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„A billy goat. That's traditional", Sue explained. „Don't take it personally, Steve."

„But why?", he cried, while trying to hold his trousers up with one hand. „I didn't do you any harm and I'm not telling anyone about your coven. Nobody would believe me anyway!"

The other women, standing around us in a circle, giggled quietly.

Sue wiped her platinum blonde hair from her forehead. She had the artifical beauty of a late 90s pornstar, with a slim, athletic body and big, fake looking breasts. Her face had a bit of a hard, almost cruel look, accentuated by her dark makeup and the black line traced around her cherry-red lipstick. For extra effect she also wore a tight black latex dress.

„I know, Steve", she sighed, pulling up a chair next to where he was standing and sat down. Steve swallowed hard. Now he could look down directly into her cleavage and she wasn't wearing a bra. He was sure now that her tits were fake, he could almost see the outlines of her implants.

„Don't make this harder form both of us." She continued. "We need a goat for the ritual, well and you came along, so..."

„You mean you could just take any goat? You could just take any old, dumb goat, but you choose to make one out of me?"

She nodded, looking at me sympathetically. "Yeah, that's right. We just don't have the time to find one. I wouldn't even know where to start, here in the city."

"I can help you! Please, just don't do this to me!"

She touched his cheek with her hand, letting her black polished fingernails trail softly over his skin. He felt a sudden tugging at his crotch, a warm feeling concentrating in his testicles. It was soothing and exciting at the same time, if a little itchy.

"Shhh, it's alright", Sue whispered. "Yes, you'll help us and we'll take good care of you."

She shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No please! Don't!"

"It has already started."

To his horror, he could feel an erotic thrill running down his spine and a certain hardness stirring in his boxers.

"W-will you turn me back afterwards?", he asked, wiping the snot of his nose with his free hand.

Sue said nothing, she just looked at him with a slight smile.

A sudden pain in his hands made him drop his trousers. The women around him started laughing and pointing as he stood there, only wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts.

Sue grinned seductively as she produced two long, black latex gloves and put them on. Then she reached for Steve's crotch. He jumped back out of her reach, but bumped into what felt like a solid wall. He turned his head and saw a young woman looming over him. She was much taller than him, with short cropped, black hair. Her had a cute snub nose, but a big brass ring pierced its septum. She wore jeans and an open studded leather west over... nothing. Steve could almost feel the ripples of her sixpack as she pressed against him and took both his arms in a vice-like grip.

"Don't even think about it, buddy!", she rasped.

"Thank you Tiffany", Sue said, the tall woman grunted in response. "Steve, look, it's too late. You're not leaving here any more against our will. The transformation has already started and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Yeah, you know what?", he shouted. "I don't believe you! I don't believe any of this! I'm going, you can't keep me here."

"Oh Steve, you were doing so fine up to now", Sue pouted. "Don't make me do this the hard way. Do me a favour and lose those shorts. Then, I'll promise you, we'll talk about your situation. Let him go Tiff, for now."

"I... ugh", said Steve, looking at the eager faces of the other coven members. What did he have to lose at this point? If they wanted to see his junk that much, why shouldn't they. So instead of picking up his trousers, he pulled his shorts down.

It was the smell that hit him first. He gasped in disgust. It was a distinctly animal smell, the smell of a barn on a hot summer day, the stink of a goat. He didn't even manage to pull his underpants down all the way before he recoiled in disgust.

"Ba! That's awful! How did this happen?"

He hardly noticed Tiffany sucking in air and pressing closer to his back. He could feel her hot breath in his hair.

Sue laughed and pulled her chair closer to pull down Steve's boxers all the way. He made an attempt to get away, but Tiffany laid a hand on his shoulder. He understood this as a stern warning.

"Now, let's have a look at that, shall we?" Sue began to gently lift his balls and examined them left and right.

Steve blushed deep red while the other women started whispering to each other with the occasional laugh. He barely dared to look down what Sue was doing. When he finally did, he was a bit startled.

"Are they... bigger?", he asked. He also still felt this tugging feeling down there, that seemed to go all the way up his sine into his head.

"Not by much yet", said Sue. "But yes, they are growing. It might go a little faster when I do this." She took them between index fingers and thumb and started to massage them with a firm, almost painful pressure.

"B-uaah!", blurted Steve. The pulling feeling had intensified tenfold. It had made his neck crack, his shoulders hurt and his head cloud up. Her movements chewed on his brain, filling it with needy lust. Memories from former girlfriends welled up, the feeling of kissing Julie's lips, Cathrines sweet touch and the smell of Lora's perfume... His eyes drifted down, staring at Sue, her cleavage almost bursting as her tits were compressed between her kneading arms.

