Whether just from fear or an instinct to survive the meeting of her, there came the thought to run, as having then a chance to run away. That stiff erection then swaying right to left with the movement of the leg-thighs, it would slap at the thighs acting as a riders croup to drive on and run, run run!
Seeing her supposed farm worker slave running away as fast as his nimble legs could help him run, she stood there yelling at him, calling to him, telling him his running would do no good.
That sensed instinct to run and the exertion driven by fear of her and what she could or had done worked but did so against the hope pf escaping her owning me. Imagine me as running and wearing that fuzzy white skin tight weird costume. The sweaty skin, a heart working overtime, as the body felt a surge of never known before levels of energy, something said to me, "Stop you fool, you are doing her desires quicker than by staying and tending to assigned chores."
I must have ran a mile or more across fields and through two woods to jog up a steep hill, only to stop at the top to catch up with breathing, saw in the distance her farm. Weary then, I let my back bend and flopped down there on the grassy hilltop, giving a sigh of relief for having made my escape.
"Escape," as I sat there huffing to breathe, I took then a bodily inventory as of what on me felt or looked different.
My ability to run as I had, and that sprinting manner of jogging up the steep hill happened because my legs had changed. I had there then what is termed a "Jack-leg," or as the full hind legs, feet, hocks, and my toes having become as cloven hooves. Changed too was the costume, as the fuzziness had grown to become a thick, longer pelt of fur.
My pinkish-red penis protruded out what had become a belly-sheath, it seeking the light of day with but about two inches of its sixteen or so fuller length. The costume provided by that witch of a woman, had become as my skin. My human testicles had merged and erupted out, were then furry oblong shapes about the size of a shall potato, each.
As I sat there seeing what for me would if back home be as much a personal woe, a wish to relax, lay back, as lying then there on the grassy hill the scent of the grass was working though my mind. Why as I can only imagine that the changes about me urged me to snap off a blade of the grass there ans I put it into my mouth. The flavor of it reacted with my saliva and seemed very favorable, as losing all human considerations and my conscious thought, until sometime later, near dusk when I paused from foraging at the grasses.
A time to stop as think, to consider what had and was happening, I realized then I had grazed a wide circle of grass down to mere nubs. Seeing what I had done returned that scared and nauseated feeling. As looking around me I spied lying there in the grass were dozens of dark brown turds. Marble size turds, what would pop out the rump rear of a goat as every time it swallows down a mouthful.
"Naa...baa!" I pronounced, as oddly the tone sound of a bleating goat issued out my mouth, and not the exclaiming of a fear choice obscenities from what I knew was terribly real. Hours had passed, and after running, then grazing my bodily self had changed more to conform to making me a male goat. I eyed my by then shaggy fur covered torso, my thighs too, and felt the nervousness of a wiggling tail tickling the more tender place there at my goaty backside.
Tries at speaking aloud my fear and the wonderment of what I felt feeling so very free from all my human responsibilities, I wanted to rejoice, yell, but what came out were a rush of short bleating cries. Indeed, right then I began feeling I had become a goat.
Nervousness then made me begin walking, as I walked in circles, patting down the chewed grasses with then noticing my arms were fore legs, wrists were knees, and fingers grown, became as new joints and cloven hoofs. Realizing then I was walking on all fours, with four legs, tended to make me worry if my head had changed as well.
I stopped my walking, as with the right fore leg I lifted it and tucked my head low to let the leg and head stroke together, feeling the shape of what was my head. The fuller realization about my head came when the fore leg touched what were grown horns protruding out of my skull, standing up and curving back, the knowing of made me want to cry!