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You are a deliveryman. As you enter a beauty salon to drop off the specially marked package, all the stylists take notice of you.

"Um... excuse me," you say, "I have a special package here for you, sent express."

"Oh, thank you very much sir, I greatly appreciate you bringing this important package by so quickly," the receptionist of the beauty salon responds.

You felt odd, standing there in a female beauty salon; however, you know it's your job to deliver such packages. As you look around, you realize that you are the only man in there.

"For your help, sir, the beauty salon would like to offer you some service. What would you like? We provide manicures, pedicures, facials, hair styling, as well as other and slightly more provocative services. Would you like to participate in any of these free services?"

Although these services do not interest you, and you have never had any previous exposure to such services, you decide to indulge and choose...

"What is the something else?" you ask but as then before you might think again; a women dressed is all black ushered you through a red velvet curtain.

Almost instantly, as you pass behind the curtain the room entered the lights go black as from behind you a cloth bag someone threw over your head. At this insult, you struggle to gain your sight but a loop of some hard plastic tie they slipped as tightly bound around your wrists binding them behind the back.

Blind and bound you stand helpless at the mercy of these women. You are terrified when nimble fingers begin to remove your clothing. A moment of male passion brings your penis to a full-blown erection as this entire situation is but a wild dream of every deliveryman. Scissors snip away your jockey shorts and the undershirt you just pulled out of the new package that very morning. As then naked, you stand at their mercy, if any. You have wild hope of telling the guys back at the warehouse of this neat place.

Leaning close to your bagged head you feel her hot breath on your neck. As if the woman in going over your body like an auctioneer checking the stock before a sale, it is when your maleness is touched that the reality of what is to happen strikes your male fool mind.

"Something else, you wanted to experience what we can do for you as some other thing and the else, is for you of being different than how you walked into our establishment," a she says with a cool as soft sounding a sexy voice.

Giving but a chuckle, you said, "Hey dollies! I have a busy schedule to keep, can you make this a quickie, and I'll be on my way."

"Idiot, fool, you stupid common male, your being here is not about your pleasures, on, no, no way, not today," a she says. As her attitude is making you get uneasy and wonder what they there might do to a captured as blinded, hogtied man.

"Prepare him, cup it, and smear him," orders the one voice of a woman sounding rather hostile.

A cold clammy feeling hits you as your very erect maleness is plunged into a chilly substance. You struggle a short try or two but they have you at their mercy. Then hands, several pairs of hands begin to smear this horrid smelling cream or salve, it feels oily on your skin. Hands lift your arms to smear it under and around everywhere. A hand pokes the salve up between your muscular butt-crack, as you jump when something they jut in your hole; as it gave a squirt of cold cream put in there too.

Your head still covered in the bag it remains is as yet untouched by the hands and their oily salve. Being scared, your breathing is rapid, your heart pounds from the fear of what is to happen. You remain erect even with your penis jammed into something filled of the chilly cold salve. Naturally feeling as uneasy over your situation, you step from one foot to the other, nervous and wishing you could call for help.

"Somebody will come looking for me quite soon, my van, it's double parked and the Police....." you try to make your case for release.

"Stupid, simple male, your truck was moved down the street; we put your coat and hat in the cab and took the keys, along with a half drained bottle of bourbon whisky. It is there for those who own it and they will not wonder what happened to you, but they need not worry as we will make good use of one so foolish and bold," as again says another the female voice.

You are ready to say more, to yell and demand they let you go, even naked is better than being toyed with like a fool. About then was when in through the bag came probe and it enters your mouth making you choke. Squirts of something into your mouth, the juicy liquid has a foul taste making you cough, choke, and forced to swallow.

"Insert!" says the one woman being of almost demanding to the others.

You jump at feeling a second time when something sharp and cold they there inserted up your rear, to deliver not less than nine squirts of liquid are jetted into your bowels.

"Some..., thing else, that's what you asked for and now you will get!

A worthless man, you are soon to gain a new value, as increased your worth more in physical ways, your body, your gender, and the only reason to keep a male around, sex, I hope you find this to be fun," she chides you.