No, he had to fight it! He wasn't becoming a goat for this fucking latex whore. He wasn't that easy to get.

"S-stoop!", he cried.

Sue let go of his balls instantly, but they kept throbbing as they dropped against his legs. They had swollen up quite a bit and seemed somewhat more oval-shaped than before. A feeling of emptiness and regret overcame him, as soon as Sue's ministrations stopped.

"That's ok, darling", she said. "Take your time. I was pressuring you a bit too much. Just tell me when you are ready."

"Never! I'maah never read!", he shouted. "Staahp doing this to me!"

"Staahp! Staahp! Baaah!", Tiffany sneered into his ear, tightening her grip on him. "Do you even listen to yourself? You already start sounding like a goat. What do you want to do if we let you go now, whimp? Join a freak show?"

"Tiffany, please!", Sue said. "But she's not wrong Steve. Didn't you notice you started slurring your words, almost sounding like bleating?"

Steve shook his head in shock.

Tiffany chuckled. "Yeah, it's working then. So there's the bleating, your crotch smelling like a goat pen and your balls are a bit to big for you to wear trousers comfortably. And there's your mind of course." She touched her temple with her index finger and smiled.

"Whaa..", Steve stopped himself from making that noise again. He left the question unfinished.

"You're going to lose it, goat boy", Tiffany whispered into you ear. "You're gonna get all goat-brained."

"Tiff!", Sue shouted. The anger in her voice was clearly just mockery. "But yes, that's about right, too. When this is all over, you'll be indiscernible from any other goat."

"The... there must be a way out of this! Please!"

"Yeah, we could cut your balls off", said Tiffany.

"Right again, that would stop the process but please don't scare him like that!", complained Sue. "You see Steve, all the annoying little human things are drained from you and collected right here." She cupped his balls with her hand.

Steve jumped in suprise, but the cool feeling of the rubber against his sensitive skin seemed to wash his worries away.

"Hmm, yes. All these things are turned into sticky, smelly cum and your arousal is the key. Not cum that could fertilize a human egg. Maybe your next load would still work, but I wouldn't count on it. At this point, who can say what you've already lost? Maybe some kind of basic maths, like multiplication, maybe driving a car, swimming or how to behave at a dinner party. Wouldn't that be quite a gamble?"

Her hand sneaked up over his scrotum and wrapped her thumb and index finger around his limp penis. Steve sighed in pleasure as she started to stroke him. With the stiffness slowly filling his rod the fog and the memories returned. The heave of Zoe's bosom, Linda's curves under her cocktail dress - oh yes how he had loved that ass!

"No, you wouldn't want to take that chance, would you?" Sue purred. She had stroked him to a full erection and now pressed his penis against his belly with the flat of her hand. "Think about it: You would desperately try not to get aroused to prevent your brain from draining into your balls. And with every bit of humanity sloshing around there, the pressure, the need for release would get stronger... uhu, yeah, just like that... and stronger... and stronger... Can you feel it?"

"Yes... baahaa!", Steve moaned.

His neck cramped again and his hands started to throb painfully. Sue kept rubbing his dick against his belly, spreading sticky strands of precum. For a second he worried how much of his intelligence was squeezed out uselessly with the clear fluid, only destined to dry out and flake off. But this thought was quickly drowned yet again by flashes of erotic scenes form his life. The pictures got rougher, more direct. There was Linda's broad ass again, he could almost smell her sex. He had never taken her from behind, but - oh - there was this one porn scene... He imagined himself brutally mounting his former girlfriend from behind. Drool started running from the edge of his mouth. His nostrils flared and his jaw cracked.

"Yeah, that's the way!", Sue encouraged him. "You don't need all that thinking! Yes, yes, yes, pump it all out."

Encouraged by a slight push from Tiffany behind him, Steve started rubbing against Sue's hands. He was aware that his crotch didn't look as it did before. He saw that the skin of his shaft started to connect with his belly, making his dick completely immobile for the moment. His testicles had swollen to more than double the size they were before and his pubic hair had turned white and smooth.

Steve hesitated as he saw the changes. This wasn't right. It felt so good, but that pulling and tearing in his head, the cramping is his muscles and the aching of his bones were so distracting. He raised a hand to his forehead. Two fingers had grown longer, their nails darkening and thickening. He shook his head to get rid of this dull feeling.

"Whaat's heheappening?", Steve stuttered. "I feeheel shoo... shtupid. Bahaaa! Oh nooo! Don't wahahanna behee a goat."

