Caribbean Curse
By TheNomeKing, For ShadowFox014

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>> Part One: The Day <<

Travis sighed happily as he reached forwards and took the coffee cup from its saucer, placing it to his lips and sipped the fine Caribbean blend. He peered out across the beautiful ocean, the sun hung low in the sky and reflected across the vast waters which reached out as far as the eyes could see. Huge palm trees framed the view perfectly as he sat within a cosy chair outside of a café. An empty plate with crumbs and a chocolate covered fork lay next to the saucer as he slid the cup back onto its resting place, squinting his eyes as he looked up to peer at the beautiful white clouds in the sky. 

Four days Travis had been in this small coastal town on holiday, and he was yet to get sick of the sun, the sea and the friendly people of Puerto Rico. He was enjoying what limited time he had to enjoy the quiet, for once he didn’t have to worry about money after winning one of the smaller draws in the lottery. A couple of grand wasn’t much these days, but it was enough for a holiday and few treats on the side. He took another sip of his dark Americano coffee as he adjusted his dark green cadet cap, which had been doing a stellar job of keeping the sun out of his eyes. He chuckled while he watched some lighter skin tourists wandering down the road, their backs burned to a crisp from the unforgiving Caribbean sun. 

Travis finally finished his coffee and stood up, reaching into the back pocket of his khaki cargo shorts and pulled out a brown leather wallet. He slid two ten dollar bills beneath the saucer before leaving the restaurant, crossing the road and strolled down the walkway. The warm wind braced against his deep blue shirt as he strolled down the pathway, his light brown hair bustling in the wind. 

“Oh, I wonder” Travis remarked, remembering to check his notifications. He picked his smartphone out of his other pocket and began browsing through the emails on his phone, checking the status updates for commissions. As he looked down, he noticed that the glare from the sun that shone on the sidewalk began to fade, as if the sun suddenly disappeared behind some clouds, and the once bright midday light faded into overcast. A deep thundering noise sounded in the distance, like the noise of a distant thunderstorm, and Travis felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the wind suddenly stopped still.

He looked up, and found that the skies had darkened, the sun now hid behind some dark clouds. He squinted and looked down the road, and couldn’t see the sunburned tourists he’d spotted before, nor anybody else for that matter. It all seemed far too empty and quiet, as if the world had stopped around him. He turned his head towards the other side of the road, his eyes suddenly lighting up with excitement as he found what appeared to be an oddities shop. 

“Oh!” He remarked with a peaked interest, and quickly crossed the road towards the shop window. All manner of weird and strange items filled the messy display window, wooden boxes with occult symbols, candles, smoking pipes, snuff containers, dream catchers and huge leather-bound tomes. Travis absolutely loved these kinds of shops and walked across to the entrance, opening the door and immediately being hit the stench of incense. 

He grinned like a child at Christmas time as he walked through the cluttered shop, his eyes delighted at everything he saw. Large wooden totems stood around display cases filled with dowsing charms, divination pendulums, and jewellery which appeared to be handmade. All sorts of swords, knives and carved skulls lined the walls and shelves of the store, and pictures of dragons, witches and all manner of mythical creature were displayed as beautifully crafted paintings all around the shop.

“Can I help ya mah dear?” Said a mysterious Jamaican voice that originated behind Travis, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin with fright.

“ARGHHH Jeeeesus….christ!” Travis screamed in shock, turning round to see the old kindly face of an old lady sitting behind a counter at the end of the shop. She was dressed in a rather breezy dress and had a myriad of wooden charms hanging from her neck and long black hair, her dark wrinkled skin and tightly bound dreadlocks would’ve seemed quite charming had Travis not nearly soiled himself from shock. 

“AH, s…sorry!” He chuckled, the old lady laughed heartily and showed a gummy grin, before waving a frail hand in a gesturing motion, ushering Travis forwards. He gulped and walked towards the wooden counter, and spotted a few trinkets and stones for sale on either side of the surface.

“Y’all right thar young one, now what can Miss Barrett do for you? Might ya be wantin’ some voodoo for healin’ luck? Or maybe some trinkets? You’ve got a nice one there methinks” She chuckled as she pointed over to Travis’ gold Canadian coin that hung from a black cord around his neck, bearing the visage of a beaver. As Travis looked down at his necklace, she pulled out a large book from beneath the wooden counter where she sat, a myriad of different dream catchers hung behind her as she slid the tome onto the table. Opening it up, Travis looked back up to see that it contained a list of transactions, all lovingly hand written.

“Oh this? Nah it’s just a keepsake. And I was just browsing, I…errr don’t really believe in magic” Travis said as he blushed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and a few beads of sweat trickled down the brown skin of his forehead thanks to the hot shop and his sudden shock. 

“Well, why not?” The old lady replied disappointingly, resting her hands on the open pages with a quill in her hand, her face dropping with confusion.

“Well it’s not real is it? No evidence to support and all that” Travis replied, unknowingly insulting the old Jamaican lady as her face turned to express anger.

“Well ah never!” She said with an annoyed grunt, reaching back down and slamming’ the book shut while continuing to grumble “I never be knowin’ of such rudeness in mah whole life!”

“Oh no no I didn’t mean…Well I did…but, I didn’t mean to offend” Travis said as he raised his hands up in shock of what he’d just said, his eyes opening wide with the horrible realisation that he’d just offended the old lady, and didn’t help himself but digging an even deeper metaphorical hole.

“Well offend ya’ did lad’, ya should be mar’ careful wit wat you say!” She hissed venomously, sliding the book back down and reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch made from some sort of animal scrotum. Reaching inside she pulled out some dust and puffed it in Travis’ direction, the fine silver particles shimmered in the air as they blew over Travis’ face, causing him to suddenly start to sputtering and coughing.

“Fuckin’! Jeez lady what the hell’s wrong with you!?” Travis shouted in confused anger as he backed off, rubbing his eye and coughing out the particles, unintentionally breathing some of them in as he brushed his shirt down.

“Y’all who’ve slighted me shall be sighted to be cursed!” She muttered, chanting loudly as she closed her eyes and waved her hands in the air. “Ya offence has’ already been smote, so too has y’all arrogancy! Less than a day til y’all be bleating as a goat, and I tear from you; your humanity!”

“Y…yeah ok lady, wha…whatever you say. J…just say the fuck away from me” Travis coughed as he backed away, opening the door whilst rubbing his eyes, coughing and spluttering loudly as he quickly left the shop. He didn’t look back as he ran down the dimly lit road, hearing the loud laughter of the strange ‘Miss Barrett’ in the distance. The laughter seemed to echo loudly all around him as he ran down a side street, the entire town seemingly devoid of people who might’ve been of assistance. He stopped and leaned against a wall, panting as the last of the dust seemed to disappear. He closed his eyes and panted deeply, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating with the sudden panic. Another distant thunder sounded in the distance, almost identical to the one he’d heard earlier. He opened his eyes and was blinded by the glare on in his eyes from the bright sun reflecting off the pavement.
 
“ARghh! Shit wha…..what now?” He shouted as blinked rapidly, his eyes straining to adjust quickly to the sudden overexposure of light. After a few seconds he looked to see that the sun had suddenly come out, the familiar Caribbean sky shone above and the dark clouds that’d plagued the sky seemed to be absent, as if they’d disappeared all at once. 

“Wha…what the fuck. I godda get back to the hotel” Travis said, rubbing his head down and slid his loose cadet cap around his head, taking a deep breath before walking back to the street. He didn’t look back and didn’t want to, he simply walked the short thirty minute journey back home until the large luxurious hotel that sat at the edge of town came into view. After walking through the lobby, nodding at the bald Nigerian receptionist who always seemed very polite; he quickly jumped into an elevator and took it up to his floor. He felt glad to be back in the hotel, and began to calm down as he heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator opening its doors to his floor. After a short jaunt across the hallway he arrived at his room, and quickly darted inside after unlocking the door with his cardkey, sighing loudly he was finally able to relax and calm down within the safety of his hotel room. 

