After an initial warmth in your abdomen, you begin to reel in sickness. Something inside that formula is making you want to throw up.
"Feeling sick? Don't worry, that won't last long. Lay back and enjoy it! I imagine it feels quite different."
You shake your fists, panicking and struggling to get loose. You begin to shout at the man, "Let me go! I'm going to .... uggh," ... but the vomit-inducing warmth and sickness make you realize that something is happening to your legs. Concentrating on any one thing is making you very dizzy. You're angry as hell, searching the room for an escape route.
The unsympathetic man with the t-shirt and baseball cap crosses his arms, leans to his side and pouts a little as he looks down at you. "Oh, fine! I'll tell you what's going on... If you promise to stay..."
No way, you think to yourself - you want to break out of those chains and strangle his throat, call 911, then run to the hospital. You spot a closed door on the wall furthest away from the table you are laying on. He's got the upper hand right now, but if you play along with this twisted man's 'Doctor and Patient' game for a while, you may get a chance to escape.
"Yeah, whatever. Sure. I'll stay. Can I have my clothes back, please?"
"HAHA!!! Nope."
"Dude, what gives? What's that sme -"
"Not like you have much of a choice there. I kind of chained you up, as you can see," he interrupts you. "And anyways, you won't need clothes when the transformation is complete."
"Dude... you are freakin' creeping me out here," you say aloud, pulling on your arms. You feel something odd about your feet, and your knees are in pain. It's getting harder to concentrate without wanting to puke. And you really want a glass of water or something - you're sweating like a pig.
The man backs away from you and turns around to his desk and computer, pointing to an image on his screen. "Yep! That syringe is turning you into a satyr... You know! Like one of those cool Greek mythical creatures with the goat horns and the ears and the legs and stuff!"
"What?!?! Dude! Freakin' LET ME GO, YOU SICKO! I'm calling the cops!"
The man continues to ramble - nothing you said phased him. "Once you finish up here, I've got some guys I think you'd like to meet in the other room. Other transformees of mine. There's a minotaur, and a centaur out back already. I'll run some experiments, probably get you prepped up - "
"Shut up! No!"
" - and I suppose you may want to know how you got here, but there honestly is no point in telling you. It would absolutely spoil everything - "
"Oh my GODDD!"
You turn your head over. The vomiting feeling is still there, and you really want to puke, but you can't get the release. You can see your body beginning to change - something starts to take effect. Your legs are growing furry - a light brown coating spreads all over your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your human cock - which starts to feel like it has a mind of its own. Your eyes grow wide, but the pain hits and you scream.
"Come on. Breathe in the potpourri! Suppress the agony! Would it help if I got you something to chew on? Like some gum?"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! AAAH!"
The man pouts again. "Don't get testy, now. You promised me you would stay."
This psychotic charlatan walks over to a computer panel and starts flipping some switches. The platform you are laying on begins to tilt upward, giving you a better look of the entire basement, but your vision is going blurry. Hoping that this loosens the restraints, you try to pull with all your might, but you are too weak.
Your feet feel cold now, and misshapen. They lengthen as your lower legs shorten, and the fur on your legs thickens. Something heavy makes your head feel off-balance. You're breathing unbelievably fast now. The pure masculinity of your body is enhanced by the changes, but what really almost conks you out are the two little nubs of horns protruding from your hair line. Your head is reeling... you must concentrate if you are going to get out of here - heck, your life may be at stake! This man is unstable and is making you hallucinate!
"That's a better angle. You look a lot like the photograph I got on my screen here, it's quite exciting!"
You have nothing left to say to the man. You feel your mouth pushing forward slightly with your nose, as your face takes on a more caprine complexion. Horrified that this is all happening, you feel the need to beg to the man for forgiveness, and to wake up from this dream, but the pain and the feeling are too real.
"Hmm... yeah, you're just about done. Cool. How are those feet feeling? Can you wiggle your toes for me?"
You try to wiggle your toes before you realize you are following his orders - but not before you actually realize that the ability seems to be missing. You look down - your toes have turned into cloven hooves.
"Hahahah! Tricked you! You don't have toes anymore! DUH!!!"
You can barely see them past your bow-legged goat legs that don't lay flat against the table. And then your cock... although its yours .... it no longer looks human, it's a goat's maleness covered in a furry sheath and balls. You close your eyes and begin to cry and shout as the man laughs. The pain begins to subside, but you're mentally exhausted and you wish for nothing but to exit this basement and call for help.
You look at the man, and he looks at you with a certain lust that almost sickens you at first, but oddly you begin to wonder - if not for just a split second...
"Okay. You're pretty much done. Good. Now's time to go back to sleep!"
The man walks over to you with another syringe. Frightened at what has happened, you pull at the constraints over your arms and goat legs, but you don't know how your legs work anymore and it's just no use. The man stabs your forearm with the shot, fully injecting the entirety of the liquid into you. You scream again at all your might, hoping someone may hear you, but within a few seconds you're feeling drowsy and you pass out on the table.