"Simon NO!" screamed Wilma.
"Yes, I say the professor is wrong in making a wish that puts us all in jeprody of being animals again!" yelled an angered Simon. "Look just look at John there a colt draft horse and to spend his long and wonderful life as some fucking beast, I say NO!" grumbled Simon.
"Calm down Simon, remember the words of Obiewon! Anger leads to hate and hate to the dark side of the force, you want to end up as a fucking mountain goat?" chidded Wilma.
"Calm down, Oh God NO!" said the Professor as his mouth fell open once more.
Wild eyed with anger and hate Simon stood there looking at the Professor. All there even John watched as dark brown hair covered Simon from head to toes. Two ribbed black horns stretched curving back from the upper forehead as Simon stood with silva dripping out his mouth.
Wilma stepped up to Simon and took his rapidly changing fetlock and cloven hoofs into her hands. "I love you!" she said.
"I lovff fou foo!" Simon returned her words as best a goat lipped face could.
More and more the brown mountain goat form took Simon the student to simon the buck. Hunched over he leaned onto Wilma's shoulder and tried as best he could not to fall down on all fours.
"I love you dearest!" said Wilma again.
Simon's body was then changed in full to the mountain buck goat and to her loving call he had but one way to show his delight. Quickly his red hot and drinpping goat shaft press out the hairy sheath now tightly hung to his belly.
A Professor and students watched as the shaft grew out to more than eighteen inches long. Simon balls began to dance as semen was building to such massive lusting desires that no goat might hold back.
Wilma seeing and remembering there afternoon of wild and free minded sex knelt quickly to poke his cock in her loving mouth.
The Professor stepped up to Simon and with a shove and kick sent buck goat to all fours and Wilma sprawling over the ground. "I'll not see anymore of this happening here! Remember yourselves and the home you are going back to and not some wild beastial time here! Now I have a problem enough telling John, Jenny's, and Simon's parents that they were lost to the jungle! Please all now go back to your tents and we shall leave in the morrow, please!" begged the Professor.
John was first to saunter back to Jenny the mules and his corral. Wilma got up and brushing off the dirt on his trousers she stood looking down at Simon the brown mountain goat buck. It was then that Motanga the head porter came over to Professor Simmons and asked to speak.
"Sir Professor Simmons we of the porters ask you to be kind and let us become nanny goats once again, please!"
The Professor was again dumbfounded to here some person asking to be other or worse a beast.
"Your Kidding me!" said the Professor.
"Kidding, yes we would be far better to be nanny goats giving kids than the slave porters we are now." begged to differ saying Motanga.
Before the Professor could answer Motanga reached for the Medallion hung about Simmon's neck. One yank and the Medallion was in new hands as the group of Porters gathered into a circle.
Standing there stunned the Professor, Wilma and a thrilled buck goat watched as the skinny Porters began to change. Each one again was soon the hardyest of goats and looking ever so spry. Simon stepped over quickly and with his cock still erect found one willing nanny after another.
Disgusted the Professor walked over picking up the medallion he went to his tent. Simon went into full gear and was finding his goat body the joy he'd known once before. Wilma though sat down and watching the orgy was wishing all too well for joining in, nanny or human female not withstanding.
As the mating comotion wandered of into the dark of night Wilma snuck into the Professor's tent. Snorring his head off the Professor was sound asleep. The Medallion hung about his neck still on the thin chain. Wilma's fingers reached out and with the very touch it began to glow. Try after try she worked the chair to remove it from off Simmon's neck. Soon in tears she was beside herself and sat looking at the bobble.
Suddenly Wilma took command and with one quick jerk yanked the Medallion from it's chain. The sudden feeling woke the Professor and he sat up on the edge of his cot.
"No Wilma please not you too!" he begged.
Wilma clutched the Medallion in her tight grasp and with eyes clenched tight shut she began her last human wish. "By this thing's power I wish to be truly happy as Simon, John and Jenny have found true joy so I also want that feeling of delight. Please, I wish to follow Simon and now the joy he and would I feel as one!" asked Wilma.
A smile came over her face as the sight of dark almost black shaggy hair sprouted on arms, legs, and everywhere. The medallion dropped to the floor of Professor's tent as fingers became cloven hoofs. Wilma's head quickly took a goaty shape as brain size dwindled so also did her mental ability.
A shake and then another soon had human clothing in a pile as she stepped forward stretching her bodies'length. A bleat of pure joy came from Wilma's mouth as the Professor saw a difference he'd not expected to see.
Wilma by then was willing and caring not but she in her wish had pressed Simon's self and her change far too close alike. The Medallion being crafty did grant Wilma's wish to be both a goat and feeling Simon's joy together, so she was now a he and stood stretched out showing both sheath and balls like Simon's.
The Professor bent foreward and a petting hand stroked over Wilma's hairy back. The feeling stirred his blood as the brillant man spoke then a foolish thought. "I'm sorry Wilma but you have lost your humanity plus gender to being a buck goat like Simon. Truly I feel for you as if one of my own! Wilma, Wilma I wish if just for tonight to be a speak with you as you can now understand!"
It was Frank that came to the disturbance as the Professor's tent was jumping this way and that. As the tent flap opened two mountain goats one verile male and one horney nanny raced off into the jungle's brush . Frank looked about the tent seeing Wima's clothes and those of the Professor, he could only rationalize one thought of what he saw.