“Ahhhh, much better...what a crazy bitch” He muttered as he walked through the spacious bedroom which had a beautiful double bed placed near the door. A television faced the bed on the opposing wall, and a large window that looked out over the town and ocean presided over the room, giving him one of the best vistas he’d ever seen in a hotel. Another door to his left led into the bathroom, and he reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, sliding onto the bed and grabbing his laptop from the side. He began to browse through the local listings for restaurants, as his stomach had started to grumble. For some reason he had the taste for something light, like a salad, and he started looking through Googleplex for good places to eat. He chuckled after finding a nice restaurant he could dine at, and decided to get himself freshened up before heading out. 

Travis leaped off the bed and walked across the soft carpet, then onto the smooth tiles of the bathroom whilst scratching the short beard which tipped his chin, pondering as to whether he needed to shave his cheeks, which did feel a little rough. After tugging the cord to turn the lights on, he wandered over to the toilet, whistling a tune from one of his favourite TV shows and unzipped his cargo shorts.

“Wh…what the hell?” Travis muttered quietly as he’d reached into his underpants to tug out his cut cock, only to find a soft mass of hair surrounding it. Unlike his dark brown pubic hair, these short fuzzy fibres covered his skin like a carpet, leaving almost none of his dark skin to see. The hair also did not appear to be of the same dark brown colour he was used to, but instead it shimmered beneath the bathroom light as a light shade of cream!

“What’s going…oh my god!” Travis blurted out in shock at the sight of his prick, the head of which; had begun to grow longer and more pointed. Not only that, but the deep brown skin of his shaft had started to sag and roll upwards, forming a strange rudimentary foreskin which began to disconnect from the rim of his glans until it had become entirely separate.

“The fuck is going on!” Travis cried out at the sight of his changing manhood, which looked less like the cock he was used to with every second that passed. Despite these strange changes, Travis was curious, and his fascination got the better of him as he gently reached down to inspect the strange changes, stroking his hands through the mass of hair. He bit his bottom lip as the softness of his new lightly coloured fuzz, which felt oddly pleasurable. Sensual, even! 

Travis’ fingertips wandered through the thick fuzzy hair until he felt his fingertips brace across the sensitive flesh of his shaft. Blood rushed into his member at the sudden shock of arousal, and slowly but surely, the once soft flesh began to grow stiffer and larger. 

“Ohhh sh….shit” Travis stuttered as his fingers slid across the loose skin, which felt about twice as sensitive as he was used to. The skin of his shaft never felt that delicate, nor did his glans, but it certainly wasn’t an unpleasant feeling to be beholden to. His twisted fascination got the better of him as his curious fingertips slid upwards to touch his pointed glans, a quiet moan leaving his mouth at the surge of heat that spread down his cock from the hypersensitive tip of his manhood.

“Oh maaaan, it n…never used to feel this g…aaahh!” Travis gasped at the sensation of his fingertips against the newly sensitive flesh of his glans, moaning as more blood surged into his member, which began to make his cock grow larger and thicker. As Travis’ cock became fully engorged with blood, he felt a pleasurable pulsating sensation around his prostate, as if the muscles surrounding the gland had started to twist and contract rhythmically. He grunted at the feeling of fluid oozing out of his erect cock and looked down to see the clear pre-cum he was used to, a sudden surge of pleasure shot into his loins as he gripped his member tightly with his hand.

“Oh jeez! S…something’s not right!” Travis groaned loudly, the muscles in his arms and belly twitched with delight as he began to rub the loose skin back and forth across his stretching glans, using it like a rudimentary foreskin. His balls began to throb and churn within his hairy scrotum as the skin started to sag. Every stroke he took he could feel his ball sack slowly tugging downwards, as if the skin was becoming looser and his balls were growing heavier. In reality both of these were the case, for as Travis closed his eyes and massaged his member; his testicles slowly began to swell and expand which dragged his scrotum down with them. Travis stepped back from the toilet and gasped, his thoughts rapidly devolving as his brain was flooded with testosterone and his blood burned with a desperate desire to ejaculate. Travis let loose a sudden whimper of confused pleasure as he began to feel his dick stretching forwards, as if it was inching out and growing longer with every single loving rub he applied to the hypersensitive skin.

“Ahhhh w…what’s th…aahhhh!” Travis cried out before stumbling backwards, grunting as his back struck the flat wall that faced the sink and mirror. Whilst licking his lips in delight of his masturbatory changes, Travis gripped the base of his shorts and underpants before pushing them down his legs in a bid to get them off. With his underpants and shorts now hanging round his legs, he started to slowly slide down the wall until he felt his naked ass press against the floor, then spread his legs apart as far as possible, as his feet remained locked around his shorts. Travis let loose a sudden whimper of shock at the feeling of his sagging testicles pressing against the cold tiles of the bathroom, sending shivers of cooling sensual bliss through his loins. Travis let loose a shudder at this strange feeling of having his balls sagging down so far, his hand moving up to stroke the long growing head of his shaft, and bit his bottom lip at the growing tension his transformation seemed to have on his throbbing prostate. His hands moved upwards as he explored his lengthening glans, stroking the head of his cock which had been gradually changing colour; from pink to a bright rocket red. He gasped at the realising the mere tip of his cock had grown so long and thick, it was almost large enough to grasp. At the same time, he felt a gentle tingling within his crotch where the soft cream hair had sprouted from his skin. Like a more pleasant version of pins and needles; this strange sensation began to spread across his crotch, tingling up towards his lower belly and balls. With his eyes shut tight, Travis tried to gather every ounce of willpower he could muster. He knew whatever was happening, probably wasn’t good, and his intentions were to resist the urges that plagued his psyche, even though his actions reflected quite a different state of mind.

A strange sound started to emanate from Travis’ ears, which seemed to be akin to the noise a rusty door or creaking hinge might make when it lacked ample lubrication. Travis opened his mouth and gasped and muttered “Ohhh fu..ucck what the h…hell is that!” before reaching a hand up to inspect an accompanying sensation of vibration that rippled through his ears and shuddered into his skull. To his disbelief, he could feel the tips of his ears growing longer as the lobes expanded. The cartilage creaked as it began to stretch forwards, becoming thinner, wider and more rounded in shape. The weight of his growing ears rapidly started to take a toll on their ability to retain an upright position, until the tips of the wide sagging lobes flopped over his ear canal. The tingling seemed to spread through his hair and across the expanding floppy earlobes, until Travis’ curious finger was able to feel something spreading across the surface of the stretching skin. The same soft hairs were sprouting forth from the pores, slowly coating the top and undersides of his long floppy earlobes, which looked less and less human as the seconds flew by. Travis suddenly gasped at a sudden surge of heat that poured through his cock, which felt as if searing hot blood had suddenly emptied into his member.
 
Travis opened his eyes and turned his head down to his crotch, realising that he’d been stroking merely the extended head of his cock the entire time, which had grown longer than his old human member. His ears shuddered as they grew longer, rounder and flatter with every stroke of his fingers against the sensitive red flesh, his moans of pleasure becoming louder as he felt another wave of heat flushing into his loins. The searing wave of heat poured into the skin surrounding his shaft as the flesh of his belly began to rapidly stick and fuse with the disconnected exterior of his shaft. A panicked cry of protest left Travis’ mouth “NNoo! NO NGHHHHAHHHH!” before his words devolved into a cry of pleasure at the feeling of his flesh fusing. 

