As Mike looked into what was almost a mirror and maybe a television he saw a arm reach in and pain swelled in his nose.
"Ouch!' screamed Mike as the red hot ring seared into his flesh.
The screan fluttered and Mike watched in wide eyed terror as his face darkened and bulged.
"Brass is for Bovine, and a fine choice for such a big fellow as you!" said the Shopkeeper.
Mike strained for release as the hand reached in again and a even hotter pain surged up his naked pecker. Moans and groans followed as pain topped other pains till Mike looked again into the screen.
A large very bovine bull head and face looked back at him. The lips moved as Mike tried to speak. Shaking his head in agony the bull in the screen did the same. A deep throaty cry came roaring out as one loud bovine bull's call for help.
The brass ring glowed less as a pair of hands reached into the booth and with a funny tool snapped on a yellow ear tag to Mikes left ear.
A lusty erection of massive feeling made Mike's will bend as he watched in horror and utter helplessness as bovine took over his humanity.
Thunk, clunk, and slam, bang the machine let loose of Mike's wrists, ankles, and pecker.
Standing up and out of his confined booth a new feeling of massive strength makes Mike almost smile, if he could! The Shopkeeper looks over Mike as if he was soon to be a part in part of an auction. The raw feelings of bovine nature prevails over Mike and he longs for open fields and the sweet smells his instinct says lives there.