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Erin was one a friend but from our younger days, he formed an attachment to the bottle. Drinking became his passion, almost his only reason to live, until he met Lisa. Lisa, she is a pretty one, slender but robust where it counts, to see her she stands out from the crowd as her beauty was more than skin deep. It was her manners and the minding of his vices that took hold of Erin. His drinking stopped but with that done, he shied away from his old friends.
The two of them sought out a townhouse apartment and together they went about living their lives. Easy to imagine that the two of them living under the same roof, that more than just eating and being together happened. Lisa had a deep hold on her chosen man, she would share Erin with not a sole. Shortly after their announced engagement to marry was in the local newspaper, they who were his friends called, and after much verbal disagreement, a date was set Erin and friends to a night on the town. In every essence it was a stag party, but not a word of this was to get to the ears of Lisa or more than just the plans would be scrapped, the suspected perpetrators, Lisa would deal wish in her own very differing ways.
A Friday night 6:15 pm and we four arrived at the townhouse. Our plan was simple, we would pick up Erin and drive off into the sunset, have drinks and dinner, then play the night away. It was old friends together one more time. At least this is what we told Lisa.
More than just an angry woman would be distraught at us if she knew ahead of time, not being all that trusty of a sort, the need for caution about her as she unlike Erin kept to the ways of an old time religion. Erin being an orphan, thought only of his self “self-sufficient” is what he said about himself. He believed in nothing but what he could do and relied on non-other, except maybe Lisa. She on the other hand sought out the powers that linger within the WICCA religion. She knew many books inside and out, doing as whatever she pleased, seemingly able to force changes and make things happen to bring the two of them much comfort.
Therefore, it was when we came to pick up Erin that late afternoon. He stood anxious and ready for a night of good fun. As was the usual, a quick knock at the front door to the townhouse was sufficient before simply walking inside and greeting either of them who were there. So walking in to get Erin and get going, to see her talking to him, warning him, and she told him to be on his guard! She reminded Erin of his foolishness in the past, and wanted her spouse to be as pure of spirit as she could make him.
They had a passionate kiss, and then she turned to the table there I the front hall, opening a polished wood box, she took out a silver chain and a small bell. Erin smiled knowing her thoughts so well. Even as she spoke her warning, he knew that she wanted his personal promised of continued chastity. She made Erin promise to her of his remaining true to her and her alone, she then hung the bell about his neck.
Seeing Erin with a neck bell was good for a laugh as with almost any movement by him the little bell tinkled brightly, a reminder to him of his promise made. A slapped pat on his back had the bell tinkle and him with his friend and friends heading to town the car, friends all together again for a grand wild night in town. Even as Erin was the last to get into the car, Lisa called to him, giving him her most stern expression, wagging an index finger at him, and giving him one last warning to be quite chaste. She sounding suddenly anxious, yelled to Erin, reminding him too, she wanted him back home by midnight, or there would >be Hell to pay!
Off toward town in laughter and a cloud of dust, everyone in that little car was agreed and ready to have one last fun fling. Motivating into the heart of the big city, our driver knew where to begin the evening, starting first at one of our favored haunts, that the Satyr Club. Unbeknown to friend Erin, but at the club were already nine more friends waiting, and lying in wait for Erin the so to be groom.
A happy time of greeting to all as now thirteen men got together to give an old friend a send off. Drinks were ordered lite beers all around keeping with Erin and his promise of redemption from using the bottle. As round after round kept on coming, someone signaled the Waitress, it was in the plan to have her add more upon more alcohol spirits to the beers served to friend Erin.
Beers became soon equal to downing boilermakers, and those to doubles straight up and no ice. Erin was fast returning to his old loose self. He was in fact getting downright hammered drunk. All was fun and then came in frolic. Angie and Beth two past friends, they often danced in satiric fashion for special guests, did so that night about a pole as entertainment for Erin and his friends.
Angie did her normal act dancing a slinky step right in front of tipsy Erin. He laughed and eyed her and with his tongue, he slurped her navel. Wild turn wilder yet as Beth pushed Angie to one side and doing her striptease act, she soon stood before Erin, naked. He drunk to the point of idiocy, Erin fell onto his knees making out quite sensually with Beth.
We were all about as drunk together, when offered some suggestions from the restaurant manager, we got up and moved on to other places of lesser renown. Down the main street we traveled, from the Satyr Club to another bar. It was as we were laughing that Erin suddenly drew a face looking as if he was in some amount of pain. Seeing a friend wincing in pain two of us there helped Erin along to the men’s room.
