Cursed

    Drew was pacing nervously in his room thinking about what his exgf had said. She caught him cheating and claiming herself a witch cursed him to become a creature of pure hormones the next time he got horny. Since then Drew had refused to date. A green glow brought his attention to his tv screen which was suddenly playing porn. Drew tried to block it out and covered his hears to the moans but it was no use. He already felt his socks being torn apart as the skin hardened and his feet became large hooves. His light body hair itched and expanded becoming a forrest of fur that engulfed most of his lower body and his chest. His athletic abs that he prided himself on sagged, hidden now beneath a slight beer gut to his horror and his pecs grew a bit with a mix of fat and muscle. He tried to stop the tv but it merely switched to gay porn which he found he was also now attracted to as sex became more and more important to him regardless of who it was with. Entranced by his new horniness the changing man ripped off the remains of his clothing revealing strong furry legs and a new dangling dick standing firm at attention. He moaned in a deepening, musical voice as scruff overtook his formerly clean face. And his boyish charms were lost behind a thick beard and older features. Finally two large horns ripped through his shaggy hair as the new beast spewed his load all over the screen, blasting the last of his brains and old self out. He was now ready to go out and make more sex crazed satyrs!

    tomgungy-deactivated20190903

    “I am a nerd who lives to read, though I have always been interested in nerd-to-jock, human to partially-human (like centaur, triton. satyr, and minotaur)  and race transformation stories. - @goodjockboi

    Ah, a mythology nerd, are we? Don’t take that the wrong way! I love a good old world fantasy story myself. In fact, we at the Foundation created an entire program around the concept. Let’s take a stroll on down there, shall we?

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    This is Taurean. He’s a bit hard to understand, but he’s okay once you get to know him. He’s actually the guardian of the Forest’s gateway, aren’t you big guy? No, how about we take a step back there buddy. Taurean here has a bit of a condition. If he gets close enough to smell you he get’s a hankering for you as well.

    He can’t really control it, so we give him a pass. He doesn’t really do much to stop either though, do ya’? Oh, don’t be like that. You know I’m coming back later anyway. I’ll even have that little red member you like to see me in.

    We better get a move on now. I can see big guy’s loincloth tenting already, and if we wait much longer you’ll be left waiting for at least another two hours…

    This is the Forest. Pretty amazing, right? We have all sorts of people down here with a fully self-sustained medieval environment. You can’t even see the roof, can you? We often tell the Disney Imagineers that they can eat their hearts out.

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    Hey Wiley! That’s Wiley, our resident trickster satyr. He used to be a office worker by the name of George, I believe, but we always try to give people with new identities new names. I mean, before he was nice but depressed due to how little he felt he was doing with his life. He came to us after a string psychologist, asking for an answer they couldn’t provide.

    He told us about his love of fantastical creatures, and look at him now! Granted, he is a complete trickster and party animal that enjoys urinating on things just a little too much now, but that’s why he has one of our guards with him at all times. This here is Jim, Wiley’s main guard. Don’t tell him I told you, but I have my suspicions about why he often smells like a public restroom. 

    They’ve actually grown quite close as of late. Maybe Wiley needs another one of his kind…

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    musclelover4826

    Unfortunately due to his blog shutting down the read more link doesnt work. Does anyone have the full of this saved somewhere? I know it ends with them making a jock knight.

    dougtfs

    After we fucked, I gave Troy a few minutes of privacy in the shower before I crept into the bathroom. The new satyrizing shower head I installed would probably be transforming him pretty quickly. But would it change his personality too?

    Behind the curtain, I could hear him scrubbing his body.

    “I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” I called out.

    “Huhhh?” he responded, his voice rougher and guttural. The changes were definitely taking effect. I wanted to peek behind the curtain, but I was afraid I might spook him.

    Fortunately, he took the initiative, pushing back the curtain to look at me with dumb, droopy eyes. “Oh, hey ma-a-a-a-a-an,” he bleated. His nose had pushed out ever so slightly like a goat’s muzzle, and he had a wispy goatee that hadn’t been there before.

    “You feeling ok?” I smiled.

    “So rela-a-a-a-axed, he said, turning back to rub his body down. I could see now that his leg hair, formerly thin and blond, had darkened like thigh-high stockings. I could see the fur thicken and grow shaggier as the water coursed over his body.

    “You look good,” I said, rubbing his ass and watching the nub of a tail begin to sprout above his cheeks. 

    “Feel good,” he grinned, shaking his head under the spray. His ears flopped out, long and flat. “Wanna join me?”

