Foolhardy and brashly bold, Stew stood there to await what he thought was the ending of some very elaborate Halloween trick.
He heard Megan screaming for him to move, run, and get away, but he stood firm and waited for what was to come.
Seeing and hearing Megan beg Stewart to run, the tall man looked at her, did a quick wink of his eye, and reached back inside the great house as if getting something more to give Stew.
The man then sported in his one hand what appeared to Megan as if a long necked' wine bottle. He stood with it and held it above Stew, tilting it, and then did pour out its contents over the burlap sack and the head of Stew.
This done and the bottle drained and still stupid Stewart asked if he could at the least have a treat!
The tall man laughed loudly, he said in a bold voice that Stew had both a trick and soon enough his treat, so do enjoy, and closed the front door with a slamming big bang.
Stewart playing along with the heart of Halloween, stood covered in that potato sack and with it glistening in the moonlight from whatever the made did pour.
"Not too good of an idea, was it," Stew spoke, the sack of his head and turned toward the direction where Megan still stood screaming at him to dump the sack and run!
Slowly Stew began to remove the hefty old sack from how it covered him from head to knees. At first it seemed an easy task, but whatever got poured on him made the sack sticky and felt stuck toughly to both his clothing and the skin of arms and face.
Stumbling down the front steps, Stewart tripped and fell about face forward down the last three steps, to lie on the ground at the feet of Megan.
An extra pair of hands worked then eagerly to remove that sack from being a cover over her friend.
Halfway off of Stew and the bag material seemed glued to his arms and about his neck and head. Megan chided Stew for being so gullible, and then noted that some of the sticky goo was beginning to cling to her hands as well.
The two worked hard at removing that sack, Stewart groaning inside it, as Megan grumbled how her hands, arms, and clothing felt sticky and stunk of chemical like smell.
Finally the sack began to tear, and with ripping it off of Stewart his head and face poked out into the moon lit night; as this made Megan scream and jump away from her friend.
Stew sat there blinking his eyes in silence, he looking at Megan, as she stood there pointing and screaming at him.
Instead or the sandy colored and shaggy haired head of what Stewart was when the two arrived at the dark mansion, his face had changed drastically. His eyes were just dark orbs but much larger. His entire face appeared beast like, nostrils and mouth having merged, changing, to look like the muzzle of some herbivore.
His entire head looked black, and had a shine coming from a blanketed coating of soft to the touch black fur.
Stew eyed and cocked his larger than normal human head, like some puzzled and pondering animal.
A slight irritation and Stew let his then oval shaped ear lick and flop against the sides of his thicker neck and square bovine block shaped head.
Feeling anxious, Stew licked his dry lips with a massive long and broad tongue; this scaring Megan to scream again.
Seemingly, Stew was not aware of his drastically different configuration of head and its very bovine proportions. He slowly got up of a sitting position on his knees and held out his arms for Megan to pull off the still stuck burlap sack from where it was stuck to his skin.
Quivering low lip and Megan took to working hard at removing the ruminants of that tearing sack. When it finally tore away from where it was stuck to Stew about his arms, he too saw what Megan screamed was his horrible situation.
A quick scramble of legs and feet had Stew standing upright and with what were once his arms and hands, were then as if the forelegs and cloven hoofs of some black furry bovine.
Seeing his changed arms, Stew tried to exclaim his fear, but only felt worse when instead of speaking intelligently, he let out a long and drawn out bellowing moo!
The sticky sack had with its removal torn at what clothing Stew wore that night, and ripped his shirt to shreds.
He felt the torn shirt and gave his torso and heart shake, making the cloth and sack then fall to the damp ground.
Megan stood in silent horror, she had her eyes as white and wide open as any sacred person might.
She eyed Stew, who stood then with his jeans intact, but from below his waistline and upwards he stood looking every bit as if a young black fur covered bull with its thicker winter coat.
Wild ideas began assaulting Stew as he turned and tried to eye his difference of bodily form.
Ears flapping, and nostrils trailing long strings of clear colored snot, Stew began to take on the demeanor of his becoming more like a bull that a human.
All this was terrible, but when Stew felt the urge to bend at the waist, his jeans slipped a bit downward, revealing then a long and also black colored bony bovine bull tail.