Erin though drunk, walked as if his feet were either on fire or as if he broken a bone. Once in the toilet stall he was heard groaning, as if he was in some greater amount of pain. They there burst in on him, they looking over his shoulder, reported back of seeing he had taken off both shoe and sock, putting his foot up on the seat of the toilet. High school and college sports, we all had see each of us naked coming from taking showers, so nobody there remembered Erin having seen him with feet so malformed. His big toe swelled larger, a terrible deformity, he rubbed at it as if it were tender still but as if it hurt severely. On the same foot his next two toes looked as if still in the process of merging, they too were larger than what is normal toes. All his then three toes had at the ends a dark cube shaped toenail. They there and watching said that even his foot looked odd, as if very narrow like but his heel appeared inflamed and swollen.
We all drunk as skunks, it was pre-med friend Tom that suggested the toes were only reacting to the booze. Laughing over his problem, Erin bucked up his courage and returned to his party, joined with the others, we all headed down the street to yet more fun.
It was obvious that walking was becoming a problem for Erin. I noted several times he looked as if trying to step along as if standing on his toes. I thought then his foot pain was getting him down, as from time to time he would lash out with a hand or fist. About ten O clock, we were all drinking again in a bar when Erin took a swing at Jon. Angered he stood at the bar and reaching to brush back his sweat soaked hair, we all there saw blood smeared on his hand. In friendship and a concern for Erin if really in pain, I tried to be a big brother and take hold of his hand, to make him aware, but he slapped me across the face and walked out of the bar.
We all dashed out trying go after him as it was getting late and there was that promise to Lisa of bringing him home before midnight. Once outside we saw a cab speed away with our very drunk friend Erin in the rear seat.
Now, what more we all learned about Erin and his late night fun evening came from reports to us by three people.
A short cab ride and Erin went to the “Flesh bar”, a place renowned for orgies and the like. Jessie, a barmaid that works there told of how Erin looked when he came out of the Men’s room. She said it looked like some weird costume. Erin had curving horns poked out from the top of his shaggy haired head. His eyes must have had special contact lenses, as they did not look at all human. Odder even more was he had on some furry pants that covered him all the way down to his toes.
What Jessie reported as looking exceptionally realistic, was of her seeing Erin walking on his toes, they being as if cloven hooves, a great similarity to what was first reported as witnessed in the men’s room. She said his manner of walking was with long strides and moved with such agility, he must have practiced long and hard standing and walking so like he had animal like legs. Various others saw him too in that nasty bar, they made vivid mention about him and what he did there, it was usually so much like an orgy. Erin, they said, was one wild character willing to make the evening memorable, his dressed costume reminded them of a satyr creature animal form. Erin sat there surrounded by lusty women, he fondling them as they him, even a couple of men types were there too, they admiring his large furry testicles and mostly, he having a furred sheath. He, Erin beckoned to the two fellows that they might toy with him, as soon they both took turns sucking Erin into a massive long, very red colored erection.
More drinks poured, it was Erin who insisted on having only wine, kissing the women as they laid by him, and he letting a few slink down on and over his stout erect shaft. In wilder than any seen orgy there, Erin acted the part of a brute animal as if in rut with his voluptuous female partners. everywhere and drinking. Slinky hips flashed before Erin as he showed his maleness to all and any that had a need or want to see it. Debauchery is what some call it, as Erin showed quick renewal of virility after physically shooting a load, would leave one woman swooning; as he moved to satisfy another lying there feeling lusty.
Things began to get more than wild; Erin turned mean and started fighting, cursing, and actually tossing bodies around. Jessie said at one point when a patron yelled the call of midnight and everyone was to pile into some bestial orgy, Erin hearing that, he got up and staggered toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms as well the rear exit from the bar to the alley. She knowing Erin followed him, hearing him, he crying, babbling about Lisa, the silver bell on its chain tinkling, its sound seemed as part of his manner of agony.
Bursting out the rear door, Erin made quite the silhouette for Jessie. She remarked how the brown hair that coated his legs was sprouting out over his spine. A fake looking limp, long tail hung behind him all night, but then it had stood up, wagging briskly above his butt. Erin had his legs bent and contorted his thighs seemed broadening, looked different, more like those of some true animal.
He stumbled out into the alley screaming and begging as if directly talking to Lisa about his pain, pleading with her to stop what was happening to him. Shaking from head to hoofs, he screamed more and more, all the time that silver bell tinkled and caused him to try and get it off from around his then hairy neck. Jessie having seen and heard enough, turned around closed and bolt locked the back door there leading to the alley.
