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Anna surveyed the backroom of the pet shop. By the rear exit, a gravid black and red scaled snake hung above a table, held tightly belly up against the wall by rings of gnarled wood that had been positioned on the wall just to keep the snake in place. The witch admired how the snake's head and lower portion of her body was kept up so that she was forced to stare at her contracting vent and the eggs that were ever so slowly and painfully being pushed out. The poor creature's precarious position brought her little comfort, her nearly level pose negated any effect gravity would have on easing her in the task of laying eggs. Anna could clearly see there was only a couple of eggs that had fallen onto the cushioning below the snakes vent and it would be quite some time before the third joined them. The snake was clearly in despair, but Anna had no sympathy for her because she had put the snake there in the first place.

"Oh, Watts," She said to the snake, raising a hand towards the it's vent. "You are only on your third. This might take you all day."

Watts hissed in distress, as Anna placed her hand upon the egg that had nearly crowned. She let a few fingers rest there for a few moments, a smile spreading across her face as Watts hissed once more, afraid of what she meant to do. Without another word, Anna pushed the egg gently back inside the snake, relishing in the it's futile struggles as she did. Watt's tongue flicked in and out rapidly as the ovoid sunk further and further in until minutes of painful pushing have been undone in mere seconds. Watts hissed one last time when Anna removed her hand.

"You see, Watts," She said, smiling. "It is so much harder to create than destroy, is it not?"

Watts attempted to flail but it was no use. The bindings were too strict to allow her to do much of anything, save move her head slightly to the left and to the right and with the same range of motion available for just the tip of her tail. The only part of her that was really doing any moving was her vent with its continual contractions. It was bad enough that she had become a snake and bad enough she had become female in the process, but what was worse was what she was was being put through.

"It is only just," Anna said as if reading Watts' troubled mind. "You took so much as a human and so cruelly too. It is only fair you repay in a similar way."

Anna might have conversed with the snake more had she not heard a pitiful squawk. She turned away from Watts and looked toward a glistening golden cage that hung next to the door to the actual store. Inside the cage, there was a common crow, although what it was happening to it was not common at all.

Just like the snake, the black bird was laying eggs. Unlike Watts however, the crow's problem was not that she had difficulty getting the eggs out, but that they came out far too often and they never seemed to stop coming. The crow rested upon a pile of the ovoids, another pressing out of her slick cloaca. With a caw, it finally slid out and joined the multitudes that lay around her, another already on its way.

Anna smirked and approached the cage. At the sight of the witch, the crow stumbled back onto her feet, visibly pained as she wobbled unsteadily due to the overabundance of eggs within her. She stepped towards Anna with her wings folded but stumbled, falling beak first into the cage bars. She crowed as the next egg plopped out suddenly.

"Poor, poor, Clem the crow," Anna cooed and nodded towards the pile of eggs. "So many, and for what? Unfertilized eggs...you are missing out on motherhood, Clem."

The crow cawed weakly as she extricated herself from between the bars and retreated from Anna's piercing gaze, hiding behind a pile of eggs. Anna chuckled and placed a finger upon a bar, running the digit down it thoughtfully. The cool metal felt calming to touch.

"Do not worry, Clem," Anna whispered. "You will have your own chance for chirping chicks... someday."

Anna spun around so that she faced the table that lay close behind the Clem's cage. Upon the tables surface were various papers and, more importantly, a box that shook and shuddered. The witch crept over to the box and leaned over the table to peek at it's contents.

What lay inside the box were two skink lizards; one male, the other female, and both entwined in the throes of mating. The sight was strange because the female was quite pregnant already, yet the male atop her was pressing into her so that he could spread his seed. Anna nodded, satisfied with the sight. She watched the lizards mate, one was obviously happier than the other about the arrangement.

"Good girl, Tanner." She said, directing her words at the female. "When your belly is truly full...perhaps then you may lay. Perhaps."

