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"Why me, why did you want to do this to me, can you dislike men, as you were that you wish to doom and damn all who you meet. You made me your captivated victim, holding me as against my will, my better judgment. I never wished to be, to become as likened to any of my farm animals.
What you have done to me is made worse because I am not a bachelor, as I have a wife and she gave me three children, two girls and a fine son. We are or were a family, something else your debauchery has taken from me. If all or what you say is true, then if I return home, my changed self shall doom as damn my wife, and maybe our children to be as you made of me.
You leave me no choice, only the one final decision of whether it best to die now, before I see my wife again, or take to fornicating with my farm herd, and join them in a life of ignorance and acting like I was born a beast. You never gave you actions any such thought but to find your own personal enjoyment, no matter what the outcome.
I was a religious man, but if I were, you and your cock would defile as doom and then assure damnation.
Yet I was a moral man, loving only my wife, my children, and leaving my animals to being animals. Moral living has its own sense of delights and enjoyment; you have changed me and what I am!"
Having heard the dear man ranting, as obviously upset, he spiteful from the sexual satiric advances as made upon and into him. He stood there on wobbly legs, was covered with sweat, the faint patches of goat wool beginning to show sprouting above his cloven hoofs. Even as he spoke his ranting dislikes, he stood there masturbating with his right hand sliding up and down the increased length of a lovely goat cock. To see his working arm and cock, he moving similar to the side rods of a steam locomotive until his cock shot load after load. Unbeknown to the poor man, but his masturbating was depleting his human semen, as advancing his becoming more as a satyr or a buck goat, as soon he would need to make that decision.
"The man I was would have said he was sorry. The satyr I became by choice and not a wholly happy deciding it was, but brought to fruition by my meeting a magical Genie. Whether you believe me or not, the time is now for your need to decide what works for you, and your family as the better.
Myself having heard your reasons for disliking what I became, what I am, of what I by being a satyr did unto you, with you, leads me to suggest your only moral future is to become a buck goat. Please, please hear me, as I am not suggesting this from being a satyr, but remembering when I too was a moral living man.
You said about your family, and if you return to them, being near them, the satiric ideology will cause you to infect them as well. As I heard you rant, your love for them is special. Even I, me being new at being a satyr, I would not doom anyone lesser the legal ages, as especially children. This stayed ideal in me makes the considering of what you should do to keeping your family safe from any like me, as you then should take to fornicating with your goat herd and join them!"
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