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The transforming human looks up at me in fear, her hands clamped over a mouth that just moments ago had spoken words that were not of her own mind, given voice to thoughts not her own. She whimpers as her face begins to shift beneath her hands. I chuckle at the sight as she tries to physically restrain her changes.

She tries to push her forming muzzle back into her face, to remain human. But she has a great deal of difficulty managing it, as her entire head seems to be shifting, altering, dividing. She moans through three throats, four eyes clenched shut, then six. Her neck elongates, becoming serpentine and sinuous.

Her head splits into three, her upper body widening to allow the trio of necks the proper space for comfort, becoming wider across, and thicker from front to back, her central head moved back a bit from the front two. The side heads are fully formed and draconic, lacking hair, but sporting bright red crests and long tapered horns.

The central head continues to change, growing horns and a frill to match the other two, though retaining it's hair. The left and right heads purr happily, they slip down to lap at the nipples of their growing breasts. One hand begins to caress their sex, delicately clawed fingertips sliding into a well lubricated snatch. The other massages a space beneath her right breast, where a second pair begin to swell into prominence.

The third head, the central one containing her original intellect, lashes from side to side, a panicked look on her face as her body no longer responds to her own wants and desires. The identical minds of the other two suppress the will of the one. I place my hand over the central head, black mist swirling around it, forming into a restraining muzzle. She can still control the central head from the neck up, I don't want her to be biting herself, or others.

The Hydrakin's three mouths moan loudly as their clit begins to swell. Rapidly growing, rapidly thickening, rapidly lengthening. In a few moments it has become a small, but recognizable cock. They lay back, their other hand moving downward to jerk off their new maleness.

A small tail snakes from their rump, soon reaching a proud four feet in length and acquiring the thick, powerful musculature common to dragons and lizards. Her lithe human form begins to thicken as well, her weak body rapidly strengthening with the power of draconic essence.

I lay down beside them, taking their second pair of breasts in my handpaws, helping to aid their pleasure. Their right head turns, pressing her lips up against my own, her tongue eagerly slipping into my mouth, curling around my own.

'I feel the texture of smooth scales appearing beneath my hands, spreading over their powerful body, a beautiful golden yellow on most of their body, and a deep red on the underbelly. They arch their back and cry out as huge draconic wings erupt from their shoulder blades, just as a jet of white, sticky cum erupts from their maleness.

Suddenly everything begins to fade, losing color, becoming darker. I can't help but close my eyes, everything becoming black, warm, tight, constrictive. It's increasingly difficult to breath, the air thick and hot. I struggle in the void, finding it so difficult to move. The a growl I lash out with my hand, pulling my arms from confinement, three narrow slits of light appearing in my prison.

I strike again and again, fresh air flooding into my lungs. I manage to get my hands up, my fingers digging into the rip, tearing it wide open. I fall to the floor of the zoo storeroom, free of my coccoon, my ascension into the Sisterhood complete.

My new body is beautiful, wonderful, perfect. It is much like the one I 'had' a few moments before when I was in Hiss' created fantasy. I push myself upright with my six arms, something that Hiss hadn't inserted into either of the fantasies, but felt natural nonetheless. I stretch and yawn, my wings spreading to their full length, all thirty feet of my tail.

I stand, getting my tail beneath myself. This all feels so natural, and so right. Like I was born into the wrong body and that this is the form that I was always meant to have. I run my hands over my altered form, feeling my smooth, latex-like scaled skin, my six heavy breasts, the nearly hidden slit where my maleness is kept, and below that my femsex.

My long, forked tongue slides over serpentine lips, my head now elongated and snakelike atop a sineous neck. I have horns, and a crest that poke out from my hair. I pull my hair back into a ponytail, and with a mere thought a tight band forms to hold it in place, comprised of latex. Mmm... another power that we didn't get into. I wonder why.

I slither off down the hall, wondering if something has happened to Hiss. "No, I'm fine." says Hiss' voice in my mind. "You managed to break the mental link. I thought your change would take longer, a lot longer. But it's only been a few hours since your arrival. You transformed faster then I thought possible."

"And I'm healed too, my burns and cuts and scrapes are completely absent." I say, looking over my perfect body.

I smile sinisterly, "And I remember what happened to me, and I'm now fully capable of punishing those responsible."