Damon was very confused and didn't know what to do or how to get himself out of this situation. The old woman had babbled something about animals, and now she was chanting some words like some sort of incantation. Obviously she was a complete loon, but how had she managed to make him freeze up and start moving? Surely she couldn't do real magic, could she? Was he just in shock? Frozen in terror maybe? But then, why would he be so scared and surprised by an old woman, that he couldn't even blink, much less run back out to join his buddies?
He was still trying to get his arms, his legs, or even his eyelids to move when an odd sensation in his nose became too much to ignore. His nose was getting wetter, as though he were getting a cold. It also felt quite swollen, and he was pretty sure he could see a flesh-covered bulge, with some black skin near the end of it, jutting forward before his eyes. His mouth and jaw felt strange too, and he wasn't sure what to make of this. He did know that the smells of the place were really starting to get to him. The house didn't seem nearly so pungent a few minutes ago, but the odors around him were now so strong he couldn't seem to block them out! The hardwood floor, the fabric of the sofa, and the lone stick of incense were all seemingly vying for attention within his nostrils, and they weren't the only contenders. He could detect a tremendous number of food aromas wafting in from somewhere else (probably the kitchen), even foods that don't normally have such a strong smell, like pecans. Even his own body odor was stronger than it had ever been--maybe his new deodorant wasn't up to the task? Indeed, he could even smell John and Chris, who were long gone already. And there were still other scents he didn't recognize and couldn't identify from his present location.
Seeing that Damon's mind was sufficiently distracted, the witch snapped her fingers, and he was released from his frozen position. His muscles worked again, and he was free to sniff the air. The witch grinned widely. Damon lumbered from one side to the other, sticking out his darkening muzzle as far as it would go, not sure where it would take him if he followed it, but no longer willing to resist. Curious about the faint smells beckoning to him from the floor, he dropped to his hands and knees and snuffled the floorboards beneath him. He even let his changed nose examine something warm and soft that was draped in cloth--and stumbled back in disgust when he realized he was sniffing the witch's backside!
The witch cackled, and Damon stumbled backwards, jumping to his feet and covering his face with his hands, embarrassed by what he'd done. He wondered if he might be tripping on drugs, because everything around him seemed distorted compared to his usual experience of being sober: in addition to the smorgasbord of smells around him, he could also distinctly hear very faint sounds like the rustling of the witch's dress; meanwhile, his view of the surroundings was noticeably discolored and also a tad blurry. He made a sound through his throat, but it didn't resemble his normal voice. He could feel with his hands that his face was sticking out much too far to be normal, and this protruding face felt even fuzzier than it would be if he hadn't shaved for three or four days. Worse, the warmth of the room, which hadn't bothered him before, was now like a blazing oven within and without him. It threatened to make him faint, but somehow he knew he wouldn't. Instead, the burgeoning heat was urging Damon to do something else--something involving his mouth.
Damon parted his thin lips and felt a cooling breeze rush in. Desperate for more, he quickened the pace of his breaths. Feeling better with each gasp, he let his tongue drop out so he could feel more fresh air against the pink surface. He felt his flattened tongue spread out in front of him to flap like a flag in the breeze he was making. Grasping at his surprisingly long tongue with his hands, he marveled that it felt very little like his normal tongue. The witch giggled. Damon flinched, but his tongue away, and looked her in the eyes.