From that point we need to turn to Willis Sams, he is an old black man that deals in junk. As luck might have it, Mr. Sams was working there in that alley right when he began to hear Erin screaming and talking to someone by the name of Lisa. Erin begging for her to stop it, he screaming as if his body felt jolts of pain. Groans and an occasional horrid bestial cry echoed the alley, so loud and distinct, it began to bother the horse pulling the scrap wagon of Mr. Sams.
Mr. Sams said he stood off in the shadows for his safety. As from where he was he could see what was happening. Erin stood shaking his torso violently. Screaming he pleaded to Lisa not to do to him as what he too saw happening. It was if he were actually talking to her, answering her, as the change continued.
Wishing he owned a camera, as nobody would believe what he was a witness unto. He said of seeing Erin, his head, skull seemed to soften as then unseen hands worked and molded it, making it change into the bony skull and head of a large goat. It was with this deformity his speaking ceased, Erin was unable to form words with his then goat like mouth. Not that he did not try to speak, crying continued, it sounding to Mr. Sams like a goat caught in a bramble bush, the thorns pricking it as it would try to escape.
Crunching sounds like bones cracking, breaking and changing in Erin, the sounds of it rippled through the alley. Willis, Mr. Sams said it made him shudder to hear it. Even from the distance between them he watched Erin changing. Erin knelt down, directly in the circular glow of a security light there in the alley. This made what was happening to Erin as a perfect spectacle. Erin jerked his body as with every jolting change what was a man looked more like he was becoming a goat.
Skeletal changes happened as did muscular rearrangements, forcing Erin to fall from kneeling and begin using his changed arms and gnarled hands as supporting him in the way he tried to stand.
Walking closer to Erin but keeping to the alley shadows Willis came to be as close as twenty feet away. He had a very detail description of how watching the hands of Erin change and become as cloven hooves. He told of how Erin flexed his shorter arms as his legs too, becoming those of a large breed male goat. All then covered over with brown shaggy long hair, Erin looked the proper form as if he were born to being a large herd sir buck goat.
The tone of his voice had changed, becoming a sour sounding bleating baaing, as if changed of body, he who was a man were alert and of able to understand what all he had become. Acting as a nervous animal, Erin walked in small circles as he examined his new self. The only part of Erin that could remind one of what he was once, came from the continued tinkling sound of that silver bell, it still hung yet about his hairy neck it reminded him of his broken promise to Lisa.
Erin the Billy goat walked in ever widening circles as if by doing it to get his bearings. Willis watched expecting more to happen but all remained calm. As Erin wandered the alley in maybe his drunken state, he bleated as if a lost creature looking for a friend. Willis being Willis, took a rope, made a noose, came from behind the big goat and caught Erin.
The goat did not fight the rope, but turned his head, looked up at Willis and bleated a hello, he then followed the old man to where Willis, tied the rope rein to his wagon and continued working the night through. Acting calm and seemingly as if enjoying his strange situation, Erin trotted along behind Willis’ junk wagon, stopping when the wagon stopped, Erin often taking time then to relax his full bladder and pee a strong yellow stream into the already stinking alleyway.
As the Sun came up over the building roofs, Willis returned to his scrap yard and let the ex-human now goat, walk inside what was to be his pen and new humble home. Once inside the pen, Willis stood outside it and tried to talk to Erin, wondering as asking if he, it knew what he was and of what he had become. Erin had little other response than some common bleating sounds.
The silver bell about his neck tinkled so very much it was driving Willis plum crazy. Taking the goat firmly by the neck with his old but strong hands, Willis slipped off that silver bell from the neck of the goat.
Looking the neat little bell over there was engraved in it a phone number, that the number belonging to Lisa. A call to her surprised Willis, as she told him, she had then on interest in the goat, their relationship was over. She told Willis to keep the goat if he wanted it, or sell it, even to butcher it, and then she hung up the phone.
Knowing what he saw and that the goat was a man before becoming a goat, Willis decided to ask around wondering over what to do. He ultimately came asking and this is where I got to hear and become a part of the ongoing story.
Now Willis knowing the value to silver would never waste it on a Billy goats neck. He kept the small bell and its pure silver chain. It sat around for weeks until, one night he thought to put it around his neck, if just for his own half inebriated time of late night fun.
Erin having matured quickly, maybe by way of the spelled cursed bell, but, or under the exceptional care of kindly Willis, Erin hearing the bell tinkling, he stood bleating his warnings to the man.
