Stan practically tore off his clothes. He was full of lust, the flowery scent of the two beautiful beings had magical powers over males... ALL males.
Within seconds he had mounted Sarah and was eating Amy out.
Amy took a handful of the cream and spread it over Stan's chest, rubbed it on his face and then his back. The changes were quick and apparently painless as Stan didn't even notice he was no longer human.
A full thick black beard covered his face from high on his cheeks down to his chest hair and his extremely large muscular body was covered in hair. The tattoos on Stan's arms were almost hidden by the curly black body hair.
From the waist up he looked like a man, a hairy muscle stud of a man, but the rest looked like muscular goat's hind quarters, covered in black curly goat fur. Stan had one fully grown horn and Amy dabbed just a little more cream on the other to coax it into full growth.
It was early afternoon when the females had begun their transformation and it was well after midnight before the two were satisfied enough to sleep. Stan, however, was still not satisfied. He wanted more sex, but he wanted some more variety.
Rose from the floor, where he and his small 'herd' had been resting and looked at himself in the hall mirror.
He was HUGE and looked like the Devil himself... except for not having the long tail the Prince of Darkness is always shown as having and not being red. He looked at his reflection and was pleased with his increased height, bulk and beauty. He was so ruggedly handsome he could fuck himself if he were two! His huge goat-like penis poked out of it's furry sheath and he wrapped a massive paw-like hand around it.
"Later my friend!" Stan growled huskily with a beautifully resonant bass voice that delighted him even more.
Stan had plans, he was in need of sex once more; sweet, hot, sweaty sex. He wanted a night on the town with this new body and he didn't care if the first human he found was male or female; he would seduce him or her, gay, bi or straight and make love with him or her until dawn. His musky masculine scent would dull their senses and make them receptive to his advances.
In the dark, with a hat on and something to cover his legs, he'd just look like a big hairy stud. There was a truck stop not too far away and he knew there were truckers there that would be too drunk or too horny to ask about whatever Stan found to cover his lower body.
Quietly, as not to disturb is sleeping herd, he left the house; his hooves making only a small clatter on the concrete steps as he left.
Stan had a need to breed!