.
Running, bleating as he ran, his balls ached from desire, he was willing to give up all he was for then the feelings of relishing crude animal manner of sexually mating. "Yes, yes, oh yes, here I come to let go my goat cum, as penetrate, thrust, as inject!" Or so he did mentally assert his lusty hope for a gain of the thrilling few minutes when mated.
The rush was a dire try, but a pasture fence became a boundary tough to get past, as through."Naa-baa," he cried, seeing just the opposite side of the fence stood dozens of doe goats!