"Good Morning boys," said Mr. Hopper.
Giggles and laughter greeted Mr. Hopper as the boys were enveluped in games and more games.
"Good day Mr. Hopper, " said the orderly. "The two of them are so spoiled that they pay little in any attention to what's going on around. As you requested I have increased the levels of L-Argintine and Rice Bran Oil to 5000 units three times per day. The result was the daily need to have them shaved. Thw wool grows back five inches thick in twenty hours."
"Good add to the mixture 7000 units of Cervine D.N.A. Flux. Then if they notice the results have them put in seperate swing rooms till the process is complete." said Hopper with a smile.
It was Bret who began to think about his body while Jason snored in a deep sleep. The curly hair they so often joked about was in fact a kind of course sheep's wool. Kinky and curly it entwined itself into a thick covering each day. Peeling it back offered a thin look at his skin which was a dark brown of color.
Sitting was most uncomfortable as his thick tail hurt when he leaned to far back. Bret now sixteen was used to occasional sexual feelings of his stirring male desires. He fondled his testicles which had increased to baseball sized hung in a wooly sack.
The touch of the balls made his penis begin to move. As he traced it out of it's wool covered home the deep red shaft sprouted from the wool just below his navel area. As it moved out the shaft was oily to the touch and brought quick waves of pleasure.
Fingers were very stiff but continued to grasp things and Bret clenched his rod and stroking the shaft began wild passionate desires as he had never before felt. A feeling of movement in the balls' sack made a wild sensation of something straining to shot fro the wild rage filled rod stretched out in a arch in front of his chest.
Like a gun shooting a slug out flew chuncks of white cream and some thin sticky slime. Jumping about his bed he felt more and more shoot free giving him the desire to do it again and again.
The sexual romp tired Bret so he laid over on his right side. An ache in his head the past two days now became a serious pain. His stiff hand reached up to examine the one inch point of a pair of horns. If he had a thought of his body changing before he realised the final change to come.
"Orderly," Bret yelled as he knew his human exisitance was slipping away and the life of a ram might become his new self.
"Yes Bret, Oops, Oh Hell what's all over the floor!" yelled the man as he slipped on a pool of sheep semen.