Queen Beth laughed as King Garron looked at his poor wife with abject horror in his eyes. "You monster!" he cried. "Change her back!"
Queen Beth giggled. "Your daughter's a dragoness, your sons are are a sow and a whore respectively, and now you ask me to change someone back?"
"Please!" begged King Garron. "If there's any human mercy and compassion in you at all, give me a way to break the spell!"
Queen Beth regarded herself. "Hmm, human mercy and compassion. Nope, can't find any of it here. But," she adding, smiling devilishly, "if there were a cruel way to break the spell, would you be interested?"
"Anything..." breathed King Garron.
She giggled. "Well, every curse has to have a way to break it. It's part of the rules of these things. I've tried to have my wizards find away around this pesky defect, but they've informed me it's just the natue of the beast, so to speak--can't have a curse without an escape clause. But I've found two ways around that." She grinned evilly. "The first is that I don't tell folk what will break the curse. The second is that I make the breaking something most folk would find morally icky." She giggled again.
"What is it?" asked the king.
"Well," said Queen Beth, "since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. Your wife must be schtupped--unwillingly--by her one true love. In either hole or both. And may the gods strike me dead if I lie."
King Garron exhaled. "To swear such an oath, it must be the truth."
"Indeed." Queen Beth continued to grin. "But I also said 'unwillingly.' But she's unconscious right now, and either orifice will do."
King Garron considered the unconscious monster that was his wife.
"If she allows it, it won't work." Queen Beth smirked. "Termed of the curse."
"You evil, evil woman."
Queen Beth chuckled. "Yes, I pride myself on that. But go to it. Once that spell is broken, I shant enchant her again. Though I'd like to see your explanations after that."
"Belle will forgive me," King Garron breathed softly, then unhitched his belt and proceeded to his wife's enormous inviting monstrous pussy. Fitting his penis inside was easy, and even easier as some accursed freakish enchantment made the pussy begin to suck his member like a monstrous toothless mouth, massaging it wonderfully. At the same time, King Garron found some strange feeling come inside him and his penis slipped out of the enlarged pussy, too small to stay inside, though that was doubly amazing because it was now over two feet long, and was also in fact two penises!
Both the anus and the pussy then sucked him in, and it as all that he could do to disengage himself, finding that both members had grown another foot and had split in two again, leaving him with four penises dragging the ground while his poor wife remained unchanged and evil Queen Beth giggled and giggled.
"You fiend!" he cried. "You lied!"
"No," Queen Beth said, giggling, "I said the spell could only be broken by her one true love schtupping her unwilling cunt or anus. You did the later, but you're not the former. I don't doubt that you love her, but that's more as the mother of your children and your partner for many years, not as the fabled 'one true love' she never got because of the arranged marriages we nobility have to deal with." She giggled some more. "And you also found the other enchantment I put on her, but to help you, let's give you some arms to match those." She waved her hand and King Garron found his arms growing longer and more monkeylike, then split, dividing into two sets of arms, and then divided again, giving him four sets of arms, eight arms total." Queen Beth giggled. "Now at least you can masturbate, since with cocks like that, you're unlikely to find a woman to take you, except for you wife. And you've seen what happens when you schtupp her."
"You fiend!" King Garron cried.
"And your speech is tiresome and repetetive, so we might as well change that as well." She flicked her fingers and King Garron howled in anger, his screech rising higher, more like a monkey than a man. "Oh yes," said Queen Beth, "I think a mandril's head would be becoming, and maybe purple fur to match. An eight-armed four-cocked purple-furred mandril would be the perfect thing to pimp his monstrous wife to the perverted rubes who'd patronize a carnival freak show and want to schtupp the monstrous Belle, don't you think? And if I know you, you'll do it too, because no matter how many farm boys you leave with multiple giant cocks from schtupping your wife, you'll never know which one might be her one true love who can break the spell and restore her to normality." Queen Beth grinned. "Do you want to take bets on whether she then runs off with her one true love, or remains and stays true to the eight-armed purple mandril who's been whoring her for years."
King Garron shrieked, waving his arms as guards restrained him, then spraying purple cum from his multiple cocks.
Queen Beth giggled. "I haven't even told you what effect your cum will have on folk who taste it, but I'll leave that as a surprise, and likewise the way to break your own curse. Though I'm certain you won't like it either."
She waved imperiously. "Guards, take these two away and sell them to a freak show!"