It was about 4 am now. Mary longed to call someone and perhaps tell them about this potential wonder she'd discovered (stolen), but decided it was far too early for that. Instead she sat the boxes down in front of her and a mirror. She hadn't slept all night, with the worry of her daughter mixed up with the news of her potentially moving out and the sizable bulge in Julie's pants, she'd known what she intended to do since she'd woken up on the couch earlier that day.
She scanned herself in the mirror. At 46 she was definitely showing her age. She had a pudgy look to her, long dark blond hair that flowed down past her sagging C cup bosom, and despite her attempts, the grey was still showing through in spots. She had wider motherly hips and admittedly, not a bad butt for her age, but even now it was beginning to lose it's shape to age and inactivity. At 160 lbs, her 5'2" height made her look much stumpier than she usually felt. She sighed, maybe it was time to get her shit together?
She eyed the chocolates. There was a lot of possibility in here, she thought, not exactly understanding what it all meant. She picked up what looked to be a nipple. It was white chocolate areola, white she ate hesitantly. She felt -something- but couldn't exactly describe the sensation. She checked herself up and down. She couldn't see anything, but she was still also fully clothed.
She wore a dark blue V neck. Its long sleeves covered most of her arms, stopping at the wrists. She wore a black bra underneath, and a matching pair of plain panties underneath her white jeans. Her feet were bare, having thrown off her shoes when she re-entered her own home. She looked rather nondescript, in her own opinion.
Disappointed by the lack of anything, she grabbed another chocolate, and plunged it into her mouth. This time, the flavor was dark, and milky, and this time, she knew where the tingling was coming from. She looked down cautiously at her feet and watched the slowly press out across the rug, pushing the fibers softly out of the way.
"Oh my god...." she whispered. Suddenly her mind filled with questions and ideas. So much so that she actually got a little light headed, and positioned herself to lay on the couch.
Her mind tossed around all the opportunities at her disposal. Could she control her age? Her weight? Her eye color? Hair length? She smiled with contentment as she unwittingly opened Pandora's Box within her mind.
So, she determined, since the dark chocolate made my feet grow, then...
She ripped off her cardigan and stared tentatively at her breasts within their bra. The white chocolate should have made them shrink, but they didn't seem any smaller. Confused, she sat up and unclasped her bra. She now wore only her jeans and panties.
Her breasts sagged lamely upon her chubby little stomach and didn't appear smaller, but her nipples....yes, those were definitely smaller. She'd had already sizable areola at about the size of a 50 cent piece, but they'd reduced slightly and actually made her smile. She'd always been a little conscious about their size.
She eyed the box again, hungrily and -