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Day One

"Sage! Sage!" someone screamed.

I looked up from my herbs, glancing down the path. Two menwere quickly approaching: one pushing a wheelbarrow, the other lying in it with the shaft of an arrow sticking out of his chest. My own chest tightened, wondering briefly if war had broken out. I recognised the uniform as the guards from one of the local villages.I pushed myself up to my feet and dashed over. "What happened?" I asked, bending over to look at my latest patient.

Thankfully this wasn't the first of many drifting up from a battlefield, instead the two idiots had gotten drunk before going on patrol and there'd been an accident. Looking the injured guard over, I was kind of surprised he was still alive: by my reckoning, one of his lungs had been punctured, and he'd lost a lot of blood. "Stubborn as an ox, this one," I thought, running over to my cottage to start preparing a salve while the other guard wheeled my patient closer, and carried him inside.

The idea of the ox stuck with me as I grabbed some healing ingredients together: he'd need great constitution to recover, so along with the usual ingredients - ground dullroot to blunt the pain, sharpwine to maintain the addiction to life, flax tar to promote binding of the flesh - I got some oxen seed and mixed it in to aid his constitution. It all took a while to prepare, but the patient didn't die on me in the meantime, and while some of the excess water steamed off I went to work removing the arrowhead.

It was all grim and bloody work, but I managed to not kill him. "You best get out of here," I told his compatriot, "he'll have to wait here until he's fully recovered. He needs his rest, and he isn't going to get it with a big drunk lummox like you hanging about." I finally got rid of the mostly healthy guard - I gave him a bit of tonic to help sober him up - and went back to watching over his friend.

Day Three

My patient finally came to, at least for a moment. It was about time too: I was going stir-crazy being trapped in my shack, and there's only so many times you can reorganise your reagents. I got him to tell me his name - something his friend had neglected to mention - and I told Urwen that if he made sure to rest up, he should make a fairly decent recovery.

Hopefully he paid attention, because he passed out after that.

Day Seven

Urwen finally recovered enough to remain conscious throughout the whole day. It was easy to tell he was on the mend, because he had a mad hunger from not eating for a week. Thankfully, the villagehe'd served had finally gotten around to me in the meantime,sending someone to ask what I needed, so although he got close to eating me out of house and home, the supplies kept me going.

I was quite pleased the salve had worked out so well: the extra ingredient seemed to have aided a lot in his recovery. The only problem I had was supplies, but I managed to trade veterinary services with one of the local farmers for continual supply of oxen seed. Unfortunately, he made me collect it myself.

When my patient was discharged, I was going to have to ask for a lot of extra from the village.

Day Fourteen

Thankfully, my patient was well enough that he could leave on his own. Urwen's friend turned up - actually looking worse for wear than Urwen himself - to help escort him home. I gave him a list of what I needed in payment for playing doctor for two weeks, along with a couple of day's worth of salve for Urwen to use. I was glad to be seeing the back of them.

Day Seventeen

The next time I saw Urwen, he was the one pushing the wheelbarrow. This time, though, it was filled with the stuff I'd asked for in payment for keeping him alive.

He also had a bit extra: silver, which wasn't really all that useful for me, but it wouldn't go amiss the next time I ventured into the village. "I was wondering if you could make me more of that salve," he asked, "or something similar."

"You're not still hurt, are you?" I asked.

"Oh no," he assured me, "it's right as rain." I noticed a blush creeping up into his face, and despite myself the corners of my lips turned up. "It's just that, uh, something in it gave me a lot of energy."

I'd already figured that one out for myself: I'd noticed him getting erections from time to time when I was tending him, but I didn't have a baseline to know if it was normal or not. "Making you want to fuck more, does it?" I asked.

He laughed, and elaborated, "Yeah, it feels bigger when I'm hard, and I think the girls like it too. Anyway, I'll pay you for it. Uh, if I can at least. They don't pay us much, but I usually save a bit of money for whoring and I think that might help cut down on that."

I laughed, and took his payment, telling him to come back in a couple of days while I thought of a way of giving him more of what he wanted. Piles of gold danced in front of my eyes: if I got this right, I was likely going to be one of the richest sages in the world.

Day Twenty-Five

Urwen paid me another visit on his next day off, letting me know how well my new salve had worked. After all the stories he'd told me of some pretty wild nights, I started to wonder if maybe I should try out my own product. Not yet, though; at least, not without making sure there weren't any fatal mistakes. "Notice any side-effects?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he grunted, scratching himself. His clothes looked ill-fitting, and I wondered if maybe he needed to get rid of some fleas.

