As Kathryn and Nate watched, Sarah's blonde hair began to lengthen. It was originally just a tad above her shoulders, but by the time her locks finished growing, Sarah's hair would now be down to the small of her back if she was standing up.
Sarah, although enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss of having sex with a satyr, briefly opened her eyes long enough for the others to see they had become a brighter shade of blue before she closed them again, with a bigger smile forming on her face than what was there originally.
Then Nate the Satyr, who was still laying on top of her with his satyr-hood inside the warm and wet channel between Sarah's legs as far as it could penetrate, felt something press against his chest. He lifted himself up on his arms to see Sarah's chest growing. What was a modest B cup, if he knew such measurements, soon became a proud D size with pert and sensitive nipples; and no part of her bosom would ever sag or droop again.
Kathryn the witch moved closer in fascination, studying the event intently as Sarah's hips reshaped themselves into an even more alluring hour glass figure than they originally were.
Then Nate felt a brief stirring in his satyr groin as Sarah's vagina changed to accommodate his full length. He had a post-sex orgasm of his own as his satyr-hood sank completely into Sarah, a feat he had not been able to accomplish before now, regardless of how great the sex was.
Kathryn watched as Sarah's legs lengthened slightly. The real estate agent would not be more than a few inches taller than she was before, but Sarah, to use vernacular from the witch's long past, would now have great gams.
Sarah shuddered one more time as Nate slipped out of her. As she laid there on the living room rug, the satyr sat next to her and looked up at Kathryn. "Well, that was..." he began.
"Interesting?" suggested the witch.
"I was thinking anti-climatic," said Nate.
"What were you expecting?" asked Kathryn. "She's a nymph now. The physical changes wouldn't be that dramatic, compared to say... transforming into a satyr or something."
"Well, if she is a nymph, what kind is she?" asked Nate.
"We'll know for sure when she wakes up," said Kathryn, sitting on the rug next to the satyr. "Do you mind?" she asked, before the witch began to orally clean Nate's satyr-hood.
"Oh... that's... so... good," moaned Nate. "But I have a new question."
"Hmmm...?" replied Kathryn, not bothering to look up or stop what she was doing.
"We need the magical cookies to create more satyrs, and satyrs turn women into nymphs the first time they have sex together since satyresses never historically existed, and nymphs can't become pregnant unless their flock leader grants them permission, so what does happen if a nymph has sex with a regular human?"
"They just have great time," answered Kathryn, as she repositoned herself to place Nate's satyr-hood between her breasts, "unless you want the nymph to enthrall the human."
"What do you mean?" asked Nate, looking down at what Kathryn was doing.
"You've heard the stories of Lorelei or the Sirens?" inquired Kathryn, as she began massaging Nate with her breasts.
"I believe so. At least, I know the comic book adventures. The superheroes were always having all kinds of trouble with--"
"Same principle," said Kathryn, finishing Nate's statement while continuing her breast massage. "A nymph can get a human to do her bidding, with the flock leader's permission, of course." Or mine.the witch added silently. "Imagine having influence over a mayor, or a Congressman. We could get new regulations passed that would help everyone, or at least have more people thinking about the planet and each other instead of themselves and their profit margins. Sex can be a powerful tool. Case in point..." added Kathryn, before continuing to orally worship Nate's satyr-hood whenever the tip appeared past her breasts.
"I... see...." moaned Nate, as he orgasmed in her mouth.
Spent for the moment, the satyr and the witch cuddled with their backs to the sofa, but they would not get to rest long.
Soon Sarah stirred and opened her eyes.
There was a smile on her lips as she sniffed the air.
"This chamber abounds with the wondrous aromas of sexual repast, but the world outside is polluted far more than it should be. That dire situation needs to be addressed and corrected," said Sarah, while staring up at the ceiling.
"Celestial," Kathryn said to Nate. "Specifically, she's concerned about the air quality of the world."
Upon hearing the voice, Sarah turned to look at the satyr and the witch. "I wish..."