The blur of time travel as Madame and her nephew Stephen and transformed girl made boy to keep her in line and willing to do the witches unholy will.
2100, 2050, the time began to slow 2014, it slowed now even faster as Madame worried she'd be lost in the uncharted corridors of time was suddenly thrilled.
The clock of passing time at last stopped, 2005 March 29 at 4:00 pm in the afternoon. A thud and Stephen too fell into her slot of time. A look around she was in a large city with tall towers built of glass and stone. The roar of traffic, horns sounding, and an overhead train rumbles past.
Stephen looks about in horror knowing that her life will again become one filled with the dealings of being around those cursed and bewitched by Madame Illusia.
The light changes and cars, trucks, and buses alike come to a halt. Madame being bold walks out between the cars looking for the right one to intimidate.
"I want to ride in your vehicle!" demanded Madame of me, Stan Lestor.
Fearing she was nuttier than a fruitcake I bade her to fuck off. If there be a thing one should never do its to insult a witch using bad slang language.
"Dare to insult Madame!" she seemingly announced to all sitting there and around.
Sorry to say as a Fire truck held the intersection I was forced to remain where I was and in sight and sound of the old hag.
"Stephen, attend me!" commanded Madame.
Walking to stand beside her unholy aunt Stephen suggested I be nice. A possible thought now that this one thinks about it, yet right then it seemed just perfect to give them both a little knowledge of my century.
"Hag and stupid kid together being gutsey in Chicago! Look doll I work here and live in the outer suburbs. Traffic and having to put up with kooks like you two demanding free rides is not my cup of tea. Ain't nobody getting me for a free ride!" said I then.
"Hag, stupid kid, doll, in my day young man you would be giving free rides in the petting zoo of our largest amusement park!" says Madame as she fumbles in her large deep pockets.
The light turned green, the cars began to move, I saw the old lady's face drain of pride. Inching toward the light I bade them find there way but to get the fuck out of this street.
Her eyes blazed with fire as Stephen standing there beside her folded his arms one over the other. Madame Illusia brought out a black stick from her deep pocket. She pointed it at me making a less than courteous notation about me and learning to live and work in the suburbs.
A flip of the finger told my wishes for her.
A drive toward home that night which will for me go down as a night in hell. Driving the Dan Ryan to I-55 South bound was trouble enough. I was beeped at and made fun of the whole distance as if doing something more stupid than the other drivers.
Traffic jam after jam up I sat in the car as other drivers starred at me. A bottle of purified water was slowly making me need to empty a full bladder. The longer I sat there the worse it became till the dam was about to burst.
A fence, a clump of scrub trees and a short personal need for a little privacy. I opened the car door looked way up ahead seeing nothing but stalled cars and trucks. The trees were just a hundred yards away. I dashed for them as other honked and made wise cracks, they knew my problem!
I cleared the fence in record time and hustled to the center of that clump of small trees. Now things being what they were would have had me back in my car in a couple of minutes. Instead as my pecker came forth eyes went wide, mouth dropped open and some words boiled out of my stunned mouth.
Never had I seen a man or myself so well endowed! A head the size of a bottom end on a beer car exited the zipper. My religious trademark was gone replaced by a flattened head, flared with a flange. Fingers dug hard to pull the organ out from dress trousers not made to handle such a size of penis.
Urgent though it be the penis was soft not hard but being of such bulk that it quickly reminded me of one hanging below a race horse. Inch by inch came out its size was not quite that of a race horse but then were the words of that hag downtown. A pony, a stallion ponies' cock was what I had and somehow was now mine.
Again the urgency of a full bladder hit and hit hard as while looking down the river of yellow shot upward. A hot shower of my own urine splattered my face making me angry and foolish all at once. As finger unbuckled the belt expecting to tuck this monster back when done I was again surprised seeing new and more beastly sized balls.
"Not possible!" so I said to myself.
Not, but ture to the view as penis was now attached to a black leathery sheath attached to my lower abdomin. The simple touch of it gave me sensual shudders while those bigger balls ached for a sexual release. Hands now shaking as the sight of my new beastly parts made me scared and thrilled all to once.
The sounds of horns and roars of engines picking up speed announced the traffic jam was on the move again. My car now is in their way I had to pull up trousers, zip up and tuck what didn't belong in pants, into my pants.
A dash through the weeds and into my car as horns sounded and people yelled all kinds of nasty remarks.
Off down the highway my cock was getting erect again as the feeling of nervousness welled up wondering if more was even happening. it was the cars honked and people pointed at a man wear long furry ears, me!
Ogden road and an exit, I took it and moved off the highway and into suburban streets. As if driven by some raqdical force I did not know the car was heading North and not Southeast as I might. A sign ahead Tinley Park and the horse track, it suddenly was coming home to rooste.
I was cursed, the old hag had laid a spell on me and I was finding my inner needs and desires to be in the company of animals.