New role

Aslan felt her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and arousal. Her slender fingers danced over her clit, the sensation making her knees wobble. She had never felt anything so intense, so foreign. Yet, she couldn't stop, her body responding to the command as if it was a second nature. The collar tightened slightly, a silent reminder of its control. She whined around the leash in her mouth, her eyes pleading with Brandy.

Brandy gripped the leash handle and her body started to grow larger, taking on the male form of the prince.

"Now, then, i shouldnt pass up this opportunity ," Brandy said, her voice now deeper and authoritative as his muscles grew larger. Most incredibly Brandy’s clit swelled and elongated into a thick manly cock, one lare testicle descending, then another as his bald sex grew hairy.

Aslan watched in fascination as Brandy's breasts receded and a cock grew. The brothel owner's eyes gleamed with malicious delight, his new body towering over her. "You know, Aslan, I've always wanted to see what it's like to fuck a princess," he said, stroking his new member. "And now, I'll get to fuck you every night."

The collar's grip on Aslan's mind tightened as Brandy approached, the command to serve and obey resonating through her very being. Despite her horror and humiliation, she found herself feeling a strange anticipation, her body reacting to his proximity. She dropped to her knees, then all fours, the leather of the leash in his grip. The smell of the stall, the coarse straw under her, and the musky scent of her new master filled her nostrils.

"Good girl," Brandy murmured, reaching out to stroke her new body, his eyes raking over her curves. "You'll be the star of the brothel. All the high-rollers will want a taste of the ex-prince who's now a whore." He chuckled, a deep, sinister sound that sent shivers down Aslan's spine. "But first, let's see how well you can handle your new role."

He stepped closer, his now fully formed cock brushing against her ass. Aslan whimpered, the collar's command to serve making her body quiver with need despite her mind's rebellion. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he positioned himself behind her. With one swift movement, he pushed into her, filling her in a way she'd never been filled before. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely owned, filled by his dominance.

Her eyes watered as she adjusted to the unfamiliar girth, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat. The collar responded with a gentle pulse, urging her to submit fully. She felt the leash tighten as he began to thrust, his new body moving with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. The stall walls echoed with the slap of skin on skin, the sound of her own whimpers mixing with his grunts of pleasure. It was a animalistic, raw mating, and she could feel every inch of him claiming her in the most primal way possible.