Of course he does!

The nude faun leaned forward onto the knee-high oblong stone that stood between him and the three generous women so that he could reach out to give back his small cup. (It looked sadly undersized next to their three larger cups.) He asked, "May I have more please?" with his little furry tail wagging as he leaned on his forearms, looking up at them with gleaming puppy-dog eyes.

The youngest again filled his cup with the distilled spirits, this time all the way to the brim, hinting, "I hope you have the constitution for this much ****."

"Oh," he started while accepting the cup and sniffing it, "fauns don't have much constitution. We don't have any power either, not even willpower. All we have is desire. You will find we are very humble people."

He took a deep gulp from the cup, with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, now prepared for its burning effect on him. He managed not to **** this time and felt pride at surviving it. He enjoyed a wash of relaxation come over him. It made him a bit dizzy too. What a humorous effect!

He opened his eyes and mouth at the same time, "Say, you aren't Nymphs. You aren't common mortal women, either. Are you witches?"

"I don't think you under..."

He continued, "Everyone says the secret about witches is that..."

The younger one tried to interrupt, "If everyone says it, then it is no secret."

He continued, "... is that a witch's wisdom and power are one and the same."

He continued, "I know you each have more wisdom and power than I do, so I willingly accept whatever spell you cast upon me." The talkative faun waved one palm at himself to indicate he was offering his body to them as he gulped down the remainder of the cup.

One of the witches looked less optimistic and glanced skeptically back and forth at the other two.

Another gave a deep sigh and rolled her eyes.

The third one leaned over him with a smirk on her face and asked him, "Do you imply that my spells could not affect you against your will?" Then she made a face as if she were genuinely angry at him and awaited his response."

"Oh! No, I can be somewhat foolhardy, but I am not _that _foolhardy." The faun backpedaled with his elbows back to his side of the table, but the witch followed him stepping around until he was standing, or rather cowering. He was not a tall man even as fauns go, but he felt shrunken as she seemed to grow larger than life. "I mean we fauns don't have willpower in the first place. We don't strive for power of any kind, and... I did not mean to sound like I could... I mean..." he stammered as his penis softened and shrank noticeably, "I admit you have the power to over..."

The witch touched him on the forehead. Suddenly, before his eyes, the three witches transformed I to the most seductive women he had ever before witnessed, more sexually beautiful than he thought possible.

... the most seductive women he had ever ...

The faun's eyes widened. His phallus hardened and pointed forward again, painfully quickly. His body tried to pump more blood into his member to stretch it longer than his flesh could inflate.

He was dumbfounded, wordless (to the witches' relief).

Then with a wave of her hand, one of them struck the head of Leif's cock with the knuckles in the back of her hand. The glamor disappeared, and as the faun winced from the poignant pain, his phallus deflated and shriveled to an unimpressive little bauble. He covered his sore genitals with both hands, wondering what he had done to deserve this treatment. The stinging sensation lasted much longer than he would have preferred.

Rhiamon stepped up in front of him, raised his face to hers by touching him on the chin, and scolded, "Just saying you believe in our power is not enough. You must witness our power to truly believe."

Then he felt her open palm slap up at the backs of his hands, smashing them into his two fragile golden family jewels. Deep organ pain erupted through his guts. He keeled over and landed in the grassy earth, blinded by pain, astonished how little protection both his hands had been.

He heard chanting of the women's beautiful voices as he lay there helplessly rocking forward and back, slowly recovering from the pain.

He felt his body changing. Alarmed, he looked around and tried to stand. He saw that the three witches were looking different, wearing and casting off gorgeous faces and shapely bodies like a queen trying on new clothes. But at the same time, his body was transforming into a hideous beast. At first, he was part bear and part bull. Then he grew tentacles and feelers. His eyes filled with tears at his own ugliness. No Nymph would ever have him again. His missing penis could not please any woman nor send him into blissful orgasm ever again.

Then he grew tentacles and feelers.

He bowed down to the women, groveling on the ground before them. He tried to beg them to restore his handsome muscles and flowing hair, but his beastly throat could not manage a word.

"We see your every thought. We understand that now you understand," said Esmeralda, kneeling down to touch her beautiful hand to his cheek (what there was of it), "Yes, we are superior to you. Yes, you are inferior to us. But that makes you precious to us in your own special way."

Something stirred in his heart when she pronounced him precious. Suddenly, he realized his body had been restored. He was spread belly down on the ground before the three women who held ultimate power over him. He bowed his face to the dirt three times in gratefulness. He lay prostrate before them, thankful for the male body they had given him, no longer feeling entitled to it. He lay there until they bade him stand.

A submissive faun who knows his place