As the potion entered your mouth the teeth and gums erupt pushing those pearly human teeth out onto the shop floor. You groan from the discomfort only the feel your skull swelling as sinus cavities grow.
Your eyes blurr, the nasty taste of the potion fades and you stand there rigid and feeling not right.
The mind plays tricks on you as thoughts wander to think of wide open spaces and grassy pastures filled with large creatures.
Your imagination runs wild as the changes continue the host is subdued to accepting the final state of nonhumanity.
"Can you here me" asked the old man Proprietor of this changed you.
"Maroo!" you try to speak and say your fine.
"Come we need to get you to where you can rest!" suggests the old man.
You agree and walk slowly with some irregular wobble to your walk and exit the rear of the shop to an alley. The man points for you to go into a high fenced corral and wait there.
The suggestion is followed by you but once inside an anger at being captured seems to prevaile.
There in one corner is a large steel drum filled with water. To the right of it is a half cut apart bale of sweet smelling hay. The hay alures your sense of smell making this new you reach lips out anf begin nibbling at what hours before one might have spurned as beneath your dignity.
Nibbling leads to rabbid foriging of the bale until only a few thin stalks of hay remains on the dung trod ground in your corral.
A large slobbering drink and with belly full and thirst quenched it's time for a nap.
The chill of cool night air awakes you from an afternoon of deep slumber. A friendly call of the old man makes you rise up ready now to leave and go home.
Standing at the corral gate you look at the man still not aware you are not part of the human race. You make a noise which from your thoughts was to be a question asking to go home. Instead the old man peers through the slats of the corral's fence and now informs you to inspect yourself.
"Please be of good humor as what you were is now what you are and must remain! The potion you spilled was some of my American West group. It has changed you inside and out to a fine form of one minotaur buffalo! Please remain calm as with yet another potion I can correct the form making you change complete to a buffalo so one might fit into life much better!" suggests the old man.
Now the fear of finding yourself part Buffalo is bad enough, but to then be suggested you let him change you to a typical Buffalo animal is making you mad.
Pawing the ground with hind hooves, tail whipping about in frantic aggrivation, you snort through large nostrils as if born to this beastly form.
As with any animal the response to being somewhere you don't like brings on some related sexual urges too.