Nate twisted around, staring at his powerful, feline body. Being on all fours felt completely natural, and while the sleek muscles and thick mane were new to him, it felt right. He roared his approval, no longer able to speak. Madame Illusia laughed and patted his mane. "I think he likes it. But we are not quite done. If the change was just his shape, it would be little more than a mask. Our friend Nate wanted to experience real change." She looked out into the audience and pointed to a skinny young man in the second row. "You! Come forward!"
The young man paled, looking panicked. "Hey! I don't want to be changed! I'm just watching!"
"Oh, but you had such interesting ideas when you thought it was going to be Nate." She beckoned again, and the young man began moving in a jerky manner, like a puppet on strings. He screamed, but his body walked to the stage and turned to face the audience. He seemed to get himself back under control, but stood still, eyes wide.
"This might not be so dab. How would you like to be hung like a horse?" Madame Illusia grinned and ran her hand lightly over the young man's crotch. At that moment his clothing disappeared, revealing a thin, hairy body and a smaller than average cock nearly lost in the mound of dark pubic hair. Before the young man could answer, his penis began to pound erect, getting thicker and longer. He gasped and looked down. Testicles enlarged, becoming huge under an equally oversized shaft. In less than a minute, the young man was actually hung like a horse, with an obviously equine cock and balls dangling grotesquely from his crotch.
"No! That's way too big!" The young man staggered as the huge cock began to stiffen, getting even longer and thicker.
"Oh, it will be perfect for you." Madame Illusia stepped back, and the audience gasped as white and black hair began to spread over the young man's body. He shuddered and twisted as his body expanded, falling forward onto the forelegs and hooves of a zebra.
Nate, watching from close by, rumbled in his throat and licked his lips, then shook his head violently and backed away.
"He makes you hungry, doesn't he, Nate?" Madame Ilusia grinned as the zebra's ears went back, eyes showing white all around. It made barking whickers and grunts of distress. She looked at the zebra and then made a circling motion in the air. Behind the zebra, a strange opening appeared in midair. It looked like the projection of a National Geographic picture of the plains of Africa, but the grass moved and hot air scented with dust, sweat, and urine wafted out. There was a thundering sound, and then a herd of zebra passed close by the opening.
The zebra looked back and took a few steps, then halted. Nate did the same thing. Both animals shook themselves and looked confused. Madame Ilusia explained "They have the full instincts of the beasts they now are. The lion wants to hunt and the zebra wants to run. Only the strength of their human identities can keep them from giving in."
A few seconds later, the zebra spun and bolted through the hole, galloping to join the safety of the herd. Nate lunged after but caught himself, trembling with the effort. Madame Illusia frowned in annoyance. The timid fellow chose to show his strength at the wrong moment. She took a step to be next to him and said "You wanted to experience change. This is a total change of life." The lion trembled, but did not move.
Oh, bother. Madame Illusia sent a small jolt of magic through Nate's skull that gave his lion self just a little more control, and the beast snarled and prang suddenly, giving chase into the African veldt. She smiled in satisfaction as the zebra herd continues to gallop off, pursued not only by Nate but several lionesses that he would find were his mates. Nate would have to adjust to his new life, for the lion was in control. Before long, Nate the human would fade away and all that would be left was the powerful, dangerous beast.
The young man who had been the zebra had been so much easier - he was weak willed, and the animal nature had taken him over easily. Oh, he knew who he was and who he had been, but the zebra was so much stronger. The young man would fade even faster than Nate - assuming he lived long enough.
The portal snapped shut and vanished as the zebras thundered away, chased by the pride of hunting lions. The audience blinked in confusion, unsure of what they had seen. She had tweaked their memories, and now they remembered some sort of impressive illusion that showed a distant land. Applause started up and got stronger.