"Well, then Genie, I wish I was a satyr!" you exclaim suddenly.
The genie cocks an eyebrow at you.
"A satyr? Truly?"
"Yes! I wish to be a satyr living in a land of mythology! But not a fat short satyr like in the movie 'Hercules'. I want to be a tall, buff and strong satyr, with the greatest testes and dick that will me the most endowed of them all! And I can revel in drinking and having sex with nymphs, amazons all the hotties of mythology! I wish for that!"
"Well," ponders the genie. "You can have this. There is a world in which mythological creatures reside. So... As you wish, master!"
The magic erupts from the genie's fingers and before you know it, you realize that you are in a bucolic and sunlit meadow, full of Mediterranean plants. There is a sea in the distance and everything is lush and warm. You're near temple ruins and there are huts and smokes from fires next to it too. A delightful smell of roasted meat reaches your nostrils. You then look down at yourself and see powerful brown goat legs. You're a goat down from your waist! And your arms are so hairy! But your muscles and chiseled and worthy of the most assiduous gym member. Your abs are incredible! And as you touch your face, you feel horns, long goat legs and a slight start of a beard. But your crotch... Oh, your privates! They are humongous! Sure, you have a sheath and your balls are unbelievably hairier than before but oh, the size of these things! You have monsters between your legs! Their bulge is so impressive they become almost fascinating... Yes, you are a most handsome satyr indeed! You can also hear voices, happy voices in the distance so you start trotting near the huts, delighted to hear young giggling female voices. Yes! This going to be fun! And there's sure ti be wine about! Sex, food and alcohol! Your wish made you land in the best place ever! Just the thought of seeing these young nymphs and having sex with them is enough to make your penis get an erection, your testicles pumping semen at once and blood rushing to your virile member, increasing their sizes even more, as such a thing seems possible indeed. Your sexual drive makes you run faster, intent on satisfying the lust of a satyr that now courses through you, an urge impossible to control. You bleat and pant in anticipation, ready to embrace and ravish the first nymph you see. And truly, muscles like a god and endowed as you are, how could they resist you? Of course, your wish didn't take into account the fact that satyrs love males as mucjh as females and that many different sentient beasts of mythology abound in the area...