Mark had worked at the antique furniture store for the last six years now. He was still trying to earn enough money for college when it happened. The store received furniture from varied estate sales during most any year, and this one was a strange lot to behold. The Sterling estate trustee gifted some of the really odd pieces of furniture to the store. As rumors and unproven facts, it was sort of common knowledge that Mrs. Sterling was a collector and as well a practitioner of the supernatural. The many items literally given away to their store were odd to say the best of them, most were things rare and outlandishly different, some quite vulgar. Mrs. Arthur Sterling had just recently passed away, but not without a write-up in the newspaper about her life and of she being married twenty-two times during her 106 years of life.

The collection of furnishings that Mark had to catalog had so much stuff, things attained likely from each of those she had married. One item a set of chairs came from out a basement theatrical room. Mark had helped to carry the chairs out and up the stairway to take them out to the waiting truck. The room as like the chairs was weird. The room was a private viewing theater, but with animal pens built in the corners of the room, each aside the viewing monitor.

There were four chairs, they of those overstuffed slouchier types, and each made of thick leather of differing color, and the texture too suggested each came from a varied breed of animal.

Mark helped to do the moving of the whole lot from the Sterling mansion to the store's warehouse where they items were cleaned of years worth of dried crusty drippings.

It was a warm Friday afternoon and all involved worked up a lot of sweat, Mark being a strong lad and football lineman, he had the strength to hoist up each of those weighty chairs and totted them up and out.

The work finished late on that Friday night with the moving, and the manager left the closing up, locking up for that night to one tired employee, Mark.

Mark did his duty and locked the store doors, the loading dock door, and turned off the lights. He thought to take his exiting from the building through the warehouse as its exit was closest to where he was told he had to park his rust-bucket of an old car.

Tired, sweaty, Mark had worked an eleven hour day in summer heat and done his fair share, was of the idea to go home because he was ready to relax. As he stood in the warehouse giving a last look around, his lunch pale and thermos in hands he gave a wondering look at the set of large chairs.

He had felt when totting them to the truck a strange feeling from them as if they wished to remain in the old mansion no matter what. They seemed to invade his thoughts, making Mark wonder to want to know as what the relaxing feel was of sitting in those big chairs. The timing seemed so righteous, the manager gone home and Mark there alone.

Mark walked between the grouped chairs and with time on his hands he finally plopped into one big chair, finding it as expected to be ever so comfortable.

The chair had a sensation of warmth and relaxing a person about it, as if its very skin was giving the seated person a quelling away of the worries we all have about our future and life.

A few wondrous minutes of sitting in what was to him a feel of great luxury, Mark thought to himself, that this could be as his greatest desire and enjoyment. He felt satisfied for having sat in one chair, stood up then and was ready to head for home. The glint of afternoon sun coming through a warehouse transom window illuminated the back of a chair.

Stopping to gawk, Mark read there a name etched into a small brass plate, something he had not noted as tacked to the rear frame of then each chair.

The very one chair in which he had sat and felt so very comfortable was given a name on the brass plate, “Buck-Hide-Away.”

He felt again an urge to touch the chair. As he did it set in him an odd stirring of his heart, a rush in blood pressure, and weirder still he jerked his hips from having an instantaneous full inflated erection.

Sudden excitement in him had Mark hyperventilating and his aroused feeling failed to dissipate. Feeling lightheaded and wearier yet, he let go his lunch pail and thermos, both crashing to the cement floor. As he then plopped down into that black chair, and discovering that its leather had with it a fuzziness being something he had not notice before then.

Yet it allured him to want and enjoy the attributes of fully snuggling into the chair. As if the chair had in its embodiment a outreaching force of a mentality, and it suggesting to Mark as he sat there of its abilities to delight. He gained a new understanding as of the chair, as it granted to him of it bearing magic for a predestined style of comforting.

Noting what he had ignored when carrying the chairs earlier in that day, Mark eyed the arms of the chair as if they had narrowed. The chair had on each armrest a sleeved glove, as if for placement of the hands as if to feel warmer. Inserting his hands inside the sleeve, Mark found the inside was as well made of the same kind of leather but was quite furry. Inserting a hand he found the sleeve as longer than he originally thought it was, and able then to push most of his arm into the furred cavity.

