October’s mother stood there, trying as hard as she could to resist the curse, but as a mortal her will was not strong enough. Her hands, like a magnet to another, were being pulled to the selection of 3 products.
The Red Coloured Potion
The Apple
The Grey Coloured Potion
Mandy looked at the selection and picked the most dull looking one, hoping it would be the least effective. Her hand inched closer to the potion, she placed her hand on it and lifted it up. As her body unconsciously moved it to her mouth, she inspected it. It was grey, it wasn’t a typical liquid, it was a little thick. She took a deep breath before her hand poured the liquid down her throat. It ran down like a cold soup. It’s taste was similar to dust, it tasted old.
She placed the glass back on the table, she breathed out a dry breath. Her mouth felt empty, she needed a drink of water. She collected the number of empty vials and bottles and made her way upstairs.
As she walked up the stairs, her back was starting to ache, as were her feet. Actually most of her was aching. She made it to the top of the stairs and into the kitchen. Sorin was still sitting at table, reading. She made her way to the sink. As she leaned over to put the empty glasses in the sink, she groaned.
“Everything alright, Mandy?” Sorin asked, he took his eyes away from what he was reading,
“Yeah,” she responded, “just a little sore I guess,”
“Here, I’ll do the cleaning up, you go have a lie down,”
“Thanks, Sorin,” she said, making her way to the couch to have a rest. She passed the mirror, she stopped to look at herself, “Huh...” she said to herself. She looked closer, “I knew I was getting old... but...” she looked closer. Her wrinkles were more defined, her skin looked thinner. Her hair was a little grey, but it was greying rapidly.
“What the hell!?” She yelled at herself, she watched as her skin become more and more wrinkled. Her body sagging more and more. Her breasts were now lowering lower than she could reach down. They weren’t big in the first place, C cups, but they were now where her ribs were.
Her hair was now all grey, her eyebrows as well. Her hair was thinning too. Everything about her was wrinkled and fragile. She was an old woman, she looked like her mother.
“Sorin!” She yelled, her voice was wobbly and frail.
“Yes, Mandy, is everything... on my...” Sorin looked at his wife. He rushed over and grabbed her, he felt her skin become older and worn more and more.
He quickly waved his hand and appeared a small green yellow vial. He grabbed it out of the air and took the cork out of the top of it. He poured it down Mandy’s throat.
He watched her pale face quickly lighten, her body seemed to regress a little. Her skin become a bit thicker,
“Mandy, there will be a small side effect with this but it should fix the problem for the moment,”
She nodded her head. She looked down and saw her belly begin to bloat. Her skin was getting thicker and less thin. Her wrinkles didn’t seem to disappear but they showed less. Her belly was bloating still, it stopped around where her nose stuck out. Her waist thickened too, as did her thighs. Not a lot but noticeably. Her butt even got thicker. Her breasts grew nearly two whole cup sizes. They were still very saggy, and she wasn’t wearing a bra, so they rested on her bloated stomach. Her cheeks filled out a little too.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was briefly a ninety year old woman, now she looked around sixty or seventy, and she was much thicker in some areas.
“October!” Sorin yelled,