Joan lay on her right side, breathing in deep gulps of air as her tail swayed from side to side. 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 As Joan heard the key being turned in the front door handle, she saw the temporarily sated Becky run into the basement.
Joan ran up to the top of the stairs, her still slippery goat cock dangling between her legs, she ran into the bedroom and started to cry at the acts she had just committed, with members of her own family no less. Just then, Jeb Flycatcher appeared in the doorway. Joan looked up at him, tears dripping off of her face. "Jeb, there's no way I can fight it. I don't want me, Becky, or Frank to be goats!" Jeb shook his head and gave a reassuring look. "Joan, Joan. I told you to read that warning invoice that I included with Frank and Becky's release. I'm afraid for them, unfortunately, it's too late." Jeb walked over to the window, guided Joan to witness this fact firsthand, where Becky and Frank were enjoying another sexual romp in the backyard. "For them it's too late, because they don't realize they are doing anything wrong, and that only makes the mental changes come faster. And when the mental changes are accelarated, due to the feelings brought on during sexual intercourse, the physical changes come faster to accommodate those needs."
Frank put his hand on Joan's slightly furry shoulder and both sat down on the bed as he continued to explain. "There is one thing we can do that will save who you are, Nancy." Jeb pulled out his veterinary bag and set it down next to Joan. Opening it he took out one small glass jar. Joan while your thoughts are clear I want to offer a betterment in your goatish behaviour. This jar has a liquid from Henry Wifflephaffer the Park Apothecary. If you drink this potion he has prepared your memories, feelings, intelligence, and insticts of being human will remain, and your sexual drive will be somwhat calmed. Goatlike instincts will be minimal. What will remain are some aspects of your goatlike body, while have been spliced into your DNA and are irreversible." Joan heard this and started to lightly sob. "Your goatish penis will remain, except it will be decreased to 9 inches in length when flaccid, 12 inches when fully erect. Also, your goat's tail will remain. However, the fur on your body will be gone, your hooves will become as regular feet and hands, your ears and nose will return to normal, and your horns will disappear. Another thing at may remain is your attraction to females, which has too, unfortunately, become part of your DNA patterns. If you can fight off feelings of arousal, and avoid any sexual relations for a period of two years, you will be completely human again." Jeb explained.
While this isn't exactly a "miracle cure", Joan knew that she was going to have to pay for her mistakes somehow, and she wouldn't get an offer better than this. At least with this she could return to some semblence of normal life. Jeb interupted her thoughts. "One last thing Joan-- this formula has never been tested before. Meaning that, it may come with some slight, and some adverse side effects. Nothing goatlike, only human side effects like accelerated hair and nail growth, etc. Since human DNA manipulators have been added to this formula, they will counter most of your goatish appearance. If you take this now, you should be able to return to work tommorow morning. Oh yeah, and don't worry about Frank and Becky tempting you-- I've brought my truck and I will take them back to Pleasure Island Farms with me."
Joan had made up her mind. "Okay, Jeb. I will take your potion, no questions asked. Any life is better than one like this... being this.. sex-driven monster!" she said, still lightly sobbing. "Alright then Joan, it's about 10:30 pm now. Take this potion, and then go to sleep. The changes I've just explained will be completed by the time you wake up." said Jeb. "Thank you, thank you, Jeb. How can I ever repay you!" she said, sounding grateful. "Joan, you already have-- you've supplied me with two lovely specimens that the research staff at Pleasure Island Farms will love to have with us. You can be assured that they will be treated very nicely." reassured Jeb. Joan sounded happy at this, realizing there was no way that Frank or Becky could continue to function in the human world. "Okay Jeb, you may take Becky and Frank. Please take good care of them, and I'll drop by and visit when I am on my way to a full recovery, and am better able to fight any temptation." Jeb smiled, and shook Joan's hand, leaving the jar of liquid on the bed.
Jeb walked downstairs and Joan watched out the living room window as he walked out of the house, and two men who had been waiting patiently in the truck wearing "Pleasure Island Farms" uniforms armed with cattle prods took a lasso and captured Frank, and walked him around the house and up into the cargo area of their truck. Becky put up a bit more of a fight, and so what of the men stuck the cattle prod into her stomach as she was knocked out, and they carried her into the back of the truck, as they sped off.
Joan was alone now, and went up to the bedroom and took the jar of liquid and unscrewed the cap. Without a moment's hesitation, she drank the sweet, thick liquid until the jar was empty. She then laid down on the bed, and fell asleep.