As Jeff lapped up the potion, he felt his little tiger body tingling....changing. His fur was growing thinner and disappearing, his paws were merging into fingers. Chubby little fingers. Jeff sighed inwardly, realising that since he was only a very young tiger the potion was only going to turn him into a very young boy. Michael grunted, seeing that a only a little boy was forming from the tiger cub, and turned his attention back to little Iqbal.
"Look at the big, mighty magic-boy now!" Michael sneered at the wet infant, shaking him in his powerful grasp. Iqbal only wailed, long and loud.
Disorientated, Jeff the little toddler rose shakily on his feet, about 2 years old. He looked down at his diminutive body and cringed, but at least he was a human again. He stared up at the massive man cradling the once equally massive man, and toddled towards him.
"Well, Iqbal, now the table's are turned, my friend!" The torment for poor Iqbal continued as his brother, now a meek little puppy, watched in fear. Micheal looked down as he felt a tug on his pants' leg.
"Pwease, ca' you change me bah?" Jeff stared nervously up at the giganitc man, but what grudge did Micheal bear Jeff? At that moment, a fresh stream of baby pee gushed out of little Iqbal, straight onto Micheal's chest. Micheal stared in shock for a moment, before shaking Iqbal violenty.
"Little brat!" Iqbal's wails echoed down the corridor, and Jeff felt tears welling in his eyes too. He fell backwards onto his soft little baby's bottom, which suprised him just enough to push him over the edge. He managed a few childish words:
"Pwease...pwease dada!" Then his tears flowed freely. The 19 year old college student, turned tiger cub, turned helpless little boy sat wailing and naked, unable to stop, as his former room-mate turned adorable little puppy lapped up a certain spilled potion...
"Shut up, you brats!" yelled Micheal, irritated and getting anxious that others might hear. He held Iqbal at arms length, trying to avoid anymore accidents. He was facing the wrong way, he never saw it coming.
Rais, now a little boy again, pointed a single finger at Micheal and uttered a single word: