Cooling down in the pool, getting HOT in the hot tub!

Up on the roof of the hotel, patrons and visitors enjoyed the night breeze with drinks and food. Music could be heard in the background while laughter and cheering came from a splash in the pool.

"CANNONBALL!" Called out Tina, scrunching herself into a ball and causing her friends to cry out as she splashed them, seconds later her head poked out of the water and she slicked her hair behind her, joining the others who splashed her back playfully as she got to her drink sitting at the edge of the pool by a modesty-filled lunch plate.

"Bitch, these drinks cost enough up here. I don't need you to spike it with pool water." Scoffed Rachel. She, Shiori and Maxine laughed and grinned as they gathered at the corner of the pool to drink.

"Relax, Rachel. There's enough **** in this thing to negate any trace of chlorine or any other chemical. Besides, we got to get BLITZ after the game. I can't believe we managed to keep our show up without Deandra."

"SPEAKING of Deandra, what the hell happened to her?!" Shiori asked, "How did she get so big all of a sudden? Her boobs!"

"Allergic reaction?" one pondered, looking over at Maxine.

"I KNOW right?" Chuckled Maxine while she sipped at her drink. "She can kiss her cheerleading career goodbye with THAT figure."

"Shame we lost the other guy too, what was his name again?" Shiori asked, her voice quivering slightly as her nipples grew rock hard in her bikini top.

"The big guy in the Elvis suit? Bret? Burt?" Rachel wondered aloud. The corners of her mouth curled in a dreamy smile, before she caught herself and shook her head. Furrowing her brow, she continued, "And what the hell was he? He looked like an actual goat man."

"Maybe a mutant of some kind. I don’t know. An alien? If my parents knew I was at a karaoke bar in Vegas with either or they'd kill me," Lisa added with a laugh.

"He was so much fun! And did you see how Deandra was practically hanging off his body like a Christmas ornament and how they were making out? I've never seen her let loose in such a way!" Maxine whispered out, her tone that of the town gossip.

"And then look what happened to her? You...don't think he had anything to do with it, did you? I mean, I felt... After the karaoke bar. I mean, id anyone else feel..." Sammy looked at each of her fellow cheerleaders who all shared knowing, aroused looks. It looked like Maxine was just about to say something when all of their heads snapped to the entrance of the pool.

Before they had a chance to really see the source of whatever pulled their attention to the entrance, there was a dark blur and, suddenly, a dark shape leapt up in the air, before coming down next to them. A masculine voice yelled out, "CANNONBALL!"

Caught off guard by a huge splash that over took the pool, the girls gasped and guarded themselves from the water, just as a large furry form stood up to its full height and shook its horned head. The girls were all splashed by droplets of water. The male satyr looked at the shocked group of fit cheerleaders all staring at him with mouths agape, before he smirked back at the now blushing cheerleaders as they looked up at him.

"Hey there babes, enjoying the water?"

"B-B-Buck?"

"You got the wrong goat, ladies" he grinned, before he turned back to the entrance and yelled out, "The water's fine and the sluts are even finer!"

Looking back to the entrance of the pool, the girls' blush nearly went bright right at the sight of so many satyrs taking making their way to the pool area. The other patrons gasped out in utter shock at the arrival of the supernatural creatures as they stomped their way to different portions of the roof plaza. Some grabbed what they could to eat, while others sat at tables to drink. The chairs under their immense frames creaked and nearly buckled under the weight. Each of them were hugely built like they were overfed football players and were completely naked! The girls in the pool had a clear sight of the proverbial third legs they were sporting as they shamelessly went about the pool lounge ordering up drinks and plucking things off the table to eat whole. They should have heard screaming, or at the very least some comment about their appearance, but everyone on the roof were transfixed by the burly goat men and the scent in the air that gave the cheerleaders a hot blush and a heat bloom between their legs and made their nipples go stiff.

"H-hi..." Gasped Maxine, catching the satyr's eye as he leaned back and playfully raised an eye brow down at her. "Y-You like daiquiris?"

