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My friends and later, myself, we met with different futures, for some their fate changed more than slighted. As of classmates Tabitha and her lover Kyle, their future changed similar, but mine came from a frenzied night and a literal orgy of copulating with horny females in a rather pastoral setting.

Tabitha was the instigator and did the transferring of a highly infectious virus she received while volunteering in a college sponsored new Reformation Science drug related experiment. The after affects from the drugs used during the study caused our friend Tabitha and several other co-ed students to feel an extreme need for sensual and sexual stimulation. Her worse reaction to the drugs came while she and Kyle were enjoying each the other for a weekend. Kyle took time out for relaxing while a weary Tabitha slept, as he noticed her skin sprouting patches of what felt like soft fur.

During the days or week that followed and through a fun second weekend together, dearest Tabitha continued her gaining of more fuzz mutating to fur growth, and the merging of those furry patches as to form a pelt. She told Kyle about her going to bed feeling horrifically horny, of masturbating while feeling chilled, and waking up the next morning noting how she gained more patches of furry growths.

Tabitha became very distraught about her furry skin, and requested of Kyle to their meeting nightly for him to give her the sexual stimulation she craved. He told me his best friend, as after three hours of rough sex, she and he slept past their morning alarm clocks settings. She awoke in a sweat, and then showered as took note of her furry patches had merged, covering her completely from her waist to her toes.

That fateful day was one month since her volunteering ceased, and the drug company sponsoring the experiment had packed up and left the campus, leaving dearest Tabitha, and some others acting like some sex-crazed nymphomaniacs. She begged Kyle to let her to move in with him, Tabitha pleading due to her need for having sex every morning she awoke, as well masturbating at noontime and every night meeting Kyle, as staying in his arms all night.

Tabitha began to relish her hornier and furry self, as the downy fur grew longer, it thickening into dense fur about two inches long. The fur spread, covering her from the base of her neck, down the length of her torso. The fur encompassed her upper arms, thinning along her forearms to light fuzz what encircled her wrists. The fur grew about her privates, over cute buttocks, encompassing her legs and feet in a deep reddish mahogany colored pelt.

After an erotic episode of their sexual frolicking, Kyle reported to me, that as he had his penis tucked deep in her vagina, when Tabitha began to convulse. She shook all over, her vagina contracting to such an extent, Kyle became impaled, his penis held in a strange clenching of her vaginal muscles. She frothed at the mouth, as meanwhile her breast nipples began a seeping some sort of a light oily liquid. The breast seepage had a smell to it that worked as a tonic, what caused Kyle to feel mentally numb until he fainted.

It was daytime again when he revived and was able to pull out, to remove his penis from the snug grip that Tabitha had on it. As she slept, he noted then how her face had disfigured, her nose and lips merging, forming on her face a muzzle. She was sleeping deeply, though her body was busy as Kyle noted her vagina was seeping waves of that foul smelling, oily liquid. Her breasts, those lovely large shapes what defined her bodily figure torso so nicely, they were dwindling, as going flat. Her ears had grown, becoming broader, flat like as furry, they looked very much like goat ears. The fur that to date had ceased to grow up her neck had surged upward and spread, as it replaced the human hair on her head with that same dark fur, of what had so sensually covered her bodily.

When Tabitha awoke sometime later that same morning, her eyes had changed color, as from a teal green to being a distinct bright yellow, and the pupils becoming as rectangle shaped. He rather expected her to start sobbing from a sense of horror due to her drastic physical changes, but she came toward him, pleading for Kyle to begin again any manner of vaginal stimulating, whether by tongue or penis, she did not care, she felt a grand need for feeling sexual.

Why by then Kyle did not try to seek for her or him as of medical help right then is a mystery. Kyle said he felt a want for similar sexual inklings and desires as did Tabitha, she being constantly aroused, her frantic want for him to quell her perverse need. Kyle saw how much Tabitha had by then become as physically transitioned, her body being more akin of becoming a doe goat in due time. Her breasts had completely flattened, becoming as strong chest muscles. Kyle by his mating with her noted her labia as moving through her crotch to set tucked beneath her goat anus. Her crotch then sprouted a doe goat udder, it having three bloated teats, while filled with a rich, as creamy milk he liked to suckle.

