You begin to hear a buzzing sound like maybe bees, or hornets what open invade public bathrooms.
Finally you got done with your need and standing upright the buzzing sound seems louder. You pressed the wall mounted flush lever, and as the water rinses the urinal, something feels odd.
There seems a presence with you in that stinky bathroom. You turn and walk toward the toilet stalls, giving the door to each a short kick with your shoe.
Checking five stalls and nobody was there, but the sensation of a presence remains.
You go to the washstand and turn on the hot water with a plan to clean your goat pissed on hands. You turned the faucet but nothing came out, so maybe only cold water was working. You tried that faucet and it had not a drip of water coming out.
"Damn rest rooms, what is wrong with this place," you angry did yell, as your voice echoed the concrete walls, and still the presence was there as the air inn the room felt really dank, humid, as if thicker than when you entered.
The new urge comes with a groan from your belly, and the harsh passing of global warming methane.
"What's next...," you mutter as enter then a toilet stall and yank down your slacks, jockey shorts to lie around your shoes, before settling down on a chilly toilet seat to do your business.
"Nothing," you grumbled, "Huh, here you sit all downhearted, paid no dime but only farted!"
Rising to stand there is an urge felt to step out of your slacks, to kick away you jockey shorts, remove your socks, as slip off your shirt, to stand then naked, but why?
Minutes passed what found you wondering why you got naked there in the toilet stall. Thinking you are lucky that nobody else came in while you were making an absolute fool of yourself and not sure why.
"Don't be shy, show me what next you wish for me," you yelled, not sure still what was tempting you, and why you were doing as tempted?
Slowly, your cursed goat penis rose up as became erect, stuck up high from its sheath, as your body too stiffens, making you feel like a statue. As a stirring feeling around your furred sheath caused you to cast a look down only to see the black skin and black sheath fur was spreading, growing quickly covering you from up and down until a minute later you stand there looking more like you were born a goat.
"No, no, no," you thought, as from inside you something replied, as "Yes, yes, someone such as you best become a buck goat!"
A spike of pain above your butt foretells of you are growing a tail.
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