A dangerous challenge

The witch snorted at Simon's rapidly deflating member, his fear having drained the blood from both his face and his cock.

"Not in the mood any more sonny?" She mocked as Simon squirmed helplessly in his bonds. "Not to worry... I know a way you can still have plenty of fun without that... thing."

The witch rose and moved over to her cluttered workbench where she began mixing together various ingredients from the many vials, jars and satchels that lined her shelves. Simon watched on in horror, his limbs so weak that he had almost given up struggling against his bonds entirely. She had **** or bewitched him somehow, he knew and it was getting harder and harder to want to fight her.

A few minutes later the witch returned to the bed clutching a large wooden bowl, its contents smelling at once sweet and foul, like a rotting flower. Simon couldn't get a good look at it, but when the witch started to apply it to his skin he could tell it was some kind of paste, thick and cool and it made his flesh tingle as she rubbed it over him. The witch started at his feet and worked her way up, paying particular attention to his cock and balls, and even his asshole before moving on. She focused similarly on his chest, tweaking his nipples slightly with a snort before finally lathering the strange substance over his face, wiping her fingers clean in his hair.

Simon felt disgusting, covered in slime and yet after a few moments his whole body began to tingle pleasantly and a strange pink mist seemed to envelop his senses. What he couldn't see were the changes his body was undergoing, his muscular male form softening and shrinking slightly, his body hair receding and his facial features changing. The witch clucked happily to herself as she watched the young man transform, his disappearing phallus and growing breasts bringing a wicked gleam to her eyes.

Simon felt groggy and disorientated as the ribbon around his wrists began to loosen and when the witch began to speak to him it took all of his concentration to take it in.

"You've got one night sonny, or perhaps that should be missy..." the witch began, pausing to let out a gleeful cackle. "Maybe a night as a woman will help you to finally learn some respect for us. Hells, you might even enjoy yourself!"

The witch cackled again before adding, "But be careful not to enjoy yourself too much... do that and the spell might not be so... temporary. Magic has a way of sticking when it thinks its right."

She gave Simon a wink, then began to utter strange sounds that made no sense to the young noble, her pitch rising rapidly until there was a bright flash of light then, nothingness.