As her body became more animalistic, her sensed desire for sexual sensations increased during the following days. Tabitha did not need to lure Kyle to join with her, as they, for joy had many a wild nights of continuous sex. Kyle told about how he while thrusting, or rutting, he felt changed. His stout, as elongated penis went to delving deeper into her sex, as it too changed. As the aftermath of that wild time of sexual play caused Tabitha to change drastically, she grew then cloven hooves to replace her human toes.

Kyle watched helplessly as her face and whole head became like that of a doe goat. She grew horn buds what would mature as days later become real goat horns adorning her forehead. She and he continued their sexual frenzy. Kyle suckled at her teats, decidedly vacillating between mouthing a puckered teat and she asking of him to tonguing at her vulva. The oily discharge coming out of her vagina worked to enhance and further infect then Kyle.

The first that Kyle had time to notice, he one morning saw a fuzzy sheath had grown out of his lower abdomen, it one inch below his navel. What he marveled at was how slender his penis became elongated, grown to sixteen inches its tapering length, as all of his genitals felt extra sensual. His penis, it covered with pumping veins, and looked to him like the cock of a buck goat.

Kyle said he felt some sense of concern about his changed penis. His sense of worry came from what had changed, as his parents insisted as done to his penis after being born. They had his penis as circumcised, it marked according to their family religion, had lost it conformity. His penis became a kinked pointy, oil-slicked rod. He reeled about his penis. It was of such sensuality that any touch of it by her or him, or the cloth of his underwear would cause a rank-stiff erection tenting the front to the toughest of pair of jeans.

The thought of enjoying a one-night stand with some pretty girl tended to add new concerns as Kyle, his penis contours tended to horrify the female friend after just one short fun evening. Elaine commented when approached by me, she told of and when she saw of what Kyle had, his hot red colored as quite beastly penis, she could but moan seductively. When his cock sunk deep inside her aroused vagina, the wriggling feelings from it caused her to scream, as scream, and scream.

Elaine loved how Kyle could with his odd and elongated cock, had the ability to rut to a greater depth, his was but part of how he made her want more. She felt of and fondled his swollen scrotum. Kyle by then his balls had enhanced, grown to similar size to a pair of furry Avocado fruits. She reminisced about her feeling the harsh surges. The sheer volume of semen Kyle produced swelled her tummy, making her to looking similar to her being early on in her first pregnancy.

Since the horrendous episode with Elaine ended, for Kyle his only mate remained as Tabitha. The infecting virus had gripped Kyle; it left him aware and wary about wanting for dating of other female companions. He was seeing his body changing. A nasty rumor began circulating that he went gay, but what had changed about Kyle worsened, after he agreed to go camping with some teammates.

We six friends decided to try an early springtime camp-out, and come the night when the air-cooled and the dampness settled, the scent of goat size genitals filled the tent I shared with Kyle. The rank smell kept me as uncomfortable enough to go to sleep, as Kyle awoke near midnight and tried sneaking out from the tent. He, Kyle used what I thought great stealth trying to leave our encampment, he hoping not to awake his friends, or me. I wondered where Kyle would go; he had talked while asleep, mentioning Tabitha and her furry pussy. Kyle had lusty deep desires, the kind he spoke of, as knew would come, he making me wish that our friend Tabitha had come camping, as she with Kyle would entertain me.

I followed far behind Kyle to where he leaping a fence, began to walk on tiptoes as if having hoofs. I ran after him, smelling the odor what stunk in our tent of goat, as Kyle went seeking the scent wafting in the breeze as of goats and sheep in a pasture.

