Sprouting forest of hair began to cause both friends to scratch and itch. The shot lived desire to feel their shafts buried deep ceased, as the thickening shaggy hairs caused the skin to itch and made them rake changing fingers through their new fur.
Matt began to whine, his cries sounding like some poor male goat in a fit of panic and twixt by thoughts of horror.
Jason turned to Matt, and would have spoke to him, telling him to buck up and be a man; but even as he could only bleat out his deformed words, he thought how they would soon both be bucks.
Both stood raking the itchy growing fur as their dark red goaty long shafts arched upward, seemingly conforming to the way they would soon stand and need to mate. The goat like sheaths were forming, as testicles swelled and hung low between changing legs.
Matt pushed out of his throat a grunting groan as if his mind had suddenly found what they were to become as quite acceptable. He worked his lengthening shaft with stiffening fingers and fingernails now dark and black, looking more like the sharp talons of some great bird.
Ideas and learned attitudes were beginning to feel the onslaught of their change. Jason began to stare at Matt, unable to take his own eyes off the long and deeply red colored shaft that to him seemed longer than his.
The thought of Matt being a better sire than might Jay, Jason grabbed his friend and a scuffle began, one male changing goat would win the right to mate with the herd.