“Heh, the joke was funny until now, you got me. Now why don’t we talk about my friend? I don’t even believe that you gave me your real name”
Circe (?) regains you with a raised eyebrow before sitting elegantly in her chair “Oh? You don’t believe little old me? You are amusing really”
“Magic is not real”
“If you say so… there is no problem then if you don’t believe in magic to sample something?”
“I’m not hungry” You still can’t shake this feeling of impending doom as her gaze roam your body.
“As you wish Max. Do you want to help in the search? I have enough employees but they could use the help if you insist”
“It’s fine for me, I will wait for them” Minutes pass as the woman before you continues her meal while something compel you not to disrespect your hostess.
“Well this is a shame, normally my invitees seek a way to escape or flirt with me. A bit boring really, and you even volunteered for a little help. Now then, the time of choice passed and you are definitely at my mercy, what form should you assume? I think that a little help for our retrieval teams would be much appreciated, after all I always said that men are only dogs”
A fit of nausea hit you suddenly when she stop talking and you start to shrink, the woman only smirk as she savors your shocked face before a canine muzzle replace it, in the end only a confused and scared dog remain in your place still covered in your clothes.
“A Labrador, a bit common as a breed but useful nonetheless. Boys, take our new acquisition to the kennel and be careful to not let him escape. To be on the safe side take one of the bitches in heat and mate the two of them, we can never be too cautious. Bye bye my little doggy friend”