Ty held his head out before him, his face turned towards his body. He stared down at the pussy between his shoulders with a stern look of concentration and constrained lust. The greedy purple slit lay there, affixed firmly to his body, drooling and unmoving, yet somehow taunting him as it slowly began to stain his clothes. His neck-dick was no better, with pre constantly dribbling from it with every step he took. It took a lot of effort for him, despite his disgust at the sick transformation his body had endured, to not slide his head into the purple thing and lost himself for hours on the forest floor. Not looking at it helped, and so long as he held his head only by the chin without touching the cock, he was able to mostly ignore the constant sensations emanating from the twin genitalia.
He walked on, following the only trail he could make out in the dim forest, trudging across the uneven dirt path for hours until something prickled his senses. Smoke. More accurately, the smell of a camp fire and smoked meats. It drifted to him in a cloying cloud, and his stomach rumbled as he was reminded he had not eaten since arriving in this world. Looking around for the source of the scent, he spotted a little footpath several yards ahead of him that led to a glimmer of light emanating from the dense tree cover. As he entered, he found a wide clearing with flowers and vegetables being grown in a garden, at the center of which was a very cozy looking little cottage. It was the stereotypical house in the woods, stone walls, wooden shingles, and a chimney out of which the smells drifted. Near the front door, a wooden sign declared this home to be the “Witch Nia’s Potions & Sundry”, with a painting of a potion bottle and a witches hat.
Ty walked up to the door and knocked. He heard a clamor from inside, bottles clinking and papers rustling, as someone walked to the front. A latch clicked and the door swung open to reveal woman, slightly smaller than Ty, even with his head removed. She had a pale complexion, further enforced by her black lipstick and eye-liner, slightly hidden behind a pair of bifocals. She had long pearl white hair tied into a bun, capped by a long pointy purple hat. She was clothed in dark purple robe that did nothing to hide her prodigious cleavage, and Ty could even see the little mole on her right breast. She was holding a bottle of violently red ichor in her left hand, and a tome in the other. She promptly dropped the bottle when her eyes fell upon Ty, both parts of him. The bottle crashed on the ground, and the liquid began to eat away at the earth beneath, but the witch did not seem to care.
It was only with the crash that Ty remembered he did not in any way look normal, especially with his head detached and the cock dangling from underneath it. Embarrassed, he did his best to hide it by hugging his head to his chest and burying the cock between the folds of his monk clothes. The witch looked him up in down, slack jawed. She looked him in the eyes and spoke, “Don’t see to many tieflings in this part. Faeries got you, didn’t they?”.
Ty replied in the affirmative as the witch motioned for him to come inside…