    I did. Climbing into the shower with him, I pressed my body to his, feeling his rapidly swelling dick against my leg.

    We’d better make the most of this shower, I thought. It’s the last one we’ll ever take, since after we’re changed fully into satyrs we’ll spend all our time fucking and coming and sweating and getting dirtier and muskier by the day.

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    dougtfs

    The moment I stepped into the ring of mushrooms, my clothing vanished.

    “Dude, get out of there!” my friend Michael called, and I tried to back away. But my feet felt strange, and looking down I saw that they’d become cloven hooves.

    “What the fuck,” I gasped, lifting one up.

    “Shit, what happened to you?” Michael said, coming closer. “Oh my God, your feet. Oh my God, your dick!”

    “What about – holy shit!” I said. My cock was suddenly growing huge and obscene, my balls swelling up and hanging low. Fur began to thicken around my legs, swirling over my skin.

    “You’re turning into something,” Michael said.

    “No shit,” I said, “but whaa-aaa-aaa-aaat?” My voice became a bleat for a moment, goaty and deep.

    “A satyr,” he said. “Definitely a satyr. With horns!”

    I could feel them sprout, two thick bony protrusions from my head. They curled around my ears, heavy.

    I took a few steps, growing more accustomed to my new hooves, my furry legs, my swinging dick. “It’s kind of … great,” I said, my voice more manly now. “it’s kind of aaa-aaa-aaa-aaawesome!”

    “Your ears,” Michael gasped, reaching up to touch them. I felt them grow long, floppy, and wild in his touch. My tail twitched over my furry ass.

    “Come with me,” I said, abruptly backing up.

    “Where are you going?” he said, following. He couldn’t take his eyes off me – his best friend now transformed into a huge-dicked creature of the forest. I rubbed my cock as I took another step, and it grew hard and long and tall.

    “Just follow me,” I said, taking another step.

    He obeyed. “Where?” he asked again.

    “One more step,” I told him, and he came closer – too late realizing that I’d led him into the same circle of mushrooms that had transformed me.

    “Oh dude no!” he exclaimed as his clothing vanished.

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    wesleybracken

    Satyr Hills (Flash Commission)

    Commissioned by @musclelover4826

    Dan leaned lightly against a tree, his ears straining for the song. The wind had picked up as he’d climbed higher through the hills where he’d been walking, making it harder to hear, but there! Yes, that was it, a light trill, but enough. He had only been planning a short walk through the lands surrounding the greek villa he was staying in for his week of vacation, but he’d heard someone playing some strange, lilting tune, distantly on the wind. It had glued itself in his mind immediately, and he found himself desperate to find the person playing it. He trudged away from the path, and was now miles from where he’d began.

    He knew he should be worried, but every time the song caught him he was again drawn to it. He also hadn’t been prepared for this long of a walk–while by no means out of shape, he was not much of an athlete–skinny, more accustomed to days in studying at the library than fields and pitches–or even long hikes like this had become. He took his glasses off to wipe sweat from his brow, thankful for the breeze to cool him down somewhat, and kept going. Half an hour later, the woods thinned slightly–he came around a trunk, and there, sitting on a wide stump was a satyr, panpipes at his lips, playing his song, Dan’s song. His jaw dropped, and he tried to stop and stare, but whatever tune the strange beast was playing pulled him closer still, the breeze now even colder against his bare skin.

    Bare skin? He looked down, and then around behind him. He’d…lost all of his clothes, and they were nowhere to be seen! He’d been so hot, walking, had he taken them off to cool down? It had seemed so reasonable in the moment, but…but the song pressed against his mind, and drove out his worries again, bringing him to the satyr’s side. He looked a bit older than Dan, in his mid thirties, with a shaggy brown made of hair coating his head, and also his legs–but two huge ram horns sprouting from his temples implied that the beast was likely much older than Dan could guess.

    At last, he set down the pipes, but the tune was still caught in his mind, playing over and over again, a seamless loop binding him to the satyr’s side, no matter how hard he struggled against the compulsion. “Good to know, after such a long sleep, the world still has beauties such as you,” he said to Dan, as one sharp nail ran it’s way down Dan’s front to his cock, the satyr licking his bearded lips before leaning over and running his tongue along Dan’s cock from root to head. His cock began to tingle, a new sensation filling his mind–lust, pure and simple. He’d never had much desire for sex, but soon, he was heaving for breath, eyes rolled back, no thought of resisting as the satyr stood, bent Dan over the side of the stump, and turned his attentions to the young man’s hole, licking and probing with his tongue, feeling the tight cherry begin to unknot and loosen.

