A spin off from "MUTE's" excellent story "The Goat" as written on Doc's Lab story page)

A big black goat at stud is Carl Johnston, he was one of the first to be changed and sold to Chun for his farm. This story suggests some of Carl's ponderings. Authorized by “Mel” for my usage.

“MEMORIES”

Breathe, huff, breathe huff, Ahhhhhh!

She's done and it feels so very good, how I love my life here. Love my life here, yes it is a life and one of crude filthy ways, but it’s a life.

Chow Fu is what they call me but back way back I remember a name, my name, Carl Johnston. Yes it was my name then and I was happy with that name if not as proud as I am to be now Chow Fu.

Shake the head and clear those menacing cobwebs the mind gets foggy thinking so far back!

Odd I feel as if what I do now was not to be, or maybe was something I never really thought of myself to do in the first place. Yet I enjoy this sexual pleasuring of the females, they actually beckon come close and what am I to do, ignore them? No friend, one doesn't want to ignore them as they bring me such wonders of pleasure.

Pleasure now that's the word I feel as humping and mating spreading my seed, ah this is a good job and a fine life no man could ask more.

More, more, no man could ask more? One thinks on that as something down deep screams up to me to stop and think. I think but those thoughts of so long ago come slowly and when they come a length most fade away like fog by the midday sun.

Yet its there I know there is something urging me to think and remember those different days when I was not Chow Fu.

What? I'm called on again as the female nudges me into action. She turns her rump toward me once more and the rank scent streaming from her hairy rear is more than I can stand. One huffs himself up and now as in hundreds of similar times before I press the tip of that which grants me my pleasure into a warm quivering and juicy hole.

Passion for the moment of delight, lust now mixes with the passion making me want to scream out this which pleasures me more than anything.

Again it happens so very fast as back in my memory there floats the thought as I used to dwell longer enjoying the feelings. Ah but now one must be safe and on the lookout for those who would wish to hurt me. I must be constantly on the alert for those even and quite assuredly when enjoying a female.

I can't drop down and run from troubles when a female has my dic tight in her sweet pussy!

Huh, what, her pussy, is that what I used to call it way back then?

My dic and her pussy those words have meanings but try and try as I would their real meanings come and fade away like the morning fog in the midday sun.

Gee I like living here this is as the woman in her ointment shop said I'd find pleasures untold!

Hey I'm Carl Johnston, a man of business on a trip to Japan! That's it I was on a trip here to study use of XYZ rotary laser print heads. I went exploring one afternoon and came upon that small shop. Then the woman inside, her wrinkled face looking like she was well past a hundred year old, yes I remember now!

Yes, I looked about in her shop till she came out of the dim darkness. I could barely understand her through her thick accent but we talked a while, that I remember!

She asked me if I wanted something. I told her I was looking for something to grant me excitement, pleasure, while being in Japan. She smiled, and then walked out into the dim gas lighted shop. She picked out with an obvious sort of caution this small vile filled with a grass green substance.

Excitement and pleasure she offered me and with drinking down the vile I was to enjoy life while in Japan.

As the stuff slid down my very throat it made me feel warm inside. I staggered around as the room began to spin. I clenched the vial in my hand as spasms of pain and cramping muscles swept over my body.

Falling to the knees I remember looking up at her old face. I begged for an antidote but she shrugged her shoulders and continued to smile. My guts were on fire and the excitement was real enough being poisoned. I had a quick thought as if this be her idea of excitement then how was this to give me pleasure?

The cramps were awful as the worst were in my feet. I plopped to the floor and ripped off those very tight Rockport shoes. Even my socks seemed tight and with a quick flick they too came off.

Yes it happened I saw my toes turning black as if frost bitten but not stiff. They were soft almost mushy to the touch, it made me sicker yet by my own touching. My feet they grew long and longer right before my eyes, oh God it hurt!

Gasping to breathe I moaned of the pain as feet changed to long boney shafts. My black toes melted the flesh together making the separate toes out of five. I remember it now they merged into two large cubes with one working its way up and to their rear on my foot.

Dark were those toes and gnarly they became then hard as stones.

HOOVES, I grew hooves cloven hooves which I see they still remain to this very day. I have hooves and as stiff as they are I like walking on them they are a pleasure and bring out maybe part of the excitement the woman promised me I'd know.

Owe, I remember those cramps surging up my legs as calves tied into tight knots and thighs broadened. I stretched out my still aching feet as then I was sitting on the floor with legs spread wide apart.

Oh God, the old woman reached down and unbuckled my belt loosening my trousers and with a quick rip she tore of both pants and dignity. A man was I who enjoyed the freedom of going without underwear. I said many a time that being commando style gave me a thrill, maybe which was the pleasure she spoke of?

As leg cramps subsided as the hair sprouted. Thin short hair grew on those now long feet and as it grew out the thighs it became this wondrous shaggy stuff I still enjoy. Oh it moves with every breeze, tingling and granting me with pleasures of the most sensual feelings.

My growing hair was coarse to the touch but thick making me feel pride. A proud feeling knowing that with the coming of cold winter winds I'd remain warm whether standing commando style, or otherwise! It was then my lower back began to twist as thighs and shins contorted me to see straight human legs become those of some hoary animal.

I wonder why during my early torments not once I questioned the woman as why she'd inflicted me with those agonized pains. Only the once did I beg for an antidote only to then accept what was to come as if deemed proper by some unknown higher power.

Oh but did my butt hurt then as I felt a boney extension sprout and grow longer and more hairy out over my butt. It grew out spreading wide my buttocks making the anus see daylight and feel the chill off the woman's concrete floor.

