If Derrick’s mind was not lost in the soothing mist, he would notice a faint itching across his body.
“How do you feel?” Hebe said.
Derrick responded with a undistinguishable mumble. The feeling began to strengthen. Perhaps it was a trick of the mind, but Derrick could smell wine in the air. His robes slipped open, leaving his body bare open. Dark hairs began to layer on Derricks legs, beginning in small amounts , progressively increasing with each passing second. Derrick laughed as images of goats, fields and dancing tangled his thoughts.
His toe nails began to harden, blackening as his feet trembled. He flexed one arm outwardly as it trembled from the growing forces flowing down his body. His figure nails became a hardy black. His skin, wet with sweat, took on new hues. It began to grow darker.
“You look relaxed,” Hebe said, rubbing a towel drenched in a strange ointment up and down his chest. Derrick let out a distant cackle, fur thickening across his groin. He developed a furry sheath, as his loins loss any semblance of humanity. New hormones, not made for a human male, began production. They pummelled his form with new sensations, burning away something. Something human. The thick patch of fur on his groin spread down his thighs while a trail of thickening hair up to his belly button. As this trail grew, Derrick thrusted forward with a mighty yell; solid muscles began to developed, dense aching throbbing and thumbing on this abdominal. His pecs rounded, abdominal muscles - a densely pack set of abs - as his skin hard turned from pale white into a rich tan. A dark fuzz of brown fur breach his skin. It coated his chest, growing in large amounts in between his pecs.
As his hair curled, Derricks blond locks darkness into more a dirty blond, hornets curled for his head. Quickly thick side burns spread down his cheeks to the bottom of his law line. Stubble dotted bus shin and Derrick cried out.
“My body!? What- what have you done!?”
Derrick knew what these new bodily features meant. It all connected. The Greek theme, the so called actors playing Greek Gods. This was real. And he was becoming a Saytr.
His legs grew larger, matching his growing physique. His face snapped as his now brown eye brows has thickened, amthcing his now thick, brown, mop of curls, as his outward facial features became chiselled good looks. With a thick, rectangular shaped nose, one expected for a monstrous saytr, becoming the only anonymous feature on an otherwise handsome face.
“Relax,” Hebe commanded, adding new herbs into the pot. A new layer of mist evaporated all will from Derrick. He laid down, with every through demanding that he escaped fading away. Horns breached his skin and curled outwardly. Short and sharp, they glowed under the lamp light.
His feet had crushed and moulded into hoofs. Derrick sutured, reaching out in his mind to scream for aid. At last, the final inches of his humanity were caressed away. Fur coated his arms, trailing off into thick tuffs on his elbows.
“Well, are you relaxed?” Hebe asked.
“My....my body.....”
“Shuuush. All will be well.”
No longer was Derrick human. Despite his hairy, but human upper torso, not a drop of human remained in him. What fair awaited him now?