Damon kicked off his shoes because they were beginning to feel tight. He tried to take his socks off, too, but he had just slid the right one off when the left one ripped open. He marveled at the long, rail-like appendages his feet were becoming. Far away, at the ends of them, he could see claws forming. Damon could wait to find out how far he could jump on feet like these!
His ears began to flick this way and that, and he reached up to find tall, oval arches where his ears had been. He was going to be a kangaroo! He could even feel his tail starting to form, punching into the seat of his pants as it tried to grow wider and longer.
Then a shout came from behind him. He automatically jerked his ears around to collect the voice of his step-father behind him, and flattened his ears when he realized he'd been caught.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" the yelling was like a megaphone in Damon's sensitive new ears.
"Calm yourself and watch your language, new-comer, and you might witness a wonder of magic to inspire your soul," said Circe.
"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, WHORE! WHAT IS MY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING STEPSON DOING IN HERE WITH KANGAROO EARS AND GIANT FEET?"
"He was my guest, and he has agreed to become my pet. You would seem to be the belligerent caretaker he wished to be free from."
"YOU THROW AROUND ALOTTA BIG WORDS FOR A SENILE OLD HUSSY! THE BOY GOES BACK WITH ME, AND YOU BETTER TAKE OFF WHATEVER THE HELL KINDA DAMN COSTUME YOU LET HIM PUT ON! IT'S HARD ENUF TO GET MY WIMPY-ASS DWEEB OF A STEPSON TO MAN UP WITHOUT THIS FUCKIN' FANTASY-LAND BULLSHIT!"
"Mr. Step-father, I have informed you once that I do not take kindly to such tirades in my palace. No one leaves my land the way the came, but some are lucky enough to spend a pleasant evening with me, or even choose a pleasant form for themselves like your son has. But since you insist on making such a pest of yourself, allow me to finish the job."
Damon's step-father blinked, and suddenly everything was huge. The rich woman and his half-kangaroo son towered over him like skyscrapers. He blinked again and shook his head, trying to understand how they could be that big--or how he could be that small.
"Shit, I'ma have to lay off the lagers again," he commented, much to quietly for anyone to understand him.
FLOOF! -- New hair sort of burst forth from his body, fluffying out all around him before he could even make sense of what was really going on. He gasped and patted himself down. He tried tearing some of the shaggy fur off him, but it hurt too much to do so. His nose and ears started to twitch, and then his whole face was yanked forward by some unseen force! Longer, sparser hairs sprouted from his pointy snout and probed around beside him, while his ears felt strangely puffy. At last, the shrunken man was shoved down onto his belly by the force of something launching from behind him. He squeaked when the full length of it flopped down onto the cold stone floor. He looked back and saw a bare-skinned snake stretched out so far behind him that it took a third glance to the end. But he could he could feel it all back there, still attached to him, still under his control. He curled the thing around until the tip was in front of his face, stunned that it was longer than he was.
The giant, hairless tail helped clarify what must have happened, and so did the endlessly twitching whiskers that were brushing against the unseemly appendage. The former human bounded for a large hole in the unfathomably large wall and ducked for cover, hoping to hide himself from this woman and her giant lair. Damon's step-father was now a lowly rat.