The female skink did not respond, for she had neither the capability to speak nor was in the position to communicate even if she wanted to. Idly, Anna wondered what the former father might say and was about to reach her mind out to his when she remembered something. She looked around the room, but she simply could not find her quarry.

"Where have you gone, pussycat?" she asked.

There was a quick response as she heard the hollow ringing of bells leaving the area. Anna tilted her head curiously, then ran towards the customer portion of the store, shutting the employee only area quietly behind her. Her gaze went toward the store entrance and what she saw there made her relax.

A man in a brown jacket stood by the closed entrance which blocked a yowling cats path. The man looked down because a pregnant cat was staring up at him now, yowling even more now that the door was closed. He chuckled, bent down and patted the cat's head, which only seemed to distress the feline further. Anna smiled and quietly sauntered up towards the man while he continued to pet the cat. When she was close, he looked up, his eyes first filled with confusion and then with something more carnal when he saw who stood before him. However, his gaze remained on her face only for a moment before it returned its attention to the cat.

"Hey there, pretty thing," He said, already admiring Anna's breasts. His gaze flicked back up. "I don't recognize you." He nodded towards the cat. "Or the pussycat."

Anna smiled coldly and quickly scooped up the cat, all too aware that the man was looking over her once more with deviant eyes. The feline mewled in protest but it only took one pacifying touch from the witch to calm her down enough that she could be comfortably cradled in Anna's arms.

"Where is Tanner?" The man asked, looking around. "Or the boys?"

Anna rubbed the cat's soft swollen belly and looked into man in the eyes.

"Oh." The man smiled and held out his hand. "Dean Moss, at your service. Really," He muttered, leering. "I'm at your service." He added with a wink.

Anna stared at the offered hand. "Why are you here?"

"For some...special business," He said, hand still insistently extended. "But--" He smiled. "It appears they are not around right now."

"Yes," Anna said, gently lowering the cat and dropping her to the ground. "They are on extended leave. I am running this shop in their stead."

Dean pointed the hand at Anna now. "Are ya'll related? Can't be, I would have remembered someone so..." His gaze passed over her. "Beautiful."

"No relation." Anna added quickly.

"And you're not from around here, either," Dean said, inching closer to the witch and turning so that their shoulders were perpendicular and he had the perfect view to look down her body...and her dress. Despite their closeness, Anna stood her ground. "Girls don't dress pretty all that much in this town. Not like that." He cocked his head. "Say, you never told me your name."

He extended his hand again as if to shake but instead it shot forward. Anna gasped, he grasped onto one of her breasts. Anger boiled within her as she took a step back from the man, her wrathful gaze falling upon him. She considered what to do to him, to such a forthright man that was also undoubtedly connected with the illicit animal trade Tanner and Watts had taken part in. Still, she stuffed the anger down, keeping a cool smile on her face while Dean gazed lecherously at her. An idea came to mind, an entertaining approach that would deal with a man that so obviously preyed on animals and women alike. A simple curse, but one that would ensure he would not be able to do either of those things in the same manner ever again.

With that in mind, Anna held up a hand, her smile gaining some warmth. Dean also smiled and took her hand, scarcely noticing as a spark of magic leapt between hers to his.

"Anna," She said, shaking.

"Anna?" Dean repeated. "That's all I get?"

"That's all you need to know." She disengaged from the man and brushed past him so that she stood before the exit. She looked over her shoulder and noticed he was staring at her rear. She wiggled it briefly and smiled when he shuffled from the awakening of something below the waistline.

"You said you were here on special business?" Anna asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Dean said, gaze remaining on her rear. "But since Tanner isn't here--"

Anna grabbed the sign that hung in the door, flipping it over from OPEN to CLOSED and afterwards locking the door.

"It's true," Anna turned around and said. "Tanner is not here, and neither are his sons. It is just you and I."

