Francisco sat in his chair and admired the creature that had been molded from young Ric, who was still deep asleep thanks to the sleeping spell that was placed upon him. Every now and again the teen-aged centaur would moan softly and his multi-chromatic, equine dick would peek out from its sheath from the pleasure brought on by the spell.
Ric’s tall horse-like ears would twitch at the slightest touch, instinctively flicking as if swatting away flies; his long, glossy, black tail swished around on occasion as if trying to accomplish the same task. The lower half of Ric's body was that of a young horse; it's entire length covered with fuzzy light brown fur that ended at the what would be the horse’s shoulders, where it gave way to the smooth, peachy skin of Ric’s human torso, a few inches below his belly button. His black, medium-length hair framed his human face.
Francisco felt mixed emotions as he looked over the young centaur. Yes, he was delighted by the fact that his favorite mythical creature of all time was asleep on the bed before him; but he could not help but feel a little disappointed. In all of the fantasy novels that he had read, centaurs had been described as being these great, powerful and intimidating warriors with herculean strength and very masculine looks. Ric was none of these things. Sure, Ric did have some visible muscles with his little four-pack abs and slightly toned arms, but any boy his age could easily achieve the same muscle tone with regular exercise so his muscles were not really that impressive. Not only that but with the combination of his youthful looking face and the gangly legs of his horse body, Ric was far from intimidating; instead he looked rather...cute. Francisco couldn't help but imagine seeing Ric as he was, running through the wilds of some magical, fantasy world chasing butterflies and playing with other centaur colts and fillies; not leading an army and charging headlong into a battle or having his way with the mares.
“Let’s see if we can’t fix that, shall we Ric?” said Francisco as he began leafing through the book looking for a spell he could use. Eventually he came across the chapter containing the spells to change a person’s age. “Hmm…one of these could work.” Francisco thought to himself; but he didn’t just want Ric to be older, he wanted him to be like the centaurs in the books he had read. After randomly choosing one the age spells from the middle of the page, Francisco continued to flip through the pages of the book looking for more spells to use. Scanning through the book for a few minutes, Francisco found two more spells. The first one he found had the power to increase a person’s masculinity and the second spell would bless those placed under its power with great physical strength.
At the moment, Francisco had three spells which could give him what he wanted, but the difficult question that Francisco was asking himself was which of them should he use? Either one of them might possibly yield the results that he desired, but he couldn’t think of which one would be the best to use. Then a thought crossed his mind “I wonder if I could just use all three?” Up until then Francisco had been casting spells on Ric one at a time; it never occurred to him to try and attempt to use multiple spells all at the same time. Could he even do that? Would it work?
There was only one way to find out.
Francisco began reciting the words for all three spells in his head. Once he was sure that he had the words memorized, he approached the sleeping centaur. Standing at the side of the bed, Francisco began speaking the spells in tandem, casting them one by one.
As soon as the last words passed through Francisco’s lips the spells took hold. Ric suddenly gasped and let out a very loud moan which made Francisco jump back in surprise. The past few times when Francisco had cast spells on him, Ric would usually respond with a quiet moan of pleasure as he fell under them, but never had he been as loud as that before. Francisco watched as Ric rolled over onto his back and stretched his entire body out straight into a reclined position with the back of his human torso resting against the pillows and the bed's ornate metal rail headboard, showing just how flexible his spine had become as he pointed his four of his hooves up towards the ceiling. "Oh! Oh! Ooh!" Ric cried out as he moaned and whimpered; kicking his rear legs a little as the flared tip of his dick began to slide out of his sheath.
From experience, Francisco already knew that the spells brought great pleasure to those under their power, but what he didn’t know was that by casting the three spells at the same time, along with the sleeping spell, the pleasure Ric was feeling was quadruple that from what he had been through before. Ric continued to moan and sometimes bite his lower lip in his sleep as the pleasure continued to build with each passing second and he looked as if he were already on the verge of cumming.
But not yet, no. This was just the beginning of what would be the greatest wet dream of his life.
It was then that the first bout of changes began to appear.
