"And now Queen Belle, it is your turn," Beth says, motioning toward Belle.
Belle falls over in pain, her boans cracking as her body shrinks. Moments later, all that is left is a tiny lump wriggling within Belle's crumpled garments.
Belle mews in confusion. Where am I? Why is it so dark? Oh God, I'm blind... I can't see!
Beth reaches within the clothes pulls out a tiny grey kitten by the nape of its neck. It mews in protest, essentially newborn and still blind.
"What a nice little kitty," she says, stroking its head. "that's a good boy. I'll take you to your mamma now." She carries the newborn male kitten to Princess, currently swarmed by the thirteen kittens fighting for rights to her limited number of nipples, and drops him amongst her new siblings.
Beth stokes the mother cat's back. "You take good care of your wife. He's the runt of the litter, so you may have to give her special attention to make sure she gets enough of your milk."
The little grey kitten mews in terror.