Charlie being mostly like in form to a big buck goat, he sat on his flat butt and offered a disturbed looking Terry the best a smile a goat face could offer.
"Who or what are you?" Terry looking at Charlie did ask, as he had a wonder about the teat suckling and male to male orgy he had just finished.
"Who..., my name was Charlie, as what, I was a prisoner taken here and forced to find a life with the goats and POOF, after a couple of years I evolved into what I am!" Charlie said, his mouthing of words being slurred by goat lips, a muzzle mouth, long goaty tongue, and his passionate urges what kept in a half aroused state by day and night.
"Will I look in time then like you, me becoming a goat too?" Terry said, as with a whimpering of fear by what he saw as wished someday to return home and try to forget prison and the treatments of brutality.
"You might look like me, or become as much a ram, sheep or goat, it is the fur that keeps the cold winds away, and the suckling of milk and semen what brings on the changing. Myself, I am satisfied better here than when a transient vagabond of a kid wandering half starved, anywhere along the roads and highways.
I have here a harem of doe goats and they love me for my gentle manners when mounted, thrusting, and fondling their udders. The male goats really do not understand the basic difference between male and female, as they like to breed but do not own a care whether by mouth, anus, or a vagina. Not that goat bucks are inherently gay, they are ignorant and misplaced scents tend to make them follow preset urges and things happen.
You can wait until the fall winds blow a nasty chill or get started suckling of sheep or goats to grow body fur. The sexual rituals and learning to sixty-nine of rams or bucks directly after ingesting of milk tends to begin the more physical changing. I suspect my changes and any you gain are as much something irreversible, as permanent, unless you stay and continue to change until becoming a herd ram or sire buck.
Fear me not as I like company, and someone to talk with who can answer me in other than a baa or bleat." Charlie said as to explain for Terry what he need accept as to remain alive in a brutal climate.
Terry spat out a curd of yellow semen stuck to his back tooth where Charlie ejaculating it, his spewing put many more, most of which Terry swallowed. "I liked the goat milk and sheep milk too, but the chaser, your semen has an acrid acidic flavor, not salty like those cocks in prison."
"Give it time and your opinions tend to change as the body changes, but beware, there is a pattern to guide change, and not following the regimen, can cause worse to happen. I shall be your guide, as together being friends and lovers what requires changing to live here, can be a happy fun thing, so come along!"