Waiting and watching Eric took his time. Ryan, Sei, Rebecca, Mike, ran quickly to the pasture as the Donkeyism took firm hold on mind as Circe's spell did to body.
The happy sounding bray's of four Donkeys, frolicking about as only thrilled lively Asses might. Eric began to cry a tear for his lost friends, till his sobbing drew Circe's notice.
"I hear a teenager's sorrow for his Donkey friends! Come out, show yourself and a Donkey you might be yet. Come, face me and I shall let the boy live on as the beast of his true joy, come!" beconed Circe.
The sounds of giggling girls echoed about the marble halls of the old mansion. Eric stayed in his safe place, he waited for the right time to pounce and if lucky force the Witch to return his friends and their lives.
As Circe sat in a tall backed leather chair in the main sitting room her handmaids tended to her needs.
"Johnny, I want two of you to go out and seek for the young boy Johnny!" said Circe.
As two were choosen the Witch gave unto them a necklace made of coarse ropes. "When you find him place this about his neck and order him to bow down and beg! Then bring what's left to me for my pleasure!" commanded Circe.
As the maidens left the front of the mansion all the handmaids stood by the front door offering great affections. As then Circe sat alone.
Eric saw his one chance to get close. Kicking off his tennies' in stocking feet he crept up behind Circe as she sat.
Eric, a kitchen knife in one hand and a plastic drycleaner's bag in the other. Suddenly as he moved the knife close and ready to stab a Circe's pure white neck she said aloud, "Eric a funny name for a girl, and more than odd for a satyr!"
Eric's eyes went wide of fear as his bare arms burst forth of shaggy white goat hair. Standing stunned, he saw the hair spread up and down his total form. Quickly human feet grew to be part in part as hind legs of a goat. An old hand-me-down shirt ripped in two as his chest broadened and suculant hairy breasts bloomed out.
He looked down to see black nipples pop out into sight. He watched finger grow longer, hairy, and get black talonlike fingernails. A shake of the head felt long hairy ears and the beginning of a runny muzzeled nose. A pain to his head one hand reached only to have fingers spread by growing white horns.
A tickle down low made the other hand rub his maleness. Ah how he did stare down as the feel of penis and testicles were gone. Instead the moist warmth of his sensual satyr goat pussy gave strange sensations to fingers and mind.
"I'm a goat!" Eric exclaimed aloud.
Circe laughed, "No love your now much more than what you were and far less then a poor goat. You are to be a Satyress for my pleasure and a lure of bring men down. Soon that teenage boy mind will give way to one of wild nymphomanic desire of lust and sex. A beastial passion for sex which can never be quenched. The more you pleasure yourself, the more men pleasure you, the lust can only build. In time you will beg me to make you a nanny goat and wish for the calm one can find as a total dumb beast. Time Eric is on my side, you will in time be g as others have for final animal form, you'll see!" scoffed Circe.
Eric sunk to his goatly knees. Breathing heavy from transformation and increasing passion he found his index finger begin to self fuck his hot hairy pussy.
Only thirty minutes had passed as the handmaids with Circe watched the passion mad satyress lay on her back, legs spread wide, and self masterbating with a old garden hose.