Jeff thought that this program had delightful thrills. He wanted to try it again and set up the same program but as he went to type in the duration the phone rang.
Grumbling Jeff slammed down the phone at a phone company sales pitch. He was so upset that the caller had interrupted his line of thought; he tossed the phone back at the holder, it bounced off, falling then on the computer keyboard.
Quickly Jeff picked up the phone receiver to see what it had touched if anything vital. A short scan of the monitor screen showed to his horror and dismay that the duration had changed from minute to days. Worse yet he saw that the enter key had depressed down and the computer whirled away making ready to change Jeff.
The duration mode was set to 60 minutes but now was programed to days instead. "Two whole months, but as what?" he grumbled. Jeff noticed the room getting very warm as he began to remove his shirt. Pants, socks, shoes, he soon was naked sitting at the computer. A definite itching feeling had begun as he scratched and read the settings once more.
Species: Shuffle Mode, Capra
Duration: 60 Days
Sympathetic Auto return setting
Coloration: Dark chocolate brown
Gender: Male
Sub-class; Mentally: Unchanged
"What!" screamed Jeff as he suddenly felt his chest begin to rise, bulging of strong muscle. A wild feeling of sensual panic spread over him, breathing came faster, his maleness seemed ready to bust.
Standing up Jeff held onto the desk and stretched his changing legs out straight. As his tail wiggled into place he felt the sexual pleasures known best by male goats, mature buck in the call to rut. His thoughts pondered the how he would think and understand, his mental human knowledge remaining intact but driven harshly by wild and sexual instincts.
His chest and pecks puckered out hard and tight as he quivered all over.
Eyes squinted tight shut, he held on as his body conformed accordingly to the green emitter rays pouring over him. Slowly Jeff opened his eyes to then stand up, feeling ever so much more a powerful creature, he felt the building need to find and have a mate!
Moving very cautiously he held onto furniture walking with high stepping movement down the hallway to the bathroom. It was when he clicked on the light and starred at the reflection Jeff got an eye full.
Turning slowly he looked down the length of this very sex lusting goatish body. As one still changing hand stroked the muscular body he then knew as his, other hand graced down the furry flanks to fondle his curly hair covered balls and a snug feeling sheath.
A shiver of pure pleasure made his tail wiggle feeling the quivering tingle in those much bigger bestial size goat balls.
"Wow!" Jeff exclaimed about his newest self. Then a panicked look into the mirror as he thought to speak and exclaim his thrill; only to hear a disappointing cry as if a goat bleating in alarm to what it saw!
Dropping to then walk on all fours, doing it properly like the goat he rapidly seemed was the new him, he returned to his bedroom. Jeff felt an aroused sort of thrill over this most sensual changes; he failed to take notice of the throw rug near the foot-end of his bed.
"Oops!" Jeff would have yelled but his goatish voice got in the way, he bleated loudly. As his cloven hoofs got twisted in the ruffled edge of the rug, he fell face forward, slamming his head into the bed-board and suddenly, all that was of light, winked then into blackness.
The soft touch of nervous fingers tossing through the thickened curls of goat wool covering his torso, Jeff jerked awake, alert, and recognized his sister there petting what she saw only as a brown buck of a big goat.
"Where in the wide world did Jeff get you, and why is he not here to take care of such a big buck of a goat? Jeff? Jeff, where the heck are you, get into your bedroom now and explain why there is a goat in here, Jeff!" His sister called, but nobody was there that could answer, or at the least nobody human yet and able to speak of what became of Jeff.
The belt of a nearby bathrobe did the trick to loop around the goat neck and tie it snuggly to the bedpost, less it might run through the house in a panic and cause a ton of damage.
A glancing look around the room she noted the video game, or so that is what she thought of what the screen had upon it. One dear sister took hold of the computer mouse and quickly shut the computer down, canceling out the program that might let Jeff return to being himself a good bit sooner.
As sister stomped off to her room, Jeff listened intently, he heard her call their mother at work, and she explaining of all she found. One upset mother and the true woman of that house ordered an upset daughter to call "Animal Control," and have them remove the goat to the local animal humane shelter.
This scared Jeff all the more, as soon he would be on his way into the real realm of being a male goat and given to living the lifestyle that it is to be as is a goat.
Straining to break free and make a run for his freedom, Jeff later heard the Humane Society truck pull into the driveway, the men getting out of their truck, and his dearest sister leading them to him, he going along as if forced like what they do with unwanted animals.
When he arrived there to the animal shelter, Jeff stood as one thrilled of wild passion, pleased to see what he had and would remain there for the next 60 days. In a pen he was one of three male goats there held for sale by the animal control department. He thought this as seemingly all fine and dandy, he liked eating greens, salads mostly, and the foliage available seemed to taste about the same.
Being a buck goat began to show Jeff new thrills!
Jeff had not more than a day to stand with his two other goatish new friends, before a local farm owner saw Jeff as a remarkable looking male goat, worthy for her to use him as a sire for her goat herd.
Another truck ride and soon Jeff pranced eagerly off the ramp and into a pen where he would stay until a big bell clanged, it called for the herd to return to their pens for the night. Jeff heard it in his excellently toned ears; but it was when the nanny goats came toward his opened pen, his eyes widened, and he felt his loins arouse in him that odd animalistic need to be at rut!
"Come girls and ladies, we have now a big boy who wants you as much as you want him!" Yelled then the woman who owned and managed that farm, she announcing to her herd of Jeff, he the new and only sire male buck goat there to keep all those female goats contented.