Getting to all fours I stood and then feeling desperate in a bound my fore legs hooked over the top rail of the pen fence. As I stretch my new form and looking to the rear, I ventured that I still was about six foot seven upright.
My body covered in a very thick curly hair or wool. My head is heavy on this long neck and I'm sure those horns make up a lot of the weight. Fore legs and splied clover hooves look neat and give strange sensations as I walk. The boney tail has filled out and I swish it in delight and if pestered by flies.
Holding on with just my hooves I look straight down. Yet I need to cock my head since eyes are more to the sides of the head. My OH My do I have big balls! Theu hang like rocks, but I've seen the semen they can throw. My sheath in well attached and as I peer down a remembered sexual feeling pushes the long red member out of it's furry cave.
In less than a minute the goat part of me is pelvic humping the air as my cock is out straight and demands satisfaction. Ahh Ahh Ahh I jerk my butt and feel the welcomed surge of seed shot out into the air and past the fence. I see it land a good six feet out in the isle. I sniff the air and can tell it's mine.
I remember Catherine on occasion, but as fast as I see her face the lust for a goat's rump blots it out. Each day they bring me nannies' and more. Some by smell are the same as before. Yet with each I look toward a new destiny as a well Bucked Goat.