Tiffany pushed her head over her shoulder and pressed a wet kiss on his cheek. "Your dick says soemthing else goat boy. You want it and you know it!"

"Naaah! I don't!"

"Ah, now don't be so stubborn, you're making so much progress", Sue pouted. "I think you just need a little bit of more encouragement."

With that she leaned forward until her full lips almost touched the tip of his penis.

"Yeheesh! Suhuhuck me! Suhuhuck my diiick!", Steve grunted. Yes, that was what he needed. This would get rid of this dull feeling - or not?

"No", said Sue. She looked up to him, smiling slyly. "Do you think a billy goat would ask? If you want it so much, take it! Take it and show me what you are!"

Steve started to breath heavily. She was so close that he felt her hot breath on his dick. He tought he was already hard, but there was even more pressure building. As he watched, his glans started growing, pushing out of the skin sheath that had once been his shaft. Red, slim, and pointed it just got longer and longer with every beat of his heart.

This wasn't right. This wasn't human anymore. But the need, the lust...

"Baahaa!", he groaned. "I'm heeheuuman! I dohohon't want to."

"But wouldn't a human want me? Look!", Sue asked. With a quick motion she pulled the front of her latex dress down, revealing her big, firm, tits.

"Muahaaha!", Steve bleated.

"Yes, they are nice, aren't they?", Sue teased and twirled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The implants were clearly visible as she kneaded her tits. "I got them just fore males like you. I can see that you want me with every fibre of your body. Go for it, you beast!"

"Nohoho! I nohoho beheheast!"

"But you want to be! Do it! Do it, goat!"

"I nohoho goooaaat!" He lurchend forward, grabbing Sue's hair with both hands. He had to bend forward to force his now upward-facing dick past her lips. She squirmed in surprise, briefly trying to push him away. But he hald her firmly, as his changed manhood entered her warm, wet mouth, releasing a first squirt of impatient precum onto her tongue.

She coughed, splattering drool down her chin as he started humping into her.

"I nohoho gooaat!", Steve repeated, is voice a hollow howl.

He felt his face push forward. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, becoming tough and leathery. His upper lip split, merging with his nose to form a snout.

"Fuhuhug! Shooo goood!", bellowed splattering spit down on Sue's bent back. His upper incisors receded, just leaving the hard plate of his palate.

His legs buckled, but Tiffany caught him under his arms. So he kept humping.

Sue held onto the fur that spread on Steve's thighs. His shaggy balls slapped into her hard tits painfully. His elongated dick slid over her silky tongue, reaching far back into her throat, the bludge clearly visible for everyone in the room to see.

Steve felt his balls churn and strain. They felt ready to explode but still seemed to bloat more and more, tapping at the reserves in his consciousness. Some part of him at the back of his head noticed what was happening, how his mind was diminishing and how what remained seemed to focus mainly on rutting. Still he couldn't back down.

A sudden, painful tug at his lower back made him bleat. A true goat sound, produced in his simplifying pharynx. Tiffany had grabbed the stubby tail he was growing.

"You're taking to long, goat!", she yelled. "I'm gonna make you bust that nut."

Steve felt a sudden pressure against his asshole, as two of Tiffany's fingers rubbed against it.

"Nahaaa!", he bleated.

He tried to clench his butt cheeks together, but his sphincter muscle quickly lost tension as his changes progressed. The woman's probing fingers invaded him, spreading him open. It just took a second of rubbing and prodding until they found his prostate and bore down on it hard.

"Beheheee!"

Steve came. A jolt of electricity surged through his whole body, making him ram his rod into Sue's foaming mouth balls deep. The pressure it his testicles couldn't unload quickly enough. Painfully wads of thick cum were pumped through their cramping vessels and Steve's rigid goat dick. Tiffany's cheeks bulged, her face turning red. She couldn't swallow the oncoming flood, making it spill down her neck and onto her tits in masses. Some fluid even shot out of her nose. The moment Steve's grip lessened, Sue pushed him off without effort. Then she coughed up more of the salty liquid onto the floor.

The goat was half held up by Tiffany, half sat on the floor. He was still puming out sperm, making a sticky mess on his chest. Even his growing goatee became soaked.

"Mahahaa!", he pleaded. "Maahahake ihihit shtooop! Ihht won't shtooop! Pleeeesh! Cumming! Keeheep cumming!"

He tried reaching for his ejaculating penis, but couldn't reach it with his tinning arms. His fingers had already receded, leaving only black hooves behind. With each new spasm of his balls he thought there was nothing left of him, but it just kept coming, eating away at his brain, his muscles, his bones.

