"Is anybody here, calls a fifty year old man!"
Looking about the exibit John Delano peers around and wonders if this was all that bright.
"Come my hearty friend, come see and enjoy, called Circea!"
"Hi, I'm John Delano and am I in the exibit of the Sisters of Circe?"
"Yes dear sir you have found us at last. Come sit here and tell me your fondest most sexual wish."
"Oh I longed to meet a sister of the great goddess Circe. I...."
"You have many questions about her power over men and wonder if she changed men for real into animals, right, asked Circea?"
"Ahh yes, but I feel foolish even to suggest such that is impossible. I mean no human could have such true power! Even if some where true how could this have been hidden from mankind for so so long?"
"Mammie, come and escort this man... to visit mister Chapel, then bring him back to my room. Please go with Mammie and many of your questions will be answered, said Circea."
Mammie reached a friendly hand for John to hold and the two walked out of Circea's view.
"I have questions for her but where are you leading me, asked John."
"Fear not yet my mistress only wishes for you to understand her great power." The two walk out the rear of the white marble exibit and into the rear of a old western American barn. The sounds of many animals are near as Mammie walks John close to a muddy sty.
"John please meet mister Kenneth Chapel!" At the sound of his human name Ken turns his head and squeals a hello. Ken very busy with his eleven inch boar's cock burried into a sow's cunt continued to hump away.
John's eye's grow wide as he stares at the black boar mounted over a fat sow. "That boar is Kenneth Chapel, John asks as he points toward a busy boar."
"Oh yes that's him alright, and he's so enjoying his fantasy of being a sexy boar don't you think, said Mammie!"
John stepped down to a path between the several sty pens. Walking closer he continued to watch Ken and his sow. "Ken is that you, asked John in a soft quivering voice?"
The huge boar lifted his face and shook a big YES back at John.
"Did you really want to be like this? I can't believe that any human would want to give up all and be a beast in a sty, why?"
Ken squealed and oinked but made no human sense to the disturbed John. Walking back to the wooden deck he looked at Mammie, "I can't believe this, it's not true!"
"Why not, asked Mammie?"
"If people knew, this place would be raided and Circea sent to prison. This is wrong...."
"Dear man if one is made to be an animal he or she knows where and what they are, but once a person becomes the beast instincts wipe away most desires to be human. Think they lay around in the sun and eat whenever the need moves them. They play together, some are a little ruff but most of the time all is in fun. Best yet as the need for mating comes over the females all males are granted the chance to mate. As you see Ken Chapel enjoys sex as a boar. Bristles stroke her's and the sensual lust run wild, who's to stop it, nobody!"
"You mean that they ask to be like this...."
"Some beg for it and others smile when it is offered. A few scream for a week or more till the instincts take hold, then they become so much a animal that we sell them for their normal use. Horses, mules, donkeys, bulls, cows, pigs, zoo animals whatever they all get sold sooner or later. Once a beast, always the beast, says my Mistress!"
John turned to walk back to the exibit when the scream of a girl rung out from inside the main barn. John ran toward the screaming girl as Mammie yelled for him to stop.
John burst threw a wooden door and came to a stop laying in front of a pretty girl. As she looked down John looked up, "Oh My God, he exclaimed!"
Pretty yes she stood before him all woman from the waist up. The waist down was very much that of a nanny goat. Her two teated udder hung so close to John's face he thought for a moment to reach and suckle.
"Don't touch it John, yelled Mammie!"
John turned his head to look at Mammie, then he turned back to look at the furry dark skinned sack. As he turned the young goat girl stepped ever closer.
As John went to say a thought his mouth was filled with a warm furry teat. The instant it touched he clamped down on it and the milk squirted into his mouth. The girl looked down with a smile and said, "My your brash!"
As then Mammie said, "No he's stupid!"
John cared not of either opinion he just sucked down the sweet rich milk.
"John as you suck you will change and by tomorrow the two of you will be ready for shipping to mister Ransom's Colorado sheep and goat farm."