The witch cackled as Brian cackled and laid an egg in the pile of straw in which he'd been sleeping with his head under his wing. He raised his wing and head with a start as the heavy round object forced its way out of him. He was startled and ran around in circles clucking in amazement at the egg he'd laid, and the fact that he was now a hen. He clucked for Christine, Mike and Joe. The lizard-size dragon angrily snorted smoke, he hated being a tiny slave or familiar if you prefer.
Mike was admiring his equipment proudly until he remembered that mules are sterile. Then he brayed in dismay, it was worse than being a gelding, because at least a gelding was still a horse. He was a half breed: half ass, and half horse!
The witch doubled over in laughter at the three transformed men's predicament. She felt a pain in her gut, and her laughter became moans. It felt like something was gnawing at her insides. She staggered toward her spell book, but collapsed halfway across the room into a quivering heap. She stared as her withered hand stretched out. The crippling arthritis was gone, her rough and wrinkled skin became smooth and taut. She was getting younger, she thought, but why did it hurt, so much? Her flat sagging chest ballooned with two ample breasts tightly trapped beneath her now tight robe. She smiled inspite of the pain, her tits were bigger than they'd ever been.
She pulled herself up to the mirror, and watched as the skin on her face tightened, and the steel-wool grey hair turned blonde at the roots. Funny? she thought her hair would be black again, not blonde if she was getting younger. Her nose, and ears shrank. The features no longer resembled her, in fact the looked more like the young woman that she'd devoured the night before. "NO!" she screamed, then a different voice came from her lip, "Miss me, boys? I'll have you back to normal in just a few minutes. Just have to finish reintegrating myself, she should've known better than to cross magicks with me!" she said smugly. Shaking her head, the grey matted hair became silky blonde waves of hair. She sighed as her new body stretched for the first time.
(Ty marveled at Christine's ingenuity, he'd counted her out of their little game, now they all had another chance. He sighed. Ty had wanted to end this early, he thought he was too big for D&D. He'd just have to come up with something more extreme to eliminate this bold quartet of heroes. He set his jaw to think, while Christine unwove the witch's spells.)