The teenage boy rolled over and stood up facing Circe with Jen stand behind her magical mistress.
"What did you do, poison me?' the boy asked, he looking past Circe and at Jen.
"Hope about you return to sitting on the floor in that cute fetal position, your arms crossed, held against your aching belly." Circe said, as she begin to grin an evil smirked grin, that the boy knew was big trouble for him.
"No Mistress, the boy, he is so cute, why not let him leave and go home." Jen said, she pleading for the boy, he having good manners, she felt did not deserve to become a pig.
"How dare you talk to me as if we were as equals, stand aside girl," Circe remarked, as she drew from a long pocket in her robe a black colored wooden wand.
"NO," yelled the boy as he rushed at Circe, giving her an elbow into her left side, making her to drop the wand and sink to he knees, she this time receiving a harsh pain.
The youth grabbed at, and picked up the magical wand before Circe could think to grab at it. He began swaying the wand, causing ripples in time displacement, making Circe to whine, thinking if he were not careful, she too might gain some wild times being a sow for her boar hog victims to screw.
"Please kid, drop the wand when you leave, but leave and run from here," Jen said, as the boy stood there and stared at Jen.
"What kind of a witch are you?" He asked of Jen, as she replied, " A new as young witch, now go, leave here, as if my teacher has her wish for you, your body and future will be worse than you could imagine."
"Magic huh, witches, and I am holding the magic wand..., oh and I ain't a kid!" The boy said, as just then Circe recoiled and grabbed at the wand.
"You are not a kid in any sense of the word, but you are bold enough to be a satyr!" As Circe suggested what she thought of the young fellow, her grabbing the wand sent it striking the boy aside his forehead. As the wand laid its touch to the boy, two goat horns sprouted from his forehead. Furry ears grew in place of his human ears, as goat fur began to sprout as spread, soon to covering him from his head, to along his spine, to bloom as from the waist and down he became a matured male goat-satyr.
"Oh no..., baa...," The changed boy said as he saw and felt of his body changed into that of a teenager type satyr.
"What, what did you just do to me, I, I am part a goat!" Exclaimed the youth, as he combed his longer fingers through the shaggy goat fur that grew from his hunched thighs. Jen saw the boy change and she stepped up to him and let her ample breasts rub against his bare chest.
"You were cute before, but becoming a satyr makes you really sexy." Jen said, as the new satyr felt his arousal coming, he gawked down to see he had a belly mounted sheath and a buck goat penis rising up to stand rigid and wanting.
"OK, you two go off together and enjoy each the other's body, Jen let him mate with you, and Robert, Bobby, you climax in her more than twice and expect by morning to become then a buck goat, as a herd sire!" Circe said, as if to add to his perils.
"I want him in me," Jen said with a lusty tone to her words.
"You do just that Jen dear, and when comes the sun up in the east, you shall be my first ever female satyr. Your becoming a satyr makes you a servant in my house, and not a witch, but more like being a goat the more you let Bobby screw you!" An angry Circe announced to Jen as Bobby took her by her hands and walked with her to where they might find some privacy.