She dressed him up as a woman to humiliate him, making him follow behind her in dress and veil carrying a sunshade. Then she dressed in his lion-skin and took to brandishing his club at the peasants.
Then she realized he was enjoying it as much as she was, and the cross-dressing became sexually stimulating.
PAN once came across OMPHALE’s nightgown in a grotto sans the Oomph girl. He leapt under the duvet only to find himself clutching HERACLES, who kicked him out in no uncertain fashion.
PAN still limps whenever he thinks about it. HERACLES was not having any funny hanky panky threesomes thank you very much, even if he was having to labor as a devoted slave.