"Things that happen to you after you use the salve," I explained, "that, uh, aren't doing the intended job of keeping your little soldier soldiering on?"

"Well, it ain't so little any more," he bragged. "Everything's growing down there, and I think the rest of me might be as well."

I pursed my lips. Most guys wanted to be bigger, especially in the cock department, but I had an uncomfortable feeling in my gut. I got him to undress, having to reassure him multiple times that I was in no position to take advantage of him. "Are these your clothes?" I asked, watching as he scratched and adjusted himself.

"Yeah," Urwen grunted in response. "They're kind of tight though, so I might need to get them let out a little."

I'd seen him quite a bit during his convalescence: I really wanted to say that he seemed bigger, but it was hard to tell. He'd only been gone for a week or so, and had probably been recovering more weight than when he'd been here with me. Something still didn't sit well with me: his cock did seem bigger, but the shape also looked a little distorted. I snorted in annoyance, wishing I'd paid more attention to the rest of his body when he'd been my patient.

"How often have you been using the salve?" I asked.

Urwen looked shocked at the question. "Every night," he answered, grinning broadly. "In fact, if you have any more..."

I'd heard the jingling of coins when he'd taken off his clothes, so I knew he'd brought payment. My greed won out. "Yeah, sure," I agreed, "but I want you to come back next week and take your clothes off again for me, just in case I notice something happening to you. Come earlier if you notice anything else. You don't want your dick falling off."

I didn't think the last part was likely to happen, but I knew how to motivate a guy to come back to let me check up on his health. It was almost funny watching Urwen's face falling open.

Day Thirty-Three

When Urwen arrived, I could tell something wasn't right. As soon as I saw him coming up the path, I got up from my garden and told him to go into my shack and get undressed. This time I wasn't going to take any chances: I got out one of my candles and lit it, despite it being the early afternoon, and went over his body carefully.

He'd gotten hairier, and the colour seemed wrong: Urwen had black hair, but the heavier patches of hair on his body were interspersed with red hairs. His skin had gotten coarser too, though at least some of that was due to the massive amounts of scratching he'd done. His muscles had bulged out, and while the general patterns were right, going by my memory they weren't going to remain like that for a while. Checking his hands showed that, unlike his toenails, his fingernails were starting to darken. "Probably," I thought, "because that's what he's using to rub the salve onto his cock."

His shaft had undergone the largest change: gigantic and seemingly constantly erect, it barely looked human pushing up against his round, firm belly. Skin had grown between it and his chest; if that continued, it was going to permanently point up, even when not aroused. The head was far too pink.

His testes too were far too large to be normal. I'd remembered them being about the size of my fist when I'd seen them last week, but now each ball was about that size. Thankfully, his sack had grown to contain them.

"You need to stop using it," I warned him.

"Huh?" he grunted, scowling at me. He seemed to forget that he was naked, and stomped around the room. "What's bad about all of this? I'm bigger, stronger, and look at this fucking cock!"

"Yes, that's what it looks like at the moment," I tried to explain, "but I don't think this is the end. I think you'll change more, and-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence: Urwen's hands were around my throat, choking me. "Make more," he ordered, easily lifting my body off the ground.

I nodded weakly, and he relented. He continued to glare at me - still completely naked - as I made him a new batch. My mind spun: there had to be something I could do. I reached for another ingredient, but he quickly grasped my wrist, squeezing it tight. "Fuck," I thought, "he's seen me make it so many times, he probably knows how to make it himself."

"Please," I implored him, "let me at least weaken some of it, so the changes are more gradual. You'll still get the same results, but it'll just take longer."

On this point, at least, he seemed to relent. Breathing out heavily, the phantom feeling of his fingers still at my throat, I worked on diluting down the formula.

Day Thirty-Five

I had a gnawing pit in my stomach when I saw Urwen's friend coming up the path. Urwen had tried to force himself on a woman, only stopping because the guards on duty that night had heard her screams for help in time. It had taken five men to subdue him. I sighed, grabbing together some stuff for the more traditional healing salves to take with me before I left.

They had locked Urwen in a cell: they hadn't bothered to chain him up, as it had been hard enough to get him into the cell. By the time I got there, the wood had been splintered where he'd dashed himself against the heavy door.

