Damon was pissed that his stepdad had tracked him down already. At least he'd never recognize Damon in his new dog body. Maybe he'd even get his comeuppance somehow.
"Have you ever read the works of Homer, sir?"
"Do I look like some wussy-ass bookworm to you, bitch? And what does that got to do with my wife's shitty little runaway of a offspring?"
Damon let out some truly terrifying attack-dog-sounding barks. Circe curled her lips in disgust.
"Why, nothing at all, sir, except you might have known that few have left my palace quite like they came in. Damon at least got to choose his fate. You will get my standard treatment."
And with that, a bright light washed from the wand, and a loud squeal rang out. When it stopped, the step-father was running around the room on trotters with a large snout sticking out in front of him and two big ears flapping around. He was a pig! Damon was shocked at first, but he barked and wagged his tail when it became clear what happened. Someone had finally cut his stepdad down to size. It couldn't have been more perfect!
The witch came and collected her new pig and led him outside to the pigsty.
"Damon will live and dine with me as my personal canine companion. You can roll in the mud out here with the rest. I'll see you at feeding time in the morning."