As if somebody had coated his cock and belly with sensually hot superglue; the flesh adhered together and began to fuse, rapidly become one! The strange cream coloured fuzz that’d replaced his pubic hairs began to move aside and grow across his former human shaft. These new hairs also began to tingle up across his belly, and down his sagging scrotum towards his throbbing testicles. These sensual lightly coloured hairs seemed to spread like some sort of weird skin condition, converting the human skin until all that was left was a soft animalistic hide.

“NNnnghh s…staaaahhh! OHhh god I….”Travis cried out as he leaned his head back at the sudden rush of orgasmic pleasure that shot into his loins, realising that his prostate was throbbing with increasing intensity, bringing him close to orgasm. He closed his eyes and reached a hand up to stroke the long long stretching ears that’d begun to extend over the sides of his cheeks, shuddering with delight at how soft and sensual he found them. Despite everything, Travis began to lose his faculties, his eyes rolling upwards as he drooled and groaned with the sensual bliss his changing body wrought upon him. His ears gained length and width with every second that passed, his legs shook on the floor as his other hand stroked the long stretching animalistic cock that jutted from his former manhood, which had now entirely fused with his fuzzy crotch. His eyes opened again as he started at the light fixture in the ceiling, his mouth opening wide as he drooled and stammered “I c…aaan’t s….stooooop it!”

His right hand reached back down to grasp his growing cock head, feeling the smooth human flesh become stiff and pliant, as something started to slide up within the supple veiny flesh. His left hand stroked the long floppy ears, revelling in the feeling of his new cream fur spreading out from his skin, his mind awash with adrenaline, testosterone and the conflicted emotions of pleasure and fear. He could feel his glands growing longer, thinner and the tip more pointed. Meanwhile, the former human shaft that’d fused with his crotch became totally covered with the same light fuzz, until his former manhood had been totally consumed to give rise to a new bestial looking cock! 

“Aahhh soooo cl…clooose!” Travis cried out as he looked down at his transformed cock, seeing the long bright red shaft extending from the loose skin of his former cock, which now functioned as a furry animalistic sheath. His eyes wandered over his changed anatomy, realising now what it reminded him of. A sudden creaking sensation began to shudder within his nose before crying out loudly “Nooooo! I ca…aaaaaan’t be r…reeeeaaal!” whilst gripping the pointed tip of his new animal cock tightly, feeling a sudden rush of orgasmic pleasure and heat flushing through his body.

“NGHhhh, Mmmmmm…BAAAAAAH!!” Travis grunted loudly before an orgasm overtook his voice and parted a loud inhuman sound past his lips. His eyes widened as a loud bestial bleat left his throat, the sound causing a terrified look of realisation to spread across Travis’ face. His horrifying apprehension of his transformative situation sent a wave of fear through the terrified American’s chest, until his attention was dragged back to the sensuality of his morphing flesh as a sudden wave of orgasmic heat flushed through his long bestial dick.

Travis let out a groan as he felt his face snapping and creaked forwards, as his upper lip and nose began to stretch out. His voice began to warp and deepen slightly as his face shifted out, his jaw snapped rather violently and caused a ripple of vibration to shudder through his skull. Heat burned within his nostrils as he moved his hand around from his long floppy furry ears to his face, his fingertips stroking the stretching flesh and feeling the shuddering vibration of morphing bone. 

Another moan left Travis’ mouth, the human cries of pleasure quickly warped into the laboured bleats of a goat in pleasure before he opened his eyes wide and clenched his ass. A torrent of cum ejaculated violently from the tip of his long pointed dick, spraying high in the air as his massive fuzzy balls clenched upwards at the pounding pleasure of his orgasm . For a split second, Travis was totally consumed by the intensity of his orgasm, the pleasure of this climax was unlike any other he’d had before, causing all reason to leave his mind for that moment of sheer ecstasy that consumed. His face shuddered as his nostrils began to move apart, his mouth tingled as a split formed in his Philtrum, separating the two parts of his upper lip. His nostrils became longer and thinner as his nose snapped forwards slightly. The literal shower of seed rained down upon the pleasure drunk Travis’, his seed splattering over his chest, sheath and face as his cock shuddered its last squirts of cum with the delight of his transformative orgasm. Finally, after a few minutes of panting, the throbbing and afterglow of his orgasm began to die down, until the exhausted Travis was left lying on the bathroom floor, panting and gasping in shock and awe.
 
With his arms slumped down at his sides, Travis peered down and watched his long slim member slowly shrink as it pulled back into its fuzzy home. He could feel something moving down within his sheath, like a hard structure of some kind that’d kept his new cock erect. Finally the tip slid down beneath the furry sheath, leaving only the bright red tip visible before he felt his furry balls slowly sagging down once again, pulsating against his leg. Travis reached up and began to inspect his nose, and pushed his tongue out to feel the split in his lip and the strange configuration of his nose. He pushed his tongue out even further, not feeling any strain on the back of the slippery muscle.

“Mmnm..baaaaaah!” Travis cried out quietly, his moans twisting into a gentle bleat as he slurped his longer tongue up and lapped the sticky cum from his nostrils, somewhat enjoying how sensitive and pliant his lips and nose had become. He found that there was no fur on the snout that’d formed from his human face, his former human features were still mostly visible, though he certainly didn’t look entirely human anymore. After a few minutes of inspecting the changed nostrils and lips of his new snout, he reached across and grabbed some toilet roll, using it to dab and clean up the rest of the ejaculate from his sticky skin and furry sheath.

With wobbling legs and weak arms, Travis pulled himself back up onto his feet. His eyes opened wide at his reflection in the mirror that hung above the sink next to the toilet. The change in his nostrils and face had been quite minor, but it was his large floppy ears that stood out the most.

“Whaaaaa….what the hell?” Travis said, his voice trailing off into a slight bleat, which he quickly gulped back down and continued his sentence. After walking over to the sink he removed his cadet cap and peered into the mirror, inspecting his changed snout and long furry ears. As he ran his fingers across the dark stretched furless skin of his partial muzzle, he found that his nostrils had moved apart and become thinner, appearing more like slits with a central bridge separating the two. His upper lip had split, and a clear line connected the bridge of his nose and slit like nostrils, which gave his snout a distinctively goatish appearance. His dark hair seemed to merge seamlessly with the lightly coloured fuzzy fur that coated his long flat ears, which felt amazingly sensual as Travis stroked the surface. He lifted up the flaps and saw that his lower earlobes had shrunk significantly, leaving him with slightly larger fuzzy hole which functioned as his reconfigured ear canal. 

Travis stared in disbelief for a time, unable to really truly accept what’d transpired. He felt his heart sinking within his chest, and he realised that it felt far to lucid to be a dream, whatever was happening, was happening for real! All of a sudden, he realised what had caused these bizarre changes.

“HER!” He snarled angrily, looking down at his crotch and peering at his former human manhood, which had now been replaced with the sheath, cock and testes of a male goat. Travis thought that she’d just been a mad old lady, clearly senile or out of his mind to be claiming he was cursed to become a billy goat. He didn’t believe in magic either, but after what he’d just experienced; he was willing to stretch his beliefs. One thing was for certain, he couldn’t allow this so called ‘curse’ to consume him! He needed to reverse it, or at least prevent it from changing him even further.

“Can’t go tonight, shit!” Travis muttered to himself, realising that his appearance made going to a restaurant impossible, and considering how people would probably be out drinking at this time of night; he couldn’t go to see the lady immediately. The shop was probably shut anyway, and Travis imagined the old bag within some dingy basement or cave, stereotypically casting hexes and spells over a bubbling cauldron. 

“Bitch” He muttered as he slid his hands off the sink and walked back into the room, and peered through the huge window to see that the sun had started to set over the horizon. His stomach growled, and Travis realised he couldn’t go downstairs either, not with his long ears and changed face.

