As the new Asian Wild Ass was led off the stage, a drunk college football player stands up. "Say, lady! I wanna be hung like a horse! Can you do that?"
Madame Illusia rasied her eyebrows. "Hung like a horse? Come forward, young stud, and let's see what we can do."
The young man's more sober friends tried to hold him back, but he pulled free and swaggered to the stage. About 6 foor-5 and a good 250 pounds, he was well muscled and not bad looking. His brown hair was in a crew cut, with bright blue eyes and just a faint smattering of freckles on his nose. From the bulge in the croth of his jeans, he was already fairly well endowed. "Ya' wanna see what I got already?" He grabbed his crotch and leered at the witch. Some of the audience whispered to each other at this crudeness, but Madame Illusia showed no sign of displeasure.
"Well, of course! We need to see what you have so everyone will appreciate how drastic a change I make." She waved her hand, and the young man's clothing vanished.
He stared at himslef, then grinned. "Man, you don't waste no time, do you?" The young man's sexual equipment wasn't huge, but it was nothing to be ashamed of, either. "So, you gonna fix me up?"
"Yes." The witch smiled. "I will get you fixed. What kind of horse do you want to be hung like? A pony? A race horse? A draft animal?"
"Fuck, man! I'll go for the gold. A draft horse!" Some of the audience hototed, the others watched in anticipation of seeing yet another fool end up on all fours.
"Very well." She made a motion with her hands. "Enjoy yourself. Go ahead. Show us how well you can use your own equipment."
The young man looked down and then grinned broadly as a dark foreskin slid up his swelling penis. "Oh, man! This is more like it!" He started sliding the thick covering back and forth, each stroke adding anotehr inch to the swelling stallionhood. At the same time, his testicles were growing heavier and larger, swinging visibly between his legs.
The young man's eyes glazed over and he arched back, using both hands to masturbate himself. The foreskin had attached itself to his belly, and was forming a sheath. He moaned as the head of what was now a massive black and pink shaft changed to the flared tip of a horse. It looked almost like he had three legs now, the animal penis fully as long as one of his arms. The head flared in front of his face, but he was too lost in intense orgasm to notice.
Finally, as his new horse cock reached a full three feet in length, he shuddered and erupted with a thick spray of precum, followed by jets of the real thing. The horse sperm splattered his face, and shot out into the audience. Only after he had erupted three times did the rigid shaft start to soften.
"Oh, man! That was soooo intense!" The young manwas panting from the experience. "The best sex I ever had!"
"Also the last sex you'll ever have." Madame Illusia smiled again as the youth blinked in confusion. "For you see, I am not done with you yet. You said you wanted to be hung like a draft horse?"
As the young man nodded blankly, he frowned, and then winced in apparent pain. "Hey! That hurts! What the fuck...?" He was still rubbing his monster cock, and froze in horror as the top half of the thick shaft suddenly separated from the lower part in a spray of blood. He and many of the audience members screamed, and then screamed again as his black leathery scrotum dropped to the floor with a sickening soft thud.
The blood stopped flowing almost instantly, leaving the young man holding the limp top half of a horse's penis. The thick, blunt shaft that remained was fully healed, and flopped down like a hose to release a hard stream of horse piss.
Madame Illusia looked him over. "You are now hung like the typical male draft horse - a gelding. Sex has no further meaning for you. Do you wish to continue as you are, a human who will always remember what he lost tonight? Or allow me to finish the change and give you the contentment of equine ignorance?"