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The serum stimulates the male hormone making organ to accept what the doctor would wish were the true as new you. If not form the tickling and the forced laughter, the fear of what the future holds would add to the agony to come, making a living being long for death. Near to crying from fear, feeling the testes swelling, gaining bulk and weight, the rush of strange sensations are but the very beginning of what horrors await. Rather expecting to see what stands erect and dribbling creamy liquid, you see it soften, wither, and literally retract up inside the groin.
A new and worse fear of what the doctor might have done, that of making you not just a satyr, but change your gender and make a Satyress. A Satyress, the worst horror than becoming in part as a male goat, as from the transgender change come a nymphomania desire of unquenchable lust for want of sexual sensations. Sexuality the spur to drive a goat-woman form to lust after males, no matter if they be satyr types, normal humans, or stud male animals.
Just as suddenly the feelings between the tickling suggests a snake has entered inside your body, maybe by way of the anus, you cannot tell, but the feel of it wriggling up from the groin into the abdomen is nasty a feeling.
What is nasty become outdone by a spike of three pains, two in the upper forehead and one at the tip to your spine. Rank is the burning searing pains and from the front of the hairline on the forehead trickles down two trails of blood. You scream, begging the process to cease, but your pleading makes the girls and the doctor to laugh at you and from your pleading.
Warm feelings begin in the ears, as if they are sick and have a roaring hot fever.
The spike of pain at the end to the spine is what you imagine the growth of soon a tail added to your physical anatomy. You can feel the tail bone growing, adding links of vertebra to your bony spine. The thing begins to wiggle from your nervous sense of horror and apprehension about becoming soon what is a satyr.
The doctor comes into view, he having a gallon size can and a two inch wide paint brush. As with a gloved hand he begins about the testes to paint a dark colored liquid to your outer skin. You strain to lift your head as gawking, watch, seeing what is painted and smeared is changing the very coloration hues of your skin.
You were told as not to be concerned, the doctor said. As he went on to explain that by tainting the skin with added pigment, the fur which would soon begin to grow would be of a similar dark coloring. Knowing that a true satyr has fur from the waistline down to his cloven hooves, you find it odd when the doctor continues his painting of the liquid to your torso, neck, arms, hands and head.
As was your body heat makes you think your blood was near to boiling, the painted coloring on your skin offers a cooling sensation what makes you want to smile. The painted liquid does one good thing, it ceased that constant tickling!
Wham, and your thighs, as both of them are stricken by muscle wrenching cramps.
The Charlie-horse cramps move south, encompassing the calf muscles and then the heels and feet, making the need to scream and scream, as scream for long horrible minutes of terrible agonizing paining. Being bound as you are you are immobilized in a way so you cannot reach to message the cramping muscles, but must lie there and bear it!
A minor pain in the lower gut and the felt trickling of blood from it makes the mind to wonder as the agony in the legs begins to subside.
Moaning and the occasional scream from another spiked pain in the legs, and the doctor comes into view again. You gawk being wide eyed with renewed fear, seeing yet another large syringe was prepared, as held, waiting for that time when it should be injected to enhance your transforming.
Written by K.Rooste
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