What you see is what your getting, the ointment is bring about a wonderous change. How your passion is building as heart races and breathing becomes rapid. A smile and then a frown as the thoughs run in your mind of what is happening and how you wished it was happening in the privacy at home.
Your eyes about pop as leg muscles ripple and contort making human tissue that of animal. An ache which one can not deny is making your toes cramp up as what looks like a black oil ooze from cudicals around each toenail.
Then a screaming cramp hits, your toes slit into two seperate groups. Three smaller ones and the two larger ones seperate in opposite directions. That black ooze now joins them and as the pain eased you watch a cloven hoof forming on each foot.
Your sweating like a horse in heat and with one shaking hand you wipe the dripping sweat from a aching forehead.
Suddenly your hand touched something you'd never expected. Horns, the pointed sharp feel of short horns growing out of the forehead, sitting up straight fear wells up.
"Oh no I never thought!" is what you tried to say but the words all jumbled up as lips suddenly could not conform to making words anymore. Hands purse the face finding it covered in inch long hair and lips merged with nostrils as if ready for you to be a real and total goat.
Attentions taken to face, horns, and speaking are suddenly drawn to a extreme horney desire which brings shivers up and down the spine. Moaning of delight and mixed with quick pains and jolting muscle cramps you again look at those changing legs.
Blinking is disbelief your feet are much longer and the cloven hooves are looking as if they were given to you at birth. A try and then another soon has you able to wiggle the hoofs about and this form some odd reason makes one smile.
Lifting your arms high above you a stretching motion makes you moan as if stiff and wanting to move about. The arms suddenly make a horific snap as they fall to extend out in front of your chest. Arms, no they are now forelegs and fingers which moments ago touched horns have cloven hooflets.
To stand on all fours is now a driving desire and with some contorting about you soon stand as the goat. Shivers of delight pulse down your still changing backbone as feelings of satisfied pleasures build and build.
The billy goat in his crate bleats a welcome as you twist your head to look up. You thought is to great him with words but as you speak the only sound is of a billy goat, it's you!
A happy care free feeling comes over you and all of life seems filled with a uforia of wonder. The millions of new scents touch changed senses as you look around wishing to explore.
The absolute delight in what your feeling reminds you of your change as the tail back there wiggles. A look back over shaggy haired shoulders bring the view of the top half of your cute tail. Walking in circles you take comfort in what your feeling and the oddest feeling is yet to come.
The crates, there scent is different from one to another. One is your mentor billy goat getting it on once again. The crate below him has a wonderous smell and your two black nostrils press into the crates openings.
Wow, a scent of something which is instilling a lusty desire that makes you want to jump, kick, and run. Each drafting breath makes your groin ache and offers an pulling feeling from down under.
Hind legs stretch out toward the rear and nose sniffs the nice perfumed scent coming out the dark crate before you. Short bleats issue from your throat as ears wiggle, tail too, and your hind quarters begin to rock to and fro.
You can't explain it nor could you less it be to a goat like yourself. The building feeling is now an ever demanding drive and desire which can not be denied. Your body is in full sexual mode and the need for release has your human mind choked with terrors. Thoughts arwe now mixed with instinctinve lusting desire to conquest, dominate, and rule over some female goat.
Yet it's the wild scent which brings on this delighting desire and any such scent would be welcome, nanny goat or other you wouldn't care! Human moral teachings just flew out the window as animal lusts drive every part of your form. Rock hard is your male goat member down below and although you cna't see it the fact it's ready is undeniable!
Wanting is yet not having as the nany is locked away in this crate. You back up and change the crate with head down and horns ready to fight for your lusts. Bang, and bang you hit the crate with great force and true billy goat power.
Sorry to say the crate was built by a craftsman and he somehow knew you'd try this some day. The slats hold solid and your sweetheart is locked away from your most loving attentions.
Bleating at the top of your voice's ability brings out a Asian little man with a large chopping knife. He looks at you and then to his captured goats. He smiles and puts the big knife behind his back as then making funny noises to beckon this stray goat into capture.
You hold your gound, the man looks about for someone to help capture you when he see's your ointment jar. Kneeling down he picks it up and begins to smile. Your clothes are then quickly gathered up and with a toss go into a dumpster.
"You won't be needing those ever again my dear Sir!" say the man with a bigger than ever smile. "Ointment store had you wishing for an adventure no doubt, well you got one now!" he chides you as the words make little sense in the smaller and well degraded brain inside your head.
The man walks over to a small gate and opens it up which has that rich scent like the crate filled with lusting nanny. Quickly you prance inside and hear the gate clack shut. Turning around you are trapped and alone.
"You stay there, I can Uncle and tell him his customer was goated into staying in Chinatown, he smile, maybe come see you, ok Joe!" says the man as he walks back into the Eatery and closed the door.
Horny as hell and feeling the built up desire for release your mind goes wild with fear.