“I know what to do with you.” Meredith chuckled, pacing around the suspended, immobile Nicola. “This should be entertaining.” She added under her breath.
Something, like the feeling of being stretched in all directions enveloped Nicola once the witch waved her arm again, still pacing around her to admire her handiwork. Being unable to even see what was happening to her serving to increase Nicola’s rising panic as she tried, and failed, to move something, anything.
Prickling spreading over her limbs, her torso, her face. A face that cracked painfully, audibly, the lower half forced forwards. Another painful pulling at the base of her spine, stretching out. As this happened, her vision - something she still had - changed, the field of view so widened, but a spot at the very front-most portion so hard to make out. But it did allow her a good look at her outstretched arms revealing just how brown they had become, not only that, but the layer upon layer of heavy muscle packing onto it, extremely black ends at the tips of the digits.
“Very good.” Meredith laughed from behind her, something very different about her voice setting Nicola on edge, different pitch, raspy.
And as she came back into view, it became clear. Skin replaced with green scales, nails now black claws, no hair atop her head which sported a very reptilian snout, a longish thick tail that swayed with each step. Massive mammaries that seemingly held up with no support, the magic? Defined muscles completing the package of the very inhuman-looking Meredith. Had she been able to, Nicola would be hyperventilating from all this now!
“I did say spending time in another form can be enriching, freeing, did I not?” She asked Nicola rather rhetorically, clawed hand squeezing one enormous breast in full view of her.
Was that her true form!? Or just one she wanted to take at this time? Her inability to move at all kept her from asking as she lost all sensation from her feet, the legs changing shape.
“You should be done now, I’ll let you stand.” Meredith hissed, a wave settling Nicola down, but still restricted in motion.
But enough to see the brown fur over her body, the long muzzle, black hair that was more mane-like given how far down her muscle-crammed neck it went, the black tail and hoofed feet. And just how insanely loaded with heavy muscle and boob she’d become. Legs not quite able to point straight down anymore, and biceps that could crush rocks if she wished, and could.
“Excellent.” Meredith complimented her own act. “Now, follow me.” She instructed with a hand wave.
Seemingly acting on their own, her legs carried her massive one-hundred-twenty-six inch powerhouse of muscle and boob through the mercifully large enough doorway to first a long wide tunnel, and then a large oval room. From what she could see, it had a somewhat symmetrical design of four tunnels to adjoining rooms on each of the shallow curves, while this central oval contained a large open-plan kitchen dining area on one side, masses of living space on the other end, massive full-height windows offering an impressive view of blue…
“Yes, welcome to life forty-four metres below the waves.” Meredith rasped, allowing Nicola to turn to see her strapping on the second of her two knee-height black leather boots, heels adding another three inches to her already substantial eighty-seven, before having her taken to where a large, wide, L-Sofa waited. “Take a seat, keep the legs spread wide.” She instructed, Nicola compelled to comply.
And noting with some relief - mixed with confusion - that it could support her bulk effortlessly, Meredith selecting a chair of her own to slouch back in, a leg draped over an armrest. Nicola knew she should still be panicking, still on the brink of losing it. But, it seemed as if she’d burned it all out now, questions too, only really able to stare numbly around.
“Much better.” Meredith seemed rather pleased at Nicola’s compliance this time, given the grin that revealed her dagger fangs. “Now, should I have you dance for me?” She moved on, vocally listing the things she desired of her.
“Or maybe dress you up first? Do a little striptease?” Her hand settled under her elongated jaw, thinking. “Suit? Dress? Overalls? Strip down, or rip off?”
“Maybe I could have you turned another halfway towards feral form? All the way? Or maybe, have you unload you bowels throughout the whole dance? I could make you do all that, after all.” She added with a cold laugh, really declaring how far she could take it if she so desired, even as one hand clenched over her own crotch at this statement, almost like she was holding something in.
“Then again, we could, just go straight to the more, intimate things.” She concluded before standing again to put on a deep navy-blue silken dressing gown (Wait, where had she got that from!?).
“All that said though, I, suppose I should at least give you the tour of my not-so-humble abode.” Meredith appeared to change the subject, moving to the windows separating them from the ocean. “But since you’ve been better behaved, I think I’m inclined to allow you a little something. Two questions.” She moved a little closer, Nicola becoming unnerved again.
“So, you’d best make them count.” Meredith warned, close enough to let her see her own impressive scaly cleavage. “I don’t give out luxuries like this often.”
Two questions? That was it? There were just too many she wanted to ask, too many to even begin to wonder about which two would be the most important. Wracking her brain to force it into action, exploring the possibilities. Where she was she had an idea about, the rest? Could come later. What Meridith was? Witch certainly, but not much else. James? She didn’t answer properly before, and doubted that she would. How long this would last? What else she could expect? When she could go home?
Finally, and as Meredith began to look impatient, she had her first question.
“You, y-you already s-said you were a witch. B-but, is that, the scales, the tail, the yellow eyes, is that, y-your real form?”