Jaren knew he screwed up big time as he glanced around his dimly lit cell, tired and in pain from the events of last night. Being down on his luck wasn't an excuse to get involved with demi-human slave trade. When the lycans imprisoned his group and gave them a thorough thrashing, it wasn't like he could blame them. His group had come to steal their women and children, and the Lycans were a race already low in population due to the slave trade and war.

He brushed his finger's scruffy beard before touching his ragged brown hair and wincing at how greasy it had become. "How long was I out?" He muttered.

Upon scanning the room, he noticed two demi-women in oversized tunic tops sleeping in the cell with him. Both appeared to be young women with wolf traits; one with deep red hair and the other with light brown. They slept to his left and right, lying on heaps of hay that lined the cold, gray stone floors.

'Wasn't I here with my comrades?' He mused, looking at the strange woman carefully. While lost in thought, a tingling sensation suddenly surged through his body. "Ahhh!" He cried, doubling over as a fuzzy warmth permeated every cell of his body.

"You're awake, I see," a masculine voice called. A muscular, shirtless lycan man stepped forward, wearing nothing but a necklace of fangs and a set of armored leather greaves. He had tan skin and long, scruffy ash-gary hair with amber-yellow eyes. "I'm pleased to see your turn has finally come. I was starting to worry we'd just have to kill you," he curtly stated as he crossed his arms.

"My turn for w-- what?" Jaren moaned as his insides churned. Creaking and popping sounds reverberated through his body. 'Are my bones breaking?' He panicked, feeling his skeleton snap and shift beneath his skin.  

"I am Chief Renda, the leader of the tribe you attempted to pillage with your friends," the wolf-man spat, giving Jaren a dangerous look. "It's because of humans like you that our numbers dwindled this low. It's only fair that you take responsibility for revitalizing our species."

Take responsibility? What the hell was he talking about? Jaren was sure they would sentence him to some horrible, painful death. "I-- upright!" His voice cracked and climbed half an octave. An itchy, rash-like sensation broke out on his chest, his nipples feeling swollen and sensitive as they chafed against the fabric of his tunic. His spine pipped and contorted as his back gradually took on a soft curve.  

Jaren shifted uncomfortably and winced upon noticing his ass seemed to have a little extra cushion. The maelstrom of discomfort raged onward, causing him to break out into a sweat while groaning. "How-- how will... I take responsibility? Where are m-- my friends?" he demanded. When he glanced downward, he noticed the outline of two small mounds tenting the fabric covering his chest. A pang of icy dread appeared atop his spine and descended, spreading the chill through every fiber of his being. He frantically looked between the two demi-women, and everything truly began to click.

"You get it now, right?" Renda laughed, shaking his hand. "My wife happens to have a great deal of magical talent. She's a prodigy when it comes to transformation magic and curses." He stepped forward to observe Jaren. "Thanks to her, our population has finally started to rise. Your friends will wake up eventually; the transformation takes a lot out of you."

"N-- No!!!!" Jaren squealed before covering his mouth with a humiliated gasp. His voice was higher than before, and he felt his waist pulling inward as his arms and legs lost muscle definition and shrunk. As his chest inflated, his nipples grew increasingly sensitive. Not long after that, his top grew too tight despite his body generally shrinking in size. Standing to his feet, he shakily gripped the hem of his tunic and peeled it from his body before his budding tits could further inflate.

Jaren's perky, A cup tits sprung free, her nipples swollen and full. "F-- Fuck, this isn't real!"  She squealed as her hair lengthened and lightened in color. Amidst the strange sensations, he almost didn't notice the pressure forming at his tailbone. She didn't want to be a girl; she had no desire to give birth to children and feed them with her breasts. 'Wait-- I'm thinking of myself as a girl!' She panicked, putting her hands over her head with a cry of frustration.

Her breasts continued to inflate, pushing into the C range and continuing. Her tail sprouted and inched outward while silky white fluff bloomed. "I-- I don't want to be a woman-- please! Isn't there another way I could repent?" She begged while her body contorted into a petite yet curvaceous form. Her ass grew more supple by the second, while her thighs became soft and blemish free.