Looking more closely again at the chair then, Mark noted a round knob to the left side of his chair. He giving it a turn caused the leg rest to jump from out the lower front of this wonderful chair. As too like the armrest sleeves, the leg-rest had two separated sleeved places to put in feet and legs as if to keep them warm and comfy.

The sleeves had flaps that when pulled, unfolded to fuller length specially cupped to cover more than the feet, the leather and furred sleeves could encase a seated person from their toes up each leg to cover them to surrounding their waist. These sleeves were quite furry at the waistline and down in to where they touched the heels of each foot, as from there the sleeve was as a tight and black sock.

Mark felt duty bound to give the chair a real try and with pushing his legs into the sleeves as provided, he found they would not let his pants enter without bunching them and snagging. A mental inkling touched to him then from that the chair suggested of when in use a person sitting in it needed to be naked. He then slipped off his pants, underwear, and socks, which allowed him then to slide his feet and legs down into the wildly odd, but extremely comfortable furred leather leggings.

Sliding into the leg coverings, Mark noted how the leg sleeves began at mid thigh to become tightening as if the thing had narrowed.

There seemed to be something else in the sleeve that his toes touched and like webbing that singled each toe separated from the others. He began to work up a hefty sweat with his getting comfortable in the chair. It seemed to increase the hold the chair had on him, both of body and of mind making him as its captive.

With feet and legs inserted and the furry leather covering tucked around him up to his waist, Mark felt an odd if wonderful sense of comfort. He then slipped in his hands and arms into the armrest sleeves provided. The sense of relaxation was remarkable, he had never felt so quelled of worry and or released of the concerns of life. As he sat there with his legs suspended up and level with his butt, hands and arms in their sleeves, the chair slide then a furred leather torso covering from behind him and it wrapped him as bound him snuggly into the chair.

The fearless feelings continued and Mark knew in him he should be afraid but the chair had its control of him and his mind. As if part of its purpose for those viewing of whatever would play out on the monitor screen, the chair made sure the viewer was quite comfy.

As Mark laid there the sweatiness of his skin and the sore as aching muscles from working all day seemed to dissipate into nothing but pure relaxation. As quelled and soothed, he wiggled his butt better into the furry leather of the chair. Lying then still and letting the chair finish its manner of comforting a seat person, from the headrest came a leather, furred envelope to come over his head, blinding him for an instant. The furry covering slipped over and encased tightly his head, neck, and surrounding his shoulders to cover him entirely from head to toes in warm and furry a sensation.

Mark felt stunned a bit of worry replace the enticed youthful wonderment, as if the chair were some sort of bewitched thing that with its manner was made for the entrapping of a person.

Struggling Mark all the tighter in place, the furred leather covering tightened its grip in an uncomfortable way about his groin and like wanted to crush his erection.

The adrenalin rush of escape came and faded quickly into a sense of calmed euphoria. So relaxed was Mark then that his mind seemed as if intoxicated, his eyelids became heavy and he giving in to the chair did drift off into a coaxed sort of sweet slumber.

The dreams he had were of sexy encounters, as Mark saw himself wandering about in some dry and arid land. He saw around himself numbers of goats and sheep milling about trying their best to find something to eat.

Then from behind him came a voice calling his name. He turned to look around but knew that none of the animals could have called him by name, and there were no people around that he could see. Again and again someone spoke, they calling him by name, until the voice said more, and suggested of new ways for Mark in his dreaming to experience masculine enjoyment.

As suggested to Mark by the unseen voice, it said that Mark should mingle with the female goats there. There was a nanny goat herd; the whole herd was feeling their wanting need for mating. One nanny goat a larger one than most there, she stood standing not six feet away with her rump turned toward Mark. The voice suggested he mount this female and give her what she so much longed and begged to receive.

Mark felt a denial to the ideas put into his head, he having religious reasons as why doing such a thing was wrong if as well unhealthy. He felt a renewed urge pulsing in him, he was getting another erection. The feel of lust he began to take control, he wanted to back away from making any such weird moves, or seek to assert an interest of the goat.

Oddly his nose twitched with it realizing her scent. A rich and musky odor was making his inner self urge him to make proper use of his stout erection. His body renounced the moral thoughts in his mind and answered his own questioning as this was only a dream.

