Circe searched high and low for Damon without any luck. Then finally, she checked out the pig sty (though she couldn't imagine he was in there, how would he have gotten in, after all?).
There she saw the big, fat sow Damon had become, laying in the mud on her side quite contentedly. She didn't even need to be smoking a cigarette for Circe to know that somehow Damon had gotten into the sty, and had been fucked silly by the boar. Circe opened the pen and walked in, closing the gate behind her.
"Now how the hell did you get in here, Damon?" She inspected the sow with her magic. He - or rather she - was certainly a fat sow, with 8 rows of ample sow teats on her underside. She must weigh at least a thousand pounds, and she grunted contentedly as Circe worked her magic, inspecting the sow's porcine body. "My god, I've never seen someone's mind adapt so quickly, it's like your intelligence and memories were simply fucked out of you, replaced with animal pleasure and instinct."
Circe looked in wonder, not sure whether to feel bad for Damon, or happy; the sow looked completely contented and happy with herself.
Then she made another startling discover. "You're pregnant, Damon. You're going to have piglets, and nurse them with your dugs." There was no way she could change Damon back now, at least not until after the piglets were born and cared for.
"It looks like you're going to be a sow for awhile, girl," Circe petted her, and Damonn simply grunted contentedly.