Looking as if he were trying to coax away a strain, Ric stretched his body and grunted loudly as his stallion genitalia swelled to what looked to be a dozen pounds heavier, as his cock grew thicker and stretched longer reaching a good thirty inches in length. It bobbed in the air as Ric’s testicles suddenly bloated and expanded from the size of large goose eggs to even bigger, hand-filling proportions within his black, velvety sack. A feeble groan escaped his lips as then much larger orbs quivered and jiggled as their testosterone production suddenly kicked into overdrive and began pumping high-levels of hormones through the colt's body.
With all the pleasure coursing through him, Ric's body was beginning to heat up. As a result, the boy had begun sweating a little as a few beads of moisture trickled down his forehead and his peach fuzz cheeks. But soon the rate of perspiration increased which caused strands of his long black hair to clump together and stick to his skin as torrents of sweat started running down his face. Sweat poured down his neck and shoulders, down his chest and stomach with some pooling inside his navel as his body was coated with a thin layer of sweat which made his skin glisten in the light. The air within the bedroom had begun to fill with a bestial musk as moisture continued to drip off of Ric’s body and soaked the sheets beneath him.
Then suddenly, something new began to happen. Francisco watched as Ric’s lower horse body shuttered as its ribs and spine expanded; both halves of his body, human and horse, had started growing longer and taller. Ric gritted his teeth and grunted as both of his arms throbbed and also began to stretch as the bones inside them grew in length. Meanwhile, His four gangly, yearling legs all grew longer and thicker as their bones grew even sturdier and more dense. On top of this, The boy’s lower body began bulking up with powerful haunches and muscles which left him looking brawnier and half a foot longer.
Francisco was watching the process with great interest; his eyes wandering over the changing creature. They stopped at Ric’s human belly, where he watched as his small abs grew a little bit and became more visible; Ric’s waist grew wider as his abdominal muscles grew bigger and more toned, forming a faint but noticeable six pack as the muscles grew harder. The changing boy moaned as his nipples hardened as his chest grew a little a bit while his pecs expanded and pushed out slightly as they became more developed.
Francisco's attention was then drawn to Ric's arms again; he watched as the muscles in Ric's arms suddenly rippled as they became more defined while his biceps and triceps bulged, stretched, and grew bigger...stronger.
Francisco looked up to Ric’s face and he could see that some changes had occurred there as well. He noticed that the boy’s sweaty black hair had grown to a length where it ended at his shoulder blades; the long hairs clinging to his sweaty back, forehead and neck. However, the most drastic change of all was Ric’s face which looked a few years older, Francisco guessed Ric to be around fifteen or sixteen years of age; his cheeks were dusted with some facial hair. As Ric continued to moan and groan in pleasure, his voice gradually started to sound deeper and more adult-like as his body continued to visibly mature. During all this, Ric's back popped loudly as his vertebrae again stretched and grew, making him a full foot taller than before; and just like the rest of him, his lower equine body had also matured and was almost as big as a full grown horse. The growth and development progressed as Ric’s chest muscles continued to swell and gained some more definition as the remainder of his baby fat melted away while small dark hairs began to sprout across his chest with some small patches of hair growing underneath his arms as well.
As his body was being transformed and shaped to the will of the spells; Ric had begun dreaming that he was standing in a meadow surrounded by a herd of centauresses. Ric watched as the females galloped around the field, their large, naked breasts bouncing and jiggling every time their hooves hit the ground. One of them, a beautiful red haired female with sun kissed skin and the lower body of white mare, a crown of flowers upon her head trotted up to him and started to stroke his body with her soft feminine hands. Ric was in heaven as he enjoyed feeling the caress of her delicate fingers upon him. The female continued to massage Ric for a while, when she suddenly stopped her groping and cantered a few steps forward and stopped in front of him with her rump facing towards him; Ric watched as she swished her tail at him in flirty manner and flashing her winking mare pussy, all the while hefting her massive breasts. She looked at him with her bright, glassy rose colored eyes and said in a sexy voice "Aren't you going to return the favor?" winking an eye at him. The smell of a mare in heat filled Ric's nostrils which brought his blood to a boil. Ric could not contain his lust anymore as he trotted up to the mare, reared up on his rear legs, mounted and penetrated the silky folds of her estrus sopped cunt, "Oh yes..." she moaned "take me my big, strong stud! Make me pregnant with your foals!".
