Substitute teacher pet (Goat TF tale)

(Women into goat)

A whole class full of young adults tense with anticipation and expectation.

At the front of the class the teacher was sitting on her desk, to the right of the desk a goat was tied to one of the table legs, lying down and half asleep. To the left of the desk with her arms crossed stood the well known and self proclaimed witch Chesshire, with her so familiar attire of a chestnut ponytail tied with a black bow, red shirt, short black skirt and long socks that reached to her knees.

She was blushing, arms crossed beneath her breasts, clearly upset by the whole ordeal.

The lecturer’s name was Delia, a wide woman who wore both her weight and age with beauty and class. Her slightly graying dark hair was tied down and lay across one of her shoulders, she wore a long flowery dress that highlighted her ample breasts together with small glasses resting on her petite nose.

She was checking out a fruit basket that she had found on the desk.

“Thank you all for this wonderful gift ladies and gentlemen!” the mature teacher exclaimed joyfully.

They responded equally joyfully.

“You deserve more, Miss Delia!”

“It’s tropical fruit!”

“We missed you!”

“It’s truly wonderful!” Delia nodded, leaving her gift basket back down on the desk. “I hope you all treated Miss Chess well during my absence.”

“Totally!”

“She covered for you quite well, and helped with our assignments a lot.”

“She’s pretty hot too!” joked one of the students.

Delia raised an eyebrow.

“More than me?” she asked jokingly.

There was more laughter, the student was going to answer, but Chess, frowning, couldn’t hold herself back any more.

“Can we just get done with this crap already?!” she shouted, causing everybody to shut up and the ram to lift his head.

The teacher chuckled.

“Oh, come on, Chess, dear, don’t be upset, you did a more than fine job, I really owe you one.”

“You tricked me!”

“Trick? Don’t be such a silly thing, I told you that you would get to enjoy my retirement plan for the same amount of time that you covered my class.”

“You didn’t tell me it meant I had to become a freaking goat! I wouldn’t have agreed if I had known!”

The ram sneezed loudly, a shade of disgust crossed Chess’ face, the class burst into laughter.

“He’s already got Miss Chess’s scent!” one of the young women giggled.

Chess crossed her arms tighter.

“Do we really have to have that thing in the class?... We... It really has to... Fffff... me...” the witch couldn’t find the words, so she shut her lips tightly and looked away.

Delia got up from her desk and rubbed the ram between his horns, making the farm animal shiver with pleasure.

“Absolutely, my dear Chess, you have to get the full experience and you are seemingly impatient to begin, so I agree, let’s move on from the pleasantries and begin the lesson.”

“I’m not impatient, you fat hag...” muttered Chess.

The teacher wasn’t too bothered about the insults.

“Fat nanny hag for you, my nanny sister... Okay class!” she clapped her hands to catch everyone’s attention. “As you are more than aware, to be certain that we offer the best of education possible, here, in Percival Turm College, we adhere to the most ancient of runic rules that demand a balance with the natural world. One of those rules is that, we, the ones doing the teaching have to go back to nature as beasts upon our retirement.”

The teacher got up from her desk and began to walk with her arms crossed behind her back.

“It’s a price we all choose to pay to this institution in exchange for the comfiest of careers,” Delia continued to explain. “But we are human, at least for as long as we are educators, and human bodies have a propensity to fail, but in such cases the rules still apply. I had to be absent for six months and Miss Chess, my good friend, agreed to cover my absence and she did the most wonderful of jobs, but now that I’m back, as the rules demand, she had to spend that same amount of time as my chosen retirement: A nanny goat.”

Chess ground her teeth.

“This is absolute bullshit...!” she protested, frustrated that not even her powers could save her from this humiliating ordeal.

“Goat crap, my dear,” Delia told her. “Because, as our very expectant students know, you are becoming a goat today. So stop being upset, don’t you worry, if after the six months have passed you are left more goat than woman, you will be offered the opportunity to stay in the pen.”

“You might be fine with an existence chewing grass, but I just covered you as a favour, I’m not going to waste my existence as petting livestock, you can be sure of that!” she glanced at the students. “You too, you bunch of backstabbing imps!”

There were some giggles and a number of louder laughs.

