Grinning maliciously, the evil queen Beth strolls over to Garon. "Here darlin, you look parched. Drink up now." Tilting a vial of magically enchanted liquid down his throat, she holds his nose shut while Garon tries to gurgle and spit it up, but to no use. Coughing he swallows the liquid, his body trembling as he fears the fate they have in store for him.
Galla giggles, staring at her father's terrified reaction as she waits for the transformation to begin. For a few agonizing minutes nothing happens visibly, but just as Garon begins to hope maybe the concoction was harmless, he feels a churning in his stomach as his skin tingles with magical energy. A growth begins to tremble on his back, his spine tickling as it lengthens slowly, the tickling turning to pain as he has to raise his hips to allow the naked long tail pushing its way out come out, an ugly pink one like Galla's at first. He can barely raise his head to watch, but on his chest he sees his muscles firming up, regaining the tone of his youth. His bronzing skin however continues to darken, the hairs on his arm darkening to a jet black and multiplying all up his hands and shoulders to his chest. A luxurious coat of black fur growing, his hair matches the color, his long human mane becoming thick and silk smooth. He lets out a still human yell of agony as his mouth fills with his own blood as fangs force all of his human teeth out, spitting them out.
For a moment, the pain awoke a feeling in Garon, his strength bolstering, he closes his eyes. 'Now is my chance..' he thinks to himself. As Beth and Galla's eyes are both drawn to his cock, which despite having little rigidity at the moment, is swelling longer as a sheathe envelops it, his balls growing exponentially larger. With a gutteral yell, Garon suddenly lunges forward, yanking on the chains. Belle leaps out of range in shock, while Galla's ears perk up as she stands in alarm. Garon is able to rip his chains from their anchors, standing before them, his body growing taller by the minute, already a foot taller then before. "I will not be a pawn of yourrrowwwwrrr.." he says as his last words as his tongue turns into a feline tongue, his vocal chords changing to that of a panther's.
Unfortunately for Garon, the energy of the change drained him more then he realized, he sways on his feet, and suddenly his ankles grow until he is standing on the balls of his feet instead, his back suddenly creasing forward to give him a more hunched stance, sending him sprawling on the floor before them. Beth chuckles, kneeling by his head. "What a naughty boy, trying to fight it. You need to be good for mommy or else you won't get any treats." She reaches down and scratches him behind his now perfectly formed ears, pointed and furred, her other hand rubbing his throat as his muzzle presses out, more fangs filling his maw. Garon purrs for a moment at the touch before his sanity returns, snapping his jaw at her lower hand. Beth recoils and giggles again as she stands.
Groaning, Garon places a hand, which he sees now as a fully formed claw, large and with scythe like nails on the ground before him. Trying to stand he falls again, getting up right on the second try as he feels out his hunches stature, he glares at the evil women watching him, but his nose is then completed as the final step of his transformation to panther man. The assault of scents disorients him, but one strongly points him in her direction, the scent of the womenly juices, most particularily the only other feline one in the room, Palador's catching his gaze. Subconsciously licking his lips he eyes the lioness. No! Wait, thats his son! He cannot think of her... HIM in such a way! But just a smell wouldn't hurt...