You were a stud! Rich, smooth skin with a body pound in ruddy muscle like the Greek Statues Doryphoros and of Adonis. You felt your form, which quickly stimulated you somewhat, leaving you a little hard. Still you resisted, too awestricken with your form to give in to pleasures, or at least not yet. Your chest was bare, but your crotch and legs were thoroughly shaggy and your pits contained patches of thick, dark hair.
Your dark eyes saw though the thick cloud of mist surrounding you, and to your surprise, they were far sharper and intactly agile. You knew, though the same magic that gave you much knowledge of Greek life, sport and other such things. You rose onto your feet, slightly numb in the afterglow of your emissions, no doubt the exhaustion spurred by a bodily transformation, but also the arm air itself. Yet, you could already feel the potential within your flesh. A vibrance that no doubt would emerge after a good nights rest, or under the right circumstances...
Despite not asking for this, and initially unaware that such a form would make you feel as good as it did, you smiled though the exhaustion and looked upon your body and gave it a little flex. Each muscle popped and budged and quickly you found yourself purely enamored with the flesh that was all yours. Your loins continued to stir, but you resisted.
This experience was maddening! But then though the mist you heard a set of heavy, cloven footsteps. You stumbled clumsily into action and raised your fists in self-defense. You then stared at your first, somewhat surprised at the sudden instinct to raise them and the new bravado. The large, minotaur form of Dave suddenly emerged though the mist. He stared at you shocked, but then his expression smoothed over into a grin.
"I see you've..." He paused, searching for the words. "Been cared for..."
You blushed. "What's happen to me?" You said, sightly shocked by the brass boom of your voice.
"Well, it seems this place has brought you into your potential. Or at least, a version of it. Many people have traces of the old world of magic in them, even if it is in just the hero's of Greek myth." He grinned at you. "Damn, you're looking good bud. I can still recognize you, but everything is..." He looked you up and down. "Improved."
You folded your arms around you, feeling not uncomfortable, but something else... "I'm not sure. I feel tired, but there's this stirring power within me."
"You've undergone a metamorphosis. It's only natural. Come. You can crash at mine to recover."
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You and Dave walked on down the alleyways and corridors of Mythtopia. When you first came here, it was only the staff who were under the effect's of the old magic, but you could see it had begun spreading across the park and soon, no doubt, the world. You saw satyrs and naiads and all kinds of animalistic creatures. But it all felt right to you. Like the world was becoming as it should.
Eventually, walking down the hallways within the Staff Accommodation, you made it to Dave's room. You had noticed all the looks you had gotten along the way. You weren't sure how it made you feel, but those parts of you fully changed and not tired felt a kind of raw excitement.
Dave's room was the size of a small apartment, with the bedroom located just down the hall. The kitchenet was just to the left of the door, and ahead was a large couch and a tv. You clumsily stumbled towards the couch before Dave laid a heavy hand on your back.
"Nah, you can sleep on my bed."
You were so tired, you didn't even question the gesture and simply wondered into Dave's bedroom and collapsed into it.
You were out like a light.