Eric was never a farmhand, his knowledge of what style of bridle fit what kind of animal meant he was as dumb as a box of rocks. Although Eric tried to act with respect and taking care of the magical artifact, while lifting the head halter closer to it fitting over his face. He took note of the highly polished leather straps what seemed broad, or similar to those worn on the head of Jasper.
He felt a strange adoring delight from the touch of patent leather as it touched his face, or until it set hung properly about his head. In an instant the Medallion artifact began its control of Eric; the leather straps growing snug to his expanding face and head.
"Yes, yes, yes...," said Eric, as those three words would be for him his last said for quite some time to come!
First came was the swelling feeling as his new shape of head became heavier, and Eric knew then the halter was from some other animal, certainly not from a horse. He felt an uncomfortable drawing sensation as his nose and mouth were merged to form a broad muzzle. He felt his teeth begin to grow larger, as herbivore teeth continue to grow, replacing worn, nickle filled teeth the dentist fixed during their lifetime. As his head extended, his ears began to grow oval shaped, as furry, he able to make them move, like flop at his eyes.
The size of his changed head sent an alerting urge, telling Eric he had donned on the halter worn by a bull.
A fast wave of skin texture and a near black hue change engulfed him from head to cloven hoofs. His skin became a tougher, as if weather worn hide of a bull. As then black fur began sprouting, the pelt offered Eric a new sensation of personal comfort.
Muscles and tendons were next while skeletal changes caused him minor pains. He acknowledged a highly sexual want, a very bovine bullish want for becoming a sensual, sexually enhanced, male bovine, he being a herd Bull. The aroused sensual desires helped Eric to ignore his few discomforted feelings, such as growing a weighty, bony tail what rubbed across his puckered anus.
As changes worked to move south from a high set tail over flat, muscular buttocks, Eric reeled with joy at the sensations coming when his male genitals became wholly those of a bovine Bull. Taking a few steps he felt the bulk size and weightiness of his bovine scrotum. He then became aroused, feeling his bullish cock rise out from its belly mounted, furry sheath, as protruded all pink, was pointed, and nicely stiff.
Soon, Eric had four legs and two pairs of cloven hoofs. The Medallion had done its deed, doing for Eric what he had not hoped and never expected. His accursed variance of species felt sensual, giving him a rank sense of male delight; he then a bovine, cud chewer, was a Bull!
Boris was the wearer of the head halter, although beastly dumb, the sudden result of the Medallion curse worked to arise Boris as if alive, and mind-meld of Eric into sharing with Boris his Bull body. As then they stood together where Boris spent a goodly amount of his lifetime, or when not in the pasture breeding, mated with cows.
What had at the outset worried Eric, as after melding mentally with the bull spirit of Boris, all seemed well and fine, as the bull wandered the corral, awaiting the rising of the morning sun; and again beginning anew their living the life as a Black Aberdeen Angus bull.