Zack was hyperventilating, not able to understand what was happening to him or the world around him. The room seemed to spin while he frantically grabbed the rug underneath him. The witch laughed until he seemed to have his bearings, looking up at her; then she stepped between his legs, on his penis, pinning it to the floor. She slid her toes up to the base, where she tangled them in the string that seemed to be limitless and yanked; and his penis came flying out like a cork.
The tugging on his skin and hair reached its zenith; and then SMACK; it felt like he'd been hit with a paddle all over his body. He moaned, which became louder and his eyes wider as that moan rose sharply in register. His lips popped out three sizes, and freckles broke out all over his skin. His hair grew out to his shoulders and darkened into a deep brown. His skin darkened with a carefully cultivated tan, and simultaneously his arm's hard, wiry lines were brushed away into smooth curves that ran down his wrists, to his shoulders, to his chest. Two thick breasts popped out, reforming his work shirt into an plaid blouse, the shirts cuffs coming apart into a dozen bangles on each wrist.
The change was working everywhere at once, so while his top changed his bottom did as well. His foreskin shrunk into the pink puffy lips of a vagina, while the hole where his dick was thickened up and closed together, leaving two kissing vagina lips hiding in the new pussy lips. Her thighs tingled wonderfully as they thickened, causing Zack's eyes to widen in pleasure. And then that turned to an electric shock as his manly feet were shrunk into cute tiny toes.
Zack's eyes closed in pleasure, his moan reaching its peak and crescendo, and Zoee opened her eyes. Exotic amber replaced Zack's dull brown irises, and the girl enjoyed the shock of an orgasm before she realized what had happened.
"Oh yes... oh no!"
"Ah, there we are," The witch cackled over her. "Now we can get to business."
"Countess Svajone.. please.. stop this."
Zoee remembered what had happened before she transformed... the Countess visiting her in her home, revealing that she knew about Zoee's transformation kink, before revealing she had researched a variant of her favorite spell that introduced a curse and trapping her in Zack's form.
She hadn't known Svajone's intent then, and it still didn't make much sense. Svajone had been an administrator at her witch's astral projection exams. A simple overseer, not even an adjunct who administered the procedure.
"I am afraid not my dear Zoee," Svajone intoned. "I have you right where I want you."
"But why?" Zoee cried. "I have never done anything to you."
"Indeed, you have not." The countess nodded. "But you are the perfect target for my curse. An orphan. An outsider. A child of uncertain heritage. No one will notice if you go missing."
Zoee shook. "Missing! But Winoa will notice.."
"Winoa is in a similar situation as you. Her family disowned her after finding out she chose you as her partner. And she flunked out of wizarding school for refusing to turn a mortal into a newt as part of her transfiguration exam! Truly a waste of talent." Svajone sniffed.
"Wha.. what.. Countess Svajone, I don't know why you're doing this, but surely someone of your Calibur can find another way? Name your price, and I will meet it."
Zoee tried to get up but it was hopeless. Her belly had expanded to be as large as her; distended out in front of her and over 5 feet of the floor. It might have been possible with magic, but it seemed like the carpet she was on absorbed any spell she tried to cast, and the Countess was watching close at hand, and could easily counterspell anything she considered a threat to her plans.
"Well you see my dear, the simple fact is..."