A Fifty plus year old fool watched the sexual romp and the physical change. He also heard and saw the evil of the satyr's as they offered Circe's wine. The two ravenged lovers now looked at life as goats.
'Damn I almost wish to join those two,' he said softly to himself. As he turned to leave a pair of shaggy legs stood in front of his escape. He looked up and as he opened his mouth to yell the bold satyr pushed his goat cock into the old fool's mouth.
'Enjoy dear sir and come with me,' said the large male satyr. As he stood up other satyr's gathered to see the new catch.
'He's and old man,' said a young female as she reached to stroke the swelled cheeks holding the goat cock tight.
As he stood not knowing what to do and if he could even run, the group removed his clothing. Standing naked before the increasing group he shuddered as a female knelt down and placed his stiff hard in her mouth. FEAR, was building as he looked down to see his new hoofs. Cloven hooves, and hairy legs. A goat like form growing up to cover and bury his human self till all was beast. Fear, desire, lust, sex, sensualness, ah he longed to mount.