Mike felt a warmth flow through his body that he couldnt' describe that kept growing and growing. The saddle that was strapped around his body started to get tight as he began to bulk up, and his coloring turned to a mottled black and white.
He let out a moan that sounded more like a moo as his human torso melted into a bovine neck and his head started to get larger. A stablehand removed the saddle from his back before it got too tight, but mike couldn't even take advantage of that to run. His thoughts were becoming so thick and slow that he already had a rope around his neck before he could think of escape.
Mike felt the stange warmth leave his body. By the time that he came to his senses, the farmer was already looking over the bovine body that had been forced on him. "Very nice," he said, "She looks perfect. You sure she'll breed true?"
Mike was sorting that out when the alchemist responded, "Of course! Didn't that centaur I changed last year work out well for you as well? I hear she's already dropped two calves."
The farmer nodded, satisfied. "Thank you, Asel. I'll take her home now."
The alchemist stopped him, "Let me just talk to her a moment." He turned to Mike, "You won't forget the abomination that you are, not even I'm that powerful, but you should try not to think of it. You'll go mad in that body, but no one cares about a mad cow. Your job now is to produce milk and calves, a job that you won't be able to resist."
With that, the farmer tugged the line, and the cow that was Mike was obediatly let away.