Joel took his shower, a cold one! Drying off was a new sensual experience as the towel combed his goat wool making the cold air from his air conditioned room give him goosebimples. As sex stimulates the rampage of the satyr infection, so also does the chill bring on increased growth of more wool.
Soon a disturbed man now half goat from the waist up paces his stateroom. Looking out the window its almost sundown. The lights and the carnival atmosphere would help dim anyone looking at some creature fighting his way back to that adventure path.
It was then that Joel understood the desk Clerk's offer to place him in a room near a rear exit and the barns. Had Joel been even more sensual with his lusty self he might have then walked out and became a piece of livestock for the Pleasure Island Amusement Park.
Maybe lucky for him he stoped when he had or that might have become a reality. Now though he was seven floors up and needing to be down and able to run about without detection.
"I got'a get to that Satyr glade and beg them to stop this changing!" thought Joel to himself.
One last look at his self in the closet mirror saw the goosepimples has spurned the black goat wool growth now even down to his feet.
Dressed in Spring jacket, long sleve shirt, black trousers and no shoes, Joel headed out into the hall. Trying not to be noticed as some goat who was loose from the farm, or a satyr loose from an old Greek myth, Joel made his way toward the freight elevator.
As the doors opened a thin little man was the operator.
"Yes Sir, when we stop at the ground floor the goat barns are to our left!" said the man.
Joel lifted his head and gave the man an evil stare with golden pupils now square set in black orbed eyes and half covered with black shaggy hairs.
"I need to go to the Satyr's glade how best can I get there?" asked Joel his voice deep and dark while slurring everyother word due to his now goatlike lips.
"Take the personell tunnel from thebasement exit and follow the signs, its about half a mile but you come out nearest the satyr's campfire area, I've seen it once myself!" replied the little man.
Joel was getting more and more turned on as he walked the tunnel toward the satyr camp. He was lucky not to meet a soul but as the smoke smell of burning logs touched his nostrils the man who was Joel found himself walking on now four legs and four sets of cloven hooves, he had become a goat!
Still himself in mind and wishing be returned to human form. Joel steped outside the tunnel. Looking out as dark shadowed forms wandered from orgy to orgy, looking new and wonderous thrills of sexual delight as not yet tried.
Even as he wandered about his goat self fitted in well with the goat like satyr forms and a few male of female goats being used as sex toys for the enjoyment of all.
Then Joel saw Shanna and Amy enjoying a round of oral sex with one young male satyr.
"Mauw Muaooul!" Joel tried his best to say his name.
It was Shanna who thought of her playmate from early afternoon and what Cedius said about him returning.
"Joel my love you have returned to me, let me pleasure you!" said Shanna.