Andrew turned his head to see a big grin on the round face of Mr. Hopper. As Andrew strained to speak the mumbled sound that issued from his mouth sounded as one of those ten thousand moans from the past months.
"A little trouble sounding out words no doubt! I suggest you forget even trying for words since the tongue, lips, and mouth contours are not those of the human you once were!" said Mr. Hopper with a condesending tone in his voice.
Andrew felt angry and took a deep breath he yelled at the man standing directly in front of him.
Mr. Hopper took two steps back as Andrew let fly a deep long "MOOOOO!"
The sound rang and eckoed' the room. Andrew stood not moving or even blinking an eye.
"Andrew do you now have some idea what you are? If not I'll tell you now!" said Mr. Hopper. A wave of his hand and an orderly stood in the doorway with a rifle and a sedative dart if needed.
"Andrew the infection which entered your body has increase your youthful growth. Over as many months your body has accepted the radical D.N.A. flux and has added body structure. In more simple terms the youth you were you still are except now you are a bull!"
Andrew just stood there and blinked.
"The process has realigned your spine first and added didgets for body length and this large boney tail. The D.N.A. flux entered your body after a small amount was released. Your sexual relationship with Marsha Sands has infected her as well. However for some reason the bovine hormones which you contacted in the visit to the feed lot last summer had no effect on her."
Andrew began to take steps about the room ever looking over his bulky form.
"Odd it was that Marsha was brought here in much the same degenerated way as yourself. However her realignment has taken a much different course. I will order the orderly to have you kept here in the swing room till your bovine hormones take firm hold. Ahh in simple terms that means we will wait till you get so horny that you mount your first total animal born cow. Then the instincts of the animal body should effectivly erase the last of your human memory. I'm of the thought that the memories of family and friends will only get in the way of your very active breeding to come. Good Bye Andrew next we see each other you should be humping for fun and my profit!"
Meanwhile the Doctor has six Dixson boys sitting in the outer office while he explains that they have contracted Andrew's type of infection. "Each of the boys has new vertebra growing between the ones they were born with. Each has an incease in the length of the tailbone. Yet two of them show cranial development which appears to be horn buds on their foreheads, Jason and Bret. These two boys are much farther along in their developments. I suggest we contact Mr. Hopper again and plea for his additional kindness."