Some might swoon about the possible delights of becoming the likeness of a wild boar animal, the strong body, heightened sensuality, and the feel of a body covered in coarse bristles. The becoming of something so drastically different from what you were born and grew to be, as then caused to change comes with many forms of discomfort, the lessor of these happening when being molested by three female satyrs.
There again, some looking at the orgy of three young but accomplished Satyress creatures doing their utmost to delight a male, comes upon that male a feeling of such wanton lust, one wants to scream from the sheer ache coming up out of the groin. A Satyress fondling her fingers about the sheath, plucking at the bristly opening until she begins to arouse out the boar-shaped penis. As the boar cock becomes erect she strokes its length making the want of her much worse and the lusting to mate as something intolerable to deny.
Just about then when she had me in the worst feeling erection, her friend began her assaulting manner of finger tracing around the oversized swine like testicles. Her fingers and the bristles of the boar body added to the sense of sheer lust making the heart to pound and the mouth to drool. As she was busy doing her part to molesting a male, the Satyress stroking the erect cock took to licking the rather oily shaft, she wrapping her tongue around it with true Satyress coaxing ability and did her best to make the animal part of me take more physical control.
If there be a place where someone were caught between heaven and hell, it was me then in then in the clutches of three Satyr females.
It was then that the younger or at least the shorter Satyress there of the three began to trace her index finger around and across the puckered anus of an already excited boar, me! She got her face close and blew at the anus, causing the piggish tail to wiggle, its coarse bristles adding to the tickled feeling, surging in me my wish to mount, mate, and begin urgent thrusting. Although they had me lying balanced on my back with legs kicking skyward, the sensual sexual malady continued. The Satyress stroking the erect cock with her tongue then coming to the coiled tip, she mouthed it and began to suck on it as if a kid goat on her mama goat teat.
Unexpected, the sudden change of play had the Satyress tracing my big balls came forward, she kneeling down across my chest-neck, taking a crouching seat between my forelegs and my muzzle, forcing me to sniff the spicy scent of her aroused and weeping vagina. At that moment what little moralistic self respect I had in me faded into dust, my head turning to sniff her, and she leaning forward, to allow my tongue to delve inside her soft but tight folds of a pretty pink vagina. Her scent was lovely as was to me the tasting of her vaginal discharge, it was at that heightened moment when my big balls could withstand no more stimulating that I fired, spewed forth into the sucking Satyress mouth such a wealthy load of semen and cum, she began to couch and choke.
All the while Satyr Master Cedius had stood by and watching, went to aide the coughing Satyress. I would have expected him to be patting her on the back to relieve her difficulty breathing, instead he snuggled up his crotch to her then high setting rump and he began to fuck with her.
I seeing what Cedius did had me appalled, beast and swine boar that by then I had become, to me Cedius with the worst unscrupulous essence of a sexual male, satyr or man!
Time continued onward and when the Satyress offering me her vagina to enjoy tonguing, she let me lick then the stout nipple to one of her lovely breasts. Beast aroused that they had me feeling my worst lusting passions, to feel the soft nipple touch as grace across my boar lips, I eased my sense of passion wishing to suckle on her teat. I suckled, as was the Satyress toying with my boar cock back to suckling it, the Satyress milk flowed, as I drank it, swallowing, and my guts surged with new changes. What was so miraculous my physical transformation from human male to almost a satyr, then gaining more goat form then human, and changed to becoming a hog boar with tusks and if possible a higher level of sexual desire, the Satyress molesting of me was infusing their minimal humanity back into a beast, me!
Unseen by me but my forelegs were growing again longer, as were my hind legs becoming enlarged, feet longer, buttock more similar to those of a pony, my tail lengthening, thickening, to look more like the tail of a bull.
My face, the blunt snout receding, becoming more human though the boar teeth, the tusks remained, they conforming as my skull changed. All the while Cedius while fucking his young Satyress was laughing, amused by what he saw me becoming, changing a change as the last possible manner of transforming an individual, a victim of his satyr herd.