Anna's smile widened when she saw his member become visibly stiff in his pants. Dean looked down, blinked, and then smiled too, showing off all his teeth. He stepped forward and his smile altered. His teeth were sharper than before with jagged edges that ran up all the way to their base. His lips were less distinct, having taken on the same hue as the flesh that surrounded them. Dean did not seem to notice.

"Are you, uh," Dean paused. "Are you propositioning me, Anna?"

Anna moved closer and closer to the man, her hips swaying with every step. Dean watched it all with glee, the hue of the flesh beneath his chin fading into a light grey color while the skin above darkened into a greyish-brown.

When she stood only a few feet away from the man, Anna looked into eyes and enjoyed the sight of the iris expanding so that no white remained and deepening into blue coloration while his black pupil curved into slitted shape. The man blinked and then blinked again no longer the same way as before, his eyelids converted into a transparent membrane.

"Mmm," Anna purred, placing her hands upon his chest. She felt the flesh beneath his jacket shift, skin rougher and hairless. She glanced back to him and asked. "Am I?"

Dean chuckled, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. He leaned forward with a predatory leer. He shook his head in annoyance as clumps of hair fell away, dissolving to dust before they hit the ground. His nose nearly touched Anna's, but then withdrew, flattening into his visage and leaving two nostril slits behind.

"I think you are," He said huskily, twisting his head to the side as his ears tingled. Before he could notice the changes happening there, Anna grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off his shoulders and onto her chest.

"Yes," She said, raising an eyebrow as his ears folded in on themselves and melded into the sides of his skull. "I am."

"I'm glad I came."

"You will be glad when you do," Anna said. She pushed Dean's hands into her breasts. "Go ahead."

"Don't mind if I do."

Dean's hands groped and caressed Anna's bosom. The man breathed heavily and licked at his lipless mouth. While the man obviously enjoyed the activity, Anna did too but for another reason entirely. She hated the feeling of his rough hands upon her, but the sight of those same hands softening, fingers extending into a slender shape, and skin converting to the same brown-grey hide as his head made it all worth it. She let out a low moan that she cut off when she saw the hide climb up under his sleeved arms, ridding him of hair and the tattoos inscribed therein. She almost laughed when she saw his broad shoulders slim down before the hide spread down his chest. She maintained appearance by letting out another moan.

"Hmm," Dean said. "You like that, don't you?"

Anna nodded. Dean chuckled and squeezed much harder than he had before. Anna winced but smiled through it, her pain made easier by the sight of the man's burly chest losing muscle and mass, definition fading away in moments while the changes continued down his legs.

Abruptly, Anna pulled away from Dean then turned her back from the man. He looked surprised. She smiled back and gestured towards the employee only section of the store.

"Ahhh," Dean said. "So you really do want it?"

"Special business," Anna said, raising an eyebrow. "Correct?"

"Heehee," Dean chortled, his sharp teeth on display. "Not what I came for, but don't mind if I do..." He motioned back towards himself. "Come back here. We can do that other stuff soon enough but I wanna hold you, I wanna feel that body..."

Anna quickly sashayed into his open arms. He embraced her, panting as he ran one hand down her backside and the other to her breasts again. He bent his head down, pressed his noseless face into her hair and sniffed it.

"Ahh," He sighed. "You smell and feel so good..."

Dean sniffed again and closed his eyes. Immediately his skull reshaped, cartilaginous substance replacing harder bone while his face pushed out into a wide, predatory and sharklike snout with appropriately placed nostril slits and powerful square jaws. His eyes spread further as grey stripes reminiscent of a tiger ran intermittently across his brown-grey hide. Four gill slits dug cut their way on either side of his thickening neck. The shark headed man sniffed for the first time with his new snout and held Anna close so that she would feel his stiff member pressing into her thigh.

