They went into Circe’s house laughing at their luck. A woman alone, a feast spread, wine flowing, and her hands feeding them like favoured guests. Then the smile dropped. The wand touched each man, and their faces stretched, their backs curved, their skin came up bristled and dark. She herded them into the sty and threw them acorns. The cruelty of the spell is in what was kept. The eyes did not change. Eurylochus, hidden in the trees, crept down and saw it. They knew him. They knew themselves. They knew what they were and could not say it. That is the part that broke him and sent him running back to the ship in fragments. [SPOILER: Circe touches each one with a salve and they rise from the mud taller, younger even, weeping when they see Odysseus. The pigs become men again. But the memory of being pigs does not leave them. They are quieter after.]
The Transformed Crewmen
Eurylochus's twenty, turned to swine with one touch of a wand. Their faces stretched, their hands became hooves. Their eyes stayed the same.