Madam Illusia was laughing so hard as she then stopped herself and said to Tyler with a smile on her face that she then spun the wheel again. "oh no Tyler, we are just getting started. Next up we are going to change your...."
"Entire body! One that'll support your new wolf cock and massive bull balls. Then we'll select someone else to join you, perhaps as your mate once you have the body of a ..." and glancing at the slowly spinning wheel, Madam Illusia announced the results to the cheering audience. "Zebra! Oh that's going to be perfect for you, Tyler! You'll be my greatest new beastly attraction. I'll give you a new stage name, too, like, 'The Great Bulfzeb,' or no ... better yet, I'll promote you as 'The Beastboy!' Are you ready, Tyler?"
"No, please," Tyler groaned, his dark red wolf cock growing harder, its sharply pointed lupine tip sliding out of its sheath dripping thick chunky gobs of the smelly yellow bull semen on the stage floor between his legs. "Not that, please stop! I ... I'm not ready. Please don't do this!"
Tyler's shoulders and spine cracked so loudly Madam Illusia's audience gasped as Tyler doubled over at the waist, forcing him to lean forward onto both hands as his arms began to thin and extend downwards with another series of bone-cracking bony shifts and changes in his shoulders. Within seconds, Tyler's neck stretched outwards from the repositioned shoulders and arms that were clearly turning into the front limbs of an equine, tiny black and white barbs of hair sprouting from his altering flesh as they created the distinctive stripes of a Plain's zebra.
Tyler's abdomen, once ripped with the noticeable muscle and 6-pack of a muscular 19-year-old jock, grew larger and rounder as it suddenly lengthened and bloated, stretching muscles into the muscles of the juvenile zebra he was becoming. Tyler cried out as his fingers fused together, fingernails blackening as the bones in his wrists cracked and his hands became the front hooves of a zebra. Short black and white strands of hair covered his arms and legs quickly, forming their unique striped patterns as a dirtier black stripe raced upwards along the center of his rounded striped abdomen. Tyler's stiffening wolf cock was also growing rapidly longer, and harder. Its lengthy shaft was already now 10-inches long. But it soon reached 12-inches long, and then it was over 14-inches long, stretching the shinier and far slicker blackened bull sheath even more as 4 more inches were added to his now massive 18-inch lupine red rocket.
The black bullish sheath only covered half of his rigid penis, and within seconds, Tyler's thickened yellowish bull semen was leaking out of the huge pointy wolf tip with the nasty-smelling clumps of lumpy bull sperm being overproduced by his 4 bullishly bloated bull testicles.
Unable to prevent the arousal his altering body and testosterone had created, Tyler lost complete control as his own new libido delivered wave after wave of animalistic pleasures into his transforming brain as it embraced the mindset of an alpha juvenile male zebra.
Tyler's mind was still human, although it'd turned into the brain of a common zebra, gaining a male zebra's same instincts and the far more simplistic animal thoughts and intelligence within its altered consciousness. It was Madam Illusia's magic that'd both retained and preserved Tyler's own human knowledge within his new zebra brain to keep the human jock's prior memories and intellect intact with just a limited path of human awareness.
Madam Illusia's magic hadn't replaced his mind completely, it simply altered it into a zebra brain. That change rarely failed, she had learned from countless other changes and human tamperings she'd done over the years. But Madam Illusia needed her main human-turned-animal attractions to retain most memories and human intelligence in them just enough to attract the large crowds to witness the smart 'creatures' she'd presented at her shows.
Otherwise, they'd recall their human past and become more aware of their permanent animalistic transformation and body as their human brain's own thoughts were suddenly repressed, forced to experience and feel an animal's wild instinct and natural response to every stimuli it received. Even breathing, walking, or simply consciousness may force their animal senses to control every reaction and motion within their own body as if the human interactions were too confused or frightening to its animal brainstem, forcing it to maintain full control of each new foreign concept the human's brain was unleashing within its own simplistic, instinct-driven animal intelligence.
Most early creature's she'd created had extra buffers and more human awareness than the wild animal awareness she had turned her latest human's with, learning through slight tweaks that just a trace of human awareness gave them enough humility and humanity within each beast to make these animal bred creations, strangely, more human. Her early test subjects, more of an animal mindset than the human's own mindset due to that increased human awareness she'd let become 'fully' human aware with, within an animal's brain, were now running wild through many country's Animal Reserve her relatives maintained. Culled every so often to keep their population of feral 'human' animals in a well-balanced, manageable herd, flock, colony, murder, swarm, litter, school, drove, and an endless list of other terms and distinctions given to the groups she'd created in various numbers and types, Madam Illusia rarely revisited those remote locations after dispensing the more feral human-beasts inside one.
Instead, Madam Illusia toured more countries with her circus caravan with the hopes to some day perfect the full human-to-animal conversions she'd been giving countless 'performances' without government, medical, or even human interference to stop her magic shows.
