Mary smiled as she watched her boss's nose begin to turn pink and turn up, characteristic of a pig. She was slightly suprised she had grabbed that vial, chosen so...correctly.
His right hand began melting together, the fingers fusing and turning black and hard. His left eye began shifting around in its socket, becoming a pig's eye. His hair--what little there was of it--began falling out in clumps and his greasy glasses were jilted as his left ear began humping, bumping and oozing its way up to the top of his head. His right ear was following, slower, so much slower.
His chest hair was stiffening, becoming pig-bristles, and some of his hair folicles were replaced with thick, stiff animal furs.
He doubled over, making squeeling sounds...but oddly enough, as his chin and jaws reshaped themselves and pig tusks stuck out over his lips, the changes seemed to be slowing down, confining themselves. Most of the liquid had been absorbed by his coat, his shirt, or his fat chest, which was reshaping itself much too slowly. Too much of him was ALREADY pig for it to change Harry Carstars drastically.
Mary grinned. She had just learned something new. If you put this stuff on someone's skin, you didn't get all the change you wanted. But as she looked into her boss's single pig eye, his piggy ears, his piggish head and the hand now beyond use or beauty, she realized it was all the change she NEEDED right now.
She turned to the woman. Mrs. Carstars, she supposed. Did it really matter? Not really. All Mary knew was something had hurt inside of herself when she saw this woman with her boss. And she wanted to make sure that Something didn't hurt too much longer.
"Your turn." Mary said, brightly. She smiled like a movie star and pulled out yet another random vial.
"You can either drink it or you can have it thrown on you." Mary looked down at Harry. He was on his hands and knees, parts of him still changing. Suprisingly, his right hand was starting to fuse and stiffen as well...but Mary supposed that the change wouldn't go very far. "If you want to be like your husband, you can let me take care of you. But I think drinking it will make you much happier."
The woman shook her head. "I'm...he's not...I'm not his wife."
But there was a wedding band on her finger.
"What's your address?" Mary asked, and the woman gave it to her. Mary then held the vial out with a pretty little smile, and after a moment's hesitation, the woman grabbed it and swallowed...perhaps a quarter of it. It slowly filled itself up as the tingles began.
And again, Mary looked at the glass...but felt oddly dissapointed. Something like HER...didn't deserve something so beautiful.