John felt strangely alive, as well aroused, he knew he should be alarmed by what happened to him, but he rather liked what he became.
As John stood modeling his sleek sexy form in the full length bedroom mirror, in walks Sharon. As she sees this satyr teenager standing there in her hotel bedroom, her first as quick thought is to scream. She drew a deep inhaled breath and was about to scream when John seeing her and feeling a satiric urge, dashed toward Sharon, tackling her to the floor. In a flash he had her slacks down, panties too and, and began oral-vaginal reformation.
Having become as a pandering satyr, John was infectious, his semen or his saliva worked wonders on human, arousing and causing drastic changes to whatever he touched, licked, or inseminated.
Sharon lay there stunned, arouse, and tried to help the cute satyr creature do his molestation of her to the fullest extent she could endure. John with his ten inches of satyr tongue licked and tickled the vaginal walls in Sharon, he not saying a word, held her his dear wife in the throngs of satyr passion.
As goat wool grew and surrounded her mound and vaginal lips, Sharon laid there moaning, liking what this wild sex creature did to her.
"As we were lovers, you mine and I yours these many years, this place has made of me your darkest, wildest, most perverted dream as come true, Sharon dear, let me bring you into the herd!" John said, he smiling up at a surprised and aroused wife, was unsure what he offered was right for a mother of the two sharing the next room.