Eric felt as if his guts were frozen into a lump of sexual stiffness. The rage for sexual pleasuring felt quenched for the moment, and he thanking the Minotaur, had to roughly puss the beast away, he wishing to suck from Eric the droplets of melting ice coming from out a Satyress furry groin.
Moving with true animalistic style of coordination, Eric got a knife from the kitchen and found again another plastic garbage bag, he then made his way toward where he could hear Circe giving orders.
Eric found Circe in her one favorite place, she seated on a high step above the hog sty, and casting to her soiled souls in piggish forms below, a few nuts, berries, and as such things pigs love and people as pigs eat to try and remember when they were once as humans.
Eric crept to a ledge just above where Circe sat, she indulging her hatred for men and those who were born as men but since meeting with Circe they became as sow pigs.
So enthralled with her making those she deemed better to be as piggish pigs, Circe let fall her usual mental scanning of any treachery around her.
In a leap from above, Eric inflated the garbage bag with his jumping fall. The bag slid over the head of a stunned Circe, covering her snuggly down to just below her ample size of female breasts.
Eric in his fit of icy rage of hatred for the witch, wasted no moment but to stick the knife he held in one hairy half cloven hand, and pressed the point of the blade to that sleek white neck snuck helplessly in the bag.
"I, I want to be again the real me, and I, I want my friend to be as they were, what we were before coming here to this your house of fear!" Eric demanded of Circe, and she likely thought his act as futile if was well courageous, was as must unlikely to succeed.
The fervent hatred for Circe was helping the ice in a Satyress womb to melt all the faster.
Eric felt the hefty stream of water trailing out his/her pussy and coating through the goat wool on the thighs.
Knowing his sanity was waning, Eric pressed the knife harder, beginning to sink in, top cut at the throat of Circe.
"Change us all back or die, witch!" Eric demanded, as the knife Circe felt it moving and cutting closer to her blood pulsing artery.
"I, I swear you an oath on the Gods of Olympus that I shall change all back to what they wish to be, and shall return to my castle, my time, and my century by way of the way I came here top your times." Circe said, she knowing the Eric somehow had her in a dire predicament, something she had to agree or end up tossed into the sty as food for her hungry swine.
Eric believing Circe and her swearing an oath, did remove the bag from covering her head and arms.
"You, I would of thought you of all who I changed would be out trying to find a big cock to fill your constantly hot and aching void!" Circe said to Eric, she slightly surprised that her hot nymphomania minded Satyress could of masterminded such a coup.
A rustling wave of two power wheeling hands into the air, and the sensual female Satyress form of Eric began to meld back to his youthful male humanly form.
Down in the sty the same strange happening began as nine out of ten pigs became again human, the others liked being boars or sows, and by their delights, they were allowed to remain as then being animals, swine, pigs, male or female as per their desires.
See the many animals begin to revert back to the people they were, Eric ran away from Circe, he seeking his donkified friends, and wishing to give each his loving hug.