Ty looked around. June the sow and Mark the boar were already having sex, while Dustin had reformed into a piglet on the Cinzano table. A traumatized piglet still covered with barbecue sauce and recently roasted by Circe, but a piglet all the same.
Circe was now a big fat sow, but a big fat sow with all the allure of a legendary enchantress, and Landon, the handsome and incredibly well-hung (and aparently straight) boar didn't need any encouragement to go start nuzzling her and then putting it to her with piggy love.
Ty was pretty pleased with himself. He'd taken all of his mother's powers, not just her knack for transformation, and knew he could now fly, turn invisible, and shoot fire from his fingertips, among other tricks. Even better, he found he had an almost encyclopedica knowledge of Greco-Roman myth, though of course for Circe this was just local gossip and various scandals. And he'd made himself immortal, with a clause that nothing in his wish would backfire, and he'd wished to be immune to magic too.
Unfortunately, as Ty started to realize, in wishing that he was immune to all magic, that wish was something he'd forgotten to backfire-proof and now he'd lost the power to transform himself. Worse, he realized that while he was not immortal, he had forgotten to ask to be unaging. And while he wasn't aging any more than your average teenage boy, he couldn't just wish himself young again now. Worse, Circe knew about this goddess of the dawn who'd wished that her boyfriend was immortal but forgot to ask for the unaging part, and eventually he withered up until he was nothing more than a cricket. That took centuries, but it was still not a pleasant prospect.
Worse, Circe was now a dull sow and aparently enjoying her dull sowdom, squealing with wild abandon as Landon porked her. At last they were done, and Ty watched as Circe got fatter and fatter, then suddenly realized she wasn't getting fatter so much as experiencing rapid pregnancy. She began to squeeze out one piglet after another, then Ty realized they weren't piglets, they were human babies, Circe having put spells of rapid delivery on herself.
Finally there were seven human babies nursing on her teats along with the barbecue-sauce-covered Dustin piglet who'd gone to get a suck as well, because even if he vaguely remembered Circe roasting him, a teat was a teat and he was a pig.