The King, now Gayla, felt weird in his, or well, her new body. She tried to concentrate on trying to help to
get herself and her family out of the misery caused by the witch. As she bowed down before her, a strange
feeling of heat flooded into Gaylas mind. "I thought it would be nice to give you something to distract
yourself from making any revenge plans. To help yourself to accept your new role to serve me!", the witch
snickered. The heat quickly turned into desire, when images of naked men began entering her head, penetrating
her brain, penetrating...suddenly Gayla's mind was took over by the need of being the wench for many men, to
serve them..."Feels nice, doesn't it? I forgot to tell you that you new duties also include serving my sexual
desires. Your mind will collapse and accept your new role as soon you give in to your feelings.", the witch
laughed. "I...will never...give in...I am....*moan*....the king...your foul magic will not...mess...with my
mind.", Gayla struggled to answer. "Well, from what I see, you're a rather plain looking, long braided maid in
a tattered linen dress. Speaking of clothes, I agree that your outfit does fit a milk maid or a common whore,
but I'll make it more royal!". Gayla wanted to respond, but was interrupted by a sudden draft of cold air on
her now naked body, as the dress disappered. Her braid hung down to her waist and she looked down at her body,
feeling bad about the things to come. "Let's get you some decent underclothes", Beth said. Gayla felt a
tightening sensation in her hairy loin area as tight crotchless panties appeared. "Stop this, I demand...",
Gayla was interrupted by her lungs being compressed by a lace and leather corset that was tightened by Beth's
magic, pushing out her wide hips even more and pressing up her saggy breasts that looked as big as watermelons
from the vedgetable faire now. "I knew you'd like it! And now something to catch your juices", the witch said
as Gayla struggled to breathe. Out of nothing a long velvet skirt appeared on her legs, covering her panties
as well. And suddenly the images came back to her mind and moisture started to seep out of her vagina, as she
felt the heat concentrating on her nether regions. Beth noticed how Gayla struggled to keep her mind sane.
"Just give in! Think of the pleasures you could experience if you just touch yourself and explore your new
body! Or maybe you prefer to serve your family? " the witch asked as Gayla moaned to keep her composture.
Slowly the images of men were mixed with images from Buttercup. "I'd love to make you like to milk your
daughter to accept your new role as my nymphomaniac milk whore" Beth laughed wickedly als she read Gaylas
mind. The witch snapped her fingers and Gayla found herself in the royal stables next to Gaylas former
daughter, now a cow. Even though Gayla wanted to stop, her hands were moved by the witch's magic to her former
daughters udder, milking her teats and slowly arousing herself more and more as she squirted out milk out of
the udder. Is Gayla able to stop the pleasure attacks to her mind to prevent being Beth's horny medieval milk
maid whore?