Mel looked down as he imagined his ultimate change down low. He sensed the inner changes as things and organs moved about to make being a boar possible.
Watching his penis change to what he knew was the cork screw of a boar he touched it's red flared tip and screamed an instant and the most intense feeling of passion he'd ever felt.
Again his stiffening hand grasp the slender rod and as he stroked it the anguish of his growing testicles rolled him onto his back. Now with feet in the air his weight bloomed as he turned to gaze at the Witch.
"Enjoy, I only make men into five year old mature boars. Once the change is complete your sex drive should be a hundred times that of some worthless human male. Then too it is a while before the sows are in heat, October or November anyway a good long while for you to build the beastial lust for mating. I suspect by the end of three moons your lust will prefer to keep you as a boar and we won't have to talk about changing you back will we?" the Witch chuckled.
As spine stretched and the dormant tail bone of a human took on renewed growth the pig's tail and switch strain outward. Mel had little real pain from the mircle of her spell. The true feeling of change was a pain to his manhoed more than to his brain.
Hocks, knees fetlocks hooves all the leg bones of the coming boar self clicked and locked into position as with a snort from large nostrils a large boar rolled to stand on all fours.
The Witch smiled and kneeling down she took from her purse of the craft she knew so well a salve. Her index finger poked up the boars sheath and swabbed the salve about. Then with another dip into the purse she spread the evil salve over the two huge boar testicles.
Suddenly the Boar squealed whether from pain or pleasure none save the Witch knew why. Mel bolted for the trough and finding a mature sow he mounted her in seconds. Humping his pelvis he strained the corkscrew cock out into the light of day.
"Go for it!" yelled the Witch as Mel's mind went blank and his every move was from a sex craved boar hog. The sow squealed but was held fast between the mature boar and the water trough.
In went the red corkscrew penis and wound it's sensitive way down and inside the sow's tight and unwilling vagina. Grunting in true animal sounds Mel watched and remembered his every beastial action as the mating proceeded.
Slam and bank he thrust into the sow with a vengence of a passion struck boar. The lust built as the sensual feeling increased his pleasures. The sow at last gave in and pushed back giving Mel the deepest depth of his boar's cock.
"Huh, huh, huh!" grunted Mel as the load of boar hog semen exploded in floods of cum and sticky gel of the semen. A turn a look to the Witch saw her smile and say," True all true men are pigs down deep and when down deep the all act like pigs!"