This choice: Transformed, all Goaty, furry, with a wild sensual sense of lust, as horny! • Go Back...Chapter #4Twelve Hours to Anna was as a Lifetime by: Pony.Mike   As Anna stood and gawked at what had become as her body, the magic of it had her feeling scared and as well quite horny. She took to petting her furred torso as she might petting a dog. While she stood in the bathroom eyeing her reflection thoughts of wanting to mingle with other goats began bothering her. Changed as she had done to herself the goat species instincts were surfacing, as she felt the need to join a herd.
A hair brush and comb on the counter presented to her an Idea to sit or lie on her bed and brush the tangles of fur into a smoother feeling pelt of goat fur. As she reached to pickup the brush and comb she found it as a difficult task, he fingers were feeling stiff as if she was getting arthritis.
Taking both items cupped by her fuzzy hands, Anna returned to set down on the side of her bed. She was a bit amazed as this time when she walked her sense of balance was much more graceful walking on her hind-like goat legs and as she looked, she would swear her two cloven hoofs were looking to have grown slightly larger. New and strange feelings were attacking her with wants to graze and what seemed as unspeakable to her, she felt a growing dire urge to meet a buck goat.
"No, no, no, I must not think about my having sex and being like I was a doe goat," Anna thought and some of what she wanted to say she spoke, but toward the last when she mentioned about a buck goat she bleated a goaty cry.
The bleated cry made he smile, she went to ask as say, "Why did I do that?" But what issued from her changed self came out as four short bleats. She hearing this, Anna grabbed for the Tome, it still open to page 19-a and picking it up she sent it on her bed.
"Tome, bleat, why, bleat, am I, bleat, bleating?"
"Mistress Master of the Tome of Magic, you read and spoke a wish from page 19-a to change yourself and become as a satiric female goat. Your words said made no direct coloration as to how much of your human self would change to become that as a doe goat.
Indeed, the horde of devils who changed your body did a fine bit of magic, but the essence of what they did has begun the final transitions to your becoming completely transformed. As during the coming two hours what remains of your human physical self will change to as if you were born a goat.
If from what I read in your mind and the bleating that causes you your concern, know this, that by not attending to specifying varied levels of change, the devil host will most assuredly go all the way. Even as I tell you of your mistake, note now that your perky human breasts are dwindling, soon to become as strong chest muscles for when your arms and hands become then as forelegs and cloven hooves.
Your saving grace is that at the end of Twelve Hours being so cursed, you will begin the changing return to be again as your original human self. Yet there is more I think it only fair to inform you and that is a body regressing back from being transformed completely as you shall be soon, the return changes can take weeks, or even months!" The Tome Spirit so wrote and reminded the novice owner of the tome.
Anna was stunned by what the Tome spirit wrote and gained for herself an understanding as she not trust the Tome to do something unless she was very specific. As this for her was a trail of what the Tome could do, she was as her breasts were growing smaller, the goat fur progressing to cover her chest fully, she had to prepare herself for becoming as all a doe goat, and soon!
Anna slapped the Tome closed and as she stood up her sense of balance was again as unsteady, she feeling more an urge to walk of all fours; but no way then could she hide the Tome into the drawer where she kept her underwear and some personal hygienic items.
After some struggle to walk across her bedroom and place the Tome into the bottom of the drawer, she had to slam closed the drawer by using her furry butt. She stood there hunched over the dresser drawers as her fuzzy finger felt searing warm and melted together, forming a set of black cloven hoofs; while her thumb became as a dewclaw.
"Oh God help me," Anna tried to say but what she heard come from her changing face and mouth were four shrill bleats.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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