Not surprisingly, very few people were willing to suggest anything after seeing what had happened to other participants. However, there were still a few brave (or foolhardy) souls in the
audience. A man stood up and yelled "Make him a dog!"
Madame Illusia looked at the volunteer. "And why do you suggest that?"
"Well as man’s best friend, he would get all the love, affection and attention he ever wanted from a family. And he would be able to do so without any of the worries of finding a home and things to eat."
"An excellent idea." The witch said to him. "I take it that you want this man to be your dog? If so, come down here and help me grant him his wish."
The man walked up to the stage, but it was obvious he was not controlling his own movements. His eyes wide with fear as he stepped up to the stage next to Illusia.
"Now, my friend. What is your name?"
"Mark Rogers."
"Pleased to meet you, Mark, now let’s us take care of Mr. Rooste. I believe you wanted him to be a dog?" She turned to Kevin, who was still blankly ahead.
"Now what breed of dog do you fashion Mr. Rooste to be inside, Mark?"
"Well he did say that he wanted to live either by the sea or high in the mountains. So how about a large, friendly Newfoundland dog?" Mark told her.
"Very well then, Kevin, you shall be a friendly Newfoundland dog just at the peak of its sexual maturity. That is what you are now in both body and mind."
Kevin’s eyes widened as he suddenly fell forward onto his hands and began panting contentedly with a long, flat tongue. His clothing crumbled away to reveal a thick, wavy coat of black fur spreading over his body. A tail sprouted as his head swelled into that of a Newfoundland’s with a large muzzle, pendulous ears and soft-spoken eyes. His arms and hands became a pair of new legs and webbed paws. And within a minute, a large Newfoundland stood on the stage next to the witch and Mark, panting and wagging its tail contentedly.
Illusia looked down at the dog. "Isn’t he just adorably handsome as a dog? But I think he needs just one more thing to make him happy."
The Newfoundland dog sniffed the air and approached Mark curiously. But before Mark could bend down and give his hand to the dog for a sniff and a lick, the dog reached up on its hind legs and leaned up against him. Surprised by the dog’s friendly act, the only thing that Mark could do was hold onto the dog, as the animal promptly started to give him a sloppy licking.
Mark, then felt something as the dog continued to give him a tongue bath across the face. He felt as if the dog was sculpting his face with each lick of his tongue. Crossing his eyes, he opened them to watch with surprise as the dog’s licking causes his nose and mouth to push out into something very familiar looking.
"Hey! That's a... woof!"
"A dog’s muzzle? Good boy, Mark!" Illusia smiled. "You see, its nice that you wanted him to be your dog, but even a family dog needs companionship when his family is away. So who could keep him company but another dog. And since it was your idea, I knew you would oblige me."
Mark gave a loud bark as he pushed away from the dog. The other dog landed on its feet and looked up at him with a happy expression on its canine face. But Mark found himself unable to move after that as he continued to change. Thick, wavy black fur grew across a body that was rapidly become canine.
Mark swayed before falling forward onto all fours. He shook himself as he completed the change into a large, Newfoundland dog. His eyes showing only contentedness and happiness as he padded over to greet his littermate. His human past changing to the point where he saw things from a canine point of view.
Illusia looked at the two dogs greeting each other and then looked out to the audience again. "Now all we need is a dog breeder or handler for these two dogs to go home with. Is anyone looking to own these two rather handsome Newfoundlands?"