She stumbled, then collapsed to the ground. Her feet were all wrong...she looked back to see that they'd twisted into dark hooves. "Oh ga-aa-aawd," she bleated mournfully.
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this...should've been easy to bust into the old hag's garage and take what she wanted. Probably nothing amazing, but it'd pawn nonetheless. But then the sigil on the floor had burst into flame, flared up, burned her clothing away while curiously leaving her intact...strange grunting and baaing surrounded her, and she foolishly had run further in rather than out...
As fur carpeted her skin and her ears flopped downward, she could feel teats growing in on her crotch, slowly ballooning outward...and she felt a new burning within, an undeniable desire. Images of WHAT she desired flashed through her head and horrified her, but she couldn't help but bite her lip...the soft dribbling on the floor she felt behind her was fully beyond her control, a symbol of what she desperately needed. Footsteps from inside the adjoining house began to draw near...