Slurping his thick calf lips Davis had no choice but to let Lysaila do her evil will on him. The stench of cow dung filled the air as the cow stood hock deep in mire about the water trough.
All of Davis' human will had been purged. Now both inwardly and even his outward actions were those of a gamboling calf. Clumbsey leaps and bounds Davis played about the cow his instincts told him was Mama.
Lysaila was enjoying the trials she placed Davis through. Standing nearby she watched and laughed at the puny human mind captured in a bovine body.
All this time back at Professor Davis apartment Lysaila's thousand page contract was being studied well by an exsatyress.
Time passed quickly for Davis as he grew in size of the focal plain which Lysaila kept him tied to in body and soul. The Demoness was to say the least enjoying Davis' predicament.
Minutes were as hours, hours as if weeks, Davis grew to be a bold and sturdy calf. His horn buds sprouting, two large balls swung in a low hanging sack down to strong hocks. The maleness of a mature bull was not far off as Lysaila planned his final fate in a deadly bull fight, yet to come.