In just minutes after he drank the elixir, as Circe smiled, he grimaced. Seeing was to realize and believe, as his nose and mouth merged, to become the snout similar to a pig. His skin changed as waves upon waves of sprouting bristles became his pelt; as did he grow cloven hoofs replacing both fingers and his toes. He screamed, as begged for mercy when a pig's tail did erupt from the tip-end of his changing spine. He knew his fate, and shoved out a door to entering a sty, he lost all he wore, as forgot of any thought to decency.