"Hey," Norman cried out, he seeing his humanity returning, if but not quite how and as much as what he expected, wanted, and then eyed.
Goat fur remained in varied places, leaving Norman to grumble. He stood nakedly before Jeb and Henry, all as males and having seen much of both sexes. Yet of what Norman had asked, and what he saw, his thrill for returning to be again human became a quick disappointment.
Gazing down at his torso, the goat wool began a thick covering near his navel, showing of his goat buck sheath and two Kiwi fruit size of testicles, hung in a loose furry sack between legs, feet, and hind cloven hooves of a very stout looking male goat.
"What is this," Norman chided, he wanted to be all the human he was so long ago.
Jeb looked to Henry and he back to his partner, "It is what it is, and this is as close to being human as we can make of you. I think it was the twenty years as a buck goat that made your reverting back to being human a near impossible task.
Consider your part human, you could live in a human society, cautious to where a hat and loose fitting pants, otherwise, facially and of torso, neck and head you are now human." Jeb said, he almost saying his little sermon with a smirk, and finishing it with a muffled chuckle.
Jeb the farmer type, then dug down in one of his pockets and produced before all a small glass bottle and his handkerchief.
Unscrewing the cap and pouring some of the contents upon the cotton cloth, the aroma slammed into the nostrils of Norman.
"Oh damn you, damn you, I know of that odor, you are trying to trick me, damn you! I, I..." Norman angered, he tried to speak out and say more but the wafting odor did melt his will, he feeling the urge building in his loins.
"Golly there Jeb, that stuff is so potent it makes me feel sick!" henry complaining, the scent that of a female feeling her time of estrus; it stirring Norman with instinctive desire for lust, mating, and becoming painfully erect in his maleness.
"Why," Norman asked, he near to pleading with Jeb, hating the smell of that pungent odor; knowing it had for years driven him sexually insane.
"henry was only fooling around with you, your returning to be human is but a quick fix but not a permanent one. The musk scent is potent, and it shows just how you would react if when walking the streets you happened to pass a woman having her monthly period.
Why look at you, your maleness stands a full form of a buck goat size erection. You are bent forward at the waist and if you checked, you would note your goat wool returning, sprouting, spreading, and soon it would cover you in a warm and beastly coating of fur.
You are drooling from the scent, your face is quickly returning to being that of a goat.
See, just a passing wave past of my handkerchief with the scent on it and the human Norman will soon be again our biggest and best stud buck of a goat!" Jeb said, speaking as it all returned, Norman loosing his respectable human self, and became then as the stud buck, lurid minded, male goat he had rather enjoyed for twenty long years.