He had discovered a small herd of fifty goats grazing by night, they mingling as they came to meet him. They took to sniffing, the goats wanting to give Kyle a friendly lick. Soon Kyle had stripped naked, he laying on the ground, his pinkish-red goat cock stuck up in the air sixteen inches, and had five nanny goats all licking it. My watching of Kyle frolicking bade me of feeling as wishing then to join him, as he seemed intent of want to let the goats mate with him.

Sweaty from play, Kyle had a rank sort of smell. The scent taunted a ram sheep to give a close look at that stout reddish colored goat cock. Meanwhile a large nanny goat sauntered close, she stepping over Kyle, his legs as she turned her rump toward his rigid cock. She took to backing up, as Kyle knew what she wanted, he hand aiming the elongated shaft to touch at, and slip into her sensual hole.

That horny doe goat brought out the beast in him, as Kyle sat up before kneeling and leaning forward, he with his cock embedded then took to humping the doe goat. I watched as Kyle on his knees, his cock in the nanny goat, as he humped over her back, his full length of red cock sunk into her, tended to make my mouth feel dry as I licked my lips. My friend took to thrusting as she pushing back, their sensations so great I heard Kyle begin to bleat!

Sexually made stupid and loud for Kyle did bleat, bleating until seeing me, his teammate coming across the pasture. Kyle greeting me, he recognized Don a pre-med student, as I had followed Kyle there from our goat stench-filled tent what had me acting almost as horny as did Kyle. He stood a few yards away from me as I was watching, and licking my lips, feeling aroused and nervous, feeling a wanting to as well jump, hump, and mate a nanny.

Kyle showed me his buck toothy grin, and said, "Come ahead, Join in, there are more than I can do!"

I felt my penis as fully aroused, though I stood there not sure, but continued watching. One nanny seemed as never enough, Kyle mating with then two, as three more, and returning to them all several times, his actions were that of a buck goat feeling the call of rut.

Strange the way it began, and as the wild night of sex progressed, so did the growth of goat fur, and how Kyle, his ears became pointed, furry, they mobile at their roots. As come then morning the light of day failed to stop Kyle and then me, we acting like horny bucks. Kyle and I continued rut humping, having done a dozen nannies each. Kyle came near to me, as I knelt there in the fit of humping a nanny as He rose almost upright. I eyed as his cock went at and then into my mouth and I sucked him to four orgasmic blasts.

Horny is as horny makes, we two became so indulgent, with goats, sheep, and even to our own changing bodies. When it came to me feeling of as having then grown goat scrotum hanging weighty, I liked the surging volume it produced, but had a facial expression of looking worried.

We ignored our odd discomforts and I with my cock sheath deep in a nanny vulva, the orgy continued. We were like bucks humping, as both of us stood lying over the rump of a nanny. Obviously, they missed us at camp, when breakfast stood on a plate and two were off somewhere, nobody knowing where.

I was first to call it quits, finding by then I sat naked against a tree truck.

Kyle stood then on all fours, he watching me, he bleating what sounded like buck goat style catcalls to remind his partner that the herd need tending. I sat feeling content, watched as Kyle finished with nanny goat, he strode walking to join me, his friend. Kyle walked as if his hind legs felt stiff in more places than where I did not mind feeling stiff. I then was the only one capable to verbally as speak, taking note that our mutual night of fun came with a cost. My comment made Kyle to stop and stand there, realize he was more than naked. Kyle had from his acts of bestial sex, helped the virus infecting him to rush the enhancing of his changing body to conform him, he becoming a male big buck goat.

I took note to how strong and healthy Kyle looked. He by then was, as if born to being a buck goat. I watched as Kyle walked in circles, he taking note of just how much his body had changed, and he realizing what he was, oddly did not care about the fact he had become an animal.

I looked then at where on me I had first noted my body as changed. I gawked downward; seeing what on me had but little furry, was just fuzz, grew to covering my groin, my enlarged scrotum, and added a sheath, all this had spread drastically. Kyle walked toward me, he standing then on tiptoe cloven hoofs, the heels of his feet stuck up high, he had knees as if hunched, feeling the new posture of becoming all a goat, creeping up, reminding my friend he walked as was walking on all fours.

