"Heracli, transmuto, oro, deus......Ahh the word, the word" Davis sat ready to be a muscle bound man among men but the word eluded him. As he resaid the first phase of the spell a whirling cloud of silver gray began to surround him.
Now it was getting urgent, the spell was invoked but not in full. If any person walked in a spoke a suggestion he'd be doomed! The word, or a phrase, yes he remebered a slang phrase for some strong man among men.
"YES, YES, HERACULI, DEUS, TRANSMUTO, ITALIAN ORO STALLIONERO, YES ME THE ITALIAN' STALLION!"
The silver cloud whirled brighter than before and Davis felt the sparkles flowing into his body. The strength of his bulging muscles made him take deep breaths. More and more took deep breaths and he felt it bring on more strength and felt those weak muscles blooming.
As the sparkles disappeared the cloud faded and Davis took one deep great breath. His plan was to yell the delight and announce his new form. Some of what he planned came true. As he went to scream the delight a deep throated whinnie of the Italian Heavy Draft horse he became issued into the air.
The whinnie echoed the halls of his apartment building sending students and Prof's into the halls. The stallion who was Davis stood with eyes wide in fear, and his intelligence pondering what he said wrong.
(P.S. The Italian Heavy Draft was originally developed during the second half of the last century. A cross bred from Belgium mares and Boulonnias stallions the result offered the world a compact breed, a fine head, although somewhat coarse of limbs. A willing worker, kind in nature, extremely energetic when mounting as a stallion.)
Davis looked to where he was sitting and a small scrap of paper laid on the seat. He cocked his head and read it well, then feeling foolish for his hasty words he snorted and the paper drifted to land upside down on the floor.
On the backside was a smaller note, "I Deswhosiate, guardian of the Book hereby grant such a foolish man the strong and hardy from he wanted. Oh worry not Sir, but a life of equine social enjoyment is ahead, so to the slaughter, enjoy!"
In his changing mind the only expression he could muster was,
Aw, shit!