Joan lay on her right side, breathing in deep gulps of air. Her short orgy with becky had brought her near to exhaustion. As her womanly self it was her pleasure to recieve Frank's attentions. She had a realization how much exsertion Frank had put into his love making.
As she looked over to her foolishly sex minded goaty daughter the front door opened.
"Yeb, Hoo Yeb, as Joan tried through her gaot lips to force the words." Indeed it was Jeb Flycatcher, his face showed a feeling of concern for his friends.
"Joan, Becky, it seems I'm on time for your final transformation. It's good I came early, if later you might have roamed off together and the Hell knows what would have become of you then?"
Jeb carried his veterinary bag and set it down next to Joan. Opening it he took out two small glass jars. "Joan while your thoughts are clear I want to offer a betterment in goat behaviour. This jar has a liquid from Henry Wifflephaffer the Park Apothecary. If you drink this potion he has prepared all memories of being human will be gone. What will remain is a male buck goat with animal instincts. This other jar is also available. Drinking this will retain all human memories, wipe out all animal instincts and increase the sex drives to monstrous levels. Basically the second one lets you know your pleasure, while it gives you desire or lust for doing sex day and night. Your choice dear, and I have enough for Becky. I can give it to Frank, but he's been a goat so long it might just make him sex wild and go crazy!"
Becky moaned away rubbing her slit with one hand and reaching to rub Jebs zipper with the other.
Joan worked hear head back and fourth first at Jeb and then at Becky. After several minutes she felt the way was clear. "Yeb Yiff Yuff Yun yooo Yefffe, Yee Yoof!"
Jeb scowled as he tried to understand her slured speech. "Give one to Becky, and you want jar two, right?"
Joan shook her head a yes and Jeb smiled. "I agree, Becky is so horny with sex drive now she could only exsist as a plain goat!"
Jeb poured the first drink and offered it to Becky as she slinked on the floor. Becky hearing the conversation took the glass in her hand. "Jeb, Mr. Jeb if I drink this I lose all memory?"
"Yes Becky the plain horny goat you were for two years before is what you shall become again. You might know Joan, Sarah, or Frank and even me but all you will have is a feeling of companionship."
Becky smiled as best her changing lips and face allowed. "Jeb I'll drink this only after you have sex with me!"
Jeb looked right at her and said, "No dearie I won't, because if I did the pheromone potions in your body would infect me and I personally have no desire to be a goat!"
Becky put the liquid down and sat on her fury rump a bean to pout. Jeb turned to Joan and offered her the second jar's contents. Joan opened her mouth as Jeb trickled the juice in for her to swallow.
As the total contents of the jar was swallowed Joan began to shake her head. Jeb watched and gave comfort as he knew it would take effect quite soon.
Joan picked herself off the floor. The change to goat had been accomplished as she now stood every bit a mature male buck goat. As the potion swirled inside her guts the new sex drives began to give their urges. Joan bleated a few times, shaking her head as IQ and memories flowed back in her brain.
A funny grin and she approached Becky her gaot cock moving out of it's furry home. Joan snuffed at Becky's furry groin. Licked her growing udder and sent Becky in wild sex minded thrills.
Becky jumped up and whirled her red furry ass into Joan's fuzzy face. Jeb stood back as a male goat mounted the almost changed girl. The new male acted as the brute he was. In a second the mark was found and he dry as a cork rammed in the long red member.
Becky screamed half human and half bleating as her pussy was attached by her new lover.
Jeb walked off and collected what money, jewelry, and bank books he could find. "They won't be needing any money where their going he thought to himself." As he ransacked Joan's desk he could here the two goats bucking and straining at their mating.
Finally he had all the valuables as he walked back and found the two goats locked in fevered passion. "Come on Joan we must leave now, let her go!"