The exceeding warmth of the potion burned into Professor Davis' skin.
Groaning, twisting at his bonds Davis knew this torture had freed the eleven from Lysaila's evil desire. Thoughts of how his life had special meaning as he lay there giving up all for to save others from such a fate as his.
"Thinking? I expect you like the other before is having thoughts of being the saviour of those eleven young people! Worry not dear Davis, they have not seen the last of me and my friends. Each as you yourself will be tempted and most shall fall into my traps." said Lysaila with a smile.
"Your Contract!' said Davis as he whenced.
"That, huh, a formality but nothing this Demoness could not sidestep and work her merry way around. Look here the beginning of small black hairs. These are not glamoured hairs but true growth. See here your skin beginning to be a hide, tough, black and soon covered in thick black hairs. I'm sure you shall find your purpose in life very, very soon!" Lysaila said as she dipped her laddle into the pot for a forth time.
Tilting his head up as best he could, a man stretched out and tied on four directions. A glimpse of those black hairs growing from his belly button gave him a shiver of fear.
Lysaila talked on as for the hours to come and pass she worked her evil desire.
"My dear Davis you are becoming what I would say is one of the best changed humans. You for one were willing to be changed! You thought you had purpose in saving those eleven, huh, but soon your attentions will be more basic, you'll see!" explained Lysaila.
Sometime during the ordeal Lysaila had released Davis' tethers as his arms became legs and leg grew in strength. Breathing deep breaths Davis felt both tired and renewed strength as if he'd become very young again.
A sigh as he exhaled rattled out his nostrils with the roar of strong lungs. A funny grin came over his lips in strange satisfaction over what new and strong feelings he was enjoying.
"I'm gratified that you dear Davis find the change a welcomed one! In a few more laddles you will be allowed to stand up and begin the true joy which you paid the ultimate price." dared Lysaila to her new victim.
As minutes passed Davis was then urged to roll off the bed and stand up to take his place in a world of Lysaila's plucking.
Twisting his head Davis tried to oggle a gaze up at the demonic satyress. As his head twisted up the nostrils drank in the scent of a satyress' soaking moist pussy. A smell he's noted before by as he stood there his humanity all but a faint memory, and this scent one which reminded him of wild times.
Reaching forward Davis' pink tongue reached out as far as it could. A tickling slurp of his tongue ran the slit in Lysaila's hairy crotch. The giggle of her satisfied thrill made Davis take a half step closer for another tasty treat.
"NO, no my dearest, I am not for your pleasure anymore! You the Professor has graduated once more, you have passed from the small foolish man you were to a true beast. Even as you stand feeling the primal passions and scents your humanity slips away bit by bit. Oh your memory of what you were will always be there, I want you to know right up to the very end of life who and what you are! Oh but those drives, passions, lust, black deep seeded lust will drive you to do things no human ever might have thought reasonable." chidded Lysaila.
Davis drew a breath and started to exclaim his human thoughts only to be cut short as his ragged bellowing sounds made little sense even to him.
Again he drew a breath and tried to speak his mind to this creature from Hell. As the sound echoed about Davis' spirits sank and head drooped low.
Lysaila crouched down in front of her victim, "Tried and failed twice! Let that be your first lesson in speaking your bovine way."
A snorting "HUH!" roared out of Davis.
"Yes dear, a satyr and buck goat you showed me your meek manners, but I need not place such as you with goats! You are of a different breed, all so sure of yourself when on your own stamping ground, a true bull. So I have granted you an experiance given to few, a young Spanish male calf are you now. A calf to grow over the next four seasons to a mature male bovine. A year after that you will be a mature bull. Mature, well in body mature and ready to hump what cows walk near. Trained shall you be for one short round in the Mexican bull fights, there at the age of three shall you find your fate. I will leave you on a rancheo to be their El'Fiercaco the bull!" told Lysaila.
A snap of her fingers and the room vanished, a dry grassy plain stretched out beyond Davis' view. The lowing of cattle and a sudden urge to turn moved his body. As lips reached out they grasp at large teats and welcomed the warm milk of his cow mother.
Drinking his first meal Davis still was able to think about where he was and the lowering of his historic values. A Professor of history now standing as a calf and animal sucking the teat and knowing his life to be very short, what kind of joy is this?