Insulted and wishing you never delivered the package there, your bound, and coated in some wretched smelling oily salve. It is as you stand there held by the women they all talk to one another as if deciding your fate.

"Agreed, agreed, good I agree too!" They say, as the older sounding voice of one woman. She comes close and whispers in your ear, "You are going to find this quite amusing, as we think of you as a real beast and not a man. Sexy, you would have offered us the best of your male organs, well now we shall enhance your male ego and the body you wear."

"Look I think this is gone far enough, just let me out of here and I'll go my merry way," you offer, asking and as much begging for you release.

"BEAST, do your not understand what we think of you, YOU ARE A BEAST, if not now, then you soon will be," she screams in your ear.

You struggle hard to release as free your hands but they remain snugly tied and bound tight. "It was agreed to give you real worth in this world we are going to make it rather a permanent enhancement. You might struggle, most do, but the pattern is chosen and after the two injections as done, the die is cast," she says making you really fret, struggle and worried to where you began to sweat.

"NO please, why me?" you plead and ask.

"Male, we decided to keep you as a male! The rest of what you are shall be quite different, so much that your own mother will not know you as being her son. Beast, remember I told you as shall you become for us here as a beast. Beast or animal, the outcome is the same for you as a creature alive for the use of women. Even now, what we can see a difference; your skin is changing to a brown and pink mottled coloring. I see sprouting on your shoulders, chest, belly, back, arms and legs is short hairs.

The hair will grow, thicken, get longer, and give you a coat to keep out the rain and cold. Your penis is even now changing, the silly circumcision is unraveling, it shall become a flat blunt ended, as deep red in color, and what's more thrilling, it will grow much, much longer.

Your fingers cramping a little, toes too, oh to be sure in a very short time you will find them a joy to walk on!

Hooves, cloven hooves is what they will be, your feet, feet made for walking through the barnyard and in pastures.

Feel it, your erection straining as painfully stiff. Feel..., how it is getting longer and harder than you ever knew it to be, your male joy you shall keep, other than this you are to become for me as an animal, the male beast for a herd. Do you want to know it, remembering and realize what you're becoming?" she asked.

Near to crying from the weird sensations you feel and her damning words, you nodded your head slowly, as asking to know the worst. They all laugh at you, the women laughing brings on tears of terror and fear of you being made as their fool.

A cramp in both legs sends you to your knees. You scream of the wretched pains, your hands try to massage away the knots. Then with the touch of your legs you feel them coated in thick hair. Your thoughts flounder, the sensation of thick hair growing on your legs only makes this woman's curse of you seem to be real. As fingers try to move and relieve the pain, you touch a heel as felt of it feeling very different.

Leaning backwards while kneeling, the arms reach with hands extended as you touch your heel and feet. The heel is not as it was, now boney, the tendons stick out and when you reach for the feet they are now very, very long, narrowed, furry as different.

Long, your feet are yet a boney shaft with tendons and little flesh. It is as you reach the women giggle knowing what you will soon touch, your hooves. "Oh God!" you yell, feeling what were your toes were then cloven hooves. Your hooves, elongated feet, heels that feel like an animal's hocks, shaggy hair growing on thighs, the women laughing now out loud, all of this is too surreal!

"What, what," you then try to ask a wanting' question but forcing out the words they come as something you never really expected to hear. You wanting, tried to speak your mind, but in fit of terror out pours baaing, bleating, as the calls turn to screaming out a drawn out, as if an anxious animal is pleading for release from its captor.

Laughing, a woman comes close to the bag that cloaks your head as she says, "You' there dearest, are now a beast, a male goat, a piss drinking, pussy licking, sex crazed' goat buck; as I know you can still understand me!"

Confused, terrified, speechless, you nodded your head in agreement, to what would seem to be very true. You feel that they have given you the "Some Thing Else Treatment" as what you asked for. Some-thing-else indeed, for you were other than what you were, the newer you most likely becoming a male goat. The treatment, the salve, your penis plunged into something, the liquid jetted in mouth and up the butt, you cannot deny the sensations of feeling like you are becoming a real animal, a beast.

