Sean the horse allowed himself to be hugged by Becky who was now a little girl in mind but kept his eyes
locked on the other team. Sure this was a game forced on them by the witch, but they could have done
something, anything, else. Especially for the first round.
"Behehky," he nickered softly. "Wehee need to deciiide what to do to them."
But the girl wasn't interested in what he was saying, just that he could talk. She was busy now braiding his
tail and talking about how he was her little pony and the sleepovers and games they would play later. She
already had three ideas on how to dress him up. No matter how much Sean tried to get her to remember what else
was going on, he couldn't. Becky just wasn't interested. Silently, he vowed to try and figure out a way to get
her involved for the next round but for now had to take things into his own hands... or hooves.
He could inflict the same changes on them, but that might lead to trouble with two toddler-teens deciding to
make the others into characters from cartoons and after school specials. Still, Sean wanted to give them a
distraction handicap, maybe even give each of them one if he could think of it... But Becky was patting his
rump now and nothing was coming to him that was super clever so he gave up on that thought, for now, lest he
mess it up.
'Stick with one, Sean,' he coached himself. 'You can mess one of them up, just like they messed up Becky.'
Finally, Sean stared first at David then at Tory. He stomped a hoof as he looked at each of them, and the
magic was done.
Tory immediately noticed a pressure coming from her dainty fairy slippers. They were tight all of a sudden,
like her feet were two sizes too big but stuffed in anyway. The pressure became painful and she gasped loudly
but then, as she looked down, the fabric of her slippers ripped as the seams burst and her feet popped free.
They were growing rapidly, her once tiny toes swelling outward as the flat of her sole grew and spread. For a
moment, they were just big, yet normal, feet. But then the toes fattened, her toenails becoming thick and
yellowed. Gnarly black hair sprouted from the knuckle on each toe as her heel became large and scaly. They
were ogre feet, she thought in disgust. She shivered, however, when the final part kicked in. Ugly and huge
they may be, but they were also quite sensitive and even the touch of the floor beneath her felt delightful.
"Ugh!" Tory said. "My feet are disgusting!"
Her partner, David, was about to agree (delicately, of course, so as not to upset Tory further) but the words
died in his throat. He couldn't actually think why he was going to agree with her. She was completely wrong!
Her feet were gorgeous... delicious, even. David suddenly wanted nothing more than to lick them, to bite her
thick yellow nails, to worship the giant, wonderful feet with his lips and mouth. He was drooling, licking his
lips. The more he looked at them the stronger his desire grew. Curiously, it was only Tory's feet that filled
his thoughts. The bigger, fatter, hairier, uglier, the better... but he would love them even if they were
small and white and soft, even if his preferences lay now with the grotesque.
Sinking to his knees, David began to crawl toward Tory, his eyes locked on her large feet. "Please," he said
softly, "please let me taste them.." And then he was there, and lowered his face down to run his tongue along
the crack between the first two toes of her left foot. He moaned in delight.