“In the end it’s always your choice, my dear,” Delia nodded. “But now the lesson must proceed, could you please hurry up and undress so your metamorphosis can properly begin?”

Many students stiffened in their seats, Chess blushes turned pale.

“Excuse me?”

“Undress, Miss Chess, you are about to become a goat and it is your duty to properly show the slow pleasurable process of your transformation to the class and for that you should be naked. After all, it’s silly for petting livestock to wear clothes.”

The witch blinked a couple of times.

“Are you serious...?”

“You know I’m fond of a joke, Chess, but I don’t make light of my job, so clothes must come off.”

Chess stared at her with wide open eyes, then at the couple of dozen pairs of hungry eyes in front of her.

A chill crossed her spine.

“Goddamn you!” she kicked her shoes off angrily. “Goddamn this stupid class!” hopping on one leg she pulled off her socks. “Goddamn this whole college!” her skirt was pulled down, followed by the removal of her red shirt.

“All your clothes, dear.” Delia said, as she pointed at the woman now just in her underwear.

Chess bit her lips, she was sure that one of the women in the back row had a rubbing hand down inside her pants, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Goddamn the idiotic, nonsensical, absurd, clownish runic rules...!” she ranted as she unclipped her bra. “And most of all...!” with her tits dangling freely she removed her panties. “Goddamn me!”

Panties were sent flying, and, just like a dog waiting for a master to throw a ball, another woman, one of the cheerleaders, gave a small jump out of her seat and caught the warm cloth mid air.

Now totally naked, very red and absolutely angry and full of spite Chess took one step forward, nude in front of the whole class. Hands on her hips, nipples hard.

“Are you all happy now?!” she asked.

There wasn’t a serious answer to her question, but as hard as she tried to remain dignified in the face of these humiliating circumstances she fully acknowledged how, underneath the chestnut pubic tuft covering her groin, the tender lips of her petite cunt were trembling moistly.

“Fantastic!” Delia clapped from the naked woman’s side. “That’s how it must be done! By being brave and unapologetic!” she touched Chess’ defenseless ass, making the woman gasp. “And mortified to the core inside, that’s what makes it so devilishly sweet! Class, consider this lesson a preamble to the day I retire!”

“We can’t wait to see you naked and bleating, Miss Delia!” a nerdy student said to the complete agreement of his peers.

Delia chuckled.

“That will happen soon for sure, but today Chess is the protagonist, so let’s give her all our attention.” she leaned forward with a sharp grin. “It’s already begun dear, do you feel it? The tingle? I have been told it’s wonderful, I have seen it a few times.”

There was a sudden atmosphere of tension in the room as everybody waited for Chess’ goatish nature to surface.

The witch denied it with a shake of her head.

“I-I don’t feel shit...” she mumbled, ignoring the beating of her heart and the growing tingle in her skin, she even managed to pull off one of her smug expressions. “I am a witch after all, and as I suspected your silly rules may not even affect me.”

The teacher moved even closer.

“Nah, you are holding it, faking it, but it’s useless,” her certainty made Chess gulp. “You are just creating a dam, a feeble one, and once it breaks the changes will be even beastlier than usual. Maybe it’s what you want my friend? It sounds great, I envy your restraint, if it was me I would already be bleating, begging for a ram... Don’t you feel it, in your lungs, building up? The bleat?”

Chess body grew tense, the students leaned over their desks.

“N-N-No, not at all... No... No bleating for me...”

She was interrupted by Delia.

“Lots of bleating for you, nanny.”

“You already tried, I’m not changing!” assured Chess. “Just let me go, please... Before... Ngh...” Chess’ nipples slightly shivered during that moment of doubt.

“Before you show us what a great goat you are? Not a chance, it’s the rules, my dear. Look inside yourself, it’s already there, hairy, horny and with horns, a big udder beneath a raised tail on that skinny butt of yours,” the witch’s pussy twitched. “Your body craves the ruin, the mutation, the degradation...”

“No...”

“Just like mine do, I dream about it so often, my so desired retirement, the peace of the meadow and the petting zoo... For so long and hard...”

Chess blue irises trembled, sweat beaded her forehead.

