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“Why…why are you doing this!?” the woman squealed while her coworker in front of her continued the incantation. Her body twisted and contorted, breasts swelling and rending her clothing, her legs contorting and fusing together, the point of their joining working its way north, ever closer to the woman’s aching sex.

“Oh, I think you know why this is happening. My husband told me everything; all about how you seduced him, broke him, shattered the vows we took to one another…” the woman sighed, pausing to collect herself and clear her head of the memory of putting the pieces together and discovering her husbands infidelity. “Now…” she continued, pausing the incantation and leveling her gaze at the transforming woman before her, “now everyone will see you for the snake you are. Your body will proclaim your infidelity, your lewd proportions displaying for everyone the only thing that matters to you.”

“N-n-noooo!” the woman groaned as her body continued contorting under the onslaught of her coworkers incantations. The lewd swelling of her tits brought shivers through her body as her clothing was pushed beyond its limits, tearing open and spilling her swollen flesh outward. She struggled to cover herself, squirming even as her inhuman lower body twisted beneath her. She felt the heat of the pebbled scales that covered her legs…no, her tail…

“Everyone will see you for what you are. A slut, a whore, a sex obsessed MONSTER…a fucking snake…”

The words stung, but as the transformation continued the woman felt a new sensation, a warmth, and a stirring in her loins. She could feel the length of her lower body, the cool tile beneath her, the radiating warmth as her body writhed against itself. The ever encroaching adhesion point crept upward to her sex, throbbing with pleasure, and she had a sudden realization. She grinned, pointed teeth glinting from her mouth, her tongue slipping over her lips to taste the air. She gripped her body and brought her eyes to her coworker’s, seeing in them beginnings of uncertainty, nearly fear.

“You think this is a punishment?” she said, holding her coworker’s gaze, seeing the full on panic invading those eyes. “This is no punishment. This is a gift. You think your husband, or anyone else’s here, will be dissuaded by a magnificent scaled tail? He couldn’t resist me before, and you think he’s stand even a CHANCE now? With tits like these? This body exudes pure SEX!” She laughed, throwing her head back and relishing the sensations of her magnificent body. “They will all taste me now, and none of you are safe.” she finished, running her tongue over her pointed fangs, gripping one swollen breast, and locking eyes with her coworker with an alluring gaze. “Come taste…” she said, beckoning her stunned coworker closer, bringing her into a warm embrace and pressing the frail human body against her scaled hips…