Picking the red speedo from her head the witch took a long slow breath.
"Well, now you have done it." she said to the speedo. Erick twitched a little in her hands but that was the best he could manage. "You see all that random stuff you just spilled in there? The magic is going to go out of control now. Bugger it all. I better move fast while I still can."
She tossed Erick aside, and he landed on the edge of a large wooden table. He could see straps made of thick leather on the sides, this table had been used to restrain somebody.
In the middle of the room the witch bent over and grabbed a side of the huge cauldron, grunting with the effort of trying to tip it back upright. Erick could see her standing in the middle of the spill, various colors glowing gently as they mixed and separated. The whole mess seethed as if it was alive. The witch grunted again and then stood up, looking at Erick. Her eyes went wide.
"What have you..." her voice cracked and then got deep, changing from the high pitched voice of a woman to that of a man. "... done?" she said. She bent double and gripped her sides, pulling her ragged black frock over her head to reveal her hideous withered old body.
Something was wrong though. As Erick watched, fascinated, her grunts became deeper, more manly. Her skin was stretching, smoothing out, and she seemed to be getting bigger. Her shoulders got wider, her bones creaking. Her muscles grew all across her back, and then she stood up and faced him.
Not a woman at all. She looking more and more like a man every second. A young man at that, with short sandy blonde hair and a smooth sculpted body. Her breasts smoothed out in to firm pecs, and between her legs something was happening too but her hands were covering it up. The man gritted his teeth and sucked in air, clearly he was not enjoying this part of his change.
"Ow... fuck fuck that fucking hurts. You stupid human look what you did to me!" the witch said. No longer a withered old hag, but now an extremely sexy man of about 25.
"This is going to get worse. Who knows else is happening?" He gestured upstairs, and sure enough a loud crash came from the living room.
"Well. I'm not gonna stand here naked. Come here." He grabbed Erick, who tried to get away but he was much too slow. Soon he was being pulled up and over the witches new package, stretched tight. "That's better. Now let's get this shit cleaned up."