It took us about 30 minutes and a little detour to reach the carnival. Since when did we have a carnival in town? I don't remember seeing a single flyer or ad for weeks and this idiot has been there for at least two Fridays straight. The idiot's name is Evan, by the way. He's one year older and from the same college as me.
I guess he really, really wants me here as he even paid for my ticket. We enter one of the tents, there are almost no seats left, but the attraction has not started yet. We squeeze ourselves through and find a spot near the edge.
As we wait for it to start, I can't stop myself thinking. Am I really the smallest guy in college? I guess I am short, but… There are probably taller, but lankier guys than me, right? Fuck, maybe not. I guess that idiot is right. I am small and weak, but that is going to change now, right?
I look at the stage, at the blinking lights. What do I want? If I can get any body I want, then what do I want? Become shredded and lean like the other jocks? That's nice, I guess, but that's… boring? It's like all the jocks are identical. I don't want to be identical. I don't want to be a jock. Mmh, well, first of all, I want to be taller. 6 feet, yep. Or… I can be any height, right? Why stop at 6 feet, let's… go… 6’6”. Oh, that's nice. Fucking tall right, I'll be looming over anyone. Man, that'll be amazing, but why stop at 6’6”. Fuck it, let's go all the way up to 7. 7 whole fucking feet, yeah! I'll be the tallest guy in the world. Oh, and then I want to be big. Thick and bulky. Lean and athletic like a jock? Nah, that's too skinny for me. I want to be a 7 foot tall bodybuilder. No, a bodybuilder on an off-season bulk! Shit ton of muscle and a layer of fat. Who needs abs or definition, when I'll be not only the tallest, but also the widest and thickest motherfucker out there. My legs will be bigger than an average guy's torso. My shoulders will be wider than any door frame, my arms will be able to lift anything, my hand will crush anything, smash anything. And I'll have a cock to fit. Thick and girthy, full of veins, with breeder balls. And if I'm not going to have chiseled muscles, then I want to be hairy. I want all those globes of muscle covered in hair, like a real man. Fucking. Perfect.
In my daydreaming, I've lost track of time and didn't notice the show starting. I also didn't notice my jeans being tight in the crotch from a boner. I've managed to get hard from just thinking about myself in my massive future body.
Anyway, there she is, finally on her stage, already with a participant from the audience. It's a guy, definitely older than me, but not by too much, neither fat, nor muscular, just plain ordinary. He wishes to be transformed into a mythical beast and Madame obeys. A light, red mist engulfs him. His body starts twitching, when a sudden jolt of pain hits him, and he crumples onto the floor. His body bulges and swells rapidly, tearing through his clothes, while simultaneously being covered in a carpet of black hair. Everywhere. The guy isn't just growing stronger and hairier… He's turning into a… werewolf? What!? She can do that too?
Fuck, this is a whole ‘nother can of worms. I didn't even think about turning into an animal! Well, not that I've ever wanted to be an animal before, but the sheer possibility is so enticing. I just don't know what to think!
In the meantime, the guy on stage completes his transformation into a hulking, furry beast. Another guy from the audience walks up the stage. Madame's apprentice passes him a very large spiked collar and a leash.
Fuck, that's hot. My cock is harder than ever now. I don't think I've ever been so horny before. I'm so erect, it hurts! If the show goes on like this, I'm gonna cum my pants without even touching my dick once!
The show continues. One after another new people step onto the stage to get transformed. Little boys turn into massive hulks, old guys turn into girls, friends get joined together in one body. Transformations vary from one another, some hitting me less or not hitting at all, but, for sure, the ones that revolve around muscle feel so stupidly hot, that my dick is basically being edged for hours. With each new act my enthusiasm grows, but… Evan's seemed to falter. The show started with him almost jumping out of his seat anytime Madame chose the next victim, but as it went on, she kept skipping him almost intentionally. I definitely saw her gaze pass our table multiple times, yet she just ignored us. Disappointing, but I stayed strong. I want it myself now. By the end, Evan gave up and stopped raising his hand altogether, but I didn't. I want to be transformed even more than when I just started thinking about my new massive body.