John and Chris could only be even more terrified of the old witch. She had changed them into frogs and now their partner, Damon, was getting a much worse treatment. Indeed, Damon was now a female pig, having to endure the assault of her new roommate who would not take "no" for an answer, ruled as he was by an animalistic urges which he could control even less than when he had been an actual human. Because yes, this hog used to be a man too but now had to live in the mud and gorging on slops. Not that it bothered him much anymore, as this man had been a real good-for-nothing in his human life. And all of a sudden getting an unexpected occasion to relieve his sexual needs came as a very welcome surprise, no matter if the owner of the receptacle of his semen and erections used to be another human male. That little detail wasn't going to stop him. So Damon's fate logically made the two frogs very, very worried. What could the witch, let alone whomever would be interested in purchasing them, do to them? Suddenly being changed into frogs seemed not too terrible.
And after a while a knock came at the door. In stepped in a witch in a beautiful green flowing dress, all curves, saucy pouts, luscious curly blonde locks and curves galore. She was gorgeous and all smiles. Both shew and the witch had coffee and chocolates, laughing throatily. The beautiful witch was named Circea and she seemed to live on her own on an island, surrounded by animals, nymphs and other mythological animals and creatures. She was interested in adding a little frog to her numerous ponds, or another animal if another transformation was required, depending on her needs. She sauntered to the table and peered closely at the two frogs, offering both a much better spectacle than the old hag that had transformed them. She then picked John's jar. Her choice was made, she made it known and John felt that no matter what happened he probably had gotten the better deal of the three burglars. Much better than Damon, at any rate.