I quickly looked inside the cell, hearing the scuffling as Urwen snorted up to the window. After a while, I managed to get him to calm down, and tell me what had happened. It was very apparent that the salve had started to affect his brain, because his answers were slow, and his speech muddled.

The dumb bastard had gotten it into his head to just use more of the salve after I had weakened it. I'd cut down on the addictive aspects of it by half, but he'd used the entire supply in one night. Even for his impressive girth, it had been too much, so he had rubbed it onto more of his body.

Since he'd been captured in the nude, I could easily see the effects. Urwen's cock was completely bestial by this stage, sitting in a heavy, thick sheath attached to his belly. Huge ox testes hung down between his legs, sitting awkwardly between his still mostly-human shaped thighs, although they were covered with the same heavy reddish pelt than ran over most of his body.

Other than his genitals, his hands were the most affected. They were barely recognisable as such: two swollen fingers appeared on each hand, the wrists elongated and the digits capped with hoof-like overgrown nails.

The salve's effects had spread further than just the skin, too. His face had blossomed out into a short bovine muzzle, the widened nose still covered in human skin, but judging by the rest of him, not for much longer. Large teeth bulged out of his jaws, and a long, heavy tongue licked his dry, oversized lips. Blood ran down the sides of his head from where two short horns had burst out, threatening to grow longer and heavier. There was even a hint of the dull bovine stare in his eyes.

On my urging, I had Urwen turn around, giving me a good look at the short, ropey tail arching over his buttocks. Checking his toes, I noticed their nails had changed as well. He lumbered about awkwardly now; I guessed it was because his body was getting to the stage where being on all fours would have been more comfortable.

I spoke with the captain of the guard, and the local baron: they were both quite furious, although after I showed them the heavy bruises still on my neck, they eventually realised I had tried my best to prevent this from escalating.

"Is there any way to cure him?" the captain asked.

I shook my head, replying, "I just don't know."

Day Thirty-Six

Early in the morning, under the cover of darkness, I travelled home with Urwen, chained and held by guards. I arranged with the captain and the baron to be in charge of him, and to try to help him as best I could.

It took a little bit of convincing to get him to stay, but I managed it by promising him a chance to bed some females in a few days. Urwen probably had never been a great intellect, but now he seemed almost child-like, if it weren't for his size and his massive hunger for sex.

I prepared a stronger version of the salve, this time designed to be drunk, and added it to his meal. He was constantly hungry, and after a few attempts I figured out why: his insides had changed, and now he could only stomach grasses and leaves.

The rest of the day, I watched his progress. Urwen continued to grow as he grazed, originally on his hands and knees, slowly moving onto his new hooves as they fully developed, the musculature in his legs shifting. He barely had time to talk to me, and by around midday I stopped trying to converse with him, when all he could do was bellow.

By the evening, he was a comfortable quadruped. His horns had pushed out, and his head had begun more of its more major reformations that hadn't happened with the completion of his muzzle. I'd seen quite a few oxen over the years, and I comforted myself with the fact that he seemed incredibly healthy.

I distracted him with a sweet treat, and put a heavy rope over his head, before retiring to bed.

Day Thirty-Seven

I woke up, and the deed had been done: when I called out Urwen's name, the beast did not respond in any way. He was too preoccupied with eating to pay attention to what I guessed were meaningless noises from a human. Approaching cautiously, I quickly gave him an inspection: whatever I had managed to create with my salve, it certainly made for incredible studs. I had never seen a better beast than this one.

Leading him carefully down the path, I spent the morning travelling with him to the farm where I had obtained the oxen seed. The farmer was quite pleased, stating that I could come and get seed from him any time that I wanted. I nodded absent-mindedly, before returning home.

Day Fifty-Four

The walk back home had been very pleasant: I had several jars full of oxen seed, and my supplier raved about what a fine stud I had provided for him. I even managed to catch a glimpse of him performing his duties, and from what I can tell he seemed quite content in his new life.

Coming across a small band of strangers on my return soured my mood. "I heard you have a salve that can turn a man into a beast," the most slender and finely-dressed of the men inquired. When I remained stoic, he threw a bag of money towards me, and explained, "There is someone we would like to have disappeared, without leaving a discoverable corpse, and we'd prefer to do it without bloodshed."

I cursed to myself: no doubt someone in the village had let it slip. How anyone believed such a wild story was beyond my understanding, as I barely believed it and I was the chief witness. I looked at the bag, which had landed at my feet. The bag was quite full, and the golden glint was unmistakeable.

"Did you have a particular animal in mind?" I asked.