Beth tilts her feline head, sniffing the air in confusion.
“Bethrrr?” Your voice is very husky, a human tone mixed with feline growls and rolling snarls. “What’s wrrrong?” Rippling warmth spreads throughout your body,
seeping deep into your bones.
The tigress before you blinks and settles onto all fours, watching you.
You feel a rumbling in your body, coupled with a soft wash of strength. A glance at your chest shows thickening stripes of black fur running along your breasts and
down your sides. You rub the downy growth with your enlarging hands, and feel the rumbling intensify. You’re purring!
A deep corner of your mind, sinking faster with each follicle of fur that grows upon you, pleads with you to stop. You push it gently into the mire of your human
self; nothing is as important as touching yourself, right now! The warmth intensifies as your entire body tingles and changes. You feel your ears lengthening, crawling
to the crest of your head through the thickening mane. Pressure at the base of your spine dulls the sweet agony of your reforming coccyx; your attention strays to
Beth’s magnificent tail, and you can’t wait to have one of your own.
Your petting becomes more urgent, and you rub the full patch of creamy orange fur that swells from your stomach. It blends seamlessly into the thick fur that is now
dampened with your juices. You lower a fully-clawed paw to your hot sex, and roar like the wild jungle beast you are as you quiver at your own touch. Static
becomes lightning, comfortable heat blazes to a raging inferno.
“RrrrI’m…in…heat!” You drop instinctively to your knees, bracing yourself on the ground with your right front paw. “Mustrrr…cum…” You work two, then three
thick fingers inside your tigress sex, growling and roaring with bestial abandon. Your body responds in kind, as your fur grows thicker and longer, coloring itself to
the patterns of your species. The powerful muscles of your tigress pussy contract and you snarl as you ride the wave of your first feline climax. You open your
mouth wide, and feel your small fangs lengthen and thicken as you roar in rapture at the first of many orgasms. Two bumps contort your chest, pulling themselves
slowly into two smaller mammaries. You feel pulled in two directions as both your spine and jaws stretch away from your body.
Beth’s ears perk up; she growls in anger at the sound of approaching men.
You are in near-constant orgasm now; you can’t stop pleasuring yourself, not until you finish becoming. The fur of your thighs is soaked with your lust as every
muscle tenses, every bone expands, and all your skin stretches. You grow in height and weight; you will stand almost nine feet tall when you rise, with speed and
might unimaginable by humans.
A contingent of warriors surrounds you both. Beth growls and slashes in their direction. The warning thrust of their spears is enough to hold back the tiger woman.
A lavish striped tail finishes its growth and thrashes wildly above your furry rump. You snarl in anguished delight as your face pushes itself into a full tigress’ muzzle.
You’ve changed even further than Beth had, become more feline than female, and you love it! Your body quivers in anticipation of a final climax, and a single truth
echoes through your hybrid mind.
Were-tigress.
One final orgasm expels your inner fire, and you roar as the beast you are. The afterglow is dizzying, though you squint through the haze to finally see the men that
surround you, spears at your throat. You growl, and see them part along the worn path you took from the palace.
A stately cloaked figure, easily ten feet tall and massive in build, walks silently toward you and Beth. His scant clothing not concealed by the thick black shroud is
golden and regal. He stops, surveying the two were-tigresses before him. You feel an undeniable attraction to the mysterious…male.
The hood turns in Beth’s direction. “I desire nothing from one so submissive,” he hisses, the voice as bestial as yours. “You belong to this jungle, but you shall not
rule over it.” In response, one of the warriors wraps a piece of leather around Beth’s throat. It clamps itself shut around her neck as she roars in anger. You
recognize it as one of the collars worn by the tigers inside the palace!
Beth growls in anger as she braces herself on all fours. Her fingers and toes quickly meld into full paws. Her mane blends seamlessly into the rest of her fur. Bones
and joints pop into place as the last of her human intellect fades from her eyes. The figure motions to his side, and the big cat obediently strolls to his strong hand.
He pets the tigress, eliciting purrs from the animal.
You wonder at his scent, like your own, but somehow more primal. He laughs, a resonant growl, and deftly casts away his cloak. A magnificent male were-tiger
stands before you, clad in royal accoutrements. A crown of purest gold and richest jewels rests atop his head, tilted slightly from the twitching of his ears. His ears
are pierced with gold, and fine jewelry dangles from his thick neck. Apart from the robe languishing down his back, he wears no clothes, nothing to conceal his
own rows of stiff nipples and large sheath, perched ominously above his massive furry sack. His warriors drop to their knees and bow in reverence to their king.
You feel yourself being hypnotized by his brilliant green eyes; your six nipples harden and your crotch fur is further saturated as you subconsciously purr.
“I am Xandu Khan,” he growls. “This land, this kingdom, belongs to me. Long have I searched for one whose fury could match my own. So many times, I have
found only weak women. You have shown me inner strength, cunning, and passion. You have proven yourself worthy of the greatest honor I can bestow.”
He snaps his furred fingers, and a servant runs to him, holding a silk pillow. Atop it rests a smaller golden crown, rich with treasure. Xandu Khan takes it gently in
his paws. “My magic has given you a new body. Now, I shall give you a new name to complement it. Once we are properly mated, you shall rule this land with me,
as my queen.”