Shaggy fur covered the belly, around the waist, groin, and buttocks, down partially his re-configuring legs. Just as he turned to check, Kyle bleated loudly when he saw his sprouted tail. Sex and sensuality had fogged his mind, kept him rutting like an animal, mating, until what he was born was near to gone.

Kyle began bleating, sounding as if he were grumbling, possibly thinking that the previous night caused too much of change.

I met Kyle half way, as I offered him a good look showing off how from a rough night of wild sex and me suckling of him, I had gained on me the genitals similar to his. He eyed at mine, sniffing as I had a goat sheath, we each had elongated cocks, and scrotums of similar size.

Kyle plopped down on his furry butt, he there next to me, while his sweat or musk worked on us as an aphrodisiac. We looked one at the other and could not stop wanting to touch that what the other had which was goat like. Kyle being more by then like a goat found the inclination as irresistible to think about me as being his favorite play toy. His rank scent or how with infecting me with his vicious virus, whichever of us smelled the strongest, it drew the other goats closer. A herd of fifty doe goats, udders full, teats bloated and hanging, they milling around us.

Kyle took to sniffing the other goats. I lay back on the ground as considering my returning to jump, straddling a furry rump, and grab hold my new cock. Kyle nudged a goat toward me, the doe almost smiling with her anticipation of a stout buck giving her pleasure. I lay there my cock erect and standing stiff and ready, just as that nanny goat decided to back up, to where she sat down, engulfing my cock, shoving it up and into her furry slit.

Kyle bleating sounded to me as if he were laughing. I look over at him, he chuckling as bleating, stood snug in a nanny goat butt.

I felt ecstatic, my arms waving about as enjoying the situation, I took it as time to rise up and do the thrusting, to give the doe double pleasure. I had big balls by then, offering my lover, the pleasured volume of my semen. She and I rolled as played, offering me to suckle her swollen teats as some nourishment. As being horny begets making others the same way, and Kyle saw me given something as yet, he had not thought to get or try.

The brute big herd-sire bucks kept a distance between them and us. Kyle was as much akin to those big bucks as he was to being all-animal as his bodily self. It was near dusk of our first full daytime of goat orgy when Kyle stopped to give a listen. He was first to hear, as then did I, we heard a far off the voices we knew to be our friends yelling our names.

I turned with a jerk and kneeling behind a horny doe, the sensation of my long cock sunk deep made me to laugh; as I looked down to see my sheath plastered with the vaginal slime of my goat lover.

"We are being paged, I think that I need to go and make up some excuse, as from last night, what came here as the human, we are a good bit less human now." I remember saying, and stood up, walking to the tree where I left my clothes. I struggled with hoisting up his jeans to cover a furred goat sheath. I was enough still the human when first exiting out of camp.

The wild night and half a day of rutting nanny goat pussies had taken quite a toll. As I wiped my slime-covered crotch clean using a handkerchief as a mop, did tuck in my shirt to my jeans, my underwear the goats ate. My tennis shoes were partially chewed, but wearable. Kyle stood there looking at me, he walked slowly, sauntering toward me. I reached my hands forward and took hold to his two goat horns that protruded out from the peak of his forehead.

We looked face to face, as I promised to make an excuse for my absence from the encampment. I wagged my head as told Kyle that I knew of no believable excuse for what became of him. He bleated as if to agree with me, my friend being furry, with goat feet, hooves, and ears, horns, and all else had transformed, became a buck goat.

I expected Kyle to feel or act sad about his not being as human as what I stood there being minor changed to resemble a male goat. I knew his infection had infected me, and standing there clothed, I felt alluring feelings as well to stay and fuck my way to become a buck goat.