“Ah I know!” He said with a smile curling across his muscular goatish lips, and wandered over to the service phone that sat on his bedside table. He looked up the service numbers, and knew exactly what he’d do. He’d order some food in, watch some television and ignore all the weird changes to his body. Hold out until the morning, leave early for the shop and beg the lady to change him back. She might have to pay her some fee or wager, or maybe some stupid task she wanted taking care of, but at this point he didn’t care. He just wanted to be back to his old. Travis cleared his throat, concentrated on not losing control of his voice as he’d done before, he certainly didn’t want to accidently bleat down the telephone. The telephone started to ring, before he heard the friendly voice of the receptionist picking up to ask what service he required, before Travis replied…

“Ah yes, I’d like have a salad sent up to my room please!”

>> Part Two: The Night << 

Moonlight poured through the open widow of Travis’s room as he lay naked on the bed with the television remote in hand, his eyes peering at the screen as he lazily flicked through the channels. An empty plate and coke bottle sat on the floor beside the bed, with a receipt for the additional cost of a large salad and drink to his bill. Travis burped and continued flicking through the channels in an ill-conceived attempt to find something interesting to watch.

“Never anything good on” Travis said as he scratched his long floppy ears, enjoying how soft the fur felt, but he wasn’t quite used to how they hung down over the sides of his head. Travis figured that if he could distract himself for the entire evening, he could make it back to the shop at the crack of dawn, and beg the old lady to spare him further changes. He’d gone over several imaginary interactions in his mind, of how the conversation might go. But he knew he’d just need to avoid saying anything untoward, and be polite to the old bag. Unsurprisingly his transformation had slowed town quite dramatically, but he could still occasionally feel new prickling strands of fur pushing out of his belly, a constant reminder that he was still slowly changing.

Travis continued to flick though he channels, zipping through commercials, bad TV shows and old cartoons, with nothing on the television catching his interest long enough to sate his boredom. All of a sudden his ears wiggled with interest as he switched over to an educational programmeme on farming. His eyes lit up with curiosity and his goat-like nostrils widened as he leaned forwards, sitting up in the bed as he started to watch the programmeme on the types of farming equipment they used, and the methods of running a farm and keeping livestock. For some strange reason; Travis was quite curious about the sorts of animals they used on farms, and began to imagine himself in such a place. The TV show quickly diverted to a new section, which began talking about milking cows and the maintenance of the machinery. 

“But sometimes, more traditional methods are needed. Within smaller farming communities, they use dairy goats, and do everything by hand!” A male narrator said as the show started to display images of goats wandering around in a field. 

Travis’ heart began to race as they changed scenes, showing a lady milking the huge heavy udders of a nanny goat. He could hear the bleating through the television as they began to describe how heavy their mammaries got, and how often they needed to be milked. Travis’ body began to react to these new delightful images, which stirred something deep inside of him, until he began to feel rather hot and flustered. Slowly but surely, the images of the nanny goat upon the screen forced blood into his crotch, until he started to feel his bright red goat cock slide out gently from his fuzzy sheath as the newly formed baculum produced an unwanted erection.

“Mmm? Oh no, don’t you dare” Travis said as looked down to see his goat cock sliding free of its furry home, before protesting at his body’s undesirable reaction to the images and grabbed the covers to throw them over his waist. He pressed down against his member and grunted in a fruitless attempt to distract himself while he grabbed the remote and pointed it toward the television with the intention of turning it off.
 
“But like cows; Dairy goats need to be kept pregnant to produce all the milk we take for granted. Here we have the role of the Billy goat, a strong horned male that has one of the best jobs around!” The narrator said with a chuckle in his voice as the camera panned over to a picture of a male goat with long pointed horns, sniffing the side of a nanny goat’s flanks. 

Travis grunted as he tried to bring himself to press the power button upon the remote, but his eyes were fixed upon the sight of the nanny goat being sniffed and inspected by the buck. His own goat-like nostrils began to flare as he started to lick his lips, his bestial cock sliding up hard against the covers as he started to lose control once again.

“Urgh, n…not fair” Travis whimpered as he looked down to his member, seeing the large pointed bulge pushing out from beneath the covers, before he whipped the sheets back and looked down at his long throbbing goat cock. He reached down and gently began to stroke the underside of his bright red animal prick, blushing and shaking with pleasure before remarking “One more can’t hurt”

“Once the billy goat smells the female, he mounts her. And as you can see, he’s quite a rough customer!” the narrator on the show said, as he continued to talk in ways that didn’t help Travis’ attempts at resisting his newfound animal urges. The television showed a close up image of the two goats that stood in the field as the camera zoomed in, and Travis’ heartbeat began to race as he watched the male mount the nanny goat. Another wave of heat flushed into his loins as he slowly began to rub his long hard goat prick, his eyes transfixed upon the television show’s near pornographic content.

“Wh…what the fuck is this programmeme? Who’d make this?” Travis quietly moaned in confusion as he leaned forwards, continuing to watch the rather explicit programme, stroking his throbbing animal cock at the sight of the male billy goat thrusting in and out of the female. His body shivered and his hand clenched around his girth at the sounds that came from the television, his furry pendulous ears picking up their loud bleats of pleasure which only served to make him feel even more vexed. Travis leaned forwards and edged his face towards the television screen, his wide brown eyes staring at the image of the mating goats that’d been displayed before him, as if the television show itself was torturing him with the images that did much to thwart his attempts at resisting the primal urges that dominated his actions.

Travis groaned as he felt the tip of cock tingle, pre-cum oozed forth from his long thin goat cock and dribbled down his length. Against his better judgement, Travis reached his trembling fingers upward slid his hand across the tip, using the natural lubrication of his oozing prick to aid his masturbation brought on by the television show. It terrified him that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this visage of mating goats, that he couldn’t drag his hand away from his manhood. Yet he realised how weird it was, how wrong it was to be finding such things arousing, yet he couldn’t stop himself. The more he stroked his long goat-like cock, the more he lost control, and any chance he had of stopping himself only seemed to grow further and further away.

“Urgh! Wh…aaaat the fuck am I dooooooing!” Travis cried out as he felt his throbbing goat cock shaking, his long droopy ears twitched as he began to feel the familiar sensation of prickling pins and needles spread across his backside. Travis knew what it meant, he understood what would happen if he continued. But he just couldn’t stop! A sudden pop sounded from Travis’ right hand, and without much warning he felt his fingers seizing up, causing his grip to rapidly weaken. 

“Ngh…noo!” Travis cried out as he felt his thumb fail to wrap properly around his long thin goatish cock, his moans of protest continued “Nooo I just started!” until he swapped hand in an attempted to alleviate the problem. Alas, this only made things worse as he switched hands, his fingers creaking as they began to stretch out, while his thumb failed to form any meaningful function as the joint seemed to lock up. 

He could hear the bones snapping within his fingers, but also within his toes and feet. Mere moments later he began to feel a familiarly strange sensation of creaking bone within his spine, which started to manifest outwards from his stretching tailbone. Though as much as his seizing hands and lack of grip was actually a blessing in disguise, for it gave him a chance to stop himself from the current course; he simply could not resist the urge to climax. His prostate ached and pounded his insides, his huge furry goat testicles pumped an enormous amount of testosterone into his bloodstream, which made resistance all but impossible.

“Ngg…neeeed to get off!” Travis cried out as he reached behind him, and didn’t even notice one of his words extending out into a gentle half-human, half-goatish bleat of frustration. With his limited grip he snatched a pillow from the end of the bed behind his feet, and slid it across so it rested beneath his belly. With his hands he pressed down on either side of the pillow, he carelessly thrust his bright red goat cock between the pillow and sheets, letting out a sudden gasp of bliss at the feeling it provided.

