Paris Hilton

Rich, powerful, Paris Hilton would be perfect.

Francis always had fantasies about her; in fact he had built a shrine to her in closet. He hurried to the shrine to get as many pictures of her as he could find.

He was so excited when he got back that he almost dropped the pictures into the fire on the stove.

He set them down and went through them and there was one he liked of her in an elegant pink dress and another where she was with Venus Williams and he though that that would be an unbelievable show. Paris and Venus. As he though about Paris and Venus getting it on, he accidentally dropped the picture in. Francis didn't know what would happen if two pictures were put in so he so stupidly tried to get it back. He reached in to grab it but wasn't quick enough and the burning sensation on his fingers told him so.

"Yeaouch!" cried Francis as he retracted his fingers almost instantly. It was too late. The picture fell in. The brew stuck to his hands, burning his fingers and he couldn't shake it off. It started to become like a second skin slowly creeping up his fingers and onto his hand. It looked like the scene in the Matrix where Neo touched the mirror and the liquid enveloped him.

He tried to throw the pot off of the stove but ended up knocking it over onto the stove and the liquid spilled into the stove, ran down the oven and onto the floor.

As the potion began to cover more of his arm, he could feel waves of magic surrounding him.

The puddle of cooling goo on the floor began to bubble and pop as it began to coalesce into a form on the floor. The form was vaguely beginning to look human.

By now the potion has crept up his arm and was spreading out towards his chest. He tried to brush it off but it stuck to his other hand and began to cover him more rapidly.

As it covered his head and began to flow into his mouth he tried to scream but it was silenced. He felt he wouldn't be able to breathe. Panic was setting in.

Francis was never one to handle situations well so he ran screaming silently up to his room, leaping over the fully human sized magical mass on the floor of the kitchen.

By now his entire body was covered except for his eyes, but he could feel the substance getting closer. As it crept to his eyes, he tried holding them shut to keep out the magical potion, but it was to no avail. The brew seeped into his eyes between his eyelids and when he opened his eyes, all he could see was hazy distortion.

He felt his body being pulled and distorted. At first it was an inner feeling, like his guts were being pushed aside. Then his chest began to swell into two fleshy lumps. He felt his cock start to recede into his groin and his balls were sucked up deep into his belly.

Externally he felt thinner, and lighter. He could feel the bones in his body adjusting their shape and his hips began to widen. He could feel his hair lengthen on his head, but recede on his back, arms and legs.

Francis always was a hairy son-of-a-bitch.

Francis’ head was spinning and his panic overcame him. He passed out.