As the transformation rolled over, threw, and around me I felt a need to stretch. Lifting my forehooves onto a chair I stretched my hind trotters back. Oh the feeling of length and bulk was sensual but still repulsive.
Becky to my astonishment knelt down next to me and began to touch and stroke my maturing hog sheath. To say little this action drove my mind toward boarish lust and my body to more change.
Her touch felt so fine as she poked her index finger deep into my sheath and tickled the uretha. Becky's other hand reached over my bulging rear as he finger nails tickled the bristles sprounting from two hog sized balls.
The lust for to rut as an animal was overpowering any rational thought. I started to breath heavy and huffing gave my hog cock the inspiration to move.
A wriggling movement and Becky withdrew her finger from my sheath. Out came the flat headed member. Pink and moist, covered in hog cum it was dripping juices.
Becky stood up and walked over to the chair and table in the corned of the room. Sitting down she looked nervous, I tried to yell, NO! Becky was not paying any attention to what she was doing and gulped down a slug of my potion filled coffee.
I had to stay where I was since the stance and stretching was giving me a roaring hard for the first time in my life. Wiggling my cloven forehooves my boar passion ran wild. Passion so massive that it aided the change and made it all work very fast.
My hog cock waived in front of my muzzel. The flat end had a narrow flange running around the tip. As I huffed my thoughts were only on mounting a sweet smelling sow.
Becky clenched her stomac as the change began to reduce her to a brother in this flesh. Ears grew to swinelike proportion's. As her nose turned up at the end and merged with an upper lip.
Licking her lips she looked at me and the idea of what she just frank and the realization it contained the potion became all too real.
Jumping from her chair she landed on her knees. Sliding on the floor a short ways to end up next to my round rump.
Fumbling with her blouse and bra she had trouble getting them off as fingers fused to become hooves. Crying turned to whinning as her chest flattened and hips rounded.
The sight of her most sensual change was more than I could bare. Even before her rump had changed to boarish form I found myself on all fours and sniffed her bristly ass.
My most inner desire was to mount, and mount anything. As I climbed over her rear the door opened and the witch's husband walked in with a rope.
A man at one time no doubt he was now very much a well muscled satyr.
"Come my fine new boars and pen filled with sows awaits your coming!"
In a moment I ran for the door and with a changing Becky was slammed shut up it a sty.