“Mmm! Mmmmbaaaaaa! Whaaaaat am I d…dooooing!” Travis shouted in aroused confusion, his voice now audibly breaking into bleats as he felt the sudden snapping sensations wracking his feet and hands, though this didn’t distract him from humping the pillow with his long red goat cock. The makeshift attempt at a crude fleshlight wasn’t perfect, but it provided enough friction and sensation to sate the horny American for the time being. He certainly hadn’t the patience to be picky, as his overpowering lust seemed to be ever consuming, his mind now totally unable to resist the lure of his next goatish orgasm. 

His furry balls pulsated and rocked against the pillow as he thrust back and forth, licking his small goatish snout and using both of his changing hands to keep the pillow in place. With every stroke against the soft sheets, with every shudder of pleasure that shot into his body; Travis feel the bones in his hands and feet extending forwards, while his thumb began to feel less and less mobile with every second that transpired. His attention however, was on the surreal television programme, which seemed as if it was directly taunting Travis now with the way it displayed the mating goats in an almost exhibitionist manner

“Look how the billy goat’s hindquarters shake as he nears his climax, the female seems to be very happy indeed! Look how she’s bleating!” The narrator said with the tone of growing excitement in his voice, his chuckling laughter echoed through the speakers as it seemed to taunt Travis. Despite the strange nature of this programme, Travis kept his eyes glued to the screen, and found himself quite unable to tear his gaze away from the television as the camera zooned in on the mating goats, which only seemed to drive the horny half-human further towards his eventual doom. Tingling sensation of growing fur spread up from his balls and between his buttocks, rapidly covering the dark human skin and inching towards a forming lump that’d appeared above the cleft of his buttocks.

 Travis could not only feel the strange stretching sensation of flesh and creaking bone that seemed to emanate from this area, but he could also feel his anus throbbing with heat, his prostate aching for release as his internal organs began to shift. A ring of muscle within his ass began to stretch upwards, tugging his anus towards the growth as it expanded outwards. The changing position of his asshole felt as if someday was sliding some warm dildo inside his pucker and dragging it upwards, like they were moulding his flesh as easily as shaping clay. 

“NNgghh…NNoooaaahhh! Caaa...baaaaahhhh! Caaaan’t stoooop!” Travis shuddered and cried out before his voice broke into the fully formed bleats of a male billy goat. His floppy furry ears twitched as he licked his nostrils with his long tongue, gasping and panting as his thrusts increased in speed and intensity. His bleats of pleasure were not only directed at the sights of the show and the sensations of his throbbing goat cock, but also due to the delightful feeling of change in his ass and hands. 

As his expanding appendage grew forth from his backside, tugging flesh, muscle and skin along with it; he could also feel his feet expanding out. Creaking bones and popping ligament shuddered through his feet as they grew out, pulling all his digits along with the extension of his foot. The growth in his large and little toes seemed stunted however compared the rest of his digits, and this was mimicked on his hands. 

His first, index and ring fingers stretched forwards with his expanding hands, leaving his thumb and little finger to gradually shrink at the same rate that the others grew. Both his hands and feet expanded outwards, all the while he could feel a similar creaking sensation shuddering through the digits which grew larger, which manifested itself as the rapid expansion of his nails.

Travis’ ass clenched tight around his prostate as he eyes bulged wide at the sight of the billy thrusting into the nanny goat with shocking speed, and began to mimic the movement with his own hips. 

He was sickened and turned on by the horrifying realisation of what his imagination began to conjure, until he started to accept his desires and revel in the thought that the goat displayed upon the show, was him! Travis couldn’t tear his eyes away, he couldn’t stop his thrusting, and through all the attempted resistance to this feeling; he began to want it!

“Look how fast our fella is pounding that nanny, I bet you all at home are envious of that billy goat, eh!?” The announcer said as they zoomed towards the nanny goat’s swollen udders, and it was at this point Travis realised that this show wasn’t real! Perhaps some magical trickery or a strange conjuration of his imagination. Whatever it was, it changed nothing. And Travis continued to hump, bleat and loose more and more of his former human self to the lust that consumed hm.

“NNngggaaahhh…BAAAAAAHHH!” Travis cried out, his words twisting into bleats as he tried to form words of resistance, trying hard to actualise how he didn’t want this, how he didn’t want to replace that billy goat on the television programme, nor how he didn’t love the sensation of the changes which ravaged his body.

Alas, no words of resistance left his mouth. Only bleats parted Travis’ thick goatish lips as he felt his anus tugging upwards even further, the expanding appendage which grew up from the cleft of his buttocks began to twitch on its own accord. Fur that grew up from the Travis’ now furry lower body, spread up and tingled across the tail, which he began to sense as merely another part of his body. A gasp of shock left his mouth as Travis felt a sudden wave of sensation strike his brain, his nervous system connecting and extending to the tip of his new growth. As Travis felt the new muscles twitching and shaking, he knew what this expansion of his spine was, and he somewhat enjoyed the sensation of wiggling his new short furry goat tail. The fur continued to spread up between his buttocks and around his tingling anus, which tugged up beneath the dock of his short goatish tail, while the fur at the tip of his new animal appendage grew darker. His limp furry ears twitched with delight at the sensation of his new tail, which felt oddly pleasing to twitch and wiggle about as the last of the stretching bones popped into place. 

Travis shook his newly grown goat tail, moaning as he reached back with his stretching hand and expanding fingernails to inspect the fuzzy rear end and short brown appendage that wiggled from his posterior. The fur didn’t stop there however, it continued to grow up his back and over his belly, consuming whatever flesh it could, leaving nothing but the soft hide of a goat in its wake. 

“Ohhhh g…god it’s a t…tail! I’ve g…got a taaaaaail!?” Travis cried out as his words trailed into bleats, his eyes widening and his mouth agape with shock, realising the true completeness of his fate. However terrifying and arousing the thought of becoming a stupid four legged goat was to Travis, this did not, and could not change his actions. He continued to grind and hump the pillow, letting out loud bleats of uncontrollable pleasure as he stared at the mating goats on screen. Yet despite his best efforts, his cock still yearned for release, and his aching prostate that now pulsated deep within his tight goat asshole, begged to explode. His terrified eyes looked upon the billy goat on the television, its long face and fuzzy body was a conscious reminder of his fate, it was that which he’d become were he unable to stop himself.

But Travis could not stop, and he no longer wanted to stop. He grew tired of fighting and merely wanted to be free of this sexual torment. Until he finally gave up his struggle, and began to surrender to the desperate need that plagued his body. Travis’ tail shook happily as he began to drool at the image before him, thrusting hard and fast against the soft pillow, his oozing pre-cum providing a small amount of lubrication to reduce the friction. It mattered not to the changing human, for his mind was not within the hotel room, it was far away; in a field filled with nanny goats.

“That’s right Travis! That’s you there, fuckin’ that nanny goat like the dumb beast you are!” The narrator said through the television, now audibly addressing Travis whilst the billy goat upon the screen thrust harder and faster, his bleats becoming louder and longer to mimic those of the nanny goat. Travis couldn’t discern what was real anymore, but couldn’t stop to question what he heard or saw, all that concerned him; was what he needed…and what he felt!

And he felt his hands and feet stretching out, the fur which had spread down from his backside, began to tingle across his legs, towards his growing feet. He grunted and let out a crying bleat of pleasure as his hands stretched forwards even further, leaving his shrinking thumb and little fingers behind. The nails grew larger until his index and ring fingers started to fuse together, the nails melding into one before he felt the same change ravaging the digits of his feet. Fur spread up his body, covering his shoulders as it made its way down his upper arms. 

