"Now, let's get back to it, shall we?"
This pillar of a man is too much to resist. You're trapped again, prey caught by the devious warrior. But you like it even more than the first time. More resistance worked out of you, maybe it's just the fatigue, or maybe you've accepted this divine fate. Completely willing to give in to your former friend and learn this new way of life.
You collapse on your back, looking up at Andy. Even from here, you can smell the Spartans crafted scent. A natural buildup of sweat, dripping down his curly hairs. He must have run after you to get here so quick. But while you're barely catching your breath, he is barely phased by the sprint. His pecs pushing out just a bit further as he takes deeper breaths. Strong legs remaining firm as he steps on closer, and then gets down onto his knees. His hand starting at your pubes, and then running up your boyish and clean chest. Hairs started to spread with the movements, creating a thin treasure trail that thickens with each motion.
"What gifts should I bestow upon you? Should you remain a human, like myself? Just trained to your perfect form."
It would be wonderful. Getting hairy, getting big. Following your friends' orders and standing tall and proud as a new Spartan. Tanned skin and rich voice.
"Or perhaps another beast? We can never have enough minotaurs and lycanthropes."
The hair could turn to fur. Covering you in a warm forest and expanding your muscles greatly. You would be strong, dominant, a monster of this temple. Able to claim any man for themselves, and stomp around your new domain.
"There are many others as well. I could use a mount, a centaur, pegasus, or even a cerberus. Or perhaps you would like to retain your cute features and become a satyr? What is it that you want, my friend."
The options are endless, and Andy does not relent. His hand having continued to roam your chest, and now there's copious amounts of hairs lining it. Down the center of your torso, from top to bottom. Then spreading out when it reaches your pecs to cover them in short hairs. It's just the start, and again it could go either way. Fur, or just body hair. Either way, it's already starting to change your natural smell. You lean your head down and sniff, getting a mix of Andys own overpowering scent, and the hardy scent of a changing human. It's still you, but it's getting closer to that locker room stink you experienced when you first came here.
"A-aaah. I..."
You need to respond, but it's hard to get the words out.
"I want... to be..."