Shaggy too was then my butt and with a push up by hands I stood up legs spread and standing for the first on my own new cloven hooves.

I peered up at the woman her face was still engrossed with a dull grin as if waiting for something bigger to happen.

Oh wow, did it really happen, your balls puffed up to look like Kiwi fruit hung in a furry sack slung down to my hocks. It was then my penis sucked in and like a worm inching its way through hard soil it eked upward into my gut.

Scream, Carl you screamed out of fear and not any pain as it was like a snake inside the gut. It wormed upward making a firm tube of solid muscle. I whined when it poked out just one inch below the strained belly button. I watch the shaggy hairs sprout covering the open end of my sheath and blanket the underside of what is now this and me!

Ah those consoling words the old woman spoke at those moments "It’s almost over!" I remember this all now her ideas for me were of excitement and pleasures.

My shoulders once broad then pulled in tighter as arms like the feet changed and fingers which gave feelings became as toes and then too cloven hooves. I tried to reach for the face as then pain in cheekbones ached something terrible. My arms wouldn't go that high, I couldn't reach my face but oh well since then I learn new techniques and worry not about hands which are no more.

I strained to speak my thoughts but that’s when her potion worked wonders making my voice a clear and refined tone. Just as suddenly my thoughts became more basic and speaking words was not needed anymore.

Yes even my tongue lost its controls for working out words which were not needed. I called out my single sweet tone to every thought it was the same. I knew what I was feeling and the things which right then had purpose to me, she knew I wanted!

A rope looped over my neck urged me walk with the woman as she guided me to a mirror. I sniffed at it but there was no sign of a living thing so after a short look I turned to wander.

Think Carl what did you see in the mirror, what was looking back at you in that mirror?

I SAW A GOAT; yes it was one big black shaggy goat. Damn it was a monster goat too with long heavy horns sprouting its forehead and wrapping back and around those furry long ears. It mouthed at me as if speaking but not hearing anything and without a scent I wandered away.

A SCENT, now why would I sniff for his scent I could see it was a goat?

Damn it was a big black shaggy goat his yellow eyes made it look demonic and I felt scared he'd attack. His body looked ever more massive and with that slight side step I saw his huge balls swing.

God that goat was one big fucking goat, and I bet he's out there somewhere just fucking nanny goats cross-eyed too!

Yup he was one big fucking goat in the mirror, mirror, MIRROR!

NO, oh my God no that was my reflection in the mirror! No, no, I'm that big fucking black goat!

Look around, anybody watching, no the nanny over there is still dripping my seed out her pussy!

WHAT?

Nanny, dripping my seed, I'm that big fucking goat and I just f***** a nanny!

She's an animal; I'm an animal, a goat animal!

Oh damn I'm getting an erection, its welling out and my lust for that nanny is growing. Oh, oh who again I want to feel my goaty cock borrow down and into her warm hot innards. A lusting passion for sex is coming over me. It’s blinding away all my memories of when I was Carl Johnston!

I must remain calm!!!!!

She sees me and what is now out hard and swelling. I stand here but she is turning and coming toward me a friendly short bleat tells of her desires.

Oh damn its so fucking hard I need to release or just burst!

Huff, breathe, huff, breathe, ahh it rushes out and I'm softening again.

My pleasure is short but the memories are sweet!

Memories of pleasure, pleasures, I'm a goat a big black horned fucking male goat!

Excitement and pleasures is what the old woman said and promised as long as I was in Japan!

Inescapably I'm a goat now and the feelings I know give me the desire to remain as a goat, although there is nothing I know of to make me as Carl Johnston again.

I graze and chew a cud; this all seems so prim and proper. I'm called upon to have sex with nanny goats too and this really excites me with pleasured feelings. It’s odd though as she's there not my first I'm sure of that. In fact I think I'm noosed often and mount the hairy rumps with thrills untold on a daily basis.

Stranger than odd I can with a few almost read their little minds as they too seemly broadcast past human thoughts, wishes, and a desire to be elsewhere.

Oh but why would anyone want to be other than this simple life?

It’s an easy life without any real struggles. I graze, sleep, and f*** on a daily basis, who could want more than this?

Mary, I knew someone named Mary? She stood before me and we lay together often but under cool clothes and on a soft bed? I l-o-v-e-d....... her she was mine and I was heir’s as we were married!

Mary, married, I don't marry any of these rank smelling nanny goats, their animals!

FUCKHEAD, you’re an animal too, now!

Whoever Mary is or was I can not remember that far back but here I stand on all fours and find these f*** minded nannies all lusting for my neat ability. "Sigh," this ain't so bad you know there Carl, it might have been worse, but how?

Chun, the man who runs this place is coming again for me.

Prance over to meet him I'm happy to serve as he my owner does desire!

Chun, my owner!

Owner, Slaves have owners and I won't be another man's slave, I won't I damn won't!

Dummy, men can be slaves to other men but animals, and me a goat is just property of Chun! I must keep that in mind I'm a goat and an animal now!

Noosed I follow my balls sway with every step and cloven hooves tell of uneven ground. I know that scent in the air she's ready and in dire need. It's Amanda we go next to see, she was as I but now and for several kids she'd been here as a nice white nanny goat.

She and I and some others I'm sure share a common heritage in visiting a small shop if just to find some excitement and pleasure in a place far from home.


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Dang, but I like your stories. I seem to keep coming back to you! Thank you very much for sharing your talents with us! (Especially those of us with no talent! :lol: )

-Jackdoe