The family of King Garon was brought - bound and struggling - before Queen Beth. She was sitting upon the kings throne and eating candies from a dish made from the kings golden crown.
First was King Garon himself - tall and handsome, with dark hair and a regal beard.
Next was Queen Belle - a stately matron with long blond hair and proud barring.
Then Prince Ander - just as darkly handsome as his father, he'd refused Queen Beth's hand in marriage...thus starting the war.
Followed by Princess Galla - a raven haired beauty who was renown for her refusal to quietly accept the traditions of her position. She hunted, fenced and practiced archery, and was heard to have said that SHE should have led the army against Queen Beth.
Finally they brought young Prince Palador - Who was just as fair as his mother. Only 16, he was his mothers favorite and was very beloved by the kingdom.
Queen Beth popped another chocolate into her maw and giggled at the sight of the proud royal family. So many victims...so little time.
"Get this over with, you monster!" snapped Princess Galla.
"My sister is right..." Prince Ander said proudly. "Do your worst. You'll find that we aren't interested in watching you stuff your fat face!"
King Garon glared at her. "You disgrace the throne you sit in!"
Prince Palador spat at her. "Evil witch! A curse of you and all of your blood!"
"Your foulness is without equal, you horrid creature! Queen Belle hissed as she struggled to her feet.
Queen Beth yawned, then asked "Are you finished?"
No one had anything else to say.
"Fine. I had no problem with either you or your family, King Garon. I fell in love with your handsome Prince Ander, and he insulted me by not only refusing me...but calling he the great Sow of the World! I took offense to that..."
"And now...I take my revenge!"
Anders body began to swell, growing thick and barrel-like. His legs and arms shortened and moved further and further forward his torso, until her had to fall forward and stand on all fours. His fingers and toes turned black, fused, then became the trotters of a pig while his face pushed outward into a jutting snout with great, floppy ears at either side of his now bald head.
He tried to scream, but all that came out was the wild squeals of a frightened pig!
Then his hard edges softened and his bristly hide became softer and pinker. His massive pigs cock drew into his body, becoming a warm, wet slit. A row of ridiculously fat sow-teats formed along his underside, and his (now her) body grew hugely fat. The creature that was left was the biggest, fattest, prize-winning sow the world had ever seen!
"NO!"
"Ander?"
"My son!"
"You fiend!"
The sow stood with difficulty, looking confused, and asked in a very female voice "What...what did you do to me?"
Queen Beth smiled, and asked the sow "Do you know who you are?"
"No?"
"Then it's not important. Though you should have a name. I think I'll call you...Princess."
The sow grunted with pleasure "Oh, what a pretty name! Thanks your highness."
"Don't mention it, Princess. I'm calling you Princess because you're such a royal FEAST of a sow!"
The sow looked frightened. "Are...you going to eat me, your majesty?"
Beth smiled at her fear and shook her head. No, my fine porker. But...I am going to eat all your children."
The King roared and the Queen screamed, but Princess just giggled and said "That sound's wonderful, Mistress! I hope I provide you with many delicious meals!"
"Indeed you shall, Princess. You shall soon be taken to the royal pig farm, where you shall wallow in a sty for the rest of your life. Many boars shall mount you, and you will produce massive litters. The flesh of your piglets will decorate my tables for years!"
The sow was almost bursting with pride. "I shall be honored to provide food for you, my wonderful mistress!"
"No you wont, as I'm about to make you twice as stupid as any other sow. What YOU will do is grunt and wallow...and push out piglets for the rest of your very long life."
"Oh, Thank you, mistress! I hope...that...uh...*grunt-grunt*...*grunt*"
The eyes of the sow became particularly dull-witted as she started to waddle towards her Queen. Beth patted the massive creature on the head, then gestures to a man who'd been waiting by the fire. He pulled a branding iron out of the flames and branded the grunting sow with the coat of arms of the Prince she'd once been.
"There...that does it..." she said as the man poured cool water over the brand, quelling the sows distress. "The heirs of your bloodline shall provide bacon, sausage and ham for my table. And look...she's so happy!"
"You...MONSTER!!!" The king raged, but could do nothing as his former son was led of to his new life as Royal Pork Factory for the wicked Queen Beth!