Snorting his nostrils, the satyr took Maxine's drink and downed it in one gulp. The mocha skinned woman barely making an audible complaint, instead her brown eyes were completely taken with the creature before her. Her nipples grew stiff, and her pussy churned, simply watching the brute swirl it in his mouth and swallow. Making a face of deep thought, the goat man looked down at Maxine and finally answered. "Hmm... Sweet, sour... I will admit, the slice of lemon is a nice touch, but I'm more of the HARD liquor kind of goat, if you get what I mean." Seeing the massive erection bob up to the surface, Maxine's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as did the rest of the girls who on autopilot drank their drinks dry.

"Oh, B...B... Buck!" Maxine sighed out, raising her hands up to cup and massage her firm breasts shamelessly before the goat man.

"He's not Buck," a catty yet familiar voice called out. The cheerleaders' attention again was pulled like a magnet to the entrance of the rooftop pool area, "Buck's not here. Not yet at least."

It took all of Maxine's willpower to tear herself away from the hunky goat man before her. Looking over, the cheerleader was shocked to see three immense female satyrs were wobbling their way to the pool. The lead goat woman, and hands down the biggest of all, had deep red hair and rust-colored fur. Meanwhile, her semi-smaller counterparts had wild manes of blonde and raven-colored hair and fur to match. Calling them curvaceous or voluptuous wouldn't have given them any credit to just how large they truly were. The girls could only assume their tits were as big as their own heads, minus the horns, and their hips were wider than truck tires. Their thighs were meatier than the thin cheerleaders' entire bodies. It almost seemed comical, and yet, each of the cheerleaders looking up at the three couldn't help but feel a sudden twinge of envy at their ripe and matronly curves and figures.

A serene smile filled the lead goat woman's face, and she held out her hands in a grand gesture. She then addressed all present, both human and satyr alike, "That's RIGHT my herd. Be merry, be jovial. Feast and be festive. Enjoy the day away as we celebrate into the night!"

A joyous cheer erupted from the male satyrs present, while Wanda and Consuela made their way to a row of poolside lounge chairs. What a blessing it had been that the plush lounges didn't have any arm rests and that they could spread their large girth over multiple chairs at once. Wanda grinned delightfully when she felt the seats creak and strain at their weight. Consuela snapped her fingers and one of her sons came over with a tray filled with drinks and fruits he had procured from the poolside bar. She thanked her progeny and told him they would need more very soon, before stroking his cheek lovingly.

Deandra, meanwhile, focused entirely on her former teammates. It was she that had called out to Maxine before, and she was amused that the little twig was completely enamored with one of Wanda's sons. A devious smile filled her face, and she began to walk away from her herd sisters sitting in the Las Vegas sun.

"Are you not going to join us, sister?" Consuela asked.

"Maybe later," Deandra said, turning her head to address the black-furred goat woman, "I need to catch up with some old friends."

Spotting the women across the pool with one of Consuela's sons making them all hot and bothered, Deandra narrowed her eyes devilishly and licked her lips. Separating from the other two, Deandra padded her way towards her friends. Seeing her approach them, the cheerleaders almost didn't recognize the towering goat woman until Lisa focused on her face and gasped.

"Deandra?!" Gasped the cheerleaders in unison, dumbstruck at their friend's current appearance and size. In comparison to the svelte ladies, Deandra was massive in every which way of the word.

"Hi Lisa, having fun?" The satyress asked as she rested her hands at her waist and gave her chest a deep breath, causing her four tits to wobble from the act. Mother's milk had been dripping down into the pool, mixing with the water as it flowed and swirled around her. None of the ladies could respond as the soporific musk permeated their senses and made their senses more vibrant and their reasoning to blur. It felt like they were **** or ****! So much so, they barely responded when Deandra moved closer with a smug grin and eyed the male satyr in front of them.

"Deandra? Is that YOU?" Panted Lisa, feeling like she was getting a fever.

"Pfff... Damn RIGHT its me, and a whole LOT of me." The blonde goat woman gloated, raising her arms over her head to show off her four tits and wide thighs. "To think I wasted away on kale and diet smoothies to be so thin, THIS is how I should be built!"

"Wha... What happened to you? Where have you been that turned you into that?"