He could feel his face starting to stretch forwards again, his eyes still transfixed upon the screen, his growing snout visible now in his peripheral vision, which only added to his heightened awareness that he was becoming more like the goat displayed upon the television screen. Not only that, but he could feel the familiar tingling growth of fur wrack the tip of his nose, and started to see tiny hairs pricking out from the skin, changing the colour of his snout from brown, to black. His short brown beard began to itch as the coarse human hairs began to grow softer, longer and thicker. A mass of a fur grew down from his chin where his beard had once been, giving Travis a goatee that was faithful to its namesake. The back of his head started to tingle as the fur spread up from his shoulders, across his neck and into his hair. The hanging Canadian coin necklace wobbled back and forth as fur tingled around the black cord which kept it in place, occasionally slapping up against his chest as more of the same light fur spread over his upper torso. Shades of white, black and brown fur began to grow out from his face, his hair changing into the same fuzzy goat of fur that covered his body.

He was so close now, so close to ejaculating his load across the pillow, so close to becoming a beast. He didn’t know if it was his overpowering need for release, or the hormones that flooded his brain; but Travis had accepted this fate and wanted nothing more than to be just like the beast on the television screen. As he groaned and bleated loudly, he felt his feet continuing to grow out against the sheets, the nails that tipped to two large fused digits began to grow larger, heavier and somewhat pointed. The nails tipping his shrinking large and small toes grew larger too, but not nearly to the extent as the rest of his transformed toes. Instead they became vestigial digits on his lower goatish legs; dewclaws. His thumb and little finger underwent similar changes, as his fused goatish forelegs extended out further which removed nearly all of Travis’ ability to manipulate the world around him.

“AHhhhhH! MmmmbbbBAAAAAHHH!” Travis cried out as he began to feel his climax approaching, his eyes suddenly shut tightly as he felt a wave of pleasure overtaking his shuddering goat loins. Fur spread down towards the tip of his stretching hind legs, slowly covering the last spots of human flesh on his lower hooved limbs, leaving him with an almost entirely goat-like lower body. 

“Mmmm!! MMMmmmmmmmppphh!” Travis moaned loudly, trying to stifle the bleats as he felt his prostate suddenly exploding in his rear. His tail shook and his legs shuddered with the sudden explosion of orgasmic bliss that washed through his lower body, until he could hold his goat-like vocalisations in, no longer.

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Travis bleated loudly as he felt the rocking waves of his goatish orgasm pound his lower body, causing his cock to shudder beneath the pillow. Long streams of goat seed splattered across the floor and sprayed the front of the television that sat on the wall over a meter away, in an impressively powerful cum shot. Travis’ eyes rolled upwards at the pounding waves of pleasure that relentlessly assaulted his body, until the last few spurts of semen had been ejaculated from the tip of his shuddering red goat dick, leaving him burning hot in the afterglow of his changing orgasm. He closed his eyes and dropped his head down, panting loudly as he recovered from the intense climax. It was only after he’d cum did he realise the mistake he’d made, and the possibly irreversible transformation he’d undergone.

“Now err…this piece is from the early 20th century, a very nice collection of plates indeed” Spoke an elderly man, which came from the speakers of the television. This sudden change in what he’d been hearing made Travis look upward to the television screen once more. An antiques show was currently on television, from the looks of it the programme was about halfway through its runtime.

“Wha…what the hell?” Travis said as he leaned up as he stared at the screen, before realising that he still rested his bodily weight upon his knees. He peered down to inspect his body, realising that he’d not fully changed, and that he’d only made things worse. His legs had almost fully changed into those of a goat, his feet replaced with the cloven hooves of an even toed ungulate.

His hands however had undergone similar changes, but to a far lesser degree. His fingers had almost fully transformed into hooves, his hands extended forwards which now functioned as proto forelegs. Nearly all tactility he’d once possessed with his hands had now vanished, instead they were unwieldy heavy hooves. Travis licked his lips, and realised that his tongue and snout had extended out a bit further, whilst also gaining a short coat of fur, which had stopped growing just below his still human eyes. His hair had also undergone some changes, and most of it had been totally converted to the same coat of light brown fur that extended up his back. His belly and chest seemed to be covered in a similar coat of lighter cream fur, leaving him still in a half changed state.  

“Now err, perhaps the sir would like me to price this collection. I errrr….ummm estimate this to be in the value of errrr…about one hundred and eighty dollars” continued the elderly man from the television show, as he continued to boringly go on about the antique plate collection. After Travis looked over his body, he couldn’t help but snigger at the idea that he’d imagined everything he’d seen on the television show, and that he’d been jacking off to the sight of an antiques show. He couldn’t quite explain how it felt so lucid, and he began to wonder if it had actually been real?

Travis was dragged out from his ponderings as the hotel phone that sat upon his bedside counter, began to ring. Travis panicked and looked at his hooved hands, and quickly rolled himself over to the side, attempting to grab the handle of the phone with both hooves and slid it across to his ear. It look some work to hold it in place, but he managed to answer the phone and he heard the deep familiar voice of the Nigerian hotel receptionist who worked below.

“I am sorry for disturbing you at this hour sir, but we’ve had some noise complaints from your floor. Apparently they heard…bleating?” The man said down the phone, causing Travis’ cheeks to burn red with embarrassment. It was clear that the bleating he’d been making, unlike the TV show; was not imaginary. 

“Ohhh errr, yeah! I was waaatching a nature show. Volume must’ve been a bit too loud. Sorry about thaaat” Travis replied and tried to keep his bleating to a minimum, managing only to stifle a few of his unintentional bestial noises from the curious ear of the office clerk.

“I see…well if you could keep the noise down sir, our other guests are trying to sleep. Thank you for your time sir” The man replied before putting down the phone, and Travis let out a sigh of relief. He slid the phone back onto its stand before looking over at the mess he’d created. A large splatter of his goat seed trickled down the television, staining the floor and the pillow too. Travis realised he’d have trouble trying to clean up the mess with his changed hooved hands. But he needed to ensure the mess was cleaned up before leaving to see the old lady tomorrow, one thing was for sure though…

He had a long night ahead of him!

>> Part Three: The Dawn <<

The warm morning air brushed through the palm trees and bustled against Travis’ hoodie, causing it to flutter in the wind. The air wasn’t cold, but nor was it hot. Like most Caribbean climates, even the colder mornings were still quite warm, and to Travis’ furry body, this seemed far hotter than he was comfortable with. He stumbled down the street clumsily, his transformed hands hidden deep within the pocket of his hoodie. The hooves that tipped what’d once been his feet, had been forced into his black and white trainers, the laces tied up tightly to keep his extended hind legs partially hidden in order to keep himself as inconspicuous as possible. He’d managed to stuff his floppy furry ears into his cadet cap sat below the fabric of his hoodie. He found it rather disturbing how clothes that’d fit him perfectly, now were highly uncomfortable to his new form. His tail had been stuffed inside his shorts, and though Travis tried hard to resist the urge, he desperately wanted to be free of his undergarments to let his tail wiggle freely.

He’d had a rather hard time trying to get dressed with his hooved hands, which no longer possessed any semblance of tactility. And after stumbling around his hotel room; had managed to get the hang of walking on his unguligrade legs. He was thankful that his body had not changed so much that he was forced to all fours, his buttocks, legs and abdominal muscles were still mostly human, but his transformed hooved feet and longer legs made walking a bit trickier. Travis however, was determined! 

He wasn’t going to let this witch get the better of him, and though the changes had progressed even further during the night, he was certain that she’d change him back were he to appeal to her good side. 

Travis opened his dark furry mouth, yawned loudly and licked his fuzzy lips, the fatigue of the previous night seemingly catching up to him with his lack of sleep and inability to rest. Even as he walked down the road, stumbling on his hooves that slid around within the confines of his shoes; he could feel the tingling fur spreading across his arms as it covered what little human skin remained. Travis finally reached the street that looked out to the sea, realising that he wasn’t far away from his destination. As he walked down the road, he began to feel two aching pains emanating from his forehead. Travis looked around to make sure there was nobody around before removing his furry hooved foreleg from his hoodie and slid the underside of his hard nail across his forehead. His eyes opened wide in shock, at the feeling of something hard and bony pushing forth from the skin of his forehead, which sat just below his cadet cap.

