You look down at the ornate brass spiral staircase descending into the
dark depths of the basement. The metal steps echo as your heel
impacts each step. The staircase wobbles slightly but seems solid
enough. You wonder what sort of pet precious might be. The old
woman's odd expression chilled you to the bone.
You shake off your creeped out feelings. You plunge eagerly down the
staircase just to get away from the old woman. Precious is probably a
big slobbery dog, and will be a relief from the weird old woman.
You feel your belt getting tighter, and your arms and legs seem to be
stiffening. You feel something bunching up in your shorts. You're
starting to sweat like a pig. It's awfully warm as you descend the
staircase.
When you get to the bottom of the stairs instead of a dog. You are
surprised to see a beautiful young woman clad only in a pink towel.
Around her neck is a red rubber collar with the name Precious
imprinted on it. She smiles a Mona Lisa smile at you. Licks her lips
and then smiles showing her pearly whites. Her smile is too wide, and
her teeth are too sharp. Her smile grows wider and her teeth
pointier. You notice that she's getting hairier and bigger.
"You're a werewolf?" you gasp.
Your clothing seems way too tight. Your top two buttons pop off your
shirt.
As she changes her sweet alto soprano voice deepens to a low growly
bass, "And you're becoming my werepig lunch."
Yikes!