Smiling more devilishly, Deandra shimmied her hips to cause a splash towards her friends. "I got a NEW team now, one where I'm not held back anymore. I can eat, screw, and GROW as much as I want now. Jealous?"

"Now, now my sister, the tiny ones do not yet know the pleasures of the herd... Yet."

Feeling a presence behind her, Deandra giggled when she looked over her shoulder to find Wanda swim up next to her and reach a hand behind her to squeeze at her thigh. The two immediately nuzzling their noses together before sharing an open mouth kiss, one that left the human women panting as the kiss grew more heated and wild. "Yes, I totally forgot..."

Kissing more deeply, the two satyrs moaned and growled into each other's mouths, immediately getting swept up in the passion of the moment while the cheerleaders watched with aroused awe. The longer they went at it, the more enthused they were until they were **** to separate, panting for air, and growling under their breaths, rubbing their noses together before Deandra leered back at her human friends and smiled.

"Mind if I borrow the big guy for some fun of my own?"

Playfully swimming towards the satyr, Deandra pinched her fingers under his goatee to make him stand up, guiding him to the side of the pool to press his back to and straddle his waist. Pressing her breasts into his barrel chest, she began to make out with the satyr in full view of her friends. Liking what she was seeing, Wanda and Consuela nickered to their children to join them in the pool, something they happily obliged as the water splashed over the surface from their bodies taking up the limited space.

Seeing Deandra turn around and press her ass against her current lover, Wanda purred to herself in delight. It didn't take long for the snorting Satyr to thrust into her from behind, making the blonde satyress nicker and moan. Not wanting to be left out in the fun, Wanda leered at one of the other satyrs of her herd and swam up to him. Pulling him in for a smoldering kiss, Wanda panted and pressed her forehead against his.

"The herd must expand." She chuffed, feeling his erection bob between her outstretched legs. Sinking down on his cock, Wanda brayed out a throaty moan that made everyone in the water and the roof shiver from the sound. The satyrs began to press up against anyone nearby in the pool, surprising the aroused cheerleaders as a towering 400 pounds goat man pinned them to the pool wall and began to make out with them.

Maxine could only flutter her eyes in drunken arousal when a dark furred satyr that looked like the spitting image of Buck pull her close and grinned down at her, the woman was so enraptured she barely resisted the open mouth kiss and his tongue invading her mouth. Immediately she pressed her chest against his as she felt a hand reach down and with a swift tug of his finger, ripped her bikini bottoms off. Gasping into his mouth, Maxine mewled with arousal as she wrapped her legs around him as best she could in the water and cried out when she felt his massive cock line up and thrust into her in one go.

"HOLY CRAP! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO!!!!" Screamed Tina. The woman turned around and facing the pool's edge while one of Wanda's son rutted into her from behind, his hands firmly gripping her petite waist as his beer can thick cock thrust into her at piston speed. Shiori and Rachel were hugging each other and making out in between the two satyrs behind them thrusting into their sopping pussies at the same time, crying out in orgasm as their nameless lovers erupted into them.

All the while the cheerleaders were having the wildest sex of their lives, they never noticed their ears growing into long points, or how their bikinis creaked from their hips and breasts growing after they were cum into. Shiori gasped when her bikini bottoms snapped off like a rubber band, and Maxine bleated out loud, moaning as she was **** to rip open her top to free her now DD cup breasts before one of her nipples were captured in her satyr lover's mouth.

Consuela brayed out loud as one of Wanda's sons hoisted her legs around his waist in the pool, his large balls splashing the water as he rutted harder into the satyress. Bellowing out a guttural roar, the satyr Wanda had been straddling flooded her insides, foaming the water as she became so stimulated her four breasts spurted mother's milk into the pool.

"More! MORE! Burst this pool with our growing numbers! Never be sated! The herd must groaaAAAAGH!"

Surprised, Wanda looked over her shoulder to find another satyr spearing into her from behind, the two males sawing into her pussy at the same time and stretching her to capacity. Overstimulated and far to incensed to complain, Wanda nickered and moaned as the orgy intensified.

