Tyler had said enough of his melancholy ideas to draw from the show audience the usual comments yelled up toward the stage as of what those in the audience with crude imaginations wanted to see happen to a foolhardy victim of Madame's magic.
"Yea, give the stoop what he always wanted!" Yelled a man from the far back seats of the auditorium.
"I agree, make him into being a bull!" Yelled a woman toward the stage.
"I for one wish to see someone changed into a bull!" Yelled a man from the forth row from the stage.
"Do it to him witch!" So yelled a man, but he seeing Madame turn to look down at him for his calling her a witch and not referring to her as a true magician, she let him think he might become part of her act on that day.
"I might have some dealing with you later sir!" Madame said, though spoke softly, but with a directing of her comment to where the man who had called her a witch got up out of his seat, and worked his way past others seated and watching, the man quickly took his leave from watching the show.
Meanwhile, Tyler was hearing as well the many catcall comments of a rude crowd wishing to see him go to his demise by becoming a brute animal in form. He was having second thoughts due to the ruder comments about what he had suggested to Madame as of if he could become as different, what he once wished to be would be nice...
"Tyler is rather a good name for a bull," Madame said, as she began the swirling actions of her hands what usually drew the devils she controlled to come and attest of her desires upon an unsuspecting victim of her arts.
"Please then, go ahead and do it to me, as my standing here and having to hear what your audience thinks of me is making me feel stupid for having admitted I once had wished to become and live as does a bull animal live." Tyler asked of Madame, his voice was soft but the stage microphones picked up his comments and placated it all around to the audience.
Suddenly, Tyler felt the hellishly hot touches of devil hands what spelled the beginning of his demise.
"Ow, Madame please, what am I feeling happening?" Tyler asked aloud, as Madame had then her eyes closed and was mentally feeding her ultimate wishes for how the devilish host should so change then Tyler to become for all to see as a black furred bull.
The popping off of shirt buttons had them dropping onto the stage as Tyler felt his chest swelling, his shoulders becoming drastically more muscular, and his groin stimulated to arouse his bigger balls to start churning, what in turn forced from out his black furred belly mounted sheath a reddish colored male meaty bull's cock.
The sudden surge of physical changes happening to Tyler quelled the audience to remain attentive as well silent as they watched the act of magic. Tyler too was as well interested as he felt his body beginning to show changing, and was relieved by the sight of seeing he had the cock of a true bull.