Robert fell to all fours, not sure what was happening. Allison eyes, glowing red, glared down on him, alerting him to the danger incoming. He was scared, but not as scared as he was going to be. His flesh felt suddenly volatile, unsure of what form it was suppose to be. He could feel it shift and shuffle around the body. He couldn't find the strength to stand on two legs, instead only his hands stopped him falling flat on his expanding nose. His face cracked as two tusks protruded out. He would have tried to feel the changes with his hands, but instead his arms had reshaped into short stubby legs. His hands still remained, but not for long. At the same time as his feet, they narrowed into trotters, useless for all but walking on.
"But babe, we can sort this out" he tried to disarm the witch with his charm. However his mouth, now almost an extension of his snout, wouldn't be any use winning over ladies. Instead, his body, now naked as any animal, would not win over any ladies. Well human ladies anyway.
Allison looked down at the boar, which mere moments ago had been a man. She could hardly believe what unleashing her inner circe had done. This man's idle comments had lead to a demotion down the food chain. Well to be fair he brought it on himself. His accretion of misogynistic comments had led to this. She considered what to do with the boar, which still had the mind of a man....