A Woman

Something in the recess of his mind catches her attention. A secret that the orc has hidden from everyone, especially from the warchief.

The orc knows, has known for a long time, that they are not comfortable with their current physical form.

The witch smiles. The warchief was known to be vehemently misogynist; How angry would he be if "his favorite son" was turned into a woman?

With a flick of the wrist, she begins the transformation. Her prisoner's form is surrounded by a pink hue as the entire body is remodelled. Shoulders become narrower, body hair thins out, facial features are smoothed out, and the massive pectoral muscles take on a slightly more rounded shape. And, of course, fat gets redistributed towards her thighs, hips and ass.

When the magic dies down, Stella is facing a tall and buff woman. She, the orc, looks down at her body, noticing her brand new chest.

"What have you d-" She stops mid-sentence, stunned by the new pitch of her voice.

"You may not hurt me," the witch whispers in a voice laced with enchantment. Then, she waves off the arcane bond keeping her new plaything in place.

The orc, still in her kneeling position, slowly moves her hands over herself, feeling her new body. She is fascinated by her new curves, her new smoothness. She brings one hand below her loincloth.

"You didn't change that," she notes while holding her dick.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. Maybe I'll turn it into a pussy, maybe I'll leave it as is." She steps forward as she says that, and holds up one hand against the orc's smooth cheek.

"You look beautiful," the witch adds. "And you need a new name."

The orc blushes. She has obviously thought about this before, about what name she would want for herself. It is easy for Stella to look into her head and find it.

"I shall call you... Xena."

Her blush grows deeper. The witch has voiced it first; Accepting it would symbolize the witch's power over her. But, that is the name she would've picked for herself, and thus she truly wants it

"I am okay with that," she mutters.

"Now, what should I do with you?" The witch taps one of her manicured fingers against her plump lips as she thinks about her options.