*

Amanda managed to get up. She had been left inside Buck and Wanda's hotel room and could hear the labored snores of the immense goat man in the other room. The one-time petite woman took short, tentative steps to the room he had passed out in, and she opened the door ever so slightly. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his magnificence. The CEO's normally, sharp, world-weary eyes became round, docile orbs for a few moments as she felt her entire body burn with arousal for the strange, supernatural creature. Her hand slowly crept up to grope and massage one of her bigger, rounder titties to relieve the pressure valve of pleasure that was quickly building within her.

Amanda suddenly caught herself with a quick jerk of her body. What the hell was she doing? She was a CEO of a company and not some floozy out of a Greek myth like those other horned, horny goat people.

Backing away, the raven-haired woman darted out of the room, making sure to close the door ever so gently. She was caught off-guard by her new figure. Amanda's new curves made it harder to gracefully slip out of the room without hitting anything. She had always prided herself on just how slim and athletic she was, but there were quick flashes of stuffing her face the night before, as well as a horrific, fuzzy memory of sucking on something big and round that jetted some fatty milk substance straight down her throat. A flash of the large red-furred satyress thrusting out her four enormous breasts at her popped into her mind, and the CEO felt completely nauseous. Fighting the urge to toss her cookies all over the hotel's hallway, she instead waddled quickly into her room.

Slamming the door shut behind her, Amanda felt her mind clear. Relief flowed through her newly enhanced body. As overwhelmed as she was, Amanda was sharp as nails, and she knew immediately that escaping those goat people was the cause of her newly cleared mindset. She had recalled reading mythology books as a girl where certain mythological creatures and some modern animals gave off certain pheromones that could cloud their potential victims' minds. Shaking her head at the idea of referring to those very real creatures as mythological caused her to tisk her tongue in disbelief. How foolish could she be? It wasn't too long since Thor was considered a myth, or that Captain America had been thought of killed in action. The world was introducing amazing newer and newer things each and every day. Still, Amanda thought as more and more of her strength and composer was returning to her by the second, there was the very real problem of just what exactly they had all done to her, and more specially, her body.

Tugging on her top as it felt tight on her, the woman darted towards her room where there was a full-length mirror. She knew she had filled out somehow, but what she saw before her made Amanda gasp out in shock. She had always been slim, and as she matured she worked hard to maintain her ultra-athletic figure. But, looking into her reflection in the mirror all that work, and even her nature tiny frame was long gone. Now her chest, which had always been firm but never her best feature, were like a pair of melons. Her upper body curved down to a not-too-narrow waist, before her figure flared out into a pair of wide shapely hips and a lush, full ass. She looked far more like one of those stupid Kardashians but without the help of a plastic surgeon's skill. As her eyes trailed up her now-voluptuous body, they finally landed on her face and hair, and with it, came a cold, piercing realization that her newly unnatural curves weren't the only thing she should be concerned with.

Her normally fine black hair that she had always kept neatly trimmed and coifed, had grown out to a thick, messy mop of slightly wavy hair that fell just past her shoulders. It was longer than she had ever had it since she was a girl, but that wasn't what was causing her to panic. Out of the full-bodied mane of hair poked out two pointed ears. Her cheeks burned and her face fell, and all the while, her heart was beating faster and faster as she made the connection in her panicked mind.

The red goat women had the exact same pointed ears poking out of their long, mess of near-ass-length hair!

Amanda looked wide eyed into the mirror with her mouth agape at what she had become. Her mind reeled and a small, pathetic whine escaped her lips. She was usually in control of any situation. She would prepare and be ready, but the CEO was at a complete loss for what was happening. And that didn't sit well with her.

Looking around in frustration at what to do next, her eyes landed on the phone atop her bedside table. Amanda recalled trying to dial the front desk for help throughout her hellish time inside this dreadful hotel in this city of sin, and they were absolutely no help. Instead, she dialed for the police.

