The hunger within her grows stronger and stronger, urging Belle's kitten body to suck harder and faster from its mother's teat (formerly its husband). Despite the utter sense of revulsion, the urge to feed is like an incredible thurst that cannot be satisfied. He must feed, and he must grow. Quite remarkably, the teat seems to have an infinate supply of milk, which is almost freely flowing into Belle's waiting mouth. Certainly magic is at work.
Princess, lying on her back while each of her mammaries is occupied by the suckling of her kittens, is too overcome by pleasure for her human mind be bothered by thoughts of regret. No, in fact, this is by far the most pleasurable experience she has ever felt! Much better than any sex she had had with her wife as a human, and certainly better than her recent matings with the male cats... the tugging on each of her incredibly sensitive nipples, and the unnatural flow of milk is like multiple orgasms all at once, and neverending. Like continuous orgasm, along all points down her belly. She lifts her head to the ceiling, her long tongue lolling in and out of her open maw. *MURRRRRRRRRRR*
All the while Belle continues to suckle. She sucks and sucks at the generous teat, not noticing that her body is rapidly getting larger, with muscles expanding around her ever-growing skeleton.
Queen Beth watches with amused interest. Her magics have ensured that Princess enjoys this stage of her motherhood and that there is plenty of milk to feed all of her kittens. Belle, especially, needs great quantities of milk to provide the nutrients and mass necessary for his accellerated development. Beth grins. Moments ago where there was a newborn kitten, there is now a full-grown cat awkwardly latched on to his mother's belly.
The thirst suddenly gone, Belle looks up at Beth and gives off a confused "meow." Could this really be happening?, her mind thinks.
Beth smiles. "You see, I am not so cruel as to seperate a wife from her husband. The two of you shall supply me with many kittens." Beth snaps her fingers, inducing one final adjustment to Belle's new form.
Belle's mind is suddenly flooded with thoughts of mating and copulation. A warmth and tugging at her crotch indicates the feline penis' exit from its protective furry sheath. Conscious within the cat's mind, Belle cries in dread and disgust, but her body's needs are overriding. The cat looks at the female, down on the floor and obliviously nursing her kittens.
*growl* He must have her!