“The ram’s cock...” she confessed and immediately regretted it. “NO!  No! I Didn’t... I... Hmmmmmppppph...”

She stood very still, clenching her fist and her lips, curling her toes, Delia had both hands together, the students in the back row had stood up.

“Do it Miss Chess!”

“Let it go!”

“Don’t make us wait any longer, nanny!”

Chess realized that from the very first day her entire class had been waiting for this moment, that everytime she treated them with respect, for every shared joke or fun anecdote, to them it was just a build-up to this moment of utter humiliation.

They had always seen her as more of a goat than a woman.

That realization opened her lips... freed her lungs...

“You are all craAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZyyyy-yyyyy!”

The bleat.

She leaned her whole body forward, sticking out her tongue with the last syllables. That self-mockery was met with cheers, applause and even whistling, even Delia clapped.

“My dear, you are set!” Delia exclaimed.

“Just a goat! Just a goat! Just a goat!” the group began to cheer.

The witch had both hands against her neck, totally mortified, she felt the slow expansion of her breasts with her arms.

It was maddening, lunacy, insanity.

Angry and frustrated her mind only could only come up with one way to gain relief:

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Frowning furiously she bleated to the whole class, her mouth wide open, spitting at the front row. Two pinches to her forehead, two horns starting to sprout, more anger.

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The tingle of a goatee ruining her femininity?

“BAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAA!”

Ears starting to dangle as her tits reached a new bra size?

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

Chess bleated until she was exhausted and breathless, but she didn’t manage to stop or even weaken the classes enthusiasm.

“Full blown bleating already! She sounds just like one!”

“Miss Chess was totally born for this!”

“Her tits are swelling like balloons! And her nipples too!”

The changes to her teeth made the witch-soon-to-be-nanny descend into animalistic panic.

“No! NO! NOOOOOOO! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

She looked at Delia, expecting some help or comfort, instead she only found a mature chubby woman rubbing her crotch through her flowery dress.

“You held it up...” the masturbating teacher told the transforming young woman. “Now it flows all the way down through you...”

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh! PLe-PLEEE-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!”

Chess’ whole skull cracked, she groaned as her face was pushed forward with her last human plea.

Confused the girl blinked, her jaw moving as the feelings of the changes took effect. The itch of the fur, the growing of the horns, the dangling elongation of her ears.

Her fur was red chestnut, just like her hair, it matched it perfectly when it covered her whole face. At the sides of her forming muzzle the pupils in her bright eyes became distorted into lines that dizzied her field of view.

A panicking witch with a goat’s head.

“Woah, I thought her bottom would change first, you know, like a satyr?” one of the nerdy young women said as she pointed.

“I don’t care! Her tits are getting amazing!” a guy from the football team added for no reason.

“You are both correct...” Delia mumbled as she continued to masturbate with her ass pressed against her desk. “Those soon to be an udder are fantastic and her head changed first because she is not a satyress, just an ordinary nanny goat. Isn’t that right, dear? Do you want to argue that fact?”

Chess’ goaty eyes pierced the teacher, she was indeed about to contest that in her opinion, false claim, and also to say a lot of other mean nasty things, but instead, when she opened her mouth only one thing came out:

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

She moved backwards, surprised, and tried again.

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

With both hands covering her furry muzzle she realized that she couldn’t speak, that no  sounds other than bleats would come out of her goatly head.

And that only angered her more, that together with the class bursting into laughter.

“I guess that’s a yes then Miss Delia!”

“It’s a shame she never taught us bleating.”

Unfortunately Chess didn’t have much time to focus her outrage on that band of brats, she did bleat quite a lot more, but soon that funny tingly sensation began to take hold of both her hands and her feet.

Fingers twisted and swelled, claps began to form on her feet.

Hooves, useless for any complex human actions, but perfect to walk on on all fours like the beast she was about to become. Without a voice and without any hands any hope of using her witchy powers to reverse the runic tangling shifting her form was nullified.

Chess put her stretching arms over her overinflated breasts. Pink, veiny and topped with absurdly thick nipples the tits were starting to slowly but certainly slide downwards towards her crotch.

At her rear a tail was shaking free as her anus was exposed, her ass having been flattened into the look of a bony goat’s.

