Chad wanted to scream in fright but alarmingly, all that escaped his throat was a bleating sound. He clamped it shut, flabbergasted. Where had that come from. Worse, the corse dark brown and white fur was spreading rapidly. It itched as the hair follicles erupted and came into existence, allowing Chad's pilosity to increase dramatically. But it seemed to be really focused upon his lower body. Chad then yelled in pain as his leg bones snapped into new positions and his feet fell compressed horribly. He saw his legs become slender and his toes fuse into two only. His ankles elongated and his backside itched terribly until in exploded of his body. Yet instead of blood, Chad's fingers encountered a stubby fluffy tail that moved, even. He didn't know whether he would have preferred gore instead. Then his cheeks scratched as more stubble also appeared. Alarmingly, his abs almost vanished, replaced by outward-facing nipples and a disgusting paunch. A pot-belly! He had a vile pot-belly! He had the body of a lazy jerk, not a star athlete. He watched his new round fuzzy belly jiggle happily as he sprouted horns. He touched them with apprehension but his screams for help were only coming out as bleats. He wanted to cry. He thought he'd become a disgusting goat but the transformation halted there. He then understood he was a satyr. But the next stage of the transformation brought some solace to his macho mind. His penis, now covered in a thick fuzz, like his testicles, grew bigger and as his testes did the same, it stood to attention. His testicles were pumping semen overtime and his manhood was bursting to release all the gametes it held. His satyr manhood was a true tribute to virility, he thought. Oh, any actor of pornography would be jealous. All girls would go crazy at seeng these! And it felt so liberating to feel the breeze on his crotch! To let his balls swing and jiggle happily, free of the confines of underwear. His dick felt so large and it was such a relief not to stick it into boxers! The bulge he was so proud of could now be shown and admired openly! As it deserved! His macho mind already adjusted to his new satyr instincts. And Chad barely fondled his testes and stroked his virile member that he came. At the same time, his mind flooded with exciting images of nymphs and human girls. Delectable! To touch them for real! Or even his fellow jocks! Their muscular sweaty bodies... Just the thought made him want to hug and kiss them all... He was spent but even if he knew he should be worried about his lost humanity, his desire for intercourse quickly became a priority for him. He wanted sex, not just self-exploration. And he needed it now! And wine. And roasted meat. And pastries. Sugar. Grease. Food. Yes, food would be nice. Especially alcohol. Nice tasty food that he could enjoy fully. He already had a belly and it showed how much he enjoyed himself. He could drink a lot of wine. That was much more a symbol of his manhood than muscles. Too tiring to maintain, at any rate... Sex and food. Yes, he needed that. He needed both. What more could life be about, anyway?
From the shadows, Rick smiled widely. His plan had worked perfectly! And the other jocks could become satyrs too. Or nymphs, to discover how it felt to be surrounded by pervy jerks. The mean girls could become nymphs as well. They wouldn't be missed, really. And it would teach them a lesson, once they realized their beauty was going to make them the targets of satyrs and new thoughts flooded their minds, setting them to a role they would they abhorred as humans. In the meantime, he snapped his fingers, sending Chad to his new life, in a world of mythology. He would be joined by his former friends and acquaintances soon enough.