You felt different, something had changed but you couldn't put your finger on what. Your pubic bush a bit hairier, but nothing else catching your eye. Maybe it was just your imagination...
Though now was far from the time to be imagining. You barely escaped from those temple grounds, and the shrubbery of this forest is now coated in your seed. You shudder, feeling your cock quickly becoming hard once more. So responsive to the world around it, even the gentle breeze of the wind causing a moan of pleasure to escape as it stimulates your lower regions. You just came, but you feel ready to go for another round.
But you have to resist. This place is crazy, and that Satyr said something about you becoming like him. Even if you're on edge, you can't just give in. You keep moving on, retracing steps to leave this forest and return to civilisation. But the pathways make no sense, the passages you travelled down leading to locations you have never seen. Lakes and springs, caves and mountains.
Your feet begin to burn from the constant travel. Hindered further by your own needy cock that has refused to relax despite all your efforts. Dripping pre as you travel and filling the air with your stink. Not only clouding your mind now, but leaving a trail that starts to be followed. You hearing the sound of hooves hitting dirt, heavy and calculated steps behind you. Turning to see your hunter, you're momentarily frozen in fear as it is another beast of legend, a minotaur.
The easily over seven foot bullman is covered in brown furs. Body more masculine than any man you have seen, large pecs and arms as thick as your torso. Legs firm and hooved, leading up to his own thick horsecock that stands errect. The beasts face matching that of a bulls, nose pierced and expression twisting into a smile. Two large horns jutting out at the top of his head, pointed forward and cementing his image.
"Thought I smelt something. Let me help you, 'friend'."
Is the last thing he says before charging you. His body clashing with your own, tackling you onto the dirt as you fear for your life. Worried that his sharp horns will pierce your flesh, but instead finding the bull attacking you in another manner. Holding you tightly against him as your puny cock grinds against his. Both of your members already wet as you rut against your partner, you reaching your climax in seconds. Coating the bull with your own juices and once more feeling yourself be refilled. More seed inside you, more desire to cum once more. The minotaur repeating the gestures, repeating the joint grind in an effort to get you to cum once more. But his own pleasure gives you an opportunity to break away. Pushing the beast back as you run away into the forest.
You take a moment to regain your breath, dazed by the pleasure from before, and the once more needy state of your cock. Though it's worse than before, even more sensitive now. Almost demanding your full attention as it pulses idly, harassed by the wind and causing a few moans to escape your lips. But you still have enough composure to not give in, and enough sense to see how this curse is progressing. Your legs now covered in hairs, almost fur like but thankfully still your legs. Your cock even longer and thicker, having grown during the rutting. Your torso enlarge, skinny self a thing of the past as your pecs are firm and arms thick. Both with light coatings of hairs.
Finally, you run a hand through your head, feeling a dusting of growing hairs up there as well. This place is having its way with you, and you're once more tired. Maybe you can't get out after all...