Wesley smiled at the detective, and gave him an eyeing that caused the policeman to freeze, horrified at what might happen next.
"Sarah was a problem and you know too much for your own good as well! I am of the opinion that Myron would like it to have some company, misery loves company you know, and his misery shall be yours too!" Wesley chided the man, coming close to the policeman and putting to his lips a small vial of something green and smelling putrid.
Stunned at the prospect of joining Myron in his own small portion of Hell, the detective staggered his steps back into the apartment.
Myron was still finalizing his change of species when the detective began to fully understand his own doom.
"You doomed me," spoke the detective, his lips thickening and jaw feeling odd.
Wesley used a stick with a nail pointed through the end, taunting and making his subjects move to where he could confine them and they in turn would think only of their situation, unable to escape.
"Manning, my name is Paul Manning, I I, I, am a detective, a detective, I I, am I, I..." Paul Manning spoke, trying to think and remember of who he was, and what he did to make a living, but it was beginning to fade.
Fading of memories was the quickest way to change a subject, once they lost any and all conscience remembrance of themselves, they swing toward wanting to be as an animal, lusting and losing their link with morality.
Thrashing like someone mad with anger, Paul tore at his clothing, the stuff felt confining, and a true animal loves their total sense of freedom.
Soon, a naked crouching figure of one hairy thing sat eying Myron, drool dripping from his chin as Paul thought then of things bestial.
Myron was of himself finding his ole goat body to have some interesting sensations, enough so as to warrant him to wish he was never to return to being human.
Paul suddenly made a leap for Myron, grabbing the big black goat, and with his growing erection, Paul tried to hump Myron in buck goat manner.
As scramble of fear and lusty desire consumed both men as Myron finished his changes, and Paul discovered being a buck goat feeling the passions of rut had its charms.
Shaking a head halfway changed to resemble that of a goat, Paul stood laying humped over Myron's backside, he gave a moan, as the realization of his sex act struck a memory cord.
"You can feel it now Paul, you lust has made you weaken and accept the thought of liking the idea of being a goat. What was your strength is now as putty in my hands, as your body shall turn upon itself, devouring what was you, and leaving only that which is a beast. See how your legs work differently, you have cloven hoofs instead of feet, and hocks are now as were your heels.
See too, your maleness is much changed, and the shaft you had as a man in now hot and red, Olly and slimy, pointed and uncircumcised, a reminder that no beast can ever enter the gates of heaven, you being an animal are now damned!" Wesley smiling at Paul spoke his mind, telling the truth of what would be forever burned into the degraded brain of another changeling.
Paul tried hard to speak, wanting to curse Wesley for having made of him a lusting and vile minded beast. Yet try as he might, he could not stop the magic from consuming him, he was, and felt the building desire to be as a male goat, wanting to be in rut, and longing for the wild and weird sensation when he would begin mating nanny goats, for real!