Palador takes her place beside Galla, turning back around to face the last two human members of her family. Snaking an arm around Galla's waist, Galla smiles at her, grinning her rows of fangs as she responds with her clawed hand upon Palador's heart shaped ass, giving her a squeeze.
The wicked queen Beth steps forward, walking between their two tables as she glances between them. "Hm... I think it'd be more fun to let Garon see the last of his family torn away to a new life. Anders honey, lemme go make a cocktail for you."
The king groans, still dripping with his and Palador's sexual juices, he looks over to her pleadingly. "NO! Please Beth, if there is any decency in your soul, spare my line!" Garon yells. "Anything to me, just-"
"SILENCE!" Beth cuts him off, smiling.
"Your line will continue. After all, I need a king on my arm, and it was Anders originally who rejected my polite invite for which you all are here for." She turns back to her work.
Anders spits on the ground beside him, "Because you are an evil ugly bitch is why. I'd die before I please you."
Beth smiles as she draws out a golden beaker, smelling it. "Well, lets fix one of those traits then shall we?" With a grin, she downs the potion for herself, wiping her lips with her arm, the pudgy woman smiling as he sets the potion to the side.
Crimson magic begins to float around her, edging around her body. She lets out a soft croon. "Oooo it tickles.." Beth's skin appears to glow, her chest heaving with excitement. Her skin darkens as brown fur begins to grow in all over her arms, her body lengthening, growing taller as her gut seems to vanish. She quickly pulls her arms from her royal robes, quickly untying her undergarments, her fingernails turning black as the fur turns into a short layer, her build already back to an average figure, but she continues to beautify, her girth seeming to reappear, in her chest as her breasts begin to expand. She rubs her hands up her belly up to her breasts as she grips them together, biting her lip and moaning in delight as they continue to grow. Passing a C cup, they continue to swell until stopping on a DD size, her nipples poking through her fur. She admires her long legs, still squeezing her own breasts as she lets out a sigh of pleasure, her hair lengthens, eyeing a lock of her hair by her face, growing crimson red and gaining a wonderful curl, falling down to the small of her back. Her eyes look to her nose, where her mouth begins to push out into a muzzle, her teeth sharpening into fangs. Her ears move to the top of her head, poking out from her hair as they begin to grow, growing larger into receptive dishes, capable of hearing supersonic waves, as her head completes into an anthromorphic bat face. Finally, the finishing touch, as she feels the gentle magic sensation reach her backside, her shoulderblades shift, and suddenly from her back new bones appear, growing outwards and downwards as well as her leather wing webbing appears, a bit different then a bat's as they are free from her arms, but they have little claws on the 'elbow' all the same. The last transformation occurs in her long legs, as her feet suddenly change, she gains a few inches of height when her feet allow her to balance on the ball of her feet and toes, her heel off the ground, doesn't seem to waver as all.
She closes her eyes, sliding her hands down her luscious new body, running a finger along her womanly lips as she lets out a soft cry of pleasure, she leans down to her old clothes, drawing out her necklace and some jewelry, also donning some black leather fingerless gloves that extend to her elbows, as well as a necklace like piece of jewelry that fits around her waist, a crimson ruby hanging just above her groin and just below her naval. "Oooohhh yes, mommy likes." Beth says, her voice is so much more silky, yet all the same sinister tone, she looks back to Anders and Garon, she picks up a few vials she also made for Anders.
Sitting on his table, she runs a clawed hand across his cheek. "Bet you are having second thoughts about rejecting me now boy. Evil or not you want me, I can tell." She giggles, setting the case of vials in her lap, reaching her other claw down to his cock as she strokes it gently with the back of her hand, watching it quiver and grow firm. "Oh yes you like that... but first your change. What should we do..."