Who could say what the thoughts of Professor Myron Fuller were as he drove out the farm driveway and headed North toward his home. He'd planned for a one day visit to the site as his Wifee had a dinner party set for Saturday night.
Now he was in deep shit trouble, not only did he not call about staying at the farm on Friday night but then to stay till mid morning on the following Monday. He knew the Wife was going to be more than a little nasty and he needed one hell of a good excuse.
The worst of his weekend was he'd been drawn into the Medallion's spell which had made for dozens of people a new life as goats on the Winter's Farm. As terrible as it sounded the good being done for society of sending Reform School kids to the farm, was for all concerned a learning experience.
Indeed he'd learned that a man of forty could be induced to join and relish the sexual blandishment of being in orgy. Little did He understand what feeling would be pressed upon his thoughts as his now wool covered thighs, groin, butt, and lower back and abdomen were fully changed to that of those other fully change to goats. Even a passing memory of his rich sexual pleasure with Miss Winter sprouted his new and red hot cock from it's hairy sheath.
Trying his best to keep both eyes on road, while doing his best at making up a believable story to tell Misses Fuller as it filled the last hour toward home.
"Fortune favor's the foolish!" some say as he'd almost though up nothing by the time he entered the garage. Misses Fuller was renown to never close a door and this time was no exception. Since her drive to church on Sunday she'd left the garage door open. The early morning snow had blown into the garage and made the floor a sheet of ice. As Myron stepped out of his red sports car his footing was not very good. Snow covered and slippery he stood up, but in the next split second he was down face first. In his fall from graceful exiting the garage his head struck some of his garden tools hung along the wall by his car. Harder yet his poor head bounced off the concrete floor granting him a large lump to his forehead and a number of cuts from his tools.
Myron laid there on the garage floor for a good long time till his brain waves began to run in normal flow.
As Myron walked in the back door he thought back to a movie from years ago about some kid with a Red Rider BB gun and his exploits. It seemed so very right!
"Where have you been I..........Oh My God....what happened?" asked the Wifee as Myron choked out his tale of a terrible fall out at the farm.
It worked as his dear Wife urged him to head for bed and began helping Myron undress and climb into bed to recover. Recover was what Myron had in mind but mostly to keep his new self under cover till some future time when he could come up with a good explanation, if there could be one?