Circe was feeling satisfied with Damon. Even though the youngster had started to rather enjoy his life as a frog, she felt a bit guilty to leave him as such. Who ever could say she was truly evil? She was curious as to how Damon was going to get used to this upgrade as an animal but she was confident that he was going to adjust to life as a bull very quickly. He was not a cow, not even an ox, in effect a bull that had seen its testicles cut away. He incarnated virility and power! Soon - when he'd be a bit older, perhaps a few more springs - he would let his instincts flow out in a flood of testosterone and he would mount most happily all cows and grown heifers as possible as they were presented to him. Yes, as a kind-hearted sorceress Circe had made sure Damon would be very, very popular in the eyes of all bovine females... He would produce many offspring, but for now he would just get used to the barn. Grazing in a pasture would soon be part of his life and starting from tomorrow, in fact. Circe toyed with the idea of making Damon a minotaur later on, if living as a bull truly appealed to him. Better than a gillcreature, as she had pondered of Damon verily adored his frog life. But he deserved better. And as a minotaur, his testosterone - as she was certain he'd come to appreciate it -would only get greater.
Circe was there within her thoughts when she saw her doors burst open and pot-bellied, badly shaven male barge in. She could smell the filth, cheap booze and cigarette stench immediately. To top it off, he sported foul sportswear, the pants of which showed a few drops at the crotch that very suspiciously appeared like urine. The sorceress scowled in utter disgust - quite understandably. And his manners were just as awful as his appearance. He said he was Lamont, Damon's stepfather, and he knew that Damon was there, that people had last seen him walking in the direction of the sorceress's domain and that the foul witch that she was was going to release him at once. Circe could not help to list the other repulsive details of his appearance as he was yelling. He was balding but letting the few hair he had left grow out to his shoulders in greasy strands, while his teeth were barely aligned and yellow and brown. She rose up from her throne, regally. She asked him why he had arrived after so much time to reclaim the young man. Of course, Lamont just said his mother was worried. Though he did not say so, he cared nothing for Damon. Worse, he just stared at Circe's cleavage like an awful lecherous man, along with showering her with insults and slurs as soon as he knew he was in the wrong and losing face. Circe decided fast that she'd had more than enough. This mortal needed to be taught a lesson, and a good forceful one. As a lecherous male only thinking about himself and his manly needs, she knew EXACTLY what to do with him.