The taste of the witch's brew was absolutely vile. No question about it. Jake spluttered and retched but unfortunately he did not puke it out of his stomach. The potion was enchanted to stay in the belly and do its magic, after all.
"What have you done to me, you foul old woman?!?!" shouted Jake in anger.
The witch did not answer but merely grinned widely at her captive, her eyes shining with expectation.
Jake could not pinpoint the exact taste, let alone the ingredients, of the witch's awful potion but it was purely revolting. The problem was that soon the awful lingering taste in his mouth became the least of his worries. He clutched his belly, groaning. The pain was just horrible! And it was spreading to his waist, legs and feet too! His eyes and mouth also exploded in agony and he was at once on the floor of his cage, blind and incapable of articulating his own torture. His molars grew and extended out of his jaws, even clenched, like tusks, before Jake realised with horror that they had become smooth and crenellated with sharp indentations. Jake was blind so he could only feel something occurring to his legs and was solely aware of his poor eyes. As he pressed his fingers to his shut eyelids, he could sense his eyes divide in two and shifting to his forehead. His two new eyes still possessed a blurry vision but his first eyes were recuperating enough for him to be the poor hapless witness to what his legs were doing. And what a horrible sight it was! His two legs had divided themselves into four each and these eight puny things were agitating themselves in the air uncontrollably like the disgusting legs of an insect! The poor youngster was on his butt but said butt started to expand like two solid balloons. It was not the only thing that expanded. On his chest, Jake's nipples swelled and became rounded, big yet firm globes of flesh. His waist clinched itself to drastic proportions and only emphasized even more his enormous ass. Ass whose cheeks covered themselves in a thick, odd, hard and smooth hide. For all those new limbs and organs, though, three vanished. Jake's testicles forcefully were absorbed into his new folds of skin and his penis painfully followed. The three rearranged themselves to become ovaries and a vagina. Jake stared at his new vulva, with its arrogant labia, ready to receive a penis, as if his own had never existed at all. So entranced was Jake by his new crotch, as sickening as it was fascinating, that he was solely dimly conscious of his lips becoming a sexy pout with lips to die for, his nose a cute tiny button nose indeed and his face round. His hair became long and fell a little past his shoulders, longer than they ever had been. When the transformation was finally over and Jake rose himself and in fact his humongous abdomen tentatively upon his eight legs, a lot sturdier than they appeared, he could only witness his new body, female and not insectoid but arachnoid. An arachne with four eyes, eight legs, a large chest and new instincts swirling in his head. As for the witch, she was thoroughly impressed by her own work, if she might have said so herself with no false modesty.