Circe fast forgot about Damon. She went back to her spells, potions and their respective ingredients and incantations. Inventing spells and potions was long hard work. She would return to Damon, but not for a while. She had more important concerns. Well, more important to HER. However, unfortunately for Circe, this would not last. Barely a day had passed when an intruder trespassed into her domain. She was sorting out her herbs once more when a lion came up to her, informing her that a man was walking towards her palace. A man who looked no good. And smelled horrible, according to the lion. And the animal was right. Circe sat upon her throne when the mortal barged in. Without waiting, he introduced himself as Lamont's step-father and he demanded to have the boy back. Circe asked how much he loved the boy and the man made clear that his mother was worried. He was not. He did not care. He just wanted to get peace from his wife. The lion was right. The man was foul, as much in hygienic habits as in his vocabulary. He smelled atrociously of filth, sweat, alcohol and cigarette. Circe had to recoil from the stench of his breath. The man swore and leered at her. Well, Circe had no pity for salacious and vile men and in a few words, Lamont vanished in a puff of gray smoke.
Lamont woke up with a grunt. He shifted and cursed his headavhe. How much beer had he had? He clutched his head and he started screaming. And then he screamed again, even louder. He had... He had horns. Big ram horns sprouting from his head! Lamont looked around him. He was in a lush warm garden, near a pond, and he was... naked. The vile man looked at himself in disbeliuef. He was naked, with none of his clothes, and he also had a lot more tufts of body hair than he did before. His belly was just as paunchy, though. He had indeed kept his beer belly. And if the sizeable penis that was his pride had remained the same, his hairy testicles had at least doubled in size! And his feet! They were enormous now! What had happened to him?
Lamont then heard noises behind them and he turned. Oh no... He was now face-to-face with a... a goat-man. He had similar horns to his, but he was bigger, much more muscular, hairier and his lower body was definitely that of a goat. However, his penis was a true monster and his testicles easily dwarfed Lamont's new ones. Worse, the creature was staring at him lecherously, above all at his feet. How sick was that? How twisted was this crazy situation?
"Can I help you?..." mumbled Damon.
"Oh, yes, you sure can," grunted the thing with a smile.
The satyr looked at Damon's feet. Those enormous beauties... He just had to have them. He'd tickle and massage and kiss and caress them endlessly. Circe had bestowed on him a real treasure. The perfect mate! Not quite a satyr, because of the feet, but everything he dreamed off. Sure, he would need to learn manners and his new role, but Graytuft - as such was his name - would gladly oblige. Because those feet... by the gods, those feet! Just the thought of making them twitch under his ticklish ministrations, why, it was enough to...
Lamont backed away with a scream. This monster was having an erection! By looking at him and his too-big feet! Gross! Lamont turned around to run, not thinking how the sight of the monster's gigantic dick had started to make him hard too but it was no use. Graytuft caught his new dear mate and he slung him over his shoulder, ready to get him into his humble abode in the woods. Not resisting, he kissed and tickled the humongous feet of his new spouse. Lamont roared in laughter, discovering he now was unbelievably ticklish. Graytuft's erection only got harder at that. Oh yes, the fun he was going to have...