She was losing height, her chest and ribcage were already widening and barreling. Her shoulder cracked, it was hard to move, and when her hips cracked as well it became hard to stand.

The changing girls goatly eyes dilated in panic, so much had already changed, she now almost looked like one of those representations of the devil on tarot cards.

A female one.

With her goat head, with the fur on her arms and legs and now reaching down her back, the hooves and her sliding breasts that were soon to be an udder. The whole class, teacher included, especially the teacher in fact, found it both amusing and horny.

As horny as she was and not just because of her new horns.

The slow burning lust, the heat of the changes, seeing how her feminine shape was mutated bit by bit. Chess wasn’t a stranger to changes, she was a witch after all, but feeling them was always so... beyond her will...

Despite how troublesome the implications were, how humiliating it was having a class full of chums watching it...

Her pussy pulsed as it was dragged around to her rear.

With every second there was more of the goat and less and less of the woman, of any pretensions of dignity or at the very least any dignity other than the dignity worthy of a pen for livestock.

It was part of her desire to protest the changes and the humiliation, to cling and hold onto her pretension of humanity... but she knew that bleating was all she was capable of...

And bleat is what she did when a finger slid over her fur following the line of her spine, from the nape of her neck to the tip of her short tail.

“NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She looked back and saw Delia petting her back.

“Chess, my dear friend, it’s about time you got down on all fours, the ram is waiting for you...” the teacher told the goat.

Chess’ goatee and dangling ears shook when she noticed and sniffed the intent of the now standing ram tied to the teacher’s desk. The male that she was now almost kin of the same species to.

Her leathery cunt clenched.

“On all fours! On all fours! On all fours!” the class chanted.

She gulped.

Delia tapped her back with the tip of a finger, it wasn’t a push, but it was enough.

Four hooves clopped down onto the floor

Cheering and clapping

Everything seemed bigger from her new point of view, even after her neck stretched. The fully formed udder jiggled between her back legs and then Delia was untying the ram.

Her chin shook, her hair began to fall along with her black bow, leaving only fur covering all of her body, her body now almost completely that of a brown chestnut goat.

Chess was anxious, nervous and a goat, a million things crossed through her horned skull, but it was hard to focus much on any of them. About how much her form has changed, about everybody seeing her in this state, about what the months ahead had in store for her... about enjoying it too much...

It all crashed down when Delia suddenly rubbed her behind her ears, the teacher had knelt by her side to calmly mutter: “Shhhhh, don’t worry, dear, don’t get mad and bleat. You now know how great it is to be a nanny, the perfect retirement, just let it flow and it will all be a blissful dream...”

“Beeeeh...” was all Chess could reply..

She didn’t disagree, even if a very tiny part of her was still upset about all the trickery, but that part just began to moan and touch herself when the ram sniffed at her furry rear.

Without any gentle delicacy the ram just mounted the goat and the goat soon bleated in pleasure as she was fucked in front of the class.

The class was cheering and clapping as the last changes took place and then only a female goat was left from what was the witch.

Delia, blushing red, watched the scene, her heart full of envy, she sighed tiredly.

“I wish it was my turn already...!”

A roaring success of a lesson - success from which everybody got an A.

After those classroom events the goat was put in the college’s farm, where she quickly adjusted to the simple routine of chewing and milking.

The students often came to visit and pet her, the goat, proud even in her current state, tried to maintain her dignity, but she found that Delia was right, that it was just so easy to mindlessly slip into  a joyfully beastly slumber.

Chewing grass without a thought in her mind, resting with the rest of the herd, playing with the kids...

As the weeks passed it became harder to form the image of the witch in her mind, the woman she had been, it became a foggy form, undefined beyond the most basic of sexual traits and the goat found it hard to care about.

She wasn’t ever forced to mate with the rams and after the first pair of offspring her perceptions to the flow of reality weakened further and the question of her returning to school as the beautiful young woman she used to be, seemed more and more unlikely..

Time became a blurry matter and one day another goat joined the herd, an older, bigger and chubbier one, with grayish fur and a larger udder than her.

They both met as dear friends despite their previous disagreement and what had changed, but neither goat let that sour their peaceful days, nor let it stop them from continuing enjoying teaching the young kids the important lessons of life.