Joe's mouth was watering, his stomachs were gurgling. He NEEDED something in him as soon as possible. But what could he eat here? The coven members hadn't exactly offered him any food or beverages today. He normally spent his day munching on whatever snacks he'd paid for with his monthly allowance from his faraway wealthy parents. But he didn't have anything now. But--oh shit, why did every little plant smell so frickin' wonderful?
That wide, huge muzzle of his, with its great big nostrils near the end of it, just were not leaving him alone. It was distracting enough that the smell of sex and BULL-ness was all around him, puffing up his budding bovine ego. But the grass in this pasture--oh shit, the grass! Every big hardy breath inward reported an all-Jeff-can-eat buffet of it, stretching out as far as the eye could see. And Jeff's eyes could see pretty far backwards as well as forwards, even if his depth perception was a little funky since they'd spread apart from each other. He could stuff himself like a teddy bear with it and barely make a dent in this field. Surely just a bite would hold him over for a meal right?
* What am I thinking?! Humans don't eat GRASS! That's GROSS! *
But then humans didn't swish their ropy tails and try to jam their long white horns into things. And they weren't allowed to do what Joe had just done in public. Maybe if no one here will judge him for doing what a human shouldn't do, then MAYBE, poor young hungry Joe just shouldn't judge himself for taking ... just ... A LITTLE taste ...
One of the wizards chuckled at the sight of the former human shoving his big thick bull head down into the fresh grass like a natural-born animal. That wizard quickly got a glare from the others and looked away shamefully. Joe's right ear aimed right at the chuckle but Joe couldn't be bothered to notice. This grass, this grass is GOOD! How much has he eaten already? Just a little taste, right? But why is the grass suddenly so short and sparse in front of his mouth now? Eh, he probably just picked a bare patch to start with. But since there's so much more right next to it, and SO MUCH empty space in his big complicated stomach, then maybe just another little taste from over there wouldn't hurt, would it?
The assembled group watched the bull man graze in silence, enjoying the affects of his self-indulgence on the surrounding magical field. Drawing strength from energy of hunger striving to sate itself. The wizard they had learned this spell finds an opportunity to break the silence: "So then, here's a question for the group! Who can tell us whether this is a good time to disperse the barrier charm or not?"
"What?!" said the wizard who'd chuckled earlier. "Of course not!"
"I agree with Balthazar," said one of the witches. "You saw him try to charge us earlier, what's to stop him from trying again?"
"Actually," said a younger witch, "it is clear at this point that the subject's desire is for food and pleasure, not revenge. Caution is warranted, but the astute observer will notice the last traces of anger towards us dissolving out of the subject's aura. If we were to release the barrier surrouding him--"
"--he would gore us all to death!"
"--he would continue to graze blissfully. And we're powerful enough to resurrect the dead now anyway."
"Good observation skills, Edna!" -- the spell-teacher praised -- "The subject is preoccupied and lacks grievance. Everyone slap the ground on the count of three. One, two, --"
The bovine-headed, bovine-tailed, and bovine-endowed man barely noticed as the force field around him flickered green for the last time. The fence around this pasture was all to contain him now. But why would he try to leave? A increasingly less empty section of his belly was loving the feel of green blades taking their rightful place within its walls. He hasn't eaten this morning, after all, and this grass tastes SO good...