Circe saw through her porch the lion that Damon now was bounding across her gardens. He was rushing towards a lion pride. It was doubtful he would find the confidence to challenge a dominant male, or the luck to integrate a pride as a male. Not yet, at least. He might get very lucky with a female coming to start her family with him but it might happen sooner than later. In fact, as soon as Circe found someone to transform into a lioness, technically. Damon would probably start hanging around a group of male lions, young ones yet to start their own prides. Or pride if they did so together. Damon would fit in fine with other big felines like himself. Whether he would forget his past life was up to chance. Some people did, others did not. Time would tell. With a satisfied smile, Circe went back to her grimoires and potions, planning to sort out her ingredients.
Alas, a mere hours later, a newcomer arrived suddenly, distracting her unpleasantly. The man who had arrived was most foul and revolting. He disgusted her at once. He demanded an audience at once. He was Lamont, the stepfather of Damon. He wanted to find the boy, but only because the boy's mother was distraught. The man was selfish and uncouth. Moreover, he kept looking at Circe's chest and clearly leering at it ostentatiously. Circe told him curtly to stop at once but the filthy mortal simply jeered at her, saying that she should be happy to have in front of her a real man and not a faggot. He did so while grabbing at his crotch. This was what made Circe snap. The sheer disgust at Lamont made her scowl but inside, she was seething tremendously.
"And why should I not want a homosexual man?" she asked in a monotone voice.
Lamont then mocked her cruelly.
"You are obsessed with sex," said Circe loudly. "Yet you need to understand that homosexual men also are like any."
With her long wand, she aimed at Lamont and uttered her spell. The stinking man vanished in a puff of smoke, much to all's relief.
Damon realised at once that he was gone from the palace, and now in a garden. A warm garden, full of fertile bounties from the earth. But he was blind to it. Around him were slender women and goat-men. Satyrs, but he was not aware of that. He saw how hairy he was and with fright he understood he was half-goat too. And he penis and testicles were huge! Unfortunately for him, the sight of the naked pretty girls left him without any desire. It was frustrating! But the males... Oh, the males!... As Lamont glimpsed their chest, their balls, their virile members, even their man -boobs, he could not stop staring. It was all so...beautiful. So glorious... Lamont felt himself being enthralled by the signs of male virility around him. Even the hair, even upon the creatures' chests, made him want to smell it, to dig his nose in it, to rub himself in it... He was beset by sexy thought that also brought him shame.
"Liking what you see?" jeered happily one of the satyrs.
Damon started but saw that his humongous penis was now standing at attention, ready and overjoyed at being used. And it knew where it wanted be. Not at all within a female body.