A wish turned to curse as Frank stood gawking at the encampment with an expression of disgust. His body true had changed but mixed into the power of the Medallion's curse was to each recipient the mental pangs, lusts, and fond desires of what they did become.
As if the guardian of the South Amazon mountain range a Pan likened creature stood before the Professor's camp.
"Greeting oh great Pan, to what honor do you come to this our humble camp?" asked the Professor gallantly.
A sneering look as one of the native porters lowered his gun and prepared to shot the great Pan. The sneer eased as he stepped closer to the porter. "Be you not of fear for me but I for you shall give!"
said Frank buried deep in the being of Pan.
One hand upon the Medallion and placing his other hairy palm to the porter's shoulder he smiled. "May the cares of life be gone and with them those human worries too, as with my touch I will you join my growing herd!" said Pan.
The man's eyes went wide with fear as from the touch of Pan's hand a growing flare of shaggy hair began spread over chest and back. As others watched in horror for their friend he moaned. The man's shoulders caved inward as arms became forelegs. Fingers and toes fused to cloven hooves as what stood as a man now bowed forward to be on all fours. A shudder and shiver as his maleness shrank. A twisting goat head peered down to her new teats and a filling udder of rich milk. A bleating human memories fades into a friendly and willing mate for Pan.
"My Lord Pan he meant you no harm as even we here are packing to return to our homeland!" said the Professor holding out his palms in compassionate manner.
Pan held up his hairy palms and called for all to remain still and calm. Then with his sneering smile he went from porter to porter granting each a sensual place in his herd. At last he stood before the stunned and frozen in place Professor. Eleven native Porters were now gamboling about his hairy legs wishing to be mated by him, their nanny goats selves thrilled to be as they were then, goats.
"You, Professor, I have somewhere here in my chest a fond memory of our friendship. It was for those about me that I gave peace and a life of content service, but you dear Sir, you I want to give so very much more." announced Pan.
The Professor now also wide of eye and unable to move from his spot stood awaiting his lowering to a nanny fuck toy or worse.
Pan smiled,"fear thee not, I wish more for thee than some mear sex toy for my indulgence! To you I grant my own personal joy!"