Back in the real world, Francisco watched as Ric moaned out loud and rolled himself over onto his stomach, sandwiching his arm-long dick between the belly of his lower body and the mattress. Francisco, who had jumped back away from the bed in surprise watched as Ric grabbed a hold of the railing at the head of the bed and started to violently hump the queen sized mattress as he dreamed about fucking his redheaded mare.
For some reason, this seemed to speed up the transformation.
Ric grunted and gritted his teeth as his shoulders began to expand horizontally, their bones and tendons cracking until his shoulders were about four inches broader. His deltoids also swelled up to match, small yet pronounced. Francisco watched as Ric’s arms suddenly quivered and tensed up as more of his muscles surged larger, biceps and triceps alike; his biceps grew to the size of golf balls before they swelled even larger until they were as big as baseballs, popping up every time Ric flexed his arms as he fucked the bed. Francisco could clearly see the outline of crimson veins pumping blood through the extra mass and muscle.
Ric’s hands were holding the bed railing in a death grip as the sound cracks and pops became audible as each of Ric’s fingers grew an extra inch in length, width, and thickness. Small stray hairs sprouted along his knuckles as his hands expanded yet again to at least ten inches from wrist to the tip of his middle finger.
Francisco’s heart was pounding as he watched Ric continue to hump his bed and moan out in pleasure; the boy visibly growing older as he began entering his twenties. Francisco listened as Ric’s moans began to change in pitch as his voice started to get even deeper sounding and lower until Ric had a deep, rumbling, extremely masculine sounding voice. Francisco watched as the fuzzy, brown fur that coated Ric’s lower body grew in length and shifted to a dark brown; the fur around Ric’s hooves grew longer and shaggier into the draft feathers commonly seen on larger horse breeds. On his back, a thin trail of black hairs sprouted along Ric's spine like the mane of a horse. Ric’s body shuddered again and grew even brawnier and heavier, to an intimidating seven feet long with tense, bulging haunches. Francisco could hear the bed frame creaking under Ric’s weight as Francisco guessed that Ric probably weighed at least thirteen-hundred pounds.
Ric gripped the bed railing tightly with his large hands, gritting his teeth as his waist widened even further, muscles and tendons thickening to hyper-masculine, muscle-builder proportions; His abs gained more definition as they grew larger, stronger and tougher; Francisco watched as black hairs began to sprout and grow along Ric’s increasingly admirable eight-pack stomach. Ric’s chest became broader and got more tough and muscular as his pecs swelled even bigger into masculine, sinewy pecs lined with bulging crimson veins; dark black hairs grew and lightly coated Ric’s chest. Ric's torso was bulging with powerful muscles that reach the size of a world class bodybuilder.
The metal railing in Ric's hands creaked and groaned as it was crushed and twisted within his powerful grasp as he continued fucking the mattress.
Ric roared as his shoulder blades once again violently stretched several inches further apart and his neck broadened into hyper masculine, weightlifter proportions. His muscles shimmered and bulged out becoming tough, defined, and rather intimidating, Francisco observed as Ric’s muscular arms sprout dark black hairs, more and more hairs appeared until eventually his arms were blanketed with a forest of hair.
Mendez was at a loss for words as he watched Ric continue to grow bigger and more muscular, becoming more and more intimidating every time he pumped his cock into the bed. Ric moaned out in his deep, masculine voice causing Francisco’s attention to be drawn to his face. He watched as Ric’s facial structure itself began to change, his skull morphing taller and becoming more rectangular in its general shape with a broader, powerful jaw. His cheekbones became sharper; his facial hair grew thicker making his chin and neck dark with a five-o-clock shadow. Suddenly Ric opened his eyes for just a moment and Mendez watched as they changed color from an earthy brown to a blood red. The facial features of Ric face became even sharper and more defined while growing more brawny and masculine looking; his skin changed becoming tough and leathery, creases from age or stress or maybe both had started to form around his eyes and on his forehead as he continued to age until Ric looked like he was in his fifties. His milky white skin suddenly shifted in color becoming darker as Ric suddenly gained a dark tan as if he'd spent his whole life outside in the sun. Ric’s long black sweaty hair gradually became peppered with a few specs of gray as an invisible force tied it back into a ponytail while his facial hair grew out into a full beard.
