A Bimbo

Xena is the child of a warchief, she has led armies of orcs and won battle against apparently insurmountable odds. She is still a danger to the kingdom, and Stella knows it is her responsibility to take care of that danger. But killing... killing is so crude. She knows of a much better way to take care of the warrior.

While the orc is kneeling, she touches her forehead. Stella's hand shines bright as Xena's mind is drained of its intellect. Strategy, logic, visualization, arithmetic, predictive reasoning, anything that can be of use to a military leader, Stella sucks it out.

Eventually, as that is left is a dumb compliant bimbo. All that empty brain space... Stella sends another sparks into the orc's head, slowly building up lewdness and horniness.

"W-What happened? I feel... light." Xena holds her head and shakes it.

"I took away all your worries, dear."

"Oh, thank Gods! I hate worries!"

Stella smiles. Xena thinks like a bimbo, but there is still work that could be done to her physical form. Her magic goes back to work, adding a few cup sizes to Xena's bust, making her waist thinner, and making her booty grow into two perfect massive spheres.

"Wowza! Look at that big new shiny patootie!" the bimbo exclaims gleefully, shaking her butt dramatically.

A glimmer flies to the orc's mouth, and suddenly her lips fill out. She brings her fingers up to touch these new dick-sucking pillows, only to see the long colored nails that now adorn her hand.

"What do you want to do now, dear?"

Xena meets the witch's gaze, then frowns as she thinks. Thinking seems to be hard for her. "Iunno. Sex, I guess? I feel, like, really horny right now for some reason."