While Damon was getting used to his life as a merman, or rather as a freshwater merman since he was living in a lake, Circe was focusing upon her spells and potions. She was sorting out her herbs and various ingredients. She smiled as she thought about Damon. The boy had a good heart. He would suit fine into his new life. He had gotten what he wanted and he would be unlikely to regret his decision. In fact, he might over time start forgetting his old life completely, which meant he'd start thinking he had been a merman all his life. Or rather, he'd forget about life before he came into Circe's gardens. But after all, what was there to regret? Nothing, in Circe's opinion. And if the opposite occurred, if Damon pined foolishly for his mortal life, a simple spell would make him think he had always been a merman. Or make him happy with his new lot. Circe knew those spells by heart. Besides, scales of mermen and mermaids were quite useful in her potions and these scales grew and shed constantly upon their tails.
However, Circe's musings were cut short by the arrival of a vile man upon her domain. Warned by a wolf, she rushed outside. What she saw repulsed her: a foul mortal that kept swearing and grew even more rude when she told him to leave, as he was trespassing. He grabbed his crotch and hurled awful insults at her, as he made lewd advances to boot. Circe frowned, as much repulsed by his attitude as by his appearance and his smell. He reeked of cheap beer and cigarette. His clothes were stained and awfully dirty.
"Well, if you think accepting your advances should be an honor as a woman, let's see how you feel once the tables are turned," Curice said as she blasted magic at him.
At once, the man fell on his back but when he looked around him, he saw that he was not in front of the palace anymore, but in a flowered and lush forest. He grumbled and cursed the "bitch" that had refused herself to him. But then he saw his body and he shouted. Shrilly. He was now a buxom woman, a woman with a somewhat small waist yet humongous boobs and huge hips and thighs. He was a chubby woman! A naked woman! Staring at his new bald crotch, now a privacy, he yelled even louder.
"No need to shout, my love, I heard you. And I'm coming," a deep voice said behind him.
The former man turned and he saw what he could only describe as a goat-man. A goat-man with lots of chest hair, a big beard of brown and grey hair and big paunchy belly.
"You're so beautiful," he said with lust and apparent adoration in his voice. "All of these other nymphs, well, they're too thin. Way too skinny if you ask me. I prefer nice healthy girls with plenty of meat on their bones. Those that like to drink and eat and have fun as any other the satyr dudes"
He chuckled and advanced upon his love. The nymph screamed in fright and ran away. But the fat satyr merely chuckled at that, happy to play what he considered the usual fun game.
"Going traditional, eh? Fine by me. A figure like yours, I'd pursue it to the ends of the earth," he chuckled.
And he was fast, with the woman struggling with her new body, notably the jiggly bits. He no time, laughing merrily, he caught her and was kissing her passionately, unheeding of her screams, telling her she'd adore him soon enough, and that he knew that all nymphs loved to be courted. He also kept telling the former lout that he knew how mocked the chubby nymph must have been by other skinnier sisters, but that HE would treat her like a queen.
Circe smiled at the mirror showing her the scene. Yes, the disgusting man had had his fitting punishment.