Your lower face burns as it is pushed out into a muzzle, your tongue starting to feel out of place in your growing mouth.
You look down at your hands to see your nails become darker as patches of brown and black fur creep up from your hand to your arms.
You slowly begin to realise what’s happening… “I-I’m becoming a dog!” You try to shout, but only barks escape your morphing mouth.
Your snout finishes forming to its new canid form and suddenly your teeth begin to ache and you let out a whine. Your newly formed tongue lolls out to the side of your mouth and you begin to heavily pant.
The Rottweiler starting to chuckle.
A poof of smoke appears and gone is the Rottweiler and in its place is a young, slender, woman.
You stair confused and bewildered before being distracted by your rapidly altering body.
“Witch!” You try to say.
“Why yes I am!” She responds, “who’s a smart doggie? You are!”
You instinctively growl in response.
Your ears start to prick up and begin to move to the top of your head, making the witches laughing louder.
A sharp cracking can be heard with your new ears as your legs start to snap into a more digitigrade position.
You feel your toes press up tightly against your shoes, and your shoes slowly start to rip.
The fur is almost everywhere now, slowly creeping up your neck to finish the job.
Your shoes finally burst open relieving the pain on your toes.
The other dogs are barking manically, almost like they’re telling you to get out.
You try to stand but can’t as announced by the loud cracking of your back as it makes your quadruped form permanent.
As you try to drag yourself across the floor, you can feel your fingers getting stubbier and your thumbs moving up your arms to become dewclaws. Pads start to form underneath your new paws.
A sharp and agonising pain from your tailbone erupts in a fury and you feel something press against your pants.
Your clothes become baggier and heavier on your body and you slip out of them, the only piece of clothing retaining to your body being your underwear.
“Ooo yay! You’re done!” The witch exclaims.“won’t need these anymore!” She says starting to pull your underwear off your legs.
You snap at her hand and she flicks you on the nose, disorientating you.
She pulls off the last piece of clothing and you stand embarrassed, cowering with your tail between your legs.
She goes to pick you up, presumably so she can put you in a cage.