“Now! Who wants to be next? Hmm, uh-huh, uhm… Oh! My apprentice over here is telling me that we've got time for only one more teeny-tiny transformation.”
Madame gazes over the audience, which seemed to have only grown since the start of the show, despite losing quite a few members, thanks to their transformations. Evan is still next to me, completely despaired, staring into the void, but I still raise my hand. Instantly Madame's gaze turns to me, staring into my soul.
“You, ginger boy in a checkered shirt!”
I look around in disbelief, seeking any other gingers in checkered shirts.
“You, yes you. Get yourself and your friend over here.” Madame commands.
I jump out of my seat and pull Evan by his arm, rushing towards the stage through the crowd. Finally! The time has come. I don't even care that I have a full-on boner in my jeans. Nothing else matters anymore.
“So, Evan, my boy, do you think I forgot about you?” Madame asks.
“No, no, I swear! Madame, please!”
“Well, I think you do. Perhaps I should punish you?” she turns towards the audience, which in unison cheers for the punishment. “But I'm nice today. Besides, your friend here wants what you've promised him even more than you do, right?”
I nod.
“Well, dear guests, does this boy here look weak and scrawny to you?” Madame calls to her audience again and receives a positive response. “Evan, I didn't think you'd be so thorough in your search, but this is indeed one of the smallest and weakest boys I've ever seen! Good job.”
“I did my best.” says Evan shyly.
“Oh, don't be shy, I'm congratulating you! Anyway, I hope you are ready, because we begin!”
Madame thrusts her hands towards us, sparks flying off her fingernails, as a dense green fog surrounds us, making it impossible to see anything or to be seen by anyone. I take a few breaths. The fog is powdery and chalky, making my throat itch and I start coughing. I hear Evan next to me coughing as well. Then a sharp pain hits me in the stomach. I wrap my arms around it, but it is so strong that I have no power to resist. I crunch in half, falling onto my knees in pain. Soon the pain spreads out of my stomach and into my chest and groin, then my legs, my arms and finally my head. My whole body is convulsing, shivering and sweating, like I am being electrocuted everywhere, all at once.
Then I feel it. The growth. I am growing. I can feel my torso swelling, more and more flesh pulsating within my palms, my shoulders spreading apart and my feet sliding across the wooden stage. It feels like ages. I bear through the pain. My cock escapes my undies and is now slithering within my jeans. Its head is sliding against the skin of my leg.
After several agonizing minutes the fog clears. I take several deep breaths, breath and can finally take my hands off my stomach. It felt so soft and squishy though. I place my hands onto the floor and gaze towards the audience as my vision refocuses, before standing up.
Holy shit, I feel heavy! I can't stand straight as my legs push into each other. I look down, but can't see anything. My sight is blocked by a pair of pecs so big, protruding forward for at least a foot and hiding anything underneath them. That's one pec-shelf, huh. I can still feel my cock, feel how absurdly heavy it is. Soft. My shirt is stretched, but still buttoned all the way up and a dense forest of hair protrudes for a good inch out of the stretched oval holes between the buttons. I try to turn my head, but my neck is so taut, together with my traps, that I can barely see around, without having to turn my whole body. I look at my hands and see the same dense ginger fur sprouting out of my sleeves and all over the back of my hands and fingers.
The audience erupts with approving claps. I turn my whole body towards Evan and see that… he's just like me? Did we really wish for the same thing? He doesn't notice me staring, instead rigorously groping at his massive body. Yeah, he's got the same melon pecs like me with a pair of nipples the size of a medium coffee cup. Underneath them is a massive gut the size of a basketball. His tank top barely covers his torso, only reaching to his bellybutton, so a large portion of his gut is visible, completely covered with dense dirty gold curls that meet with his pubes, that erupt like a wild bush. His shoulders are spread ridiculously wide apart, and are the size of bowling balls each. Just like me, Evan stands with legs at a wider angle, as his tree trunk thighs rub against each other even now. Is that… is that his cock? Oh, fuck! I can clearly see that motherfucking python and the outline of each of his balls through the skin-tight fabric of his shorts. They're not even big enough to cover it whole and Evan's purple cock head is out in the open, peeking out of his shorts’ left leg. Nice.
“Are you satisfied, boys?” Madame interrupts me from staring at Evan.
“Yes, yes, of course, madam!” I roar in excitement, surprised by my own new, deep and loud voice.
“And you, Evan?”
“This is not what I've wanted…” Evan wakes up from his self-groping trance, then looks at me. “Wait! We're…”
“We're identical!” I finish his sentence.
“Well, not identical…” Madame chimes in. “Your bodies are identical, but you're still you. I did promise to punish you, Evan, so I gave you a much, much bigger body. Just like what your friend wanted.”
“Ugh, sorry…” I mumble, feeling guilty of ruining Evan's perfect body.
“Sorry? SORRY!? Man, this is FUCKING AMAZING!” he roars, striking a most muscular, which makes the sleeves on his jacket split up by the seams, under the sheer girthiness of his biceps and triceps.
Instinctively I lunge towards him and we both grab each other into a tight bearhug. Our bodies pressing against each other, our masses pushing into each other’s. But then the friendly squeezing turns into playful grappling, as if we are wrestling. We put all our might into trying to move each other around, but we are far too equal in strength, weight and size, so none budges and after a good minute we let go of each other. Massive grins on our faces as we are overwhelmed with glee from the new reality. I see dense, dirty gold stubble all over Evan's face and a thick shoe brush moustache under his nose, completely covering his upper lip.
“Well, boys, I’m sure we are out of time already. Leave the stage. Please.” Madame Illusia orders.
Nonchalantly Evan jumps off the stage and into the crowd and starts plowing through it like a ship through the ice in Antarctica. I follow after, looking at his ridiculously wide back, like a wall of muscle. His bulbous butt bounces up and down with every step as if a pair of balloons is under his skin.
Just outside the tent, we are stopped by Stephan, Madame’s attendant. Wasn’t he just by her side now? Magic. Anyway, he says that Madame was generous enough and the spell will make everyone think that the two of us were always like this and it is completely normal. We gave him a friendly bearhug too, before leaving.
Are we not gonna see each other till Monday? Ugh, and all I have back at home are video games. Fucking boring.
“Hey, Evan?”
“Wha? What’s wrong, man?”
“You know, my parents aren’t home this weekend…” I say and wink at him.
“Damn…” he whispers, his face breaking into a cocky grin.