This choice: One hairy bad day made odd • Go Back...Chapter #6One hairy bad day made odd by: Adobefats   The sweet smelling soap used in the shower instilled the thought of late spring flowers and the more suds it made the hornier the feelings. Stopping the stroking of arms, the soapy lather a thick foam, was not remembered it doing that before, a rinsing and grabbing for a towel to dry blurry eyes, what is the fist sight of the hands shows hairs sprouted and flourishing, grown between the fingers, about the hand with exception of the still bare palms.
Moaning an "Oh God no," the sight of what were suntanned skin on the arms has a streak of thick as inch long hairs grown from the left side of the wrist, wrapping to the underside of the forearm to upper arm, the hair being ever so black.
Patting the towel to the chest as shoulders and the back, the feel as seeing there too is hair growing, as maybe two to three inches long. This hair is also black, making the body look all black, as its owner begins to whine with worry as what is happening to him, and why?
The cloud of steam has dissipated, the bathroom ceiling fan sucking away the steam leaving the air clear to the view, but oddly scented with the scent of a wet dog smell.
Lifting a leg to dry the thigh, the buttock, the shin and foot, what rises is not the leg with what walked inside the shower stall. As there lifted and the foot set upon the corner seat to the shower stall is similar a foot, leg, and from the feel, the buttock is all that of a black furred goat!
A quick check of the other legs proves to be the same and is made wore as the toes on that elongated foot have become cloven hooves. To feel of the hooves, to wiggle them ever so slightly, the feel of it brings out upon the face a slight smile as of, if of satisfaction.
"No, what in the Hell is happening here," is said, as hearing the voice, the tone of it is not what is remembered of being capable to being still in the church choir. The voice is gravelly sounding, has an essence of terseness never heard or noticed before then. A check again of the feet and both are the same, ending in cloven hoofs, legs hunched slightly, thighs look stronger, thighs more muscular, as is the butt flat, the pelvic bone closer to the skin and having less plump-roundness. As then feeling the furry butt, touching too an anus not previously set opened to the air or plainly visible, the hand touches there a tail, a very goat-like tail.
Dashing out from the shower stall, cloven hoofs on hard tile floor offers poor footing, as slipping and grabbing for the sink and its counter top, the hands hold as the head turns and looks into the large wall mounted mirror.
"No..., what is this, that is not me?" A statement of fear said to self, for seeing there in the mirror is not that face what was shaved as looked at every morning for many years, as it is black with hair, only the eyes and lips remain devoid of the black fur.
Bare palms pat as stroke a face changed, is furry but there is more what has become different to the point of being unrecognizable to maybe even dear mother!
Then with eying the face of both a manly self and something becoming somewhat goat-like there too, two spike harsh pains erupt from the peak of the forehead. There pushing from out the skull, through the black as thicken fur come two points, two horns. As eying them to see them grow, gaining girth about the base as they get longer, curving slightly, black as is the fur, very pointy, with small rings of horn every two or so inches.
Watching the horns grow the view of the face went unnoticed until it was almost finished changing. As a human black nose grew and merged with the upper lip, the chin and jaw a muzzle appeared. Curling up of lips upper and lower reveal the teeth have taken different positioning, some to the front as are those of a grazing animal and the moulders remaining together in rows, look as if they too have expanded in size.
"Ow-baa...," as new pains strike, the shock from it emitting out a slight bleated baaing tone. As eying the mirror the sweeping changes have begun to affect the until then unchanged ears, though they were furry, were then growing. Lopping ears become furry flaps, reminding of the mcculloch hat ear flaps worn during wintry months when outside shoveling snow from off the sidewalks.
"Aw...would baa..., be-baa worse-baa...?" Is said, as bleating baas break up the slurred spoken words, making for wonderment and worry if in a short while only the goat bleats shall be then the voicing of any opinions.
Drastically changed, wondering of why, the mind searching for reasons, there then was the thought of telling that woman standing by her car, telling her she was an old goat and to go get screwed. Screwed is becoming like a goat, and what continues to rise as protrude out past the end of a fur covered sheath as portion of the lower abdomen suggests of feeling horny, wanting, lusting with each moment to be at rut with females.
Hairy hands set to holding the changed self weighted down upon the bathroom counter top, as what are hind legs to a large as tall goat stretch out behind, the tail wiggles as the erection grows out long, very reddish-pink it color, is blunt without the circumcision done at birth. It is a reflection of being beastly, as want and instinctive male lust begins to rise, stiffening the male shaft member to a rigid thing filled with passion.
Moans of undeniable lust to be male and feel as know what it is to be male, to dominate, rule, mount, rut and mate as would a Billy goat.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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