I was already close to home when I made the wish, and when I was just outside the door I heard rumbling and a scream. When I opened the door I saw what caused it.
"Ahh Jon! The horseshoe! It's cursed! Take it off, take it off." Mom screamed. She lay on the floor struggling with her feet, her shoes torn and tattered to the side. She was grabbing at her toes, or what is remaining of them. They fused together as I watched them, the horseshoe charm pressing against the newly forming hoof and glowing red hot.
"Help me, please" Mom cried and I kneeled infront of her to grab and pull away the horseshoe, but I couldn't even touch it, so hot. In tears Mom asked why this what happening to her and I could only think of one thing. Only horses wear horseshoes. I caused this to happen.
While I was lost in thoughts of guilt the change continued. Not only one foot had become a hoof, the other apparently did as well. It even had a second horseshoe nailed to it. Now there were hairs growing up from the heel and foot upwards. The feet also stretched giving it overall a more horsehoof like appearance. "Aghh, my fingers. Now it's my hands. Jon, do something! Call a doctor, no a priest! Aghh" she screamed at me, shaking her thickening fingers at me. The nails were growing over the cups of her fingers and it looked like the hand for turning into hooves too.
I pulled the stone from my pants. "I wish my mother would not be growing hooves". The stone didn't react. While I waited for any kind of reaction my Moms fingers continued their change. Pinky finger fusing with ring finger and the middle finger fusing with the index finger. "Aghh, too tight. My pants are cutting into me. You have to take them off Jon!" she screamed again and rolled onto her stomach. Her butt had grown and the hairs from the legs had already reached the hips. I grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled them down, revealing her straining panties close to ripping underneath. I pulled her pants all the way off and tried for another wish, absolutely desperate at this point. My mom can't be turning into a beast. "I wish my mom wasn't turning into a complete animal!" I cried into the stone.
This time it glowed, but the changes didn't seem to slow down. Except her hands, which already had already become complete hooves at this point. They seperated again out into the previous state with three thick fingers, capped with big nails. "Ungh, this is wrong. Jon, this is so bad. Help" my Mom groaned desperately. With her regained dexterity she pushed a finger into her panties pulled outwards, easily snapping the elastic that held them together.
I wanted to look away, but something kept me from watching on with morbid curiosity and absolute dread. The hairs had spread all around her pelvis and privates. A tail began growing from her backside, the butthole below puckering up as it grew into bestial proportions. The surrounding flesh of her vagina darkened and become thick and leathery. What I guessed to be her clit enlarged enough to crown her now inhuman genitals.
While I was fastinated and disgusted with my fastionation of the change to my mothers unmentionables, she still cried. The cries and sobs turned a different pitch. The fur form her hands had reached all the way up her arms to her neck and the one from below had covered her entire chest. She was still wearing her shirt, but hair crept out the top coating her neck. That's what was causing the pitch change.
I held her newly 3-digited hand tightly while we cried together. The stone was discarded by now and lay to the side. I didn't think I could do anything to revert this fate anymore. "Hhii, it's coming for my face. My beautiful face." the tears streaming down her cheeks in amplyfing what was happening. Her nose and mouth were pushing out into a muzzle, her ears moving up her head and enlarging. The fur on the back of her neck became longer and formed a very slight mane as it reached for her normal hair.
And then it was done. My mother, naked from the waist down, lay there on the kitchen floor and cried a bestial cry as I lay next to her, holding her hand. What had I done to her? Could I fix this? How would we ever return to a normal family?