“H…horns? Oh Maaaaah…maaan I g…godda get there quick” Travis mumbled, letting loose a short bleat of surprise as he picked up his pace, and slid his former hand back into the pocket of his hoodie. Travis began to get closer and closer to the shop, until he felt a strange sinking sensation in his stomach as he saw not the shop he’d entered yesterday, but a boarded up building! 

The window to the shop had been covered with planks of wood from the inside, the door had been nailed shut and there appeared to be some strange burn marks on the side of the brickwork. With his heartbeat starting to climb again, he quickly paced over to the boarded up window and noticed a break in the boards before peering inside. 

Apart from a few rotten cardboard boxes, sheets of paper and pencils that cluttered the ground, the shop was empty, devoid of all the wonderful and interesting items he’d seen. Travis’ tail began to shake with frustration within the confines of his shorts as he peered around the shop, which looked as if it’d been deserted for years.

“No no! This caaaaan’t be right, it was here yesterday!” Travis cried out in frustration, bleating with confusion and annoyance as he scraped his hooves against the hard wooden planks that boarded up the shop window. The straining sensation of aching within his skull grew stronger as newfound horns began to inch their way out of his furry scalp, pushing his cadet cap upwards and loosening his ears, whilst the spreading fur continued to spread down his arms; serving as a constant reminder of his fate. 

“S’cuse me, Sir. Are you ok?” A male voice called out from behind Travis, before he felt a hand press down on his shoulder. Travis spun around, his eyes meeting with those of a local man in a flowery t-shirt and shorts, whose expression instantly changed from concern to abject fear. 

“Nggh…NAaaahhhawwww! I’m fine Pleeaaaaase” Travis replied loudly, his shock caused a bleat to leave his fuzzy goat like snout, causing the local man back away in confused uncertainty at the sight of Travis’ animal like appearance and vocalisations.

“I…can’t, e…excuse meeee!” Travis replied with a loud bleating cry of embarrassment, his cheeks turning red as he turned around before feeling his hips pop rather loudly as his pelvis began to narrow, causing his tail to flick out from his loosening shorts and reveal his furry backside. Travis pulled both hooved hands free of his hoodie in an attempt to keep his shorts from falling down, quickly running behind the same alleyway that he’d hidden within the day before and stopping to catch his breath. 

“I n…neeeeed to get outtaaaahh heeeeere!” Travis said loudly, his words trailing into more and more animalistic bleats, unknowingly succumbing to his bestial flight reflexes in response to what his changing brain perceived as danger. His cadet cap pushed upwards as the two pointed tips of his horns grew out against the fabric, his ears flopped suddenly releasing from the confines of his hat and flopped down to rest by the sides of his neck. Travis let out a loud bleat of shock as he felt a series of loud snapping sensations shudder through his hips, the popping emanating from his pelvis and legs. Another wave of change started to wash over him, and he could feel the tingling growth of fur accelerating across his body. His sheath throbbed within his shorts as he felt the hard red goat cock extended out, and slipped up between his underpants and crotch. Suddenly his pants and shorts came loose, his center of gravity shifted before he fell!

“Nngghhbbbbaahhh!” The terrified Travis screamed as he fell forwards, his shorts suddenly dropped down around his feet locked around his long furry legs, send him flying forwards. His thin goatish nostrils flared as his hooves popped free of his shoes, his hands instinctively falling forwards to catch himself. Travis grunted loudly as he felt his chest hit the hard concrete road of the alleyway, his furry hooved feet scraped against the ground as he picked himself up again. He realised his underpants had slid off along with his shorts, leaving him entirely naked from the waist down. He panicked and turned round to pick them up, intent on hiding his shame, but froze in fear at the sight of two people who stood at the end of the alleyway where he’d just come from. His heartbeat raced as he realised they were staring at him in his half nakedness, his cheeks blushing red at his exposure.

Travis looked down as his pants and shorts, his shoes scattered across the ground. He realised he couldn’t stay, he needed to run! He reluctantly left his shorts, pants and shoes behind as he turned round, flicking his tail and doing his best to run through the alleyways. Finally he met with one of the dirt roads that led towards the outskirts of town. The large built up area faded in the distance as he fled, carrying only his shirt, hoodie and cap on his changing torso, his furry lower body was unfortunately exposed for all the world to see. 

As Travis ran down the dirt road, he heard a familiar thundering in the distance, the sound of a distant storm. Travis didn’t know what to do anymore, he didn’t know what he could do? The ship was gone, the witch had disappeared along with it, and he didn’t know if he could stop his transformation. Once the town had finally faded into the distance, Travis slowly began to calm down as he came to a turning in the road, where he suddenly heard a noise that made his ears prick up, his tail wiggle and his panic subside. 

It was the bleating of a goat, but it didn’t come from him, it came from a dirt path that diverged off the main road on his left. Sounds weren’t the only thing that caught Travis’ attention, he also began to smell something. It was faint but noticeable, it seemed to linger in the air; the smell of a heady musk. Without thinking he lifted his front lip and sniffed the air, causing his heart rate to increase again, but this time it wasn’t in fear that his heart pounded; it was with arousal. His sheath throbbed as he felt his cock slowly peaking free of the cream fur, his eyes wide with curiosity as he gazed upon a sign that sat near some foliage and palm trees which followed the edges of the road. 

‘Barrett Family Farm’ was the name that’d been carved into the large wooden sign. It was a name that seemed familiar to Travis, but in his lusty state; he couldn’t quite remember where he’d heard it. He began wandering down the road, past the palm trees until he came across what looked like a barn on his right, and a few fields on his left. He heard the bleating again, directing him past the barn and towards the field that lay just beyond, past a hedgerow with a few palm trees. 

The farm seemed to sit on a hill, overlooking the town and vast ocean that extended forth into the distance. His attention was not on the vista however, it was on the three goats that stood in the field which was surrounded by a bright red fence and plenty of beautiful trees. One of them let loose a bleat again, and from the scent alone; Travis could tell she was a nanny goat.

“Mmm…nggg! Nnoooo I c…caaaaant” Travis cried out quietly, trying to stifle his erection and aching need to get another whiff of the scent. His nostrils flared again as he sniffed the air, opening his mouth and letting loose a semi human moan “Urgghmmmm….bbbbbaaaa! BAAAAAH!” before it twisted rapidly into a loud bleat of pleasure.

The nanny goat turned round and peered upon Travis as he approached the bright red fence that surrounded the field, walking through the gate as it slowly creaked open; almost allowing him passage through. Travis would have questioned this yesterday before all that had transpired, but in his current exhausted and aroused state, he could think of nothing but the nanny goat that stood before him. 

“Mmmbbbaaaa! Caaaaaaaan’t s…stop” Travis bleated and moaned loudly as he approached the female goat, her fat round udders seemed to stretch her legs apart with their girth, her long floppy ears were just like his own; the mark of a Nubian goat. 

Was this his fate? To succumb to such stupid animal desires? To leave behind everything he was to become a mindless farm animal?

These were questions that entered Travis’ mind for but a mere moment, before the overpowering wave of the Nanny goat’s oestrus brought the changing human to his knees. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the scent of the female who seemed to be presenting herself to him, her tail wiggling in a teasing manner, enticing Travis forwards.

He tried to stop himself as he pushed his changing arms through his hoodie, his shirt as well seemed to slide off his shrinking body with ease. But no more could Travis resist, no further could he walk on two legs, or burden himself with the thoughts of men. His cadet cap popped off his head as he slid free of his clothes, the only item of attire that remained was his coin necklace, which still clung to his fuzzy neck.

