"Hey! Lemme the hell go, dude," shouted 16-year-old Luke Fuller, trying to escape Stephan's grasp. "Take this kid here, bra'. Rusty's been talkin' smack about seein' this freakshow since you set up here! Tell 'em, Rusty! Tell her it was your dumb idea messin' with their tents last night, and then crashin' here cause it was you who wanted us to sneak in to see some narly freaks, dude."
"Silence!" Madam Illusia demanded, pointing a long fingernail at the crude but cute little bleached blonde! He was clearly one of the young teen surfer boys she'd heard about from her frightened workers. They'd described quite a few of these troublemakers from the beach when they'd been setting up the tents, and she'd had enough of their unpleasant and rowdy behavior during her show. "Bring that young hooligan up here on the stage, Stephan. We're going to have to do something about your rude little surfer group, starting with you! So, your surf group thinks my powerful magic is just a trick, I hear. Tell me, does the big red lupine penis on him look like it's a trick to your eyes, my dear boy? Do you not smell those overpowering ripe smells of the zebra he's become? Go on! Take a real close lookie-look at his slick wolf cock! That's right, Stephan, let him get a close look!"
Luke violently struggled to pull away from the freakishly strong helper, Stephan, the crazy witch lady had called him. But Stephan was much stronger than he looked as he pushed and pulled Luke toward the beast. Lead closer to the freakishly strange creature, Luke saw the beast's giant red penis was in fact just like a canine's pointy red rocket, complete with enlarged knotted growths bulging out the black bull sheath near the bottom of the canine's rigid organ. Luke had seen his own champion German Shepherd stud's bloated knots, mating knots his Dad explained their function and purpose years earlier, before he'd run away at only 13-years-old from his own abusive family's failing pineapple plantation in Hawaii.
But this creature's concealed knots appeared much larger and far more numerous than the German Shepherd's band of bumpy knots used to help tie a female bitch to the stud's impaled cock during mating.
And as Stephan's grip tightened around his neck, forcing his face even closer to the zebra beast's lupine spike, Luke shuddered from the foul stink coming from the creature's inhuman genitals. There was nothing fake, or some trick of the lighting like Rusty kept yelling it was during the witch lady's performance. The rank odors pouring off the beast's striped hide and equine positioned genitals smelled disgusting, almost as strong and unpleasantly horrible as the stench of the lumpy yellow cum it was still discharging from its massive canine cock, and double set of enormously large, low-hanging weighty bull balls.
"Let's start with your own set of balls, shall we?" Madam Illusia announced, spinning the wheel forcefully. "Ah, but first, we'll need your shorts off that suntanned little body so we can see what we're starting with. Remove those for us, little man! Do hurry now, Luke. The wheel can't wait on slowpokes, now can it?"
Luke gasped, compelled to quickly pull off his shorts and face the audience, exposing his own genitals. Try as he might, Luke couldn't resist her commands, and tossed aside his snug briefs along with the ragged board shorts he'd been wearing. He turned toward the gathered crowd's cheering applause in helpless obedience.
Madam Illusia shouted, "What beastly animal testicles do you all think this little surfer stud should have with such a tiny little cock and that invisible patch of pubic hair?"
Jeering taunts shouted out from the audience, stating a variety of animal types as the wheel continued to slow down to choose the type of testicles the surfer teen would be gaining. "How about an elephant's big balls?" "A little gerbil set would suit that tiny little cock much better! "Give him a dragonfly's pair of gonads." "That tiny sack looks like any insect set of nads would be bigger!" "He needs to get a double pair of bull balls, just like that one got!" "No! Give the little punk six huge canine balls, instead of only four!" "He should have to get a sperm whale's cock and balls! Or a hammerhead shark! Some ocean creature's balls, I say!" "Let him pick some other animal balls himself!" "Tarantula! Tarantula! Tarantula!"
"We have the winner!" Madam Illusia exclaimed, glancing at the 'choice' the wheel landed on. "Luke will become extremely horny once he's got the type of testicles my Wheel of Change indicates he'll soon be sporting!"
And as the audience suddenly quieted, glancing at the wheel's choice, they wondered what type of animal balls her young participant was about to have.
The Wheel of Change revealed ...