"Hello? Yes, I wish to report an incident at my hotel... I've been..." Fluttering her eyes, Amanda caught herself biting her lip and cupping her breasts with her free hand, not realizing she had grown a cup size since last she checked. "Something has happened to m...." she took a deep breath and gnashed her teeth together as another wave of supernatural pleasure flowed through her. She shook her head quickly to try to regain her composure. She should have planned what she was going to say before she haphazardly called the authorities. They would think she was drunk or on **** or something! Trying her best to steady herself and her frazzled mind, she tried again. "I'd like to make a noise complaint... I tried to speak to them and I... I think they..." Squirming at her feet, Amanda fell to the bed, realizing a fire's heat boiled away in her loins. "Can you send someone? I don't feel very SAFE right now... Yes? Ooooh thank you...What do you mean I never told you at which hotel I am staying?"

Amanda incredulously told the switchboard operator where exactly she was and dropped the phone. Turning to lay completely on the bed with the phone facing onto the floor, Amanda pawed at her body freely now that she could. She just felt so HOT, and any attempt she made to quell that heat only made her more aroused. Her body was on fire, and she groaned out in discomfort. Her frantic mind immediately told her she needed to drink some water. That always did the trick.

Sitting up, which for the first time in her life actually felt like a chore now that her rock-hard abs were a thing of the past, Amanda moved over to the kitchen. She felt her hip graze the cool surface of the refrigerator and swooned, biting her lip as she pulled free a glass from the overhead cupboard and poured herself a glass of water, then another, and another as she downed one after the other. Her thirst was unquenchable. And each drought she imbibed only made her body react to the corruption coursing through her.

Her hips flared wider, meatier, her thighs growing more corded as did her ankles. The pert rear she had demanded more room as it ballooned larger behind her. Her top creaked and strained containing her still growing breasts, now reaching DD in size, and still growing. Her new body was making it harder and harder to maintain her balance. She managed to put the glass down, before she nearly lost her balance, but caught herself at the last minute. Leaning on the countertop, the dark-haired woman panted for air. Amanda winced as she felt a pressure build at her forehead and her lower back.

All the while, the transforming Amanda groaned and cried out in pain and discomfort. The clothes she was wearing were becoming too tight and too constricting. She was too overwhelmed to realize it, but her moans and groans had taken on more animalistic growls and goat-like nickers. Gnashing her teeth together, Amanda shorted and bleated out as she gripped the front of her shirt and tore it as hard as she could. Not knowing her newfound strength, the blouse tore like tissue paper and her larger, heaving breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison. And yet, still her bra dug into her softer flesh. Bleating out, Amanda made quick work of freeing herself from it as well.

Gasping for breath and feeling her large chest heave from her panting, Amanda groaned out a husky moan, deep and throaty as she felt her tits continue to swell unimpeded. Freed of the fabric that bound her so tightly. Moaning out again, it bordered on a sexual roar as she tossed her hair and twerked her growing rear. She wanted to burst free, free of her clothes and just grow.

"Why do I feel so thirsty... And why does it feel so GOOD?!" she asked herself out loud, looking over to the complimentary gift basket on the counter with wide eyes and licked her lips. Ripping open the plastic wrapping she plucked out a large bar of rich chocolate and bit down on it, wrapper, and all. The flavors were so rich, so exciting. Never had a simple bite full of chocolate had made her nearly have a micro-orgasm, and another with a second bite. She simply wanted more! "Ah GAWD... MOAR!"

The bar of chocolate disappeared into her mouth after a few more bites, leading her to rummage further into the basket for anything else she could eat, anything else to excite her overstimulated taste buds. Fruit, biscuits, mints, all of it went down her gullet with the same reverence as downing peanuts. All the while her figure continued to expand and change. Her hair grew to almost twice its original length as did her EARS, now poking out through her bangs to flick independently of each other. Scratching behind her lower back, the itching was becoming annoying, just as a fluffy tail finally popped out above the globes of her ass with a sigh of relief from her mouth.

"Aaaahh... That feels beh... Beh... BAAAAAAAAh... Better..."

The basket now empty and yet her growling stomach still demanded more, the woman grabbed at the wicker handle and bit down on it like it was licorice. Even the grain of the handle tasted delicious to her! She just couldn't stop, she wanted more. Feeling a rush flow through her, Amanda moaned a throaty gasp as her body grew taller. She lurched forward suddenly and bleated and bah-ed out like a goat. Where as before she had been horrified of the goat-women she had encountered, her frenzied mind was shifting to accept her place as one of them. As a true SATYR!