It was getting hard decided as choose if I wanted more, and lose all as become more and more like a buck goat, as an animal. The latter came with knowing that continued sex would tweak the mind, making instinctive actions prevalent, and rational thoughts fading into brute desire. I bid Kyle a fond goodbye, and began walking off to join the group. Kyle remained with the herd, almost as one of them by then.

As I walked away, my thoughts were about how strange a life and weird a body, it would be for Kyle. Tabitha was somewhere being a doe goat, and Kyle would never see her again. He mingled with that heard, the other bucks sniffing him, they took their turns at buck-fucking Kyle. Evil beasts sodomizing one and another, when not breeding with the herd, they frolic in instinctive ignorance, doing what their small minds feel a need to do.

Several months later and as my infection began to race through me, I did return to that farm, seeing there, how Kyle had matured. I watched as Kyle and the herd grazed. I sat for an afternoon just watching what might in due time be my lifestyle and physical form.

When with sundown the herd moved closer to the barn to stay at night, I saw there in the second floor house, as from where I sat, looking in an upstairs bedroom window offered a view of some pretty brunet undressing. Aroused by watching her undress, her changing into clean clothes, I got hot, aroused with an erection, did wait, waiting until she came to gather in her animals, as I gathered her as part of my flock.

My living around people had become intolerant, as those women I dated knew my secret. The more I enjoyed sex, the most my infection caused in me changes. My semen volume and its infecting abilities, made me conform, changing me, growing fur, a tail, my legs changing, feet grown longer, and toes turned to cloven hooves made of me a satyr.

I laid in wait to attack and molest the young woman who owned or managed the goat farm. When she exited her house, she called to her goats and they hearing her voice came with a rush of hooves. I watched as she gathered her herd into two corrals, and then entered the corrals to retrieve the three big bucks, one of those being Kyle. She herded her three herd-sire bucks into the barn and then inside a box stall.

"Kyle, Barney, Boris, you play nice tonight, as we have a recruit lying in wait," she said, as what she said caused me to wonder as how she knew I was there.

"Don, you out there it the dark? Elaine is my sister! She told me about Tabitha became a missing person after volunteering for the drug study. She mentioned as to Kyle fornicating day and night with Tabitha. I know Tabitha went all the way, as I bought her from the animal shelter, she is here, a member of the goatherd.

I have a list of names and phone numbers for the others who took part in the drug study. Some became bovine, some as equine, two became as gay satyrs. I learned from her friends about you Don, and your long cock.

I prefer as not to getting attacked by a wild sex beast, so do come closer, enter the house, come to my bed, and let me see you." She said, as made an offer I could not refuse.

My goat-like self was a sensual as anything ever told of in myths or a story dealing with witchcraft. To become a big buck goat is something hard to describe, and harder still not to want to give somebody possibly interested, a firsthand mouthful of my ejaculate. Sarah befriended me, although she liked to fondle my enhanced genitals, she wanted no part or portion of me as her sexual partner. She was specific about her owning as managing the goat farm. Sarah was benevolent toward friends of her sister Elaine, offering them a place of sanctuary, a safe haven where they could find peace after the turmoil of a month or two of sexual orgies.

Naturally, the local police came searching for the lost as missing college students, but nary did they expect to see those students standing naked, being furry, wearing cloven hoofs, horns, and wiggling their tails. What the defectives saw were goats, peaceful farm animals, all either grazing of fucking, rising a stench what tweaked the sensitive noses of the cops.

A satyr type makes for a good herd Sheppard, as I can run nearly as fast as can any of the goats, and can defend the herd against intruders. Whether there be ranging dog packs or the occasional pervert leaping the pasture fence, I work at keeping the herd safe from predators. As for those occasional foolhardy types what jump the pasture fence, after they met me, and I coheres them to want as try a mouthful of my goat cock, they come soon to join the herd as a buck or doe.

I must admit, as anyone who after meeting me or letting Kyle mount and mate them, soon after found their worries about the future, as of religion and their being "Saved or Damned," seemed to fade in its importance!