The likelihood of this being real has you trying to plead in goatish short bleats. Then the feeling of nimble fingers touching the crest of your head, in a ripping yank the bag then removed, you strain to eye the women again, but see them in multiple shades of gray.

Eyes nearly go crossed as you peer down a changed and elongated face. Snorting harshly from fuzzy feeling nostrils, you reach with lips as if wishing to speak, but they are uncoordinated except for the nibbling act of gathering food or grazing. You shake your head with feelings of foggy ideas what are just beginning to assert instinctive patterns; as your future plans and manly wants seem to fade. The shaking of your head only helps to confirm your degrading, as long furry ears flop and touch the sides of your then shaggy haired head.

A shiver of fear chills you to your very soul, it shakes and rattles the head, your neck, along the back, shivering with a might wiggle of your goat's tail. It is from this one sensation you stand and wail a horrid sounding bleat. The one sensation of owning a tail is but the total realization that you as a man no longer exists!

In your silent and deep thoughts it is the tail that really separates man from the animal, and now you have a tail!

As a snip of your bonds allows the availability for arms and hands to reach, touch, and feel, but with the release comes understanding. You cringe at the feel as what were fingers and hands touched to discover they are then cloven hoofs, and your arms are as the forelegs of an animal.

The passing thought to plead seems near useless, as these women have no reason or desire to return you to your previous self. Instead, and as much to add to the horror you see forelegs, knees, cannon bones, and cloven hooves, all what is you became the essence of being an animal, and a Goat.

Staggering about on cloven hooves your new bodily weight is not well balanced, or even comfortable, as standing upright like a human being a goat seemed then stupid. Wavering on your thin but nimble feet and hooves, you fall slowly forward, grabbed by one of the women who with some semblance consideration, she eased you down to stand on all fours.

A simple nod of your head is as a human manner of saying your thanks for her help in this, your time of need. The other women all laugh at your body language of acting polite as a response to someone helping you along. Although your ability to speak is gone, the rational and understanding mind remains alert, knowing of what they say and rant about what they did to you.

Standing on all fours the sensation is dumbfounding to your old way of thinking. You crane your head to look upward, straining to focus and ogle a look at the several women; all smiling with pride at their new piece of handiwork and property.

The moving of one curtain turns your attention as if seeing her, made you believe!

There standing in all the realm of glory is but a young woman, naked, and eyeing in your direction, her face shows an anxious expression. Her naked form is but the first that arouses your interest. Sniffing the air it is drenched in a musky scent that you never knew even existed.

She acts as scared but walks closer to you. You with a seeking and sniffing nose, you step closer to her. Thoughts of passion raced in your mind, the sights, smell, and when she touches and cups her hands below your hairy chin, what aroused your goat penis out into the light of day.

Soft and loving hands cup your chin, scratching fingers in your beard urge you forward as that fuzzy muzzle bears forward, seeking the scent as it digs into her groin. She is your longing you seeking the source of that very alluring odor.

At last the nostrils can advance no further, as your lusty mind wants and seeks yet for more. The quest turns to your tongue; it is now longer and slips past fuzzy feeling lips, penetrating deep, slithering, seeking and then finding it as you taste the juices of a woman excited and exiled.

Your Goaty penis is then a raging red rod probe. It stands out longer than what you had as a man, but unseen and away from your ability to touch it stands out announcing to all you are sexually quite willing, and ready.

Cupped hands urge you to slurp and lick to your ultimate delight. The tongue is busy but with you being so erect below the feeling of nimble fingers gracing and touching your maleness is but icing on the cake!

The sense of horror and wretchedness over becoming as a goat and animal is quickly fading. The mental idea of what she offers to you, being a sex slave to these women suggests of a life of wild lusts and wonder.

Roaming hands and nimble fingers taunt and delight this new you in ways you never enjoyed when as a man. Stout muscles a different body, shaggy and sensual hair, a sheath that jiggles with every step, balls they sway openly, flagging about adding to the sensations and a beastly sort of delight.

