Myron stood to one side wishing that he'd not taken Simmons to his study. He wondered how the man would accept his ultimate transformation and whether he start tearing up the room, he like his cherry wood desk.
Simmons on the other hand had his attention totally drawn to the oddity of himself changing when he expected Professor Fuller to be at his mercy.
Standing stiffly bent over the beautiful cherry wood desk, Simmons hands were in the mode of change. He strained his head back and with eyes rolled up in their sockets he moaned of pains others had as he laughed while watching.
Now the Medallion glowed an orange red color as it's original purpose was to grant the desire and wish stated by the holder of it's metal self. Simmons had long forgot that in his use of it's powers. As his head thickened of bone and mass he was without a doubt feeling what others had felt.
"Brerrrrroaraa!" issued from Simmons mouth as his neck grew rounder and thick. Ears grew quickly out to be Bison shape as the woolen hairs of the mane filled in about the neck and shoulders. A shuddering shake rattled down the frame of his body as the change surged from head to rear.
Myron watched from the corner of the study. He winced as Simmons cloven hooves ground into the sleek finish of his lovely desk top. As the change was working Myron asked again and again to Simmon to stand down off that desk. The man becoming Bison cared little for the furniture, his mind was in a battle with the Medallions power, and was losing fast.
A rip and Simmons shirt and suit coat tore up the back and slipped down his now front legs to gather about the fore hooves and the desk.
Again Simmons tried to exclaim his inner thoughts only to give forth a true Bison like bellar. Try again and again his voice only to be met with the common response of what he was to become, a Bison bull.
Snap went the leather belt from the trousers which were under great strain about the growing hind quarters of a Bison. The buckle shot to the floor and bounced from the force. The leather strap parted and the trousers split up the crotch.
A now fully changed Bison head sat on swelled of mass shoulders made to hold the head as it should. Simmons turned and looked down and back as he felt the tickling feeling of his maleness on the move. As testicles swelled in size to equal grapefruits hung in a sack and covered with fur, his penis slithered forward to build a bovine sheath.
A shiver like goosebumps rattled down his frame and the growing Bison loowed in delight of the nice feelings going on below. A tuft of shaggy hair adorned the end of his black hide sheath. It was then that Myron gave a sigh of some relief when the growing Bison stepped down off his prize desk.
Tail swished as the final forming of it's hind legs offered light pains. Human feet lengthened as heels became hocks. Simmons stretched his body and stance out long as he could. The popping into place of bones and joints to fit the form. This made the manner of locomotion that as a four legged animal he was to walk and run set in stone to never change again.
Myron stood scared of the massive animal which inhabited his study. He stood flat against the corner and wall, eyes fixed on those growing horns atop the head of a once human professor. As if in understanding Myron's fear whether by sight or scent Simmon ambled close.
Lifting his heavy head as high as he could a thick pink tongue gave a friendly lick and kiss to Myrons folded hands.
"It was all I could do old friend to get you to wish and become as one of those you damned into beastly forms. I'm sorry for you!" said Myron in a scared and shaky voice.
The Bison shook it's great head as if to say, No!
"NO, no I'm not sorry, or no your sorry for all that's occurred?" asked the nervous Myron.
A friendly Bison bull walked to the door and nibbled at the door handle acting like he's wish to gone from that room. Myron inched along the wall till he stood aside the door. Reaching his hand ever so cautiously past the mouth of this standing bull, he turned the saliva slimed handle and opened the door.
One lumbering bull Bison walked into the hall just as Misses Fuller was coming down the hall from her hobby room. Needless to say she stopped and stared, but said nothing to her husband as he and his hairy friend headed for the front door.
Myron stood with the front door open and suggested to the buried human mind to look to the Killingsworth Ranch for a descent place to live. A bull nod's his head in agreement and walked out onto the lawn. Turning his head to look over the broad back he bellared a fair well to his friend.
Myron watched, still shaking, sweating, and thrilled to have his friend still think of him as a friend. The Bison stopped several times to graze a minute or two from the well sprinkled and fertilized lawn of the rich Professor Fuller. As the swaying rump of the Bison stopped by the country road side he lifted his tail and dropped the only gift he had for Myron.
Closing the front door he turned to face his dear wife who as one might expect had a host of questions.