As if all were for a moment but a blur, Mark found himself doing what the voice said and he having mounted, planted his penis, and was thrusting in the nanny goat with a beastly aggressive manner. He rutted the goat and questioned his own feelings even as the voice there from behind him, did continue to urge him to enjoy this special time.

The thrill, joy, and feeling of fulfillment so enthralled Mark that he finished breeding the first goat and went on to begin helping the other female goats as to their similar needs. As one nanny soon led him to another he found his sex play as bolstering his masculine ego. The concerns he had of having sex with an animal and for reasons of possible ill health faded away. Mark felt like it was then his duty to owing these his herd to mate with them for his entire life seemed less as ridiculous an ideal, he was liking this being like a goat!

The sense of his enjoyment climaxed when with each planting of his hot cock inside a nanny goat, the surge of semen spewing out of him made for a happy time what all seem so worthwhile.

The voice congratulated Mark for his several mating sessions into every nanny there and all were assured they were pregnant. In his vivid dream Mark stood there feeling too of the chilly breeze flowing over his slimed penis, it added its urging of him to relax and accept this different way to live a wondrous lifestyle.

The voice asked if Mark wished then to stay, it offering as he could become then a herd sire. The voice offered too to Mark he could return to living in the present time if slightly changed from this experience.

It was for Mark a tough thing to decide. He had never felt so relaxed nor had such a wild orgy night as this his time with the goats. He was at that moment in total contentment taunted by being something he would not have wanted to be except maybe in this his dream.

“The offer stands, join this herd,” the voice prodding, “Or return to your other life and live there as people would make you live the rest of your life!”

Suddenly the big plans and his love of family and friends meant very little. Mark stood there thinking about his options as then a welcoming nanny made use of her warm and wet tongue to licking the drying slime off his still erect red penis.

The desire was strong to stay and this new body offered such a vibrant feeling of a body and life made for pleasure.

"No, I want to leave this and return to live my life as I see fit!" demanded Mark.

The glint of morning Sun coming in through a transom window was the alarm clock to Mark. As he opened his eyes the memories of his wild night of beastly orgy was fresh in his mind. It was the odd feelings he now had as of being trapped in those furred sleeves that offered him a mix feeling between relaxing and what he felt for hours before.

He removing the right arm free of the sleeve; eyes went wide with a moment of personal terror. His arm was not his arm, but still then as was his goatish foreleg! His fingers were gone and now he sported a set of tan colored set of cloven hooves.

Turning quickly he worked his left arm free the sleeve finding similar changes there. As he looked down the length of his naked chest he groaned an agonized moan, he seeing a chest not of his human self but decidedly all of him being then like in his dream as a male goat.

Grumbling his remembered choices, then his mindset wished he had remained a goat there, and to do as the voice offered, he to live the life of a sire for many Nannies.

Working one leg free and then the other he saw his brown shaggy haired thighs, and thin feet down to hind cloven hooves.

Raising his head it felt heavy and out of balance. Mark suspected the worst and was not denied his personal terror. Horns, he had large thick horns which curved and stuck out over his long pointed furry ears.

"Dumb!" Is what he thought to say but the sound which wriggled out past his lips was nothing better than the bleat made by a common goat!

As Mark tried to roll out of the chair he flopped forward sprawling out face down into the chair. He laid there for several moments as his chest barreled out and with a dull sensual pain. A non-human penis burst from a goats sheath only to poke up and out as something rigid. He cocked his head and for a moment had the thought to lick and or suck his new goat penis.

Pulling out and away so he could stand on the chair cushion he looked around at his changed world. He wondered what might have then happened he had slithered down in any of the other named chairs.

Then he felt his stomachs growl and his prime thought was one of hunger and a need to find something to eat.

A bounding jump from his chair he hit the concrete floor with slipping hooves and a sudden panic to stand. He was ready, set and standing then on all fours as any male buck goat might.

Then from out of the air came a friendly voice reminding him of an ole saying with a slight twist. "Remember this Mark, it is better to give than to receive, when by being the male goat what is gives is as something you would otherwise not have cherished!"

“Weeks later Mark was busy enjoying what he never really wanted but discovered it had its own special thrills! He with his human thinking mind became more than just a goat and herd sire, he allured his owner too, a human female liking his kindly manner of fornication with her!”