Sue wiped her messy face with the back of her glove, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and disgust.

"You could have had it easier by giving in more quickly, goat. Now it's just taking more away from you. All the mass you don't need", she sighed. "But we can't let it drain you completely, we still need a healthy beast."

With that she smacked the goat's balls with the flat of her hand. The sudden deep and hollow pain made him scream, but the spasms stopped immediately.

There was a sudden ruckus at the back of the room. A door closed and the women mumbled amongst each other. Suddenly, a younger woman stepped into the circle. She was leading an animal on a rope behind her that was clearly not inclined to go into the same direction. It was a big, black goat. It snorted, shaking its shiny mane and displaying the majestic horns.

"Look what I found, guys!", the girl shouted. "I just drove to that farm at... oh!" She finished as she saw Tiffany and Sue bending over the almost completely transformed man.

Sue cleared her throat and got up while pulling her dress over her sticky tits.

"Oh...!", she also added. "That... that's kind of embarrassing."

"So who's this?", the girl wanted to know. She grabbed her animal by the horns as he had just taken an interest in the scene and wanted to come closer.

"This?", Sue said. "Ah, he doesn't remember his name at this point anyway. Forget him. That's definitely a much better goat you got there. I know the colour isn't important, but black is much more... traditional."

"So what are we gonna do now?"

Tiffany coughed and got up. "No big deal. You get started with the ritual and I'll finish him up. I'll let him out the back once I'm done."

Sue sighed, picking some stray sperm out of a strand of her hair. "Thanks Tiff, you're the best. We'll try to go easy on the other goat so that we can re-use it a couple of times."

The women murmured in agreement. As they left, some pitiful gazes fell on the more than half changed dirty-white furred goat that lay in the middle of the room.

When they were all gone, Tiffany closed the door, went back and bent down to the small billy goat. He was visibly exhausted and dazed, but the look in his eyes mad it clear to her, that he had understood what just had happened.

"What a waste of good magic, huh?", Tiffany said, smiling at him.

"Pleeehee... sh...", his mouth worked in a chewing motion as he was searching for words. "peeheesh heheelp goaaat!"

His face hadn't completely changed yet, his snout still had somewhat human lips, his head a bit of dark hair. Tiffany wondered whether his eyes would be the last to change or if the transformation would finish with the growth of his horns. They were just tiny nubs at his forehead now. Also, for some strange reason, his ears were completely human. Everything below his neck was pretty much goat, though the mass wasn't shifted right yet. His legs were too thick and he didn't have the signature potbelly.

"Look at that little freak. I wish could keep you like that as a pet."

"Pleeheesh!"

"Can't do that though, that's too much of a risk. Also, as long as you got these-" she touched his ballsack with the tip of her boot, making him bleat again. "-the changes would finish up sooner or later. So we'll end this now."

"Nahahaa... doooo naaah!", the goat complained.

"Doncha worry. There'll be a teensy tiny bit of you remembering what you were and seeing what you are now. A bit of a gift from me to you. Now look into my eyes!"

"Nahaa... mehehe!"

The goat went slightly slack as it fixated his gaze. It started drooling again.

"Listen now, you smelly beast! Thinking is too hard for you, so stop it! There's speaking, just hollow, horny bleating. Just imagine I was your lusty nanny goat... yeah, that's the way, sucker."

The goat was visibly changing as she talked. His belly started to swell, pressing against the red tip of his penis that was just staring to get erect again.

"Oooh look at that ugly bloated tummy! Can you feel the fur on your dick? Does it make you horny, huh? Hell yeah it does? You know what? I'm not touching you. If you want to get off, you have to wank the goat way: rubbing your dick against your fat gut."

The goat obeyed, reluctantly at first, but soon put more effort into thrusting his hips while lying on the side. His ears elongated, folding up to become drooping, pointed things. The color of his eyes started to fade to brown, the pupils steching. The nubs on his forehead broke the skin without spillig a drop of blood, pushing into horns with each horny thrust.

"Oooh yeah! Hump it! Baaah! Baaah! You dirty animal! Hump yourself! More, yes! Now! Now! Baaah!"

Her last mocking bleat mixed with a real one from the goat as it spilled long ropes of seed onto the concrete floor.

"There we are", Tiffany huffed. "Finally. I'm kind of tired of doing goats all the time. But I don't want to know what we are going to do to Caroline after that affair with the gorilla." she said to herself. "Reckless thing to do."

She picked the little white goat up by the scruff of its neck. It bleated in protest but followed her to the back door of the shed.