The tail wags and wiggles, and what was and lost is of little concern, for then is the reality of living naked, openly flaunting what you have and are, willing to do whatever thrills this new you. The thrill seeking takes away all thoughts of what you were and lost, as now is a time of desire. You have this sense of belonging, feeling as familiar with these women comes with a new understanding. This is a coven and you are now their chosen familiar, the animal blessed as part demon and thing of pleasure. It is you and your a slave to their sexual perversions that keeps the coven web tight and all within it willing.

Dancing on all fours, you look the part of a buck goat enthralled in the idea of mating. Aroused you stand offering to them what they have endowed to their familiar. You shall gain fond memories from many hours of wild orgies, feeling and finding women eager to avail themselves of your ability, as you give and sensually quell.

Fleeting memories of your human life become but as dreams, with only one dreamy remembrance leaving a lasting impression. It is after long hours of sexual fancying what reminds a thought of your written stories you posted at Fur Affinity. It is of this you would smile with blackened lips born to a goat, thinking of what you read and wrote was not wasted, as became a blueprint, an aid and inspiration to living life as a horny male goat. "Horny and Happy"

Your women each have their own ideas of how you as a big furry buck of a goat can service their lusty desires. One with long black flowing hair takes you and leads her horny goat to a small room with one low standing bed. She strips, and lies with her legs dangling off the end of the bed, her pussy is open and ready for your muzzle to examine.

The sight of this is enough to make the manly mind go blind, but the goat drives come with a passion for things sexual like nothing you ever felt before. Licking at her gives both goat and witch the pleasure each seems to seek. She moans with delight from the long slithering tongue dancing about her privates.

You feel your penis extending, becoming so rigid, very erect, the blunt end at near bursting, as the drive to ram, thrust, and stroke comes with your own rendition of what a goat cries when in the fit and heat of his rut.

Your will to be moral and proper is gone, torn from your mind is all the teachings known to men of enjoying such pleasures while using caution. Caution is thrown to the winds, as with her guiding hand your hot and oily red shaft is led to her wanting point of entry.

The split second, a moment in time when what you became as a male goat tells you that this is your proper form. As the swelled head of your shaft peeks past her soaking lips, the walls of her lusty vagina grip and suck your shaft ever deeper into a new kind of hell.

As hot bodies hang then locked together, both finding sensual sensation beyond their previous wildest dream. Your forelegs and pointed hooves hang each aside her shoulders. You lay atop her, as goaty lips nibble as succulent nipples, your tongue coaxing them to stiffen, extend, and reminding the goat part of you as if they were the teats on a nanny's udder.

Wild desire, bestial passions, and the loathing wish to rut this female to her death is but your own thoughts. Thrusting of cock turns to ramming, and then jamming your hot and well-oiled shaft so deep the woman has the feeling of your cock eking past her cervix, it entering of her womb.

Her moans and screams urges her goat, you on, your only thought is to sink that sensual shaft even deeper, and let it build your own sense of lust.

When as some relief comes after your wild thrusting inside the witch, there comes the rush, a spewing like a ruptured fire hose. Your penis sent into the witch woman a virtual flood of cum, the glob pearls of yellow buck goat semen. Your bleated as she moans with hope that this encounter as not done, but just the first of many.

Your thoughts about this meeting is not of it being over, but instead, you want more, and plan to remount her six more times.

Her screams soon bring the other witches to see and witness her debauchery. Peering in on the two horny lovers, the others see their beloved friend looking like her tummy is in its sixth month of pregnancy.

In reality, from all the thrusting, rutting as a sex wild goat, you filled her womb near to bursting. Your owner witch cast a spell making your big goat buck balls a insatiable, constantly filled with semen. Your every waking moment is with wild thoughts of pleasuring your male organ and big balls. The next witch who had you rut that blessed shaft, spelled it for her delight by increasing with new girth, and added length, making it seem the same size as if owned by some large pony.

This new change only instilled within you the desire to hump and rut anything in site, even thinking of those who might come over the fence of your pasture, those seeking a quick thrill, but likely leaving with a belly full of infectious, as poison semen.

True, it was the wish of one such witch, she cursing your semen to be infectious to all humans. Dare a normal human get the grace of what lurks within your goaty balls, they soon find their own sexual ideals being as if yours, wishing, wanting, while they are changing, adding to your expanding herd.