Greg wonders how powerful, and how quick, the potion will work. He'd tested some of the other potions on plants before, but never on a living person. Granted, none of the potions on display are fairly dangerous. The ones that Greg wouldn't dare touch are probably in Avad's personal locked supply. He felt fairly safe with toying with his new test subject and letting her sample the Potion of Bimbo.
Greg wasn't dumb either. He had a fetish for bimbos and was curious whether the effects would be mental, physical, or both. Rachele was cute to begin with, but imagining her becoming a ditzy blonde bimbo made Greg fairly hard.
Rachele handed the empty bottle to Greg who returned it to the shelf.
"So, how do I know it worked? I don't feel particularly more lucky" Rachele commented.
"It might not be immediate." Greg said, eyeing Rachele over for any changes. "Let me show you more of the store while we wait for it to take effect."
Greg walked past Rachele and led her further down the small aisle towards the back of the store. When they reached the end of the aisle, he moved to the side and motioned for her to continue around. The reached the bureau containing mystical artifacts, clearly visible behind the glass doors.
"These are the Artifacts of the Arts" Greg explained. "I'd explain what each of these items does, but, to be honest, I think this case is just full of bullshit" Greg said with sarcasm. Rachele snickered at the joke, a slight chuckle that turned into a small giggle. Greg's heart spiked and he stole a glance at her.
The first thing he noticed was that she seemed a little taller than before. Her pants and sleeves showed more of her ankles and wrists than before and, although he still looked down at her, she was closer to matching his eye level. On top of that, her lips seemed more full and streaks of blonde shown through her dark red hair like yellow stripes.
"Woah, what's up?" Rachele asked, confused with the look of surprise and happiness on his face. She looked down, not noticing the changes so far, and looked back up even more confused. "You know, I do feel kinda weird or something. Like my head is a little foggy"
"Uh-huh.." Greg said, taking a step closer. He needed a closer view for this next part.
Rachele's breathing increased a little and sweat started to bead on her forehead. "Hey, uh, that drink is workin' I think..." she started to say breathlessly. With a sharp breath in, Greg watched the front of her blouse push up as her bust increased a cup size. Then another! Every other breath caused her tits to surge forward and for the cleavage visible in her v-shaped opening to increase. Rachele gasped and grabbed at her increasing bust in disbelief.
"Ohmigod, my boobies are bigger!" she exclaimed. Greg noticed that her voice seemed to be of a higher pitch and her vocabulary was changing. A look at her face showed that her eyes were unfocused and a big smile was spreading on her face. With 2 cartoonish poofs of air, her lips puffed up noticeably. Greg could imagine her sucking his dick with those pillows and his dick was instantly growing hard.
"Your... boobies?" Greg asked, tentatively excited.
"YEAH!" Rachele said, shaking them for emphasis. As they wobbled back and forth, near cantelope size at this point if Greg had to guess, Rachele continued. "They were, like, small before but now they're bigger than my bra! Hehehe, this is great, I always wanted big tits."
Greg was about to comment on her 'boobies' when a tell-tale rip emanated from the back of Rachele's pants. She gasped and reached for her ass causing another large shakeup in her freed breasts.
"Oh 'em gee, my ass just like ripped through my pants!" She turned around to show Greg, who was trying real hard to keep his raging boner at bay. Sure enough, it looked like she was smuggling 2 bowling balls within her chinos if it wasn't for the clear tear right underneath each cheek. As she turned, Greg could hear more ripping and see the 2 tears meeting in the middle and ripping up the crack of her enlarged ass.
"Wow.." Greg whispered, blown away by the effects the potion was having on her. While her tits hadn't grown out of control, her ass certainly had! Her lips, perfect for dick sucking, were spread in a disbelieving smile as she stopped growing upwards finally. At Greg's height of 6'1, she had to be nearly 5'10 at this point! Her hair had lost it's natural red tones and looked closer to a light strawberry blonde with platinum streaks spread sporadically.
"Um, mister..." Rachele said, drawing his attention away from her rocking body. She bit her lower lip and looked hungrily at him. "I feel sooo