Smiling, Anna lowered her hand and rubbed at Dean's covered cock. The man stiffened and groaned, shuddering slightly as his hips pushed out with an unpleasant pop. The witch gave Dean's member another caress and this time she felt a little wetness at the tip while Dean felt pressure between his shoulders and at the base of his spine. Noticing this, Anna continued her fondling, the pleasure masking the pain of further changes as Dean's hips expanded far enough that they were wider than his shoulders and his waist pinched in painfully. The growth between his shoulders pressed out, a thick dorsal fin that sliced silently through his shirt but did not penetrate his jacket. It was; however, impossible to ignore the tear of fabric as a finned tail burst out from his cartilaginous spine and ripped through shirt and jacket both, swaying side to side while the man's rear plumped up.

"Wha--?" Dean said, opening his eyes and turning his head. Immediately, he saw a protrusion at the edge of his vision. His hands relinquished their grip on Anna's breast and butt and flew to his shark-like snout. Astonished, his mouth fell open and for the first time he felt the sharp texture of his teeth with his strangely thick tongue. His blue eyes widened and he looked down at Anna just in time for her to slip a hand down his pants and wrap her fingers around his throbbing member.

Dean shivered, thick tail quivering behind him while Anna worked at his cock. The pleasure, amplified by magic, was so intense that the changing man fell into a blissful daze that contained only a touch of terror. While his gaze was mostly focused on Anna's ministrations, he was also able to see how else his body had changed and was continuing to change. His clothes hung loosely on what appeared to be a feminine frame complete with. Wide womanly hips and careful curves he might have found alluring if they were not on his body, plus juicy thighs that appeared to fatten with every stroke of his cock. Most disturbing though was the rough grey-brown skin he possessed that had replaced pink flesh all over his body as far as he could tell.

"Nuh--ah, uh..." Dean whimpered, reaching for Anna's hand to stop. A spike of pleasure stilled his motions and left him standing limply. He swayed slightly as he lost several inches in height in an instant and then he was losing inches elsewhere as well. His throbbing member, so stiff and ready to burst, diminished in Anna's grip. Shaking his head slowly in disbelief, he reached again. This time Anna let go, allowing him to take hold of his retreating manhood. He held it tightly in his dainty hands, squeezing it so hard that it was painful and yet his cock continued to withdraw. Smaller and smaller it shrank, so small that it easily slipped between his fingers and fled deep inwards. Having completely lost track of his cock, Dean panicked, feeling around his smooth, hairless crotch for it until he finally touched what remained of it; a little nub and impossibly small testicles. It was then that his tiny manhood shriveled up, sputtering out a paltry amount of sticky seed before withdrawing forever along with his testicles.

"No!" Dean cried out, backing away from Anna. Hastily, he unzipped his pants and undid his belt and let his trousers fall to his feet, exposing slim, grey-brown legs that had the same sort of stripes as his head. He gave his legs only a glance before he tore away his underwear.

"No!" Dean cried out again, his pitch in his voice higher than the last time he had spoken. What lay between his legs was a puffy, slightly swollen mound that possessed a pair of moist feminine lips. What remained of his manhood residing between them as a tiny nub. Nothing masculine remained of Dean; his voice was too high-pitched, his form too curvy and svelte, his rear plump and gropeable and his...her genitals were the picture of healthy womanhood. Her sharky skin, snout, fins, and tail was only an extra layer to add to her growing terror.

The shark woman shrieked, stumbled back until she was against the wall. She meant to look up at Anna, but tugging at her chest pulled her attention away from the witch. She whimpered as her nipples stiffened and pressed pleasurably against her shirt and jacket. The flesh beneath gathered up into fatty mounds, breasts she thought, something that she as a man and now a shark humanoid never thought she would possess. Still, there they were, fleshy soft spheres that swelled larger and larger with each panicked gasp she emitted until they were quite big, noticeably large even beneath her two layers of jacket and shirt. The half naked shark woman brought her hands to her breasts and was barely able to cup them in her hands. She hefted one and let it drop, quivering at the feeling of her sensitive nipple brushing against cloth. Then she felt something tickle her thigh.

