You eyed your youthful, slightly tanner, excessively thin physique in the lake reflection, a body devoid of any body hair barring the tuffs of pubic hair surrounding a member now an inch longer than it was before. You shuddered, not out of disgust but a mixed sense of arousal. An alien sentiment had rooted itself inside your subconscious like a pebble in a shoe.
A fresh start…a tender canvas to be remade.
This urge led to a flaring sense of urgency as you felt the presence of a pair of eyes upon your naked form. Slowly, your urges rising you felt your hand slip down towards your groin…
Hmmhmm…naked…fresh and ready to…NO!
You spun round to greet whatever creature stalked you. As they entered the clearing by the lake, your eyes widened with slight confusion and, with and added layer of embarrassment, envy at the creature. The confusion was because, at first glance, they appeared to be human. It was a tall, proud looking man who stood at 7ft tall and looked the definition of ‘Spartan.’ Rich, almond colour skin with his black hair cut short yet still it curled into a messy mop of tight rings. His body was built like a Greek statue, his body thick with tone, muscle and popping veins. Every muscle was large, defined and clear-cut as glass. Hair coated his legs, so much so they had a slight shaggy quality it’s to them. His forearms were covered in hair also, not like his legs, but enough to layer his arms with hairy, archetypal masculinity. A thick and wide treasure trial climbed from the jungle-like tangle of pubic hair around his 11inch cock and spread into a dark coating across his thick chest. His jaw was lined with a warriors beard as well, which grew neatly and would immediate bring to mind images of Greece and rich food without much effort. The Spartan man smiled at you, his sharp pearly teeth shining back at you.
“Good to see you again,” his brace voice was thick with a Greek accent. You stared blushing, feeling your member begin to harden. However also, your kind now overwhelmed and racing, underneath the Spartan layers of the man you recognised him.
“Andy!?”
You blinked, recognising the hints and features that belonged to your missing friend. The words of that centaur echoed in your mind. He gave in…and doesn’t he look good…
“It’s Adndonius now, but ‘Andy’ will suffice for now.”
Andy overshadowed you like a giant and as he approached you could smell a wall of bodily odours - perspiration, oils and cum - that made your mind tingle with a mixture of disgust and a weak and yet primal satisfaction. His hairy pits became noticeable as he reached out to ruffle your hair, your nose catching a stronger whiff of the man. You slowly became hard, your legs fidgeting in place you tired to subtly hide this.
Of course, Andy knew this. You could see now he was more than human in a way you didn’t understand. The were instincts buried inside him. He took a deep breath in, smelling the air.
“You’ve given into the curse. That’s abundantly clear,” Andy began, resting his large hand upon your head in a familial sort of way. “I can smell your spunk, little buddy. Plus you’ve already been changed in preparation. Oh the work I could do…”
You were standing at full mast now. Blushing you pushed aside Andy’s hand and stumbled backwards from him. Your heart was pounding, the pressure of lust rising and all the while Andy stared you with that same, sharp smile…