Don DeSoto had his belt raised, about to bring it down on his son's face, when he convulsed and dropped it. He shrank, his hair changed color ...
Neither Brett nor Ishtar could believe it. Ishtar stepped through the wall, turned invisible, and walked over to her slave and her visctim.
"Well, I wished for him to be Brett's bitch, he's certainly a bitch now."
Don's clothes had fallen off of him, except for whis 'wife-beater' shirt which hung on him like an over-sized dress. He was barely three feet tall, with perky small breasts and a trim, coltish figure, an adorable face, was undeniably a girl of maybe 14 or 15 years old.
More than that, she now had a bushy red tail with a white tip, large red fox-ears with white tips, and fine red fur all over her body except the chest and belly.
Don DeSoto was now a tiny foxgirl.
"Go ahead," Ishtar whispered in her slave's ear. "She's your bitch."
Brett smiled and lunged at the tiny foxgirl, grabbing her and wrestling her to the ground. She tried to fight back, but Brett slapped her hard, knocking the sense out of her. Brett pinned her with one arm and pulled out his cock with the other. Now engorged, it was easily a foot long. Seeing the huge organ - easily the size of her thigh - the foxgirl screamed.
"Shut up bitch!" Brett commanded and began forcing his dick into her.
Ishtar noticed that it was going in and that she appeared to be wet. Her tiny legs were trying to wrap around his waist, and her tail was twitching. Ishtar was pretty certain that she was getting off on this! That made sense, since the wish was for Don to her Brett's bitch, and so she should enjoy his giant cock. Seeing the tiny female form underneath the normal boy was rather perverse, but after all she did, Ishtar wasn't one to make sexual judgments.
Bryan came out, having heard the scream, and saw his little brother's naked ass and the tiny human form underneath, as well as the fox-tail stretching out and twicthing.
Don DeSoto had no idea what was happening, just that his body felt weird, his son was now a vicious giant, and a enormous cock was driving into him, touching places he hadn't even known he had, and giving him pleasure even as it felt like it was ripping him apart. Every thrust seemed to shove deeper and deeper while bringing new waves of pleasure. He couldn't think, only respond to his son's animal lust.
Brett's mind was a blank. all the resentment and anger toward his father made his pounding cock harder and stronger. He wanted to pound the mental image of his father into crying, wailing submission. He wanted to force the bitch to admit he was the master.
Bryan stepped forward, thinking to interfere, but Ishtar's tail caught him around the throat. Still invisible, she dragged him inside, threw him into a closet, and locked the door.
Leaving Brett and his farther to continue their bonding, Ishtar returned to her house and used the wand to repair the parchment. Now she could read it clearly.
"Now ... the wand can only be used on days and nights of the full moon - should be good until day after tomorrow then ... Point and make a wish - I got that part ... Careful on phrasing the wish - I figured that out, too ... Price to pay ..."
Ishtar read that part over and over ...
" Ye Magick Wande is of Whyte Magick, and so can only be used for the Benefit of Others. The first Person Ye does cast a Spell upon with the Wande will be the Beloved Object and Soul Mate of the Wish-Maker. The Beloved Object can never be more than One Hundred Yards from the Wish-Maker, lest the Wish-Maker Die in Most Awful Agonys. The WIsh-Maker will be Compelled to do only Goode for the Beloved Object all his Days."
Ishtar snorted. "So I'm the love-slave of an adorable horny boy who worships me as a goddess. And I have these nifty powers to boot." She chuckled. "I don't see a downside." She frowned. "Unless they move or he goes to school ... damn, I'll have to follow him everywhere, just to make sure I don't 'die in most awful agonies'. And forget about jobs or a social life outside of Brett ..." She sighed. "What if he has a temper-tantrum and runs away? The second he gets more than a hundred yards away, I'm dead! I am screwed!"
Meanwhile, Brett was approaching climax atop his foxgirl-changed father. The tiny foxgirl had given herself over to orgasm after orgasm and couldn't even think anymore. Groaning, Brett emptied his balls into the tiny, writhing form.
Sitting up, Brett looked over the small, shuddering form. Despite being so tiny, it was obvoiusly a teen with lovely firm tits. Her face resembled Brett and his brothers - it could have been their sister. And the spread-open legs and gaping pussy was slick and shiny with sex juices, sperm running out of the much-fucked vagina.
Brett felt strong and powerful for the first time in his life. His Goddess Ishtar loved him, he was strong, his father would never hit him or degrade him again.
Picking up the foxgirl, he carried her into the Laird house and to the master bedroom, where Ishtar sat on the bed. Seeing him, she jumped up and kissed him, happy that he was close.
"Did you enjoy yourself, honey?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Goddess," he said. "I brought her to you as a gift."
"How sweet." She found that she could now see into Don De Soto's confused, delirious thoughts - after all, the foxgiurl had been Brett's property, and he gave it to Ishtar.
"Now I have two slaves," she said, caressing his hair. "But you'll always be my special one."