Becky walked off to the office to give the storekeeper all the facts about myself. After some time Becky asked to see me, I was told!
She was told that I had resigned from human exsistance and decided to become a Island Park breeder goat. I know Becky was a little dense and sometimes gulable, yet in this case she told the woman, "NOWAY!"
I'm sure had she agreed and left, she might not have met a changed fate on Pleasure Island Park.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but she has left the building and I assure you she was not human in form as she left. Come I will show you the video tape of her transformation, I think she looks very sexy as a goat."
Becky, I'm sure stood in absolute horror, I know I did and it was me that walked out as the goat.
Again I was told that she had a fit and the ladies' Satyr husband came in and saddated Becky with an injection. Becky was removed to a box stall in the rear of that building. When she awoke, she was naked though she found herself painted with a thick black cream.
As best she could, she tried to stand up stright. This she found to be impossible. As she looked at her aching feet, the personal terror took hold on her as it did on me. Standing and holding to the box stall top rail she saw broad thighs and short legs, long feet and cloven hooves. Straining to stay upright and spreading her stance it was apparent her body was quickly reforming into a sow.
As she wobbled upright the storekeeper's Satyr husband came to watch.
"Dear you would be more comfortable as you change by lying on the straw and let it happen."
"You damn fucking monster, I don't want to be a pig. I am human and...."
Reaching over her poured a liquid over her head. This caused a burning in her eyes and she fell into the hay screaming.
"I' might be damned by God, I once thought this form made me a monster, and fucking I do with pride, but if you suckle my cock I'll have you be something more appropiate, said the Satyr."
Becky's mind was becoming rather pig like but she could reason and anything was better than a sow. She scrabbled up as best a half sow can and opened her mouth even with his sheath.
The Satyr I'm sure grinned and as Becky's partial fingers touched his sheath he errected a red hot rod into her mouth.
The flavor I'm told was oily, salty, and slight of chloraphil, like green grass taste. As her mouth closed around it she sucked in hope of deliverance from swinehoed. Wraping her tongue around the oily shaft and he plunged into her throat the great length of satyr size penis. This orgy continued for over and hour with the satyr shoting his load three times into the hoping creature.
"I must say dear your passion is wilder and more lusty than any I've enjoyed in years. I decide that a sow need not be so passionate, but a female donkey should be, therefore my wife told me to come down here and pour that potion over you to arange the change to a jenny donkey. Oh by the way, I loved every minute in your mouth."
Becky was disgusted that she needed not defame herself by suckling, yet now she looked as deep brown coarse hair bloomed everywhere and the donkey life was on its way.
Hours went by as she changed more and more. Then late the next day she was harnessed with three jacks to a garbage wagon for work in the park. I'm told that she as I have full human memories of our past life. I know my family if I saw one, and I did, my brother went to the 'Hall of Jackasses' he never came out again.