Rais backed away in surprise.
The black cat's fur thinned, and its limbs began lengthening. Its stretching legs bent inward, as it shakily began rising up. The animal's yellow eyes darkened, then clouded to blue as its head was molded by invisible hands, pushing the skull upward, squishing the muzzle inward.
"Who--who are you?" stamered Rais.
The kitten straightened up as it rose on two legs.
The fur completely melted away to reveal a small, pale boy with dark hair and flashing blue eyes. The boy, now 5, smiled while his body continued growing,his skinny boy's body putting on weight.
"Aww, doncha recognize me Rais? Just wait 'till I hit puberty!"
The growing boy flexed his still-scrawny arms. He explored his sunken chest with his hands. Now he was 9.
"Ya know Rais, I may be a little kid, but at least I'm taller than you." He grabbed Rais and held the wriggling boy in a headlock.
"How 'bout a noogie shrimp?" he sneered, rubbing his knuckles across Rais' head. "Does that bring back any memories?"
"Let me go!" screamed Rais, as he struggled to free himself from the other boy's arms, which were getting bigger and bigger.
"Let me go or--"
The older boy clamped his hand across Rais' mouth.
"That's enough out of you. I'm sick of you and your bro’s magic."
Rais fruitlessly struggled as the boy reached the end of childhood.
"Finally!" he whooped. “Some hair on my dick!” The boy's body spasmed as a wash of hormones pumped into his naked body.
"Oh yeah," he groaned in obvious pleasure. Tiny hairy wisps poked up around his dinky nub of a penis. His pectorals and biceps began bunching up, flexing and increasing each time they inflexed.
The growing boy pushed Rais aside. The younger boy slammed against the bedpost and watched in awe and mounting recognition.
The older boy watched himself grow lankier and lankier thanks to his rapidly expanding hands and feet, which along with his head, were typically overshooting his body like any fresh adolescent. Peach fuzz and a sketchy mustache bloomed on the predatory face, whose eyebrows thickened. The boy writhed in pleasure as his thin, straight pubic hairs curled and sprouted in force. The nub thickened in length, the
mushroom head straightening outward, while the lower part of his scrotum darkened to a red-purplish tinge, highlighting the lower hanging, throbbing balls.
“Come on you wuss!” jeered the boy. “You still don’t recognize me? God! You still are a dumba-a-aaa-aaass…” The word came out fractured as his voice began breaking and reforming and breaking with each burst of hormones coursing through his thickening body.
The boy’s bangs grew shaggier and disheveled as a few mild bursts of acne dotted his cheeks, as the cute button nose straightened, the concave child’s profile morphed outward. Dark hair peeked up from his thighs, scrambling up and down, and meeting with the unruly nest of pubic hairs.
The young teen stepped back and grinned in delight as the power flowed through him, engorging the great veins on his inflating cock. A large hand, now with micro-hairs on the knuckles, felt around the swarthy genitals. The fingers rubbed against the dark, rising cock.
“Come on, Rais,” he crowed as his thin, reedy voice deepened and bottomed out to a strong bray. “Freshman year of high school? Mr.Johnson’s PE class?”
Rais gasped. The older boy grinned.
“Remember how I used to jump you after class when you wouldn’t give me your lunch money? You were so easy to beat up, such a wuUUuUuusss!” His voice deepened one last time as the last traces of lankiness were erased by his bulging arms and protruding chest. His nipples flushed as the pectorals bilged outward, followed by a slowly forming six-pack. The thighs, now muzzled in coat of leg hair, widened. Rais could hear the sinews and muscles humming with growth as the older boy’s bulk hit late adolescence.
“Mi-mi-chael Kelly?” asked the little boy.
“Finally you asshole! How could you forget your best bully? After all the times we had together?”
Kelly put his hands up to his face to feel the peach fuzz grow and spread into stubble. The contours of his face sharpened toward adulthood as the child’s features dissolved and hardened. The hawk-eyes stared out from under the near-unibrow, and the cruel lips smiled above the thick chin.
“But I thought..” Rais stammered—
--“That I got expelled? Unh unh. Your lousy brother got angry at me for beating you up, and didn’t want to you to lose control and use your magic in public—so he cornered me after school and used his lousy magic on me.” Kelly’s pale face darkened with hatred. “He needed a familiar so he turned me into a fucking kitten! I spent three years as a goddamn cat! The best years of my life! Think of all the girls I could’ve fucked—with this!”
He grasped his dark, thick penis, which shuddered, then bloated as the veins pumped what seemed like gallons of blood through it. It rose and stayed at attention, hovering around his navel.
“But now you and I are gonna catch up on all the years that went by.”
His slender thighs and calves, accompanied by his biceps and chest, swelled with one last movement into an adult’s. A trail of pubic hair snaked up his belly as hairs sprouted in the middle chest and swirled around his nipples.
“Because now I’m a man. Iqbal must have thought it’d be funny for you to boss me around as a kitty. But then I saw him turn you into a brat. And then I saw you turn him into one. And now I’ve got both of you pricks right here where I want you, and you can’t do anything to stop me ‘cause your got wittle lisp. I am so going to enjoy this!”
Rais pouted, then looked at him with hatred.
“You cand do anyting Kewwy! You doan no magic!”
Kelly bent down and picked up the pocket notebook that’d slipped from the satchel.
“Think again brat. I got Iqbal’s spell notebook.”
Rais gulped. “Pwease Kewwy! I’ww do anything!”
“You sure will. I’m gonna make you and your brother pay.”
“Doant! Or I’ww sick the tigah on you!”
“I’m not worried about you tiger-freaks. I’m more of a dog person anyway.”
Kelly smiled as he read a spell.
“Lupis morphi vitae lyacon humanii!!”