The evil spell well remembered by the Witch began it's bending and shapeing of Mel to boar.
Falling to his knees the rapture spell bored deep into body and soul. Quickly saliva driped in strings from his lips as teeth pushed out human moulders to bring in teeth worth of eating corn cobs and roots.
A moan sounding like when a man finds deep satisfaction in a woman emits from his changing mouth.
"It is working!" the With mumbles as Mel's body twists and wriggles.