Princess Galla's breathing quickened and sweat shone on her naked body as she writhed within her bonds, grinding herself against the cold examining table she was chained to in a vain attempt to escape the burning heat building up within her helpless body.
"Ohhh," she moaned, sobbing. "It hurts... Oh!" She cried out as the flesh on her chest began to shift and change. six new nipples formed on her chest, the regular skin turning into erectile tissue, which lost no time in becoming erect, aroused by the danger of her forced situation, of the doom of beasthood that Galla did not want but could not escape.
"Hmm, lots of nipples," mused Galla, still stroking herself, watching the change. "Some kind of mammal, then. But what kind? A bitch? Perhaps a pussy?"
"OHHH!" moaned Galla throatily. "OHHH... NO MORE! PLEASE! AAAIIGH!" Her new nipples slowly shifted into small breasts, which began to swell in size until they caught up to the size of her original pair. Then, all eight of her breasts began to get bigger... and bigger... and bigger. Soon, eight huge tits bounced and jiggled against each other with every one of her thrashings and useless struggles against her chains. Everyone could hear the popping and snapping of joints and bones in the screaming princess' body as it readied itself for the more extreme changes.
"AAAIIEEEE!!! NO!!! NOOOO!!!" Her ears had already grown larger, poking out from her hair, and she writhed strangely, as if trying to thrust her hips outward from the table. The reason was soon clear... a fleshy tail was emerging inch by slow inch out from just above her rear end, the sound of her spine lengthening causing her family to wince in dismay. It grew longer, and longer, and longer.
"Hmmm. That's definitely no dog's tail," said Beth. "A cat, maybe? You catty little thing? Or... no... it can't be..." The queen suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, rubbing her own exposed vagina harder, as the tail tapered at the end, at a length of four feet. "You're a RAT! A dirty little rat!"
"No,,," panted Galla, "Please... please, I don't... AH! Want to bea.. Ah... AH... AAAHHHH!" she threw her head back, slamming it against the table as her front teeth lengthened and thickened in her skull, becoming the teeth of a rat. Her hands and feet spasmed as claws grew in, her feet lengthening, lower legs shortening with a series of loud cracks, leaving her lower body, tail, clawed legs, and all, like an unholy combination of human woman and rat.
Her whole body shivered, and Galla knew that the end was coming. She couldn't hold it back any more. "Mommy... Daddy... I'm sorry... I can't... it's in my head... I want to..." Fur began to grow across her body, growing across her arms and legs, across her belly, lightly across her exposed, glistening womanhood and across her eight huge, bouncing breasts as she gasped and panted. "I... want to... FUCK!" she thrusted her hips out to meet the penis of an imaginary rattish lover as the beast-spirit finally consumed her brain, putting her deep in heat, desperate to become hugely pregnant with millions of rats, to see her own belly swell, to be mounted by a wererat. Slowly, achingly, her head distorted and crunched as it took the shape of a female rat's.
It was over. The female wererat snapped its bonds easily with its strength and lifted one of its large breasts to its mouth with one hand while it stroked its desperate pussy with the other. "Thank you, my queen," Princess Galla said in a bestial, sultry tone, "For freeing my true self."
"You are welcome, slave," answered the Queen. "Lick me off."
Her family cried in despair as their daughter serviced the evil queen who did this to her. They could not believe that their sweet little girl was now an evil wererat.
"What would you... oooh... like to do, my horny... mmmh... little rat?" asked Beth to the creature as it pleasured her.
"My queen, with your permission, I wish to go spread my curse. I can share the beast within me with others. I must make males to mate with me, and females to share my wonderful life!"
"Hmmmm," Beth pondered. "I would like to see you... share this gift. Perhaps you could demonstrate on one of the guards? Or on your dear family? Or... hmmm... perhaps you could share it with me? I see no reason why the whole kingdom should not be wererat breeders... it would be a far easier and more fun kingdom to rule than one of humans... hmmm..." Beth considered, liking the idea of herself as a queen of savagely mating beasts...