Before Joe could spout off any more angry comments, the most unsettling restlessness emerges in his ears and somewhere in the lower regions of his back. He wouldn't know how else to describe it. It's like he has been bedridden for days and is desperate to sit up or stretch or feel around. But he isn't feeling this in his arms or his legs. He quickly focuses on his ears because they are feeling more and more sensitive. Blood starts to pound inside them and theirs a partly painful and partly soothing feeling as if they are stretching. Soon he can't take the stretching or the restlessness any longer and then he feels his right ear TWITCH.
"What the--?!" he startles himself. The ears start flexing this way and that. He can feel them darting around to take in the voices of the chanting. He grabs the things and finds them stretched out farther two his sides than they should be sticking out like rounded egg-shapes underneath his horns. He tries to hold them still so he can examine them but suddenly yelps at a hard crack in his spine. He thinks he broke his tailbone. A swollen pressure builds and he wonders if this will be a repeat of the (gotta be fake, right?!) horns. But no. This time he can feel something warm and skin-textured warming down between his butt cheeks and digging tightly down into his once-baggy underwear. The bangs of growth aren't stopping and constricted tightness is getting worse. And then he jumps into the air startled, completely taken off guard, when the snakelike intruder squirms against its textile prison.
"Guys there's something in my pants there's something in my pants there's something in my pants!"
"Well then take it out, idiot. Take all your pants off for all we care. You won't need them as our new bull anyway."
Loath to obey them but unable to stand the strangeness against his ass cheeks any longer, exposing his not-unflattering genitals and, well, something skin-colored and tube-shaped hanging down into his pants legs, even though they're down below his knees.
"What the hell is that what the hell is that what the--"
The long thing flits up like a UFO out of the fallen trousers while Joe prances around in circles trying to get away from it. Those darn pointy things follow him around in the sides of his vision the whole time and he occasionally whips up to swap them away to no avail. The flesh snake slaps his side at one point and he freezes, feeling the impact through almost half his spine. Joe looks down there. It's not against his torso any more but he can feel it dangling limply behind him. Far from having gotten away from it, he think he can (gulp) summon it back around for another look. It slaps his side again and this time he sees something fluffy flit into view with it. His ear aims instantly toward the impact of the slap. From that moment he's spinning around trying to see what's started appearing from behind him and maybe even try to get it off him. The "leader"-like figure of the cultists just sees him swatting himself over and over with it and says, "There you go, start learning how to keep the flies off rump in this pasture."
At last Joe has raised it up and CAUGHT it, and gasps at his touch. It wasn't like when the horns grew out. After the pain wore off, they might as well have been stuck-on costume parts, heavy and annoying but not something he could actually feel. Not something he could actually MOVE. Not something kind of like his longer ears. Not something that had a shaggy patch of his own hair color hanging off their tips like this did, looking for all the world like the tassel of a BULL's tail. He let the implication sink in. He tried once again to tell himself it was just a trick, that the horns didn't really grow out of him and his ears weren't really flicking around everywhere. That the custom-looking tail would just come off. But pulling it out as far as it would go sent back the worst jolt of pain his spine had ever sent him. Reality almost literally bit him in the ass.
Joe dropped his tail immediately but couldn't help but feel it moving even after it fell behind him. "Please you've got to stop this, I'll do ANYTHING!" he pleaded. Both his ears got into position directly facing the "leader" to hear his answer: "We can't stop now, you aren't finished yet. More of your changes will fuel more of our power."