You blushed at the advances of the two, at least aesthetically, attractive satyr. Both of them, like all the satyr in this valley, were overtly athletic and a pinnacle of some form of athletic health. The female satyr was build like a marathon runner. She was overtly thin, and yet her thin muscles were taught, with a clear sixpack pressed onto her waist. The male was build like a gymnast with massive arms and pecs framed on a broad and muscular form. He was hairy too, with shaggy pecs and scruffy face, but the face underneath was young and boyish. A man, or satyr, in his early 20s it seemed.
His heavy hand, still on your sausage-like cock, began shifting up and down it whilst the female fondled your balls. You eyes went wide as your stomach begun to twist itself. You turned, starting to panic, to the female still sucking at the air and grinning in-between gaping breaths. Her hand was still resting underneath your now heavy balls.
You knew this was erotic, because you knew what erotic looked like. These people were clearly attractive, for you'd seen pictures of models and 'pretty' athletes and understood what was desirable. But here, right now, simple discomfort was all you felt regardless how much they stimulated your half hard loins. It was a muscle reaction, nothing more, and the notion of what could follow was deeply uninteresting. But then, these were creatures of lust! What would happen if you...No! Not today.
You heart was racing, and quickly you stood up. The satyrs released you, falling back clearly confused. Such things were carved out of sextual delight - their simple touch was an aphrodisiac.
"I'm not interested!" You sputtered, feeling disgusted by their advances.
"I'm sorry?" The Female sputtered.
"That's not fair!" The Male cried, slapping the ground beside him in frustration. "We've marked you!" He explained, almost pleadingly, as he pointed at your 12-inch cock. "You're supposed to cave into carnal delights and join in our beauty! Fuck I want you so bad!"
You stood, awkward and suddenly feeling exposed. It was strange, and perhaps an influence of the Satyr's picnic, but you hadn't thought much of your nudity until the Male had pointed at your lengthened cock. You blushed and then turned away from them and began walking. Where to, you couldn't say. You were undoubtedly lost in this magical forest. As you walked away from the magnificent feast, past the satyrs who stop pleasuring themselves or each other to watch you walk away, you felt fear.
What now? What will happen to you?
After walking for ten minuets, finding shade behind a large tree, you sat down and assessed yourself. Yes, there was your new cock, which was 12 inches and reddish in coloration. You wondered how you'd dress now, or even wear underwear with this monster in your pants. You doubted any real human had to deal with a rod like this. Perhaps permanent nudity would be the way to go, and given your current circumstance of being lost in a forest, one that wouldn't offend others. Worst still, it was a little hard from the physicals fondling from before hand and had yet to dissipate. You grimaced at the though, and then again at your delayed dislike of being naked all the time. You then frowned, turning you attention elsewhere. Your legs which were was devoid of any real hair, and now were covered in dark hairs, but were still within the rims of typical humanity. You ran your hands up and down them, adjusting to the new, slightly prickly sensation and sighed. This was fine, you supposed. If it ever bothered you, back when you get home, you could always shave it. Then again, you'd heard from others that was a hassle to maintain.
You frowned, feeling lost and slightly an alien in a familiar and yet different body and wondered whatever you could do next? Looking down at you still semi erection, you wondered how others made them go away. Normally people just wait, right? I mean they don't always, do they?
You shuddered.
Then...