Jeff's head spasmed as his neck muscles bulged in time with his pulse. His eyes closed. He started to gag and choke as his tongue grew thicker inside his mouth and nearly closed off his throat. His head let out a crispy snap as he whined a little and threw his hands to the front of his face. Jeff's teeth were growing, pulling painfully hard against the rest of his skull. He let out an inhuman scream.
Those left in the audience that perhaps thought the whole thing a part of Madame's stage act were at best disturbed by the boy's show, if not yet completely convinced and terrified of the woman's powers.
John reached near to Jeff as his entire frame began to creak and stretch underneath his clothing, attempting to snap off the boy's silver necklace to keep it from choking him, despite his increasingly violent spasms.
The brown hair had started to grow down Jeff's neck and cheeks, giving him a rugged, bearded look. Dirty sweat beads had begun to drip off his hairy chin. He shook uneasily, looking up at John and Walker. His breaths began to wheeze. Walker noticed his friend's ribcage expanding; his torso agonizingly stretching further from his hips.