"Ah ha! Looks like we've got another one..." Said a voice from behind.
You immediately began to blush from the combination of your own nakedness, your own skinniness and general unimpressive stature adding to that, and your recent, well, intimate moment from just before. Slowly, you turned trying to cover your own modesty, but were suddenly distracted by who was behind you.
He was taller than you by a long shot, and his smirk and causal attitude only making you more uncomfortable. But what worried you most were the thick, muscular legs which were incredibly hairy. Then you realized it was dark brown fur, and that his legs were hoofed like a goat.
It was a satyr. You continued to stare as he took a step towards you
His skin was richly tanned, dark and free of any imperfections. His torso was thicker than most guys you had seen, with finely defied muscles. Thick pecs with a solid eight-pack only further showing the pure masculine energy of this creature. A fine amount of dark chest hair coated his large, mountain like pecs, along with a furry treasure trail traveling from his beastly groin to his naval. His face was fine, slender and boyish like the Greek Statues that filled museums. There was a developing thick scruff of facial hair along his pointed chin, with sideburns coming in heavy. His slim, amber eyes were framed by his heavy eyebrows and massive curls swirled on top his head, complementing his long-goat horns.
"You caved in, huh?" He said to you.
You blushed,
"Ahha. You are in for a treat!" He said, coming round to wrap this muscular, hairy arm around you.
He stank like a gym locker, with hints of animals and hay. You made a attempt to move out from his embrace but stopped when be made his embrace a little bit tighter. Your heart was racing, and you felt increasingly strange next to this creature.
"What do you mean?" You said.
"You gave into your lust. That means the curse has succeeded on you. "
"Curse!?" You stuttered, pulling out of the Satyrs grip.
Turning to face him, you began to blush again as he laughed at you.
"You're gonna become a creature like me. Something gifted and wonderful." He said. "Don't worry, it'll be a delightfully pleasant experience. " He added with a pearly grin.
Your heart was racing now, growing quite aware of how your pubic bush had grown thicker. A change had taken place.
The satyr continued, "Well, you could be a beast-man of a kind, or a minotaur which would be kind. They're are so strong and sturdy. Love them! But another satyr would be nice. Regardless, after your change we could be quite the team..."
You felt overwhelmed, looking desperately for an answer or something that could make of this.
Then you began to feel...