Madame Illusia gently shifted her breasts about, moving them in balancing an circular motions in her hands. Damon kept staring at them, literally entranced. True, Madame Illusia had cast a little spell of hypnosis, focused up[on her breasts, but Damon had been extraordinarily receptive to it. The young man had barely needed any push!
"That's right... Look deep into my breast.... Let yourself go... Good boy..." she whispered with a mischievous smile.
Damon kept staring, unaware of anything else in the world. Madame Illusia then decided what to do with Damon. And possibly Monica later on. If Damon liked breasts so much, the little scamp, well, she was certain he'd enjoy his own. After all, then he would have a ready set on hand - quite literally - and he would no more bother other women. He could indulge in his little wicked pleasure full time! And he might bring pleasure to someone else. Yes, Madame Illusia would please several people today. How generous of her! Yes, she lived to make people enjoy better lives, she thought with mischievous thoughts.
"Tell me, Damon... You really, really like breasts, don't you?"
"Yes... I love boobs..." he said slowly yet truthfully.
"Indeed... Big, enormous boobs, as you say?"
Damon nodded fervently.
"And what else do you like in a woman?"
"Big ass... big boobs... big lips... big pussy... big boobs... little... er... a little waist..."
Madame Illusia refrained from snorting. The idiotic youngster had blabbered the typical portrait of an empty-headed popular so-called celebrity. As usual... Well, if he loved this sort of image so much, he could have it too!
"Well, Damon, you're in luck! I will offer you just that! Enjoy your new life in the very body of your fantasy! You will have your sexual desires right at hand!"
She cast her spell and the audience saw an instant transformation. Damon at once turned into a slim-thick bombshell, naked and still hypnotised. She then sent him on his way to his new life, under the thunderous applause of her audience. She then turned to Monica. Now it was her turn... Oh, was she going to have fun.
Damon jumped, startled. He came out of his hypnosis and stared around. He was in a glade, within a lush forest bursting with life. There were pines, oaks, birches, flowers, thick grass, a steam gurgling nearby... It was a pristine place, smelling of nice meadowy plants and other nice forest scents. What was he doing there? He then remembered looking into that woman's wonderful boobs and... And that was his last memory and... He then looked at himself and screamed. His dick was gone! His balls too! He had a big full-lipped pussy and his crotch was bare instead! And... he had boobs now! Gigantic boobs! And an ass that was a shelf! His waist was tiny... He was... a chick! A hot chick but a chick nonetheless! How was it possible? That witch had told him to say what he liked in girls, he dimly remembered... What had that bitch done?
"Scared, sweetness? No worries, I will be your protective mate," said a voice behind him.
Damon turned and could not believe what his eyes saw. There was... a goat-guy. A man with a little beard and horns, short, enormously pot-bellied, a lascivious smile and eyes bursting with lust. But his legs were those of a goat, hairy and with cloven hooves. But the worst were the enormous testicles and massive penis. His virile member was already erect, proudly, and it was clear why... Damon gulped. Oh no...
"Child-bearing hips," the thing smacked his lips appreciatively. "Oh, I'll pleasure you so much you'll get fine triplets cartwheeling out of your hips. Fine sons full of satyr blood. Fine fertile stock we both are! Oh, you'll live grandly thanks to me!"
Damon didn't wait. Ugh! No thanks! He turned around and ran.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" laughed the satyr. "But if you want to play first, I'm game! No matter how fast you run, you'll always have your bouncy cheeks behind!"