Mendez watched as Ric’s equine lower body shuddered one final time, bulking up to the size and prowess of a warhorse, easily twenty-two hundred pounds of developed muscle and bone as his fur lengthened and darkened to a coat of shaggy, coarse, oily black hairs.
Then suddenly, Ric let out a loud, almost whinny-like moan in his deep voice as his pleasure finally boiled over, his massive balls lurched inside his sack as his cock flared and swelled as he began to cum, washing both his belly and the mattress with thick ropes of horse jizz. Upon reaching his orgasm, Ric's transformation came to an end. Francisco watched as the massive stallion continued to cum for a few more seconds before the flow eventually ebbed and came to a stop. With his transformation and orgasm both over, Ric toppled forward onto the bed causing the bed frame to give out and collapse underneath his massive body weight resulting in a massive thud which shook the room and rattled the windows.
Once everything had settled, there lay Ric who after having rolled onto his side, continued to slumber upon the destroyed bed; dreaming about basking in the euphoric afterglow with his dream mare as a small trickle of cum oozed out from his massive stallionhood which had begun to make it's slow retreat back into his sheath.
Francisco just stood there staring, at loss for words despite having seen many drastic transformations during the course of the past few days, he definitely was not prepared for what had just transpired in front of him. Looking at the brawny centaur asleep in puddle of his own semen on the remains of his bed, he was finding it hard to believe that this hulking creature of myth and legend was actually Ric, the 13 year old boy who had come with his younger brother to stay with him for the summer.
Francisco took his time inspecting Ric's new, very masculine-looking face, Francisco could see some recognition of the boy he used to be but most of it appeared to have vanished with age. Ric had become exactly what Francisco imagined a centaur to look like, a very muscular man growing out of the neck and shoulders of what appeared to be a very large Shire stallion that probably stood about 21 hands or 7 feet tall; but with his human half adding about another 3 feet or so to his height, Francisco estimated that Ric stood about 30 hands or 10 feet tall and likely weighed around 3,000 pounds if not more. Francisco's gaze continued downward, admiring the creature's massive chest and cobblestone abs, which tensed up when Francisco placed his hand upon them to feel them, eliciting a moan from Ric. The combination of feeling the rock hard muscles and seeing them respond to his touch was turning Francisco on as he ran his fingers through the dark hairs that coated the chest and stomach of his once young charge.
Taking his hand away, his eyes moved on to Ric's thick, muscular arms which appeared strong enough to lift anything and probably throw one hell of a punch. The powerful looking haunches and sturdy legs of his lower shire horse body seem as though Ric could kick a hole in a brick wall if he wanted to. Just from looking at him, Francisco could tell that without a doubt Ric would be the lead stallion of a herd, that is if he were in one. With his newly acquired size and strength he truly did resemble a warrior. Francisco walked up to the slumbering creature and ran his hand along the flanks of his horse half. Even when he and Marco had turned themselves into centaurs, they looked nothing like the beast Ric had become. "Ay Dios mio, Ric! Just look at you" said Fransico as he stroked Ric's powerful body "you got so big and strong...and..." his gaze shifted to cooling puddles of cum and then to Ric's sheathed penis"...and viral!". Francisco chuckled "Well chico, with cojones like yours, I bet you'd father dozens of foals if I turned you loose now wouldn't you?" To which Ric, unconsciously responded with a loud snort as he continued to sleep which made Francisco chuckle a little more as he reached down and cupped the impressively large orbs in his hands, feeling their weight. Ric grunted from the sensation of somebody fondling him, especially down there. "Yeah, the mares would love you!" Francisco smirked as he felt the orbs shutter and churn in his hands, seemingly in response to the mention of mares.
"Which reminds me!" said Francisco as he glanced over to the book resting in his chair and then back to the slumbering centaur. "What shall we do now?"