Rob staggered back to the wash basins and the mirrors. His feet were now shifting - the toes merging together, and his heels shrinking as cramps seized the lower half of his body. Rob saw the hair on his legs bristle and thicken into fur. Meanwhile, the budding horns around his temples grew slightly longer.
"Oh god, no!" Rob took a deep breath. He understood that he had been infected, and was turning into...whatever was happening to those in the office. "I will...not...be corrupted!" he gasped. "I am already in love! Melanie... She can rescue me! Must call her...!"
It was becoming difficult to think straight, but focusing on his friend was helping to banish the gay thoughts from his mind. Swallowing hard, Rob pulled out his cell phone and rang Melanie.
Melanie was on her mid-day break, walking back from the park where she had just finished her packed lunch, when the call came. Answering the call, the young brunette listened to her friend's strained voice. She narrowed her eyes, as Rob spoke.
"Something is happening to me, Mel! Some kind of magic..., changing me! Come to the office... 4th floor. I’m now in the Conference Room.. Help me... Be careful!"
"Rob? Tell me what's..." But the line had gone dead. Melanie took a deep breath. She had been dating him for only three months, and she hadn't yet told him that she was secretly a Wiccan. If there was some sort of magic at work in Rob's office, maybe she could do something about it.
The building was close by. Melanie had actually visited Rob in his office before, so she knew the basic layout. Entering the reception, Melanie saw nothing usual. The people about were getting on with their normal business, and - recognising her - the receptionist allowed Melanie to head upstairs.
Heading along the 4th floor passageway, an alert Melanie took cover in a deserted kitchen as she saw two of the infected office workers approach. Heart hammering in her chest, she looked wide-eyed at the naked male satyrs joking between themselves.
"Hah! You're still swaying your hips like a woman, Belinda!" one announced to his red-headed companion.
"I'll soon get used to being male, Randy. I feel great now! Anyway, call me Barry from now on!"
Belinda! Despite the changes, Melanie could recognise the facial features of Rob's colleague-turned-satyr. When they disappeared from sight, she ran along the corridor, and found the Conference Room. It was locked.
"Rob!" she hissed, worried that she would soon be discovered.
There was a sigh, and then the door was unlocked. Tumbling inside, Melanie fell against Rob - and he relocked the door.
"There are satyrs outside! Those things only exist in mythology! What the hell's...?" Melanie voice died away as a naked Rob turned round to her, displaying his fully-furred legs and cloven hooves. His firm-looking chest was covered with a light dusting of hair, he bore a thin beard that was the same colour as his blond hair, and his once-grey eyes were now a chocolate brown. They reflected agony, but his lips fluttered upwards as he held her close. Melanie looked down once, to see Rob's large, stiff member.
"Help me, Melanie..." he panted. "I need...release from this sexual torment..."
"Oh, Rob..." Melanie’s hands shot to her mouth. Her head started to swim - both from the shock, and from the pheromones that Rob was emitting...