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Standing there being as much a Greek satyr creature of the woods and glades, that Genie, my Genie seemed odd her mental idea that she was less my willing servant. Instead, and from what she made of me, she, my Genie was from my point of view looking more each passing minute as of her being quite appealing, a possible first mate for a virile satyr.
"Genie dearest, if I might come then as be close to you..." I began to say.
"Dare thee not to come any closer, as I, and my bodily self is at peace and feels no desire for to mate or be fornicated upon by a rutting satyr.
In time, in due order you and some horny human females and most any female goats who come close as entering your circle of provocative presence shall feel then their panging for having you atop them, thrusting or humping with brute satyr delight.
Be warned, as if daring and foolish enough to touch me anywhere upon my person and expect to feel my wrath upon you.
I say beware and advance toward me no further, take not a step more lest your hands become as hooves, and your arms be as the fore-legs of a goat as permanent and for as long as you may live.
I SAY Beware..., as be warned and dare thee to take then a second stepping stride toward me, and your seven hundred year lifetime shall be in the form of a large breed buck goat with your human intellect intact to taunt every minute of life!" She the Genie did so warn her most recent victim and Master.
"But my Genie I feel drawn to be near a sweet scented female. My being nearer to you invokes from my sheath as I speak my maleness poking past the furred edge." So said I, me the satyr feeling an endowed sense of animal lust that was just the beginning to my living beastly.
"Indeed and with rash indignity you dare point that thing, that male member toward me as if I by being female would wish to feel it up and tangled inside my body.
No, I shall by force impede your advancing, as by but the touch of my index finger to the anterior blunt end to your satyr member, I my deem it then to lose its male sensations and become something wholly different, as you a satyr shall then change again as become indifferent of want for males and seek to infect then females, to being like you, a female satyr, a Satyress!" She said.
KER-BOING!
As if a great clock just chimed, and its tone echoing off into the distance brought on a disturbing sensation. Down deep in the groin the already much enlarged scrotum did begin to swell, as change until it resembled not the testicles of a male goat, but the udder belonging to a doe goat.
"Oh what a pang for mating I am feeling now," I said the then much aroused satyr female.
"It is not over quite yet, just watch this...," the Genie said as if to warn her Master.
Satyr though I be, my furry belly mounted sheath began to dwindle as engulfed by my slandering, more shapely torso, as was what was inside of it moving to conjoin another organ, something new, as set far to the rear.
Moaning and groans of both pain and wild sensual infatuation with want for mating, as being bred, doing it with any a person, female preferred, or if a male then being brutal to him, infecting, causing his gender to conform to being then female and a blend of being a doe goat for me to desire and enjoy to play.
"Ah..., oh that hurts, please do not do this to me, let go of me and I shall wander off into the woods, the brambles, and the great beyond!" I begged, me wanting to be a satyr feeling the wrath of a Genie upon an already enhanced as sensualized body, made worse by becoming then a Satyress.
"Please Genie I do not want more..., I want, I want, oh be pleased as how my mind feels such a want to fantasized about someday when I have my herd of willing mates.
Ah huh, and there it is, is that me, my fuzzy udder, my four teats, they being so sensitive to their touch.
Huh, oh huh, how I want now to feel everything about me as different, as female and to be a Satyress is my greatest joy!
See too as I have breasts, and my breasts having puckered as constantly aroused nipples begging to be sucked, as suckled by anyone coming so close as come within my very personal space.
As from my vulva I deem to feel massive male members, as if feeling estrus for three months, or until I make my final, as third wish." I said, and as soon as the words ceased coming, the loss of my male satyr embodiment, bade me then to begin spurting steams of feminine fluids, leaving me to feel defamed as vile and violated by the Genie.
"Ah...ugg..., ah, ah, ah..., as when this is over, Genie my Genie what just happened to me?" I said as to then looking and with hands touching, stroking of my heightened sensual female satyr endowed self and body.
"You expulsiated," Genie said as with some sense of glee.
"Expulsiated, is that a real word?" Her Satyress as much an ex- Master then asked, I did not understand her.
"Umm, ah yes or if it not a word in the dictionary, it does explain what you felt and just did. To be frank, you just expelled the first of your feminine Satyress vaginal fluids, it is some of what in you is infectious to humans. It is for your female companions to ingest and being infectious, as after several oral ingested spews shall constitute their transforming to be for you as your personal herd of Satyress companions or the foolish men becoming as doe goats, they being there when you feel the need." She said, she that lovely Genie, the essence of what many a man would wish was as his wife, and/or a lover.
She the new satyr made a sexy Satyress stood then there panting her breathing, with tongue lolled out an agape mouth, she feeling drastically weary from the sheer volume of what all her body had just expelled.
Gag, couch, hacking as scraping her throat to try and talk, to reply as asked, "Genie, what seemed to me as a simple and sexual existence, my tending to want for continued sexual pleasures, what now is me, my desired fantasy lifetime became a virtual hellish an existence.
I am not angry with you, as what you did was to protect your personal integrity. As please do not become angry with me for not fully understanding what it is to feel and become as partially a female animal driven by lust with a wish to dominate.
My being your Master and becoming a Satyress is..., Not Quite, what I had as my wistful, wishful fantasy idea of me being a satyr.
I would almost make my final wish as to request of you to change me back to being wholly human or again the male satyr, and let me live what might have been my more meager a lifestyle. That said was an almost wish, as the vain thought of my living my fun fantasy for seven hundred years is enough of a perk to have me wanting to remain a Satyress, as not then more and more a buck goat, as becoming a buck sire to many a goaty herd seems by my looking at being a Satyress as if I was in my preferred heavenly internment.
I know that buck goats are filthy animals with weird delights they urinate before mating as pee on their heads, fore-legs, and using the rank scent as if a perfume or a goat style aphrodisiac.
If it is possible, let me hold my third wish for some future time when by having lived as it is to be a Satyress or a male satyr, at some time I discover some reason to cause me want of a final change?" That said and me her Satyress stood waiting for what the Genie might say yes, or specify her reasoning for answering with a profound NO.
Having been born and lived to being a male human, as become then a wildly satyr, and changed again to be female and a satyr, a Satyress, had me feeling weird!
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