"Oh damn you, this thing can do what... you said it did to you, it is doing now to me...!"
"I said to be careful; this donkey sheath, these big, all black balls, and my 21 inch long, black, non-circumcised cock, and body fur was not the real me yesterday, Mike, are you listening to me?" Jeff said.
"Yeah, and that was your fantasy, to fuck equine mares, but me, I liked, wanted, preferred feeling of, mouthing, enjoyed guy cocks..., oh this hurts down in my groin!"
"Mike, Mike, your ears, your face, cheeks, you are changing!" Jeff said, he fumbling with his hands at his sheath.
"I saw what I wanted, what I would like to be the real me..., but it so hurts, you did not say how bad it hurts to change!"
"I asked for an instant transforming, as that had no pains," Jeff pleaded.
Mike began frantically removing his clothes. "I won't be needing any clothing when this thing finishes with what I choose...!"
"Mike, you have a cute, furry tail, and furred buttocks, as..., of wow, your scrotum, its so bigger and furry. What did you want to be, as I knew you were gay!
Cripe, your thighs, their sprouting dense black fur, your asshole looks beastly as black, and is boldly now out in the open for all to see!
Is that blood trickling down your forehead, Mike, my friend, you are growing a pair of black horns at the peak of your forehead, what did you want to be...," Jeff pleaded of his friend?
Mike turned and rose to standing, "Me, as I chose to be a black, all furred body, satyr, devil with demonic powers. Powers to force men to do as I would wish, even capable to cause the transforming of friends to make me feel better. I wanted this, and if it is permanent, then I will be thrilled, delighted to be rid of the folks, my family; as dad hates his gay son!"
"Mike, really but this program is for having a fun time but to make it permanent... you really wanted to become a devil-satyr?" Jeff asked, as he began backing away from Mike.