A frantic phone call from Willis about eleven that night. As terrified, he told me about his donning on the silver bell and chain around his neck. It felt like charged with static electric, prickling him about the neck as he wore the thing. He went out to show it to Erin, but the big goat hearing the bell tinkle made him run to the far end of his pen and try hard to cover his ears.
Willis having a junk yard did also have one large mean brute of a dog. It was as Willis went to feed Missy, a mixed breed of Pit bull and Saint Bernard that he felt his first pain. It was not long after that feeding time when said Missy started to look good to him and he to her. Feeling pains instilled from sensual delights he had not felt in decades, Willis soon found himself uncontrollably humped over Missy on her back, and was in fact mating with his own guard dog.
Erin stood locked in his area and bleated a strong warning to a man drenched in the pangs of animal pleasure.
Willis having called me, he told of what happen begged me come to his aid.
I remember well the scene as I walked into his dank little shack. There in the center of his small sitting room was Missy. She standing with her hind legs spread wide was panting in delight. Hunched over her rump was Willis, humping like there was never going to be another tomorrow. I stood mouth open, eyes wide and could not speak as what I saw was yet a man half changed into a male dog, he being so much the same like Missy.
In a sudden action I stepped close and reaching down ripped off Willis the silver chain and bell from around his then furry neck. Even as it yanked off from him, he exploded his seed into the bitch, then howling like some wolf enjoying his conquest.
The bell removed the curse, it stopped before it had taken yet another into the realm of complete bestial life. Willis remained hunched over Missy, looking as if helpless then, I expect he felt his cock and dog knot still stiff and keeping the stud and bitch stuck tight together until they both should begin to relax. Twenty minutes of pure sexual Hell and with a resounding pop, Willis pulled his then very red doggy big cock and knot out of the furry slit, it as tight a grip on Willis as he had felt in a long, long time.
Slowly this once man being himself black from birth stood upright looking at me with wide eyed horror as of what he was then in self mostly changed into being a very well endowed, male dog.
I stood back letting the dim light from a lamp there illuminate his very strange looking form. A well muscular man he was seemed more in tune with the dog he was mating. Like Missy his chest, body, arms, legs, were completely those of a dog. His balls stuck out under a flat furry butt, a tail he wagged showing his sense of sexual glee. I know I gawked seeing his large doggy style of red, pointed cock still out erect and showing the lump of his knot.
Stuttering to try then to speak, he closed his eyes as Missy being ever so loving and grateful, stood before him licking the spunk off his red hot rod. Terrified and wishing to talk, Willis was distracted by his dog Missy, and her cleaning of his cock.
In mental anguish from it all, Willis tried to smile, but having then in his mouth sharp teeth and fangs, he tried had to work a mouth well on its way to being a dog muzzle. Words came then hard and he shaking, being made anxious by Missy and her licking, he would begin to drop toward a hunched pose and like he was ready to grab her and rut wild like a dog feeling the call to rut. Yet, he stopped and stood upright again, changed about maybe sixty percent of his human self into becoming as a dog.
The bell removed from his neck did not make him return to the man he was before. Instead, he stood and walked about on big doggish paws, he avid in telling of his experience, slurring words, and making having to listen to him as all the harder.
At long last he slowed his speaking, then stopped and just stood there looking around inside his small house. Missy sniffed his groin making him lean forward and with hands almost as paws, he took to scrubbing her head as if to show his love.
I standing there holding the bell and chain was stunned when Willis in as cool and calm a manner begged me to return it, placing the chain and bell to his neck. He modeled his halfway changed form, asking of me to let the changes continue. As Erin had not returned to human form, so I figured Willis was going to remain as part dog too. Missy barked with obvious glee as once Willis donned back on the chain and bell, he began again rapidly becoming her real and proper formed mate.
Since then I own a junk yard now, as well one male brown goat, and two very horny mix breed dogs. Oh, I have this chain and silver bell if anyone wishing to and owning an animal, or having a favorite pet would care to wear it; I can assure the relationship between owner and pet will grow closer than one might ever imagine.
Now the story cannot just stop there, but of those Lisa felt betrayed her and her beloved betrothed, she has begun searching for us all. She caught up with medical student Tom, and similar what became of Erin happened to Tom, he changed into being permanently a buck goat she sold him to a petting zoo. Tim, Todd, and Terry, cousins to Tom, Lisa made of them as all Mammoth Jackass donkeys and sold them to a farm where they work daily, using muscles they never knew they had.
Now she will be after me, and so I lay low, staying here where I have to watch two dogs in constant state of horny heat, rutting several times each day. As Erin, he I thought was in need too, and did purchase since for him three nanny goat for him to…, well you can imagine!