As the ays rolled by, they blurred. In fact, Damon started losing his memories of being human. This was not the work of Circe. Damon simply did not think about his human life. He started listening to his novel leonine instincts and gave in to them completely. At first, he did it because it was simpler, so much simpler, than thinking coherent and complex human thoughts. Eating raw meat felt disgusting at first, yet his mouth was salivating. So he started eating and his lion brain told him it was filling and very, very tasty. So it was easier to believe this part of his mind. Napping came naturally and he did not have to think about anything then. Sleeping in the warm sunbeams just felt so good... And Damon's new mate brought the food, from wherever Circe's spells left the meat. Damon just woke up, yawned widely and rolled in the tall grass. He had no sort of petty worries inherent to the human condition, like paying rent, find a an apartment or a job. And there was the sex. Damon mounted his mate and happily penetrated her again and again. He would have sex over and over again. The pheromones of his mate excited him tremendously, as was the case for her, and the human part of his mind marvelled at the size of his new penis, erect in an instant. Why would he miss the Internet and its adult sites when he could have actual sex whenever he wished? He thanked Circe and indulged in his every instinct, leading to him into forgetting more and more of his human life. Soon, simple thoughts merely popped into his mind once in while. For him the "now" was what counted. The only conception of the future was his meal and the next moment his stomach gurgled or whenever he would wake up. He just observed other animals, beings or mythological creatures in the distance, gradually losing interest. Had his mate been human before? Had she been a guy? It quickly did not matter for Damon. His mate gave him food and sex. Was it so important to know what she'd been before or her history? She did not care at all about his, after all. Speaking was impossible, which did not help, of course.
And one day, his mate refused sex through bites and growls. Annoyed, Damon was about to retaliate but saw that the lioness' belly had a clear little bulge.