A smirk spread across Renda's face as his pupils dilated slightly. "This process is truly wondrous to watch. Regarding your question, would you honestly prefer death?"

Tears streamed from Jaren's face as she let out a low moan. A ball of pressure formed beneath her navel, deep within her body, and burned like a small furnace. It ballooned outward, and she could feel her organs and bones shifting to make room. 'What is that?' She thought in horror. A tearing sensation manifested below the pressure ball, and she felt something start to open.

When her testicles suddenly throbbed and started ascending into her body, horror spread across her face. She was growing a womb, and her cock and balls were becoming something decidedly more feminine. She enjoyed being a man; she wanted to start a family and be a father. Tavern night with the boys was her favorite time of the month; she had no desire to live as a woman. "N-- No..." She stammered, sliding her now-lithe hand between her legs. She desperately groped at her balls, feeling an empty sack that receded and became tauter by the second. Her cock was only a couple of inches long as it pulled into her crotch. To make things worse, her genitals had migrated lower, moving into position for their final metamorphosis. 

"Agghh!" She groaned as her ears repositioned and her canine teeth sharpened into fangs. Now hysterical, she grabbed at the remainder of her cock and let out a shrill how when orgasmic zaps pulsed through her soon-to-be clit. Her manhood wholly disappeared while the crease where her scrotum used to be opened began forming her inner and outer labia.

"You should feel lucky; you seem to be developing a better shape than most," Renda stated matter-of-factly.

"I-- I'm sorry... I shouldn't-- I shouldn't have done this..." Jaren muttered between labored moans and pants. Her tits pushed past D cup while her new urethra and vagina opened with a sticky pop between her legs. "Eehhh!" She squealed as her new pussy hole pulsed and oozed viscous that trickled down her thigh.

Jaren fell to her butt, trembling as she closed her eyes and gave in to the changes as they finalized. She knew she had no room to complain and was lucky not to be executed. "I-- I will try to be better..." She choked as she put her hands over her face and desperately tried to ignore how bizarre and tingly her new form felt.

Renda cast a somewhat sympathetic look. "You will only get one chance to earn our forgiveness. For now, you will rest."

"I-- I'm-- a lycan woman?" Jaren stammered, sitting up as she stared down at her tits. She shakily held her arms out and examined how lithe and feminine her limbs appeared. Even if it wasn't said out loud, she intrinsically understood that this change was permanent. She would be living her life as a wolf girl from now on. Exhaustion overtook her before she could question the implications of her transformation, and she passed out.

~~~

Two days later, Jaren stood naked in a room with expertly crafted wooden walls and floors while two fully clothed Lycan women gathered clothes. She shifted from foot to foot, keeping an arm over her chest and a hand in front of her groin. Over the last forty-eight hours, she found, much to her horror, that the Lycan males had grown increasingly attractive. While a couple of the Lycan women oriented Jaren to her new life and duties, she had the chance to admire the muscles and chiseled features of the men around her. They worked hard to protect everyone, and they all had such an appealing, musty scent.

"Alright, let's get you dressed. Naka is excited to meet you," one of the women purred as she beckoned for Jaren to stop hiding.

Jaren bit her lip and nodded, moving her hand and arm as she exposed her curvaceous, feminine form. It only took a few minutes for her to be garbed in a simple tunic that exposed her thighs and showed off the shape of her hefty tits. A slave collar was fastened around her neck, finishing the ensemble.

She saw nothing left of her former self when she glanced in the mirror. There was a pale-skinned wolf girl with long, snow-white hair and crimson eyes. Every inch of her body oozed pure femininity.

She brushed her fingers over the collar and winced. 'I deserve this...'

"Remember. You will gain full citizenship after you give birth to your first child. Though, considering how you stared at Naka while he was on guard duty yesterday, that first child might not take too long," one of the Lycan women teased.

Jaren's cheeks turned crimson as she put her hands over her face. "I-- I don't know what you're talking about!" Despite her protests, her swishing tail and perked ears told a different story.