It's been two years I think, if rated by seasons and birthing. I've been a mother nanny for three goatish kids. The goat that I am is slowly making me over to all goat. My thoughts come only in great consintration. I have sex with buck goats almost daily, even daddy comes for his weekly romp.
I long for death, it comes on now and again. I live as this beast, graze, chew cuds, get milked and have sex, sex, sex. The only comfort is that in my goatish mind fear seems to be replaced by insationable lust for coupling.
The weather has a touch of cold in it and winter must be near. A truck came to our happy stud farm and I plus many other changlings were loaded aboard for a ride to our fate.
A day and a night in that hell of a truck. I was mounted every ten minutes by on buck after another. As we are unloaded I see many steel railed pens, a lavish white stone building and many people walking around in white coats.
More days go by as I am assulted by buck goats nerviously expecting to be killed or neutered. My firm hope is that the big black monster goat gets his cock shortened.
I am moved to a small pen inside the cool dry building. Probed and injected with who knows what I begin to feel more control of my thoughts.
"Good morning Nanny 102, today we will effect your mental ability. If any hope we could have your human mind back and in full control."
Her words seem to please me even though I don't understand all their meanings.
Taken from my pen I was walked to a steel table. Barely able to stand on cloven hooves due to the slippery steel. I am injected with a needle and then an I.V. As I stand looking through yellow square pupils things around the room take meaning. Chairs, tables, Doctors, Nurses, lab equipment. I remember so much know, I begin to bleat and wiggle all over.