Dean looked up and saw that Anna stood before her, one of her hands already on her thick shark thighs. The two females were now about the same height, but this hardly factored in Dean's terror. Rather, it was the knowledge that the woman had done this to her that caused her to freeze in fear? What else could she possibly have in store for her? While Dean did have the means to fight the witch, he had not the courage. Whatever he had done, he did not want to antagonize her further.

"Please," Dean pleaded, wincing at how...sultry her voice sounded. It didn't sound so much like she was begging Anna to stop, quite the opposite really. "Please..."

Anna smiled and leaned in, her hand on the shark's thigh moved further up. Dean shook her head and pressed against the wall as far as she could, but it was only a matter of moments before Anna's fingers made it to her moist, feminine lips. The shark shuddered at the initial caress and hoped she would not go any further.

"Please, turn me--"

Dean's let out a lusty moan when Anna's fingers pressed into her sex, spreading her lips just the slightest bit apart. She shivered, hips bucking and quivering, nether lips searching for more. Anna obliged, digging her digits further into the shark woman's willing passage while her thumb poked at her clit. Dean moaned again as a pleasurable electric tingle ran down her spine, her thick tail thrashing and jaws chomping in the throes of bliss. The pleasure was so overwhelming that her fears were forgotten in favor of the sensations her newfound form had granted her. Instinctively, the shark woman reached for one of her covered breasts and squeezed it, intensifying the sensations. It wasn't enough; however, she needed to feel her actual flesh, not just her jacket and what lay beneath.

Thus, the shark woman ripped away her jacket and shirt, she cared little for what became of it as the sheds fell to her feet. She squealed with glee as her big breasts bounced free and Anna pushed further into her passage simultaneously. While feminine fluids leaked down onto Anna's fingers and her thighs, Dean gripped both of her breasts and squeezed them. She panted and then tweaked her nipples, all too aware of what effect that it had on women--and now she was one. With this, another pleasurable tingle shot through her body, placing her addled mind that much more closer to climax. It would only take a little more and she would lose it entirely...

At that moment, Anna pressed down sharply on Dean's clitoris and that was it. With a moan and gasp, Dean climaxed. The shark woman, her senses totally overwhelmed by carnal bliss, slumped against the wall. Anna took a step back, all too content to watch. Between harried breaths, the shark slid down the wall. Absentmindedly, she kicked off her shoes, wiggling her nailless toes while her feminine lips quivered.

For a time Dean remained in the afterglow of her orgasm, all too content to remain in her pleasurable state for all time if possible. The curve, however, had other plans for her. She had only experienced the first half, after all.

It all began when she placed a hand upon her breast and attempted to squeeze it, only for her fingers not to respond at all. Sitting up slightly, she looked down at her hand and screamed, a shrill shriek that echoed throughout the store.

Her hand was without fingers; in fact, it was not a hand at all but a grey-brown fin that was collapsing in on her arm, the cartilaginous flesh joining together to expand the fin's size and length. She cried out again and reached for the changing limb with her other hand and was only a little more success grasping this time than the last, for her fingers were still melding together on that appendage. She sobbed as they finished melding together, sliding off her other arm as it twisted into fin-like shape. She looked up to Anna and meant to speak, but all words were lost when she caught sight of her feet. They were shrinking, withering and withdrawing while her tail, tucked between her diminishing legs, was growing longer and thicker along with sprouting additional fins that had been missing before. In that moment, Dean realized what was happening or at least guessed at what was going to occur. Again, she looked to Anna and begged.

"Please!" She begged. "Please don't turn me into an animal! I can stand...I can stand b-being a--"

Anna laughed and shook her head. "I doubt," She smiled. "You can stand anymore."

