As Circe sorted out her herbs to make more elixirs and potions, she thought about the new hog in her pig-sties. Oh, she was going to let him like that for a while. Just long enough for him to understand that he should fear her adequately. Circe enjoyed transforming those that disrespected her into pigs, so that they learned their lesson. Naturally, it usually worked. The sorceress would later see if Damon was repentant enough and then see what else she could transform him into. Or not. She'd see. Damon should actually be happy at the fact that she had never changed his sex. Yet. Oh, it did not mean that she would not do it if Damon showed himself rebellious or more annoying than he should be. Maybe being a sow would calm him down.
Just then, a lizard, bright green, scurried into the room and up the table. Followed by the cutest gecko imaginable, these former victims of Circe told her in animal noises that a new visitor was arriving. Circe thanked them and went off to wait for the newcomer. A fat, dirty and foul man, from what the two lizards had to say. Circe rose, thinking as she always did that if she never liked being caught unawares when people came onto her lands, well, she always liked to APPEAR as if she never expected anyone, so as to gauge the personality of her visitors. And it seemed that she'd have fun with one...
The man did not disappoint in that regard, that was for sure. The man turned out to be Damon's stepfather, Lamont and if Damon was disrespectful, he was a million times worse. He demanded to know where his stepson was, yet was not worried about his well-being, as he came only to avoid Damon's mother calling the police and denouncing her new husband. Clearly that nasty man was more scared of the law than about the simple happiness of those around him. He reeked of cheap beer and cigarette. He mocked her and leered at her curves, especially her cleavage within a linen dress and not discreetly at all. Well, that would not make her burst with forgiveness! As he insulted her by grabbing his own crotch and saying he "wanted some pussy", denying she had any powers but "a crazy bitch". Furious, Circe whacked her with her long wand and told the two lizards to warn a specific satyr that he was about to get his dream boy-toy...
When the world stopped spinning around Lamont, he felt weird. First, he was in a very green and lush garden, with trees and rocks and caves aplenty. And his body felt strange... Had he been drinking too much beer again. And that's when he saw his legs and feet. Hairy. With brown fur. Oddly twisted... With...hooves.... Cloven hooves... Then he saw his paunchy belly. His hairy arms. He put his hands on his face, feeling a rough stubble, longish hair and... long furry ears and horns! He screamed, which sounded like a frightened bleating. Like a goat. He was a sort of goat-creature! With man-boobs! Younger than he had been five minutes ago but... He was a freak! He looked down and then saw the worst. He had no more balls! His dick was gone! Panicked, he dug through the fur, the thick fur, with his fingers, and then grasped at... nothing. No testicles. No penis. Just a... a sort of slit. And folds of flesh... Touching himself and ayttempting to not ponder at what nagging good sensation it created, he accidentally inserted a finger inside the slit, while his brushed against something that suspiciously was what he could remember as a clitoris. From his experience with his wife and many prostitutes, he knew. He knew he had a vagina now, and probably a big one. This... This was a nightmare indeed.
"Already touching yourself for me, my dear? How thoughtful!" said a voice behind Lamont.
The new satyr turned around and saw another goat-creature. But much taller than him and very, very much muscular. Bulging muscles. A sensation of raw power emanating from him. And eyes full of lust. And more worrisome for Lamont, he could see a massive erection between the monster's legs, standing proudly at attention as well as swinging testicles that were several times the size of avocados. Uh-oh... This was not good at all... Lamont backed away.
"No! You don't understand! I am a guy! A dude!" he shouted.
"You got a vagina. A very, very pretty one too. Enchanting, in fact," answered the lecherous monster in front of him. "I like males. I love playing for the other team. I like both. But both together like that... Delightful! You are a dream come true, my beauty! Circe gifted me with a treasure like you and I plan to honor it accordingly!"
Before Lamont could flee, the monster grabbed him and with the face of a hungry man about to indulge in the most delicious feast ever, he hoisted his new lover upon his shoulder and rushed to his cavernous home, promising him a life of love and happy domestic days. True, the sweet boy was a bit rebellious, but soon he would not think living without his massive penis possible. But first, he would get ridden and ridden hard. Boulder, as he was called, could not wait to have a taste of his new partner. Taming him would be most fun and he couldn't wait to see his belly bulge with a baby too. Oh, life was about to get very good...