The urge to go you knew was made worse because you said a terse "No way," to Sarah Bella, she being a lusty, slut, who sleeps with many guys, and was well known as not keeping herself as clean. She had wanted you for some times past, at parties or games, she would ask for you to follow her under the bleachers and..., well you were not her type!
Bella, the mother to her lusty daughter Sarah, the mother being a witch, or so many of your friends had said it enough times to make the suspicions about her as factual. Mother like daughter, both were sluts, and Sarah felt rejected by you, even if for the good reason of not wanting to catch what she likely had...
Granted, what old Bella did to you gifted you an increased size bladder, when it was full, you felt a dire need to get your bladder flat-empty. It was the rest of what Bella cursed you that makes your daily life and fun evenings as drastic and sexually erotic, and that is you maleness became the shape, size, color, contours, similar to what is common for buck goat.
Yea, your penis grew longer, like 14 inches when fully erect. Most girls would love a penis that long, but from the curse your penis girth is as a school pencil narrow, tapering still to a blunt ended point. Still, there were some chicks who thought your virility, the volume of your ejaculations, as often or many being six or seven orgasmic spews, as the curse enhanced the scrotum to holding testes the size of Avocados, hung low in a fur covered skin.
So what else could happen to a guy like you, or maybe if you offered to mate with saggy, baggy, old Bella, she might do you proud.
"What the Hell," you grumble as opening the bathroom door, and the smell for acrid urine and/or some un-flushed toilets strikes at your nose, you said a fated comment, "This place stinks like a goat barn!"
Walking inside the stinking and humid room, as zipping down and needing to dig in, retrieving your buck-goat sheath and stand hunched forward so that the urine won't be shot skyward, the gates of a goat bladder are released.
"Damn stinking piss barn, and then being a cursed male having to pee as if he were a male goat, what could be worse," you said, and the cursed bathroom knows just how to grant a worse feeling...
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