Anna pointed a finger at Dean and motioned up. Abruptly, Dean felt herself pulled upwards by an invisible hand. For a few seconds, she was briefly suspended in the air, her legs shrinking and tail growing all the while. Then she was dropped unceremoniously and Anna was proven correct--the shark could not stand, not anymore. She fell forward on her chest, breasts mashing into the ground. She mewled and flopped about helplessly. It hurt and pleasured her for her sensitive flesh to press so sharply into the ground, but it would not remain so for long. While she continued to futilely flail, her breasts shrank in size, diminishing quickly until her chest was flat and her nipples nonexistent. The pain was gone but so was something that made her human and, from there, what remained of her humanity faded at a faster pace.

The shark grunted when her neck thickened and shoulders joined along her torso while her body compressed and extended, not so wide but so much longer. Mass and muscle added onto her sleek form as legs simply ceased to be and tail pushed out further and further along, only stopped when she measured twelve feet from the tip of her broadening snout to the end of her caudal fin. Her pectoral fins flapped uselessly against the ground while her humanoid sex shifted to a feral configuration, pushing further down her body and now appearing as little more than a slit on her streamlined form. Inside her elongated square jaw, rows upon rows teeth grew so that she could tear away and devour any flesh, her main source of sustenance. Additionally, her tongue withdrew slightly so that it remained forever at the bottom of her mouth, never to be used again. Her dorsal fin, undersized before, grew out so that it stood up straight upon her back as her gills widened and retreated to their proper position. Where had been humanoid shark a minute ago, flopped a feral tiger shark with only one thing left to change.

Dean wheezed, attempting to breathe air she could not quite process with her gills. For now she could live on what air she had, but it would not last her long, not long at all. At this realization, Dean flailed in fear. She was going to die!

"Oh, calm down," Anna said.

Dean tried to turn her head to look at the witch, knowing all too well that mercy was beyond the woman. At that moment however, she felt herself lifted again by an invisible hand. She heard Anna walk up to her side and then she was being carried towards the "Employee Only" door, moving although not of her own accord, immobilized as she was. She continued to not breathe, fear mounting with each passing moment. She was not sure where she was going, but she hoped there was water even as improbable as that was. There was not a beach for miles!

They passed through the door and entered the backroom. In here, Dean saw a bird that was continuously laying eggs, a snake that was suspended so that its own egg laying was nearly impossible, and she could hear some little things mating furiously deeper within. In addition, she saw the cat that had greeted her earlier. It regarded her woefully, eyes widening in fear when it saw Anna. It yowled and waddled off, its pregnant belly wobbling.

"Recognize anyone?" Anna asked.

Dean initially had no idea what the witch meant. She had known Tanner and the boys could be cruel to animals just as she could be, so why would she care to recognize some pests? Then it hit her. Were the animals in here like her, men transformed into female ferals? Was this where Tanner and the boys had gone off to? Who was who?

Dean was suddenly lifted up higher and then thrown by the force. She flailed in the air and fell into salt water with a splash. Confused, she swam around for a few seconds and found that she was in a clear cage barely able to contain her. She looked and saw Anna move up to one of the walls.

"Hmm," Anna murmured. "It is not fair, I suppose, is it, girl?"

Dean stared blankly at Anna. A moment later, she shivered, body thrashing about in the water as a sort of heat pervaded her slit. She needed a...she need a mate, a cock, anything to fill the emptiness that lay in that spot down her tail.

No!

Dean shook herself again, splashing water out of the cage. She wasn't some feral female shark to be fucked and bred like some animal. She was a man through and through, a human, and she was strong, far stronger than whomever else Anna had turned. She wouldn't give in, not like she had before, not like she eventually would when it all became too much for her, when she could no longer ignore the burning, wanton need--

No!

Dean thrashed again with less force than the last. She knew the truth, it was enough to still any further movements save for some brood swimming here and there. She knew that she was at the witch's mercy, and mercy was not something Anna possessed. It would only be a matter of time before her body was swollen with pups whether she liked it or not and there was that fear, that terrible fear that part of her would end up liking it.

"Yes," Anna said, smiling. "You are doomed, destined to be a mother. We shall just have to find you a mate. Is it not wonderful?"

Dean silently swam within her comfortless confines.