Strings of anxious drool trail from out a mouth so similar to a born boar pig; it is Eric on his way to join those already in the sty.
Eager is Eric, his swine body the essence of masculine piggy boar, his protruding big pig balls and a perfectly angled sheath are but what he gains new instinctive feeling. Urged onward by his groin and hormones, the male human becoming like to a true pig is scrambling hard on the polished marble floor, cloven hooves offer lousy traction except in mud or the earthy pasture.
The smell of the sty seems to invigorate the still changing boar.
Squealing sows smelling the approach of a boar wishing to rut them all and do each sow at least three times more, sends the herd of previously human males, then as fat sows, all standing near the sty gate in expectation of the arriving new boar.
"Go on, in the sty, check out the black sows first, they are the real horny ones that Circe made yesterday. See how they poise each her bristle covered rump in your direction. Note the weeping juices of anxious sow wishing, lusting for some male to come and quell those insatiable sensations of wanting their backside, screwed!" A cute Satyress goat female creature says, she giving words to urge a male mind held in bestial rapture for having relations with those of his new species.
Proudly, Eric parades inside the sty, he suddenly surrounded by bristled rumps and weeping scents of sows all feeling their gender specific sensations of heat.
Choosing one of the black sows first, Eric turns to gaze off to one side, noting the Satyress watching him as his corkscrew shaped male member begin to take that first and wildly life changing plunge.
"Oh too bad, I think Eric is happier here in the sty than he ever might be as a guard for our dear Mistress Circe." Said the older Satyress, she watching Eric, while from her own pangs she begin to finger her passion to greater heights of excited bliss.
Muck, mud and urine do ooze from between cloven hooves as a sow stands there bearing the growing weight of a true boar, Eric fins his favored place to live and work with his tool.