Whatever nonsense they're chanting works as you can feel your legs merging together and scales forming all too well. To a lesser extent you can feel your ears lengthening and your tongue becoming snake-like. You try to struggle out but you are too late. You're half snake now.
"It worked!" one of the fetishists says joyfully.
"Now let's get into the egg making business."
"Hold it you, dummy." said the leader of this gaggle, "we can't do that until later. We have to wait until after midnight for the magic to settle down."
They later throw your aching self into a cell, your new tail dragging behind.
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