Fortunately, each chosen audience member was left without their human language skills, or the physical ability to speak as a human once their human skull was transformed into the specified animal skull her magical Wheel of Change had selected, or so it appeared to select, to those in attendance.
In reality, even the spinning wheel was part of Madam Illusia's magic, preselected and predetermined to 'land' on specific choices chosen with each participant. Their 'chance' or change, wasn't just a random outcome, though it appeared to be entirely 'by chance' to those watching the performances.
And although many human's she'd changed tried to communicate or speak to the humans at her shows, none of them were successful. They lacked their prior human voice, and the anatomical components needed for human speech.
Instead, each of her animal formed attractions had been fully integrated with the ability to only communicate in their own newly adopted animal's form of language, restricting them to the same distinct noises and sounds that each animal communicated with and used.
For this latest human prize, Tyler's communication would soon become limited to simple barks, brays, and snorts through the enlarged equine nostrils, mouth and zebra snout he was about to gain.
And Tyler's skull was just beginning to change with it's bone-cracking, permanent transformation.
Tyler attempted to scream 'help,' but the massive bone-cracking crunch that sounded as the top half of his skull pushed inwards and lengthened as his nostrils, mouth and face extended outwards into an equine snout, turned his cry into a gurgling zebra-like bray.
Tyler's teeth enlarged so rapidly into the scummy blunted yellowed teeth of a zebra, his plea was a barking snort as his elongating mouth and blackened nose jutted forward, pulling both enlarging eyes to the sides of his skull. The light brown strands of hair on his lengthening head suddenly reformed into thick black and white spikes of a mohawk that rose up between both enlarging pelted, cone-shaped pointed ears. Oily spikes of intermittent black and white barbs of hair grew from his scalp even faster, becoming a zebra's densely spiked mane that'd lengthened down Tyler's neck and his back, growing into its tufted spiky form down between his shoulders. A black and white zebra tail extended outward 3-feet above Tyler's beefy hind quarters, his rectum pushing out a ring of puckered black flesh as it formed a zebra's anus. Tiny black and white barbs of hair even coated and tufted Tyler's ears as lengthy jet-black eyelashes formed around his enlarged black equine eyes.
Tyler let out a sudden breathy snort of arousal, his massive red wolf penis slapping against his muscular striped abdomen as thick yellow bull semen squirted out of his painfully flexed shaft.
"Oh shit," Tyler thought as a barrage of cum spurting ropes pumped from his engorged red rocket. "This feels so horny I-I can't stop! Oh Christ! What a rush! I ... I almost like this! Fuck ... I wish I had a mate!"
And Madam Illusia's cackling laugh revealed she'd expected exactly what he'd thought, walking out to the front of the stage to announce her next act.
Madam Illusia said, "Let me ask all of you, my friends. Is there anyone here who wishes to be like the big stud I've created? You can all see the arousal he's now feeling. Think of the pleasures he must be feeling to squirt out his load like that. Is someone brave enough to spin the Wheel of Change to be like him? Would anybody here enjoy that same lust, or do I need to force one of you to become an equally perfect mate for Beastboy?"
Numerous voices shouted through the gathered crowd, fingers pointing, "Pick her!" "That one would make a great zebra mare for the boy!" "No! Force the guy in the pink T-shirt up front to be that zebra kid's new mare! Take that loud mouth blonde surfer kid, or pick one in their rowdy group! They think this is all a trick, and they're not even wearing shirts in here!" "Force that little girl's father over there to become his mate! No, pick that little girl, instead! She shouldn't even be here!"
Madam Illusia glanced at the suggested humans, chuckling from all the possibilities being presented.
The shirtless young blonde surfer standing up in front of the collegiate boys where Tyler had been selected from continued to shout his choice above the din of the crowd, pointing his finger downwards at the younger redheaded teenager sitting beside him. The redhead tried sheepishly hiding his heavily freckled face from her. Their odd group looked to be in some sort of local LGBT youth surfing group, likely from the beach just outside their tent she judged from their dark bronze tans and shirtless, nearly naked appearance.
"You!" Madam Illusia shouted, motioning her son Stephan to approach the one she'd chosen. "Oh, I'm sure you will soon make Tyler the perfect new mate, little man. But let's use the Wheel of Change to see the changes you'll be getting. You see, Tyler's mate can only be a perfect mate if he's turned into something like him! And you will be, little one, because you are clearly more annoying than the other's in your rowdy group! And the nerve you've displayed here, attending my show without even having a shirt on! Well now, ladies and gentlemen, Madam Illusia has chosen one of your suggestions to become Tyler's mate! Ah, but you'll not be turned into his zebra mare, my dear. No. Tyler will be making you his male mate once the wheel's decided the necessary changes. Both of you will be quite an arousing spectacle to see at my future shows, mating night after night for all to watch two wild beast's display of pure animal desire!"
"This one?" Stephan questioned, grabbing the ...