The Akkadian is transformed.

"It helps because I can do this." The Sorceress laughed.

Taking a good hard look at the captured whore, the witch turned suddenly and gestured towards the Akkadian and muttered a phrase in some arcane language. A blue glow suffused her outflung hand, which then leapt out from her open palm to strike the assassin on his broad chest. Muttering an oath the Akkadian pounced forward, seizing the witch by her slender neck and thrust her backwards against the alley wall. The two Orc guards started forward, but a gesture from the witch halted them with a growl.

"What have you done you bitch?" The Akkadian demanded, his strong fingers exerting pressure on the witch's neck.

The Sorceress smiled as a tingling began in the Akkadian's hands and feet. His eyes went wide with surprise as his fingers shortened and grew slender. He felt the strength diminish in his arms and swore as he realised he no longer had the power to snap the Sorceress's neck as he had only moments before. The change travelled back along his arm, his magnificent corded muscles shrinking and the limb becoming smooth and womanly. Henna markings darkened on his skin and he realised what the witch intended.

"No, stop this." He demanded.

The Sorceress laughed at his distress at with relative ease pulled the assassin's hand away from her neck. The Akkadian staggered back from the woman, his legs altering as he stared down in horror. They shrank and became smooth just as his arm had and he stumbled as his boots no longer fitted his now petite feet. The transformation continued and he moaned as he felt the tingle of magic reach his crotch. His cock, still erect from the effect of the Sorceress's musk deflated and inverted itself, disappearing into his body in an disturbing sensation.

"Noooo, my cock! It's gone!" The Akkadian cried.

His chest began to ripple unpleasently and then swell as his torso shrank. With awful suddeness a pair of breasts were pushed out from his body and bounced around as gravity took hold and the mounds of flesh jostled on another. The change spread upwards into the Akkadian's neck.

"You bitch, I'll kill you." He swore, his voice changing mid sentance to a womanly pitch as his adam's apple vanished.

The magic crept up to his head and though he could not witness it the Akkadian knew his face was altering. His close cropped hair quickly sprouted and grew lush curls and dropped downwards, cascading over his now shapely shoulders and brushing his back and the tops of those perfect breasts.

The Akkadian stood speechlessly stunned, staring down at his transformed body. Every inch he could see was a perfect match of the captured whore. He was **** to grab for his leather loincloth as it began to slide down his slimmed hips, dragged down by the weight of the twin shortswords scabbarded on his broad belt.

"This is madness." He declared, his voice soft and sweet. "Change me back at once."