"Very well, her body will now be turned into something more, pleasing.~" The witchdoctor smiled wickedly as she loomed over Texas with a new look in her eyes. One like a predator about to go for the kill. The weasel tried to shake free of her bindings, desperately doing her best to break free as if she could destroy the chair with her back and elbows. But before she could even get a chance to test out her theory, Abra's long tail wrapped around her prey's hair and pulled, forging a pained groan from the weasel's gagged mouth.
Texas then could feel the panties being pulled from her mouth, instinctively choking and rubbing her tongue against her teeth to get rid of that vile taste. As she did so she felt a hand go around her muzzle and forced it open, pouring in a slick blue liquid. Her first thought was to spit it out but the cool touch of this odd, almost fizzy sweet liquid was a sincere relief to her tastebuds, encouraging her to swallow the potion eagerly like it was a refreshing mellow cola. The sheriff tried to keep her eyes open, wanting to stay as alert as possible in this den of treachery but her body just felt so relaxed. Did she regret drinking the potion? It was hard to tell by the tired expression on her face. But then, the moment it felt like nothing was going to happen, she felt a strong tingle inside her stomach, making her twitch and wriggle around while the audience started to gap. It felt like the chair was closing in around her waist and that her chest was getting heavy. But then she noticed, the binds around her wrists and ankles felt loose! She could break free!
Without hesitation she pulled her wrists out of the ropes with only a few seconds of struggling, getting up only to suddenly loose balance and fall back into the chair with a light push from the witchdoctor. Then Texas could see the cause of her lack of balance, the reason why her bindings felt loose and why the thugs and low lives were now making catcalls at her.
Her boobs had somehow swollen to J sized milk jugs but the feeling wasn't unpleasant. It was almost scarily delightful and, in its own way, like having someone on top of her, snuggling her warmly. Her handscouldn;t help but feel themselveves rubbing the fur of her large new mounds, the touch sending ripples of pleasure through the sheriff's body. That's when she realized. Her hands were on her fur. Her shirt was cut open by Abra's claws when she pushed her! All the people in this tavern were staring at her rubbing her naked breasts!
Texa's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was going on, trying to get up but she then realized that her ankles felt loose too! One quick look confirmed her suspisions. Her hips were widening as her figure became more waspish with her shins and thighs looking a lot more shapelier, thicker, and more muscular too! The sherrif gasped in even more surprise as her fingers ran along her hips. they were definetly wider by at least three inches more than before and her but felt like it was practically gonna tear her trousers appart by the seams! She had to get out of here!
But by the time she managed to get up and loosen her belt, a quick flash of light flew by her trousers before they were ripped to shreds by Abra's claws, forcing Texas to try to desperately in vain cover herself, her face turning as red as a tomato will the crowd pointed and laughed at her misfortune, some even taking pictures as she tried to run off the stage, only to have two rat gals grab her by the arms and pull her back to the centre of the stage. She tried to throw them off of her but her new feminine figure was a lot less powerful and Texas could feel it, unable to say a word as she realized that now the simplest thug that she would arrest daily could now overpower her. Her mind was screaming but her body still felt like it was practically moaning in pleasure. She just couldn't shake this feeling even as the rats began to slide their hands along her new plump ass and breasts, squeezing her nipples and forcing her to groan in unwanted levels of lust through her now fuller looking lips. The sheriffs face was softer too, almost good enough to pass off as a beauty model even without any makeup. There was no hint of the tough crime fighting warrior left on her body.
Abra simply smiled at her handiwork while the rat thugs began to rub their hands along the sheriff's thighs, relishing in her humiliation while noting that this sheriff was a lot easier to handle. And Texas could sense what they were all thinking as they looked at her naked state. These girls were now thinking of all the ways they could 'play' with her for decades to come.
"I am glad you enjoyed da show. Da spirits too are pleased with your new look sheriff. You'd give even give da girls at da L'Odeur Séduisante a run for their money. Maybe you'll be living there as da, how you people call it, da 'new girl' once you've finished your performance as da town's new bimbo.~" The witchdoctor scoffed with a almost mockingly gentle touch as she untied Texa's ponytail, letting her long black hair flow freely and bounce to the rhythm of the rat girl's touch.
"Nngh....I swear I-ll-Ooouh…. I'll send each and every one of you into jail!" The helpless and weakened curvy weasel tried to threatened between moans in a vain attempt to gain control of the situation. But it only made the thugs flood the room in hysterical hyena like laughter, some even falling off their chairs while tears came down the sheriff's face. There was no way she could fight. Her body's new libido was practically on overcharge! Even the slightest touch on her fur was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was at their mercy. No matter how much her mind screamed otherwise.
"Now sheriff. No need to be rude. Maybe you should learn to SERVE more than protect. What does da audience think? Da spirits are feeling generous today! Do you wish to have her mind as it is? Or for her to get one more, in line with her now assets?" Abra called out with an arm raised to the crowd, placing the sheriff's fate once again in their hands. It was almost like she was conditioning the law enforcer, letting her remember who exactly was in charge.
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