"Yessssssssssss!" Amanda hissed. All feelings of responsibility were being overwhelmed by the crimson tidal wave of lust and hunger. Her life as a CEO of whatever the fuck company she worked for was now so insignificant. As the black-haired voluptuous harlot continued to grow and grow, she continued to cry out in unabashed pleasure. And all the while, her human moans mixed with the far more goat-like sounds of a satyr in heat. Finally, she bleated out in ecstasy when her feet shifting into clopping cloven hooves as she steading herself and winced. Snorting out, she bah-ed as the excruciating pain in her headache intensified. Finally, pair of gnarled horns popped free from her forehead and curled around her ears.

Amanda paused for a moment. She felt an almost divine sense of relief, and the woman sighed out, before she erupted into a fit of girlish giggles at what she had become. The former CEO squirmed and thrust out her chest where her G-cup breasts were soon crowded by a second pair demanding room to grow beneath them. She arched her back and mauled her huge tits with the painfully erect nipples now out in the open for anyone to see.

"Ooooohhhhh... Was it as good for you as it was for ME?" Amanda giggled to herself as she made her way from the kitchen nook and made her way to back into the bedroom of her suite to get another look at herself. Looking down at the mirror to see her taller, expanded body and its changes, the newly transformed satyress had to bend down to get a good look at herself. Everything looked and felt so alien, and yet it was still her. Horror should have been her first emotion, but all her heightened senses and ravenous appetites only made her feel high with pleasure, and only craving more.

"That fat redhead with horns was right, I should have tagged along." Amanda purred with a deeper voice, smooth and velvety as she smiled in delight at what she had become. A new wave of pleasure coursed through her and she brought her hand to her soaked, swollen cunt, before growling throatily at her reflection, "DAMN I need a cock in me!"

Looking out into the city of Las Vegas, Amanda was shown a view of twinkling street lights and billboards and casino signs as far as she could see. She dimly recalled the female satyresses...women, no, no longer women, but divine satyresses mentioning that they were going to have themselves a pool party. Her mind that had been so frantic, panicked, and fractured suddenly snapped into place. She recalled everything she had going on in this delightful city during her time as a worthless, boring human as she foolishly worried about all her mortal responsibilities. Nickering to herself, she reached for the remote control and turned on the hotel's Vegas channel that told tourists what was going on in the city. As she watched in stunned silence, the former slim and trim workaholic felt her stomach growl in hunger. Absentmindedly, Amanda took the remote control and took a bite out of it. She saw absolutely nothing wrong with that and actually found the plastic, the wires and even the batteries all tasted delicious. Downing the remote control and burping out, a wicked, knowing grin began to fill Amanda's changed face when she learned about all that was happening over the next few days.

No, why settle for a pool party? When the whole CITY could be cracked open like an oyster to feast on. Oh yes, she was a fool for not indulging in her vacation, there was so much to do, so much to experience, so many to share this GIFT with... And all thanks to that big goat man who pulled her into their suite.

She wanted to indulge, she wanted to be a slut, a CEO of sluts! She wanted to drown in nymphomania and indulgence and steer it, direct it. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and her pointed ears fell slightly in disappointment when she recalled the last time she truly fucked someone as her vile little human self. Shaking her head, Amanda couldn't believe what a prude she was! The prospect of finally being able to let loose made the new satyress shiver in delight. She inserted one, two and then three fingers into her dripping snatch and nickered out in rapture, until she heard a knock at her suite's room. Walking up to her room's door, she swung it open to reveal a police officer with a notepad in hand scribbling as he introduced himself without looking up.

"Hello, I'm officer Jacobs, I'm here about the noise... Complaint?" Looking up and stunned stupid, the police officer found himself looking up at a dark furred and haired goat woman who stood over a foot taller than him in the buff with a quartet of tits that rivalled his own head and aimed straight at him like four angry torpedoes.

"Ooooh, I LOVE a man in a uniform, are you here to punish the naughty?"

"I..."

Not giving the man a chance to answer, Amanda grabbed him by the front of his uniform and pulled him in, kicking the door shut behind her.