Circe tapped her trotter to her jowls, then realized what she was doing and stood up, shrugging off the form Ty had given her like last fall's unfashionable coat.
Once more the beautiful Grecian enchantress, she looked at the incredible mess in the yard, including Mark and June still rutting in the corner. She waved her hand and they regained their human shapes, but still remained having sex. She then took the barbecue-sauce-covered piglet by the ear, shook it once and restored it to the form of Dustin.
Dustin, though human, squealed in horror, remembering the woman who'd barbecued him to death and eaten him. "Go stand with your idiot parents," Circe told him and Dustin did, still squealing.
What to do. What to do.... She'd once turned the nymph Charybdis into a whirlpool monster because she sucked, but honestly, this was a mess.
And there was still an overhung boar standing there, staring at her. She gestured and he regained human form, now the immensely hung but otherwise human Landon. "You're the father of my latest children," she told him. "I think it fair to give you the responsibility of taking care of them and naming them."
Landon looked at the babies and gulped. "I'm only sixteen."
Circe looked at him, a bit perplexed. "A fine age for any man. But you are only mortal, having rather foolishly given away your previous power to my even more foolish son, Ty, so I'll need to give you something you can't just give away. Extra arms? Well, that would be useful but also cause conversation. And while centaurs are terribly good with children, it's difficult for one to manage in this modern age." She tapped her lip, fretting, until at last her face lit up. "Oh, it's so blindingly obvious--slaves!"
She waved her hand at Mark, June and Dustin cowering in the corner of the yard. At once June became younger, the years falling away as she went from a fortyish housewife to a fifteen-year-old nymphette with extremely large breasts. Dustin's age didn't change, but his sex did, as he became a match for his mother, but with even larger and perkier breasts. Finally Mark became both younger and female, becoming extremely attractive and stacked. All three were scrubbed and cleaned and dressed in Grecian gowns.
"There," Circe said. "These three, Markusia, Juniusia and Dustinia, who formerly were such bad parents and sibling to my son, are now enslaved to your will in all things...." She looked at Landon, as if searching for a name.
"Landon," Landon supplied.
"Ah good," said Circe. "Landon, my fine young paramour. Anyway, they're all young, healthy and full of milk, so should have no trouble nursing seven babes for the next few years." She gestured to the house, which remained unchanged, but she said, "This villa is now yours to raise our children in."
"Uh, thanks," Landon said as Markusia, Junusia and Dustinia came forward giggling and picked up the seven squalling babies, managing to stiffle all of them with breasts save one.
Landon saw the remaining baby as well as Circe looking at his naked chest, and he quickly said, "Uh, I can feed him with a bottle."
"Excellent," Circe said. "I keep forgetting these modern conveniences." She smiled then. "Well, I should be off to the underworld. I expect Ty should be there by now, and I didn't give him change for the Ferryman, and besides which, Hades owes me some favors so I'd like to design some special punishments for Ty."
She waves happily and disappeared into a crack in the earth, leaving Landon there, no longer a boar but now an incredibly hung teenage boy who was also a father seven times over and owner of three completely willing beautiful Greek slaves.