Looking and feeling his own embarrassment for having to ask and tell of his own one perverted fantasy; Allan thought this was the best possible time to ask, he having witnessed the bestial demise of two fellows made to be as then horses.
"You asked if we had any wish! You, each of you my friends would wish for something much the same as do I now," Allan chiding his friends for keeping silent.
Brady, the tallest of the other friends, he the boldest as well, did look at Allan with a squinted expression. "You want what, if you want your prick to be that of some Shetland pony stallion, than that is your affair, and please do not dare to include us in your perverted choose your own change fantasies!"
"I won't. I promise, if Madame Illusia here would be so considerate to grant me my desired wish, then by her integrity I can assure you three friends that you and what is yours shall not be a part to my own end; is that not correct Madame Illusia...?" Allan asked the Madame to give her promise not to change or harm his friends.
Madame turned and gave her best evil grin at the audience, and turning to face Allan she made a small loop circle with her magic wand.
"Oh shit frick, what, what just happened, Madame did you?" Allan felt a flashing sudden sharp pain jab at his groin.
Those closest to the front edge of the wide stage began to laugh and snicker, they pointing at Allan.
"Ugh, oh damn, my guts, it feels like I am in surgery and the doctor is twisting up everything into a knot!" Allan grumped about what Madame had made to begin.
Brady, Troy, and Jamison began inching their feet closer to the stair steps leading off the stage and back to the auditorium floor.
Those seated close and watching pointed at Allan, and began saying aloud, "Look at his pants, they are getting tented, he is becoming erect, massively erect, a real stud!"
Two young females got up and walked close to the front edge of the stage. Each stood with their head peaked past the lip of the stage, both licking their lips with a personal desire to give that growth in the pants of Allan a stroking or maybe to just suck it dry.
Madame took note of the young women wanting to come up close and get the best view of a young man gaining the sheath, balls, and shaft equal to those found hung under a Shetland pony stallion.
"You bigger maleness is drawing a crowd; boys, fellas, tell me truthfully, you would like to be as is Allan, each with their maleness made more extra-sensual!" Madame asking, her tone more like she did order the three escaping friends to return and give their own wild and wondrous fantasy dreams.
Meanwhile, the unabated changes continued to rake Allan, moving from his groin both upward and down, making his thighs to change as did his stomach and chest.
"Hey stop this, I wanted only to have a pony cock and balls!" Allan screamed at Madame, she having her interests kept busy watching the two girls who stood licking their lips.
Madame turned to look at Allan, "Oops, well since you went this far along, you might just as well become a Shetland pony. A stallion and stud breeder, for two young and very interested females, leave fellas, as I have here two who want to know the sensations of being mares." Madame said, she grinning and making motions for the two female humans to take the place of three escaping and glad to be men, men.