A long nap and Jason awoke alone in the Foundation Hospital room. The other bed was for his brother Bret, but he was not there in the quarantined room.
Ringing for the Orderly Jason wondered where his brother had gone. In a minute the Orderly reported to the room with new of his very ill brother. "I'm sorry but Bret had a turn and was placed in another swing room. He must stay there till his temperment improves or he accepts what must be for him and you." said the Orderly.
Jason now didn't want to eat ice cream or play video games by himself. Yhe lull offered a time for reflection and he began to view his changed body much the same as Bret had done.
Jason looked at himself curled up on his bed. The daily growth of the wooly hair gave warmth and comfort but was not the normal for a human boy. His legs were far different than the ones he had walked upon just two months ago. Now they too were covered in the thick wool of hairs. His feet were longer and tappered different from what a human foot was normally. On the end of the foot grew aa two toes cloven hoof which he loved to pick at for hours.
Rolling to his back it was tough to look down and across his expanding chest. The barreling of his ribs and the thick wool on chest and belly simply blocked his vision.
A free hand, stiff as it was reached down to rub his large wooly balls and he too traced his sheath to a outlet on his belly. The very touch of the sheath's wool brought on a hard red penis. A far longer shaft grew out into the air than his small pecker of a month back.
As he stroked the shaft his moaning slowly became a Baaaing sound which seemed so right. Closing his eyes he continued till a slug of thick semen shot out onto his bed and cum covered the stiff fingers.
Each time during that day and the days to follow Jason's head made changes which he found disturbing. His face now was covering with short curly hair, as his ears grew longer and floppy. An ache in his forehead sprouted a pair of large curving ram's horns which soon circled his ears.
Teeth pushed forward as lips thickened and lost the ability to form words. A tongue which aided in pronounced words fell lax and only moved food to waiting molder teeth and kept his fuzzy lips moist.
As the week ended Jason was moved to a stall in a pine wooden barn. The smells of animals filled the air as the many scents began to work their ways into the smaller mind.
Time was now a thing which had no matter or reason to consider. A day was when it was light and time to sleep when the dark covered his stall. Jason became quickly accustomed to this way of life and seeing a round faced man who petted him so lovingly he was allowed to join companions in the green pasture.