You stretched as you began walking down though the forest, the bovine waving you off and he stumbled his way back though the forest. You knew you'd see him again, thinking about how that beast brought you into the world reborn. It was funny, taking each step on four, thick and sturdy hoofed legs. At first, you stumbled awkwardly, you changing mind reeling as it adjusted to it's transformed state, but within seconds you walked as if you'd always been a centaur.
You looked over your human half; it was strong and sturdy with mountainous pecs which were coated in sparce, yet dark and obvious hair, and muscular definition coating your tick torso. Fur traveled up to your navel in a thick fury trail and your once-shaven head had grown out further; it wasn't necessarily long, but it grew enough to curl into thick Mediterranean rings. Your forearms were covered thick in both muscle and hair, surely cementing your human half as a pineal of manhood. You remembered you old body, clearly weaker and far less suitable for you. This place was your home, it was the only home that mattered. As you reminisced about those old, and quite ridiculous days as a human, you smelt something. It was sweet as jam, dripping thick like honey. Hmm Yes, you thought. You knew what that smell was instinctively, and could recall the seed you expelled as you left you humanhood. Human spunk, dripping and waiting to be expelled...
You took off, you heart pounding as you ran though the humid forest, you thick form remaining strong and true. Diving into a clearing, you saw another young man, as you once were.
This was Jaden. He was short, 5ft at least, thin and spindly. Pathetic and hopeless, devoid of any tail-tale sings of masculinity, like you once were. Poor thing, you thought, taking a deep breath in for that sweet fragrance emanating off him. He was already drenched with sweat, having tossed his clothing behind a short while before. He was standing, using a tree as support with his eyes darting between you and his erection. It was full mast, dripping with that sweet-pre. You could tell - he'd yet to give in and embrace the curse. He needed to. You needed to help him.
"P-please no no!" He said, his hand starting to shift up his thigh. "The satyr, h-he said there was a c-cure. That I'd become something...oh god s-so horny...something else!"
You laughed. The lust he felt now was nothing compared to the sensations to come. But that was apart of the process. The reward for accepting the change. You approached him, ready with a helping hand and a gentle word.
"Go on...Give in! Warp you hand around that little thing and go pump and pump..."
You watched it drizzle with pre, feeling yourself growing on edge.