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Pan-Icking Syndrome

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What had seemed as fun and or funny though painful and sensuous turned suddenly to being something terrible. The whole idea of what this man has made of you culminates into panic, as realization of becoming as and being permanently then likened to the Greek god Pan, begins what the doctor titling said was the “Pan-Icky Syndrome,” to which he and his hot dolly assistants began to laugh.

As the mind considers the name of what you are feeling, you do resemble then Pan, if maybe your body does look more beastly than did Pan. The icky refers to the sense of realizing what it feels like as is like having become in part of form being an animal. It is from the sensual as strange and erotic feelings, passions and ideas of delight at having had your maleness sucked upon what stirs questions about morality. Pondering the future you ask yourself if from being a satyr with highly infectious semen, what good could come from your new purpose of living.

Straps are released; the ability to rise as sit up and then swivel the furry form to leg the legs dangle freely off the side of that less than comfortable examination table. That bit of freedom gained, and she who had suckled you before rushes toward you. She first fondles those two yam size orbs what in reality became from human testes, to being satyr sized.

Discovering the fact your heightened level of sensuality and her fondling arouses up from a furry sheath something that you recall did not ever look like it does then. Your maleness protrudes out into the open air and views of all there being grotesque of contours. Even the charcoal black color gains a deep reddish hue, it suggesting to the sheer volume of blood packed inside it to keep the thing stiff.

Sensuality becomes an enemy for a moment from the fact your symbol of being a male as born to religious parents has changed to becoming a syndrome of becoming in part as if born to an animal.

Meanwhile, she fondles the arching length of your pony stallion size maleness. Her stroking it gives she and you a gained knowledge of what it feels to touch and own such a prestegious male member.

Both she and you feel the testes draw up snug in the groin and something tells that this is a sign of a soon ejaculation to come, as come it did!

She as well you can feel the surge wave of sexuality coming up the long tubular extension poked skyward. As she tries to strangulate the erection and allow her time enough to place her mouth over the flared trumpet bell shaped anterior end, her grip becomes painful to a satyr.

Howling your owes and ouch feelings, the strangulating grip holding at bay the surge is but a one-time occurrence, necessitated because of your presence of mind being lackadaisical to move quickly to help insert before blowing your load.

“Golly Moses,” you exclaim as from the rush and feel of the expulsion out the end to your new as changed and enhanced maleness, comes then the idea you like what you are, as am, as will remain.

That great rush nearly chokes the life out from the girl, she swallows most of the massed load, it thick and creamy, abundant with infectious ability. Infectious to a female with a satiric combination of cross-species impregnating abilities, as well of male or female ingestion causes a rebirth, a transforming, making any human become a satyr herd member.

Your semen so infecting it can from continued oral ingesting of the satyr virus, can to male changed humans transition them beyond being satyrs, to becoming buck goat animals with human thinking minds. These facts the doctor stood explaining, he watching what you were watching and feeling, while enjoying, gaining a sense of appreciation for him and his sensual handiwork.


Written by K.Rooste

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