    Dan kept trying to fight back, but now the lust was overwhelming even the song still running through his mind. He reached down with one hand, and helplessly stroked his cock. It was still slick with the satyr’s saliva, but it felt…different. Thicker and longer than it had, and so much more sensitive than before. It began to leak, precum dribbling onto the surface of the stump, the scent of fresh cum driving him even more wild, the satyr pulling his mouth from his now very loose hole, lining up it’s own cock, and slipping it in deep with a long, loud moaning bleet of pleasure. Dan felt himself explode, a massive torrent of cum pouring forth from his cock, and yet, he could sense, somehow, that it was more than just cum leaving him, but also…himself. His memories, his elevated desires, his sense of self, his sense of humanity. He felt crippled by the overwhelming joy, and had no time to recover before a second, equally massive orgasm ripped through him, shimmering cum spraying across the surface of the stump where it was absorbed by the wood, with no trace remaining. This continued for what felt like hours, but could have been minutes, the Satyr’s hands exploring his body, until, at long last, the beast’s pace quickened, and with a cry that echoed through the hills, he came deep in Dan’s hole as well.

    It was like a fire burning inside him. The Satyr pulled out and stepped back, and Dan rolled over onto his back on the stump, his insides aching, but his hands couldn’t leave his cock. The shaft grew longer, but his balls, which had shriveled slightly in the wake of his orgams, swelled again, fuller and thicker than before. The skin thickened into a hide, and a dusting of deep blonde hair grew in, coating the sack before spreading it’s way down his thighs, muscles thickening even as his legs shortened, ankles and feet contorting until he no longer had feet, but cloven hooves at the base of his new legs. The rest of him was changing as well–his lithe body bulging with newfound muscle, a ridged six pack, hard pectorals, strong arms stroking his thick cock, feeling the heat begin to claw through his mind, emptying it out of everything beyond the most basic of desires. Food. Wine. Pleasure. Sex. Service. He could see so clearly–not only without glasses, which had long since been smashed under the satyr’s hoof–but the path forward as well. There was only pleasure, in the end; why had he ever let things become so complicated? As Dan came one last time, two small horns pushed their way out from the side of his head, each an inch long–nothing like the ones adorning his new master, but perhaps in time…

    The satyr took his new thrall again, both of them enjoying Dan’s new body through the evening and deep into the night, and then resting together, the old satyr playing one of his favorite lullabies to lull them both to sleep–though not as deep as the one he had just woken from. No, he had seen a glimpse of this modern world’s men–he thirsted for more, and this one would help him. Together, they would make many more brothers for themselves, living happily in the hills and forests, just as they had in centuries past.

    musclelover4826

    Thank you so much for the story I know it was an odd request

    “I am a nerd who lives to read, though I have always been interested in nerd-to-jock, human to partially-human (like centaur, triton. satyr, and minotaur)  and race transformation stories. - @goodjockboi

    Ah, a mythology nerd, are we? Don’t take that the wrong way! I love a good old world fantasy story myself. In fact, we at the Foundation created an entire program around the concept. Let’s take a stroll on down there, shall we?

    image

    This is Taurean. He’s a bit hard to understand, but he’s okay once you get to know him. He’s actually the guardian of the Forest’s gateway, aren’t you big guy? No, how about we take a step back there buddy. Taurean here has a bit of a condition. If he gets close enough to smell you he get’s a hankering for you as well.

    He can’t really control it, so we give him a pass. He doesn’t really do much to stop either though, do ya’? Oh, don’t be like that. You know I’m coming back later anyway. I’ll even have that little red member you like to see me in.

    We better get a move on now. I can see big guy’s loincloth tenting already, and if we wait much longer you’ll be left waiting for at least another two hours…

    This is the Forest. Pretty amazing, right? We have all sorts of people down here with a fully self-sustained medieval environment. You can’t even see the roof, can you? We often tell the Disney Imagineers that they can eat their hearts out.

    image

    Hey Wiley! That’s Wiley, our resident trickster satyr. He used to be a office worker by the name of George, I believe, but we always try to give people with new identities new names. I mean, before he was nice but depressed due to how little he felt he was doing with his life. He came to us after a string psychologist, asking for an answer they couldn’t provide.

    He told us about his love of fantastical creatures, and look at him now! Granted, he is a complete trickster and party animal that enjoys urinating on things just a little too much now, but that’s why he has one of our guards with him at all times. This here is Jim, Wiley’s main guard. Don’t tell him I told you, but I have my suspicions about why he often smells like a public restroom. 

    They’ve actually grown quite close as of late. Maybe Wiley needs another one of his kind…

    Keep reading