Whines and whimpering he could but stand and watch as what he was born, the human self, degraded from its excellence, becoming goat like, hoary, hairy, and with vile thoughts forcing his human mind to accept the lifestyle and body of being then a beast.
The worst of it hit him as he watched his dark blood red colored shaft emerge form the sheath, protruding hard and extremely stiffer than any erection he had known when being a man.
Pangs of thoughts turning him from thinking of love when his mind burned for a female. He thought then of a hairy rump, a tail, and the tightness only a nanny goat can offer to her buck.
Drooling with his new pangs of lust, he could again watch as hands and toes formed cloven hooves. His arms thinned and narrowed into his front pair of goaty legs.
A straining sensation came over him as he wanted to stretch and relieve the kinky sensation of a human body forced into the bestial manners of being as a goat.
Fast breathing, huffing our his exhales he had great lust for things sexual and would wish to mate with any female available, be it nanny goat or a silly minded woman.