He inched forwards, feeling his face stretching out as his nostrils got closer and closer to the nanny goat’s throbbing pinkish vulva, the stench causing his eyes to widen as he lost control of his higher brain functions. His throbbing red goat cock slid out fully from his sheath, extending forth to its full glorious length, pulsating up against his fuzzy belly. Travis felt his hips pop loudly as the final changes washed over his body, his mind unaware of what he’d once been or what he’d become. Instead it was singular, and focused wholly upon the act of mating.

With a groan Travis inched forwards and rested the weight of his torso upon his hooves hands as they slowly changed into his future forelegs. He pushed down and jumped up to mount the female, unable to think of what he was doing, instead he was now simply letting his instincts dictate his actions. As he slid his upper body atop the nanny goat’s back, she let loose a loud bleat of approval, happily shaking her tail against Travis’ fuzzy chest. Like Travis, she too was desperate. Desperate to be sated, to be free of the sexual torment that her own oestrus inflected upon her. Travis could feel his femur rapidly shifting upwards as his lower hind legs expanded against the floor, his hooves pressing against the grass while shifting his hips forward. His buttocks began to pull apart, his asshole and taint pushing outward as a result, whilst the muscle that’d allowed him to stand upon two feet continued to change into his new furry flanks. 

Travis knew that he’d never stand upon two feet again, instead he would forever walk upon four hooves. Strangely, this didn’t bother him in the slightest, and though he made one last feeble attempt to resist, his willpower eventually grumbled. Travis couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock throbbed with desperate need as he felt the heat of the nanny goat’s vulva nearby, the warmth seemed to caress the tip of his long bestial prick. He’d tried to fight, but he could feel his mind waning as began to realise that an attempt to resist had been hopeless, and would continue to be hopeless. 

Accepting his fate one last time, Travis thrust his fuzzy hips forwards and slid a large portion of his long throbbing goat cock deep into the bleating nanny goat’s pussy beneath him. A bleat of pleasure left both their furry lips, their bodies shook as Travis and his new goatish mate began to breed like common farm animals. His hips suddenly popped and snapped as they finished reconfiguring into the hindquarters of a goat, his spine creaked and his arms jerked upwards before Travis let loose another long loud bleat of ecstasy.

Everything began to fall into place as he felt his face gradually shifting forward, the fur that’d been slowly spreading up his muzzle gained speed and met with what little human hair remained on his brow. His short tuft of fur that’d replaced his beard grew longer and darker, and the once dark brown fibres of his hair turned a bright vibrant creamy colour. His lengthening snout had a slightly darker colouration of brown, before his nose tipped off with a dark shade of black fur, his changing goatish face seemingly starting to express a multitude of different colours. He could feel his horns growing longer and thicker as they forced their way out of his skin, producing tiny trickles of blood that stained his brown fur and floppy cream coloured ears.

“Nnnggaahh…BAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Travis cried out as he tried to say something before his neck shifted forwards, failing to produce only a loud goatish cry of pleasure. His vertebrae snapped out as his neck shifted forwards, the dangling Canadian coin necklace wobbling as his neck grew longer. His arms popped upwards as the femur shortened and began to sink into his torso, allowing his former human hands and lower arms to function as his new forelegs, which rapidly grew thicker, longer and stronger as they stroked up against the flanks of the nanny goat beneath. Travis continued to bleat loudly with joy at the sensation of his shifting skeleton and warm throbbing cock, starting to thrust his hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the Nanny goat’s muscular walls massaging his long thin bestial prick. Drool dripped from his furry mouth as his skeleton reconfigured to suit a quadruped, a dumb farmyard goat whose only lot in life would be to eat, sleep and fuck.

Another bleat left Travis’ muzzle as the nanny goat cried out in pleasure, joining the cacophony of animalistic calls of sexual bliss. Travis thrust faster and harder as he felt himself approaching his climax, the throbbing sensation of a building orgasm started to pound the insides of his ass, forcing further bleats of joy from his stretching face. The last shreds of human skin on his torso were consumed by his shiny coat of multi-coloured fur, his cream belly now contrasted rather nicely with his light brown sides and darker coat that followed his spine. His hair had now all but vanished beneath the soft fur of his new goat hide, which joined with the fur that spread up his lengthening muzzle and surrounded the long horns that jutted out from his skull.

“MMMMBAAAAAAHH!” Travis cried out again as he felt his face shifting forwards, his eyes opening wide as they started to move apart, and grow larger with every thrust he took. With every hump of the beast below him, the more of an animal he became, and the more he felt his humanity slipping. He could feel his mind waning, shifting, transforming into the psyche of a beast. His face grew wider, longer and more goat-like as he humped the nanny goat beneath, ensuring that what he’d tried so hard to prevent, would transpire. 

As his irises grew wider, and the brown colour of his human eyes shifted to become the distinctive dark yellow shade of a goat; he began to feel his thoughts changing to suit. His pupils began to dilate and transform as he approached orgasm, the last of his dark human flesh being covered his new bestial fur, and the long tuft of fur that’d replaced his beard fluttered in the wind. Until finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, slow transformation and uncertain desires…Travis came. 

He felt his sagging furry balls slap up hard against the huge swollen udders of the nanny goat beneath him as he hilted his member deep inside. The orgasm rocked his body, shaking him to the very core as the last ounces of humanity were drained from him, his mind now totally devoid of human thought. And though his memories were still present, they were all but meaningless without the human intellect to understand them. 

Instead, like his former human life; they’d become a shard, a fragment of a daydream that lingered in his morphing brain. His prostate clenched as his seed spilled into his mate’s womb, the warmth filling nanny goat as her strong and powerful horned mate provided her what she craved. The last of Travis’ white sclera disappeared as his irises grew larger still, his pupils extending into rod shapes, until he peered out of two large goatish eyeballs that sat on the side of his head. Travis closed his eyes and let out a long loud bleat of bliss, finally feeling the release he’d craved for so long, finally letting go of his humanity, and revelling in the pleasures that his new body provided. 

The noisy Nubian buck bleated as he felt the last of his seed spill into the nanny goat below, his orgasm slowly dying down until he felt his body twitching with glee. Travis opened his eyes and snorted through his nostrils, satisfied, sated and loving how happy he felt all of a sudden. He wondered why he’d ever been worried, he had everything he needed here. Travis leaned his head down to lick her neck and sniff her fur, before bleating quietly as he dismounted. His sheath ached as the long dripping goat cock slid back up inside its warm fuzzy home, his tail shaking rather happily as he began to think about what he wanted to do next. 

The new billy goat sniffed the female, then the fresh grass that surrounded him until the urge to eat began to dawn upon him. With his new lengthy neck, he reached down and started to use his fuzzy lips to nuzzle the grass, finding the most succulent blades before biting down and tearing them from the soil.

He wiggled his floppy ears and shook his tail happily, totally content with grazing in the field, happily lazing about in the midday sun. The curse was complete, and the human known as Travis was no more. The only thing that remained was his necklace, the Canadian coin still dangled from his neck by the black cord. The human it once belonged to was gone, taking his place was a stupid but happy billy goat, who grazed in the fields overlooking the vast Caribbean oceans.

A dark skinned elderly lady walked through the gates, carrying a sack of feed and a goat bell. Her long black hair weaved with charms and lockets, her wrinkled face formed a gentle smile as he knelt down next to her new Billy goat and opened up the small feed bag. She stroked the furry head of her new buck, and watched him bleat happily as he began to hungrily eat up the oats she’d provided him. 

“That suits you better Travis my dear, I needed a new billy goat, and a fine one you make indeed” She said softly as she reached down and attached the bell to his necklace. The coin clinked up against the metal of the buck’s new bell as he hungrily ate up the last of the oats his new human master had given him. As she stood up, she stroked the neck of her newest livestock member, before turning around and wandering back into her farm to tend to the other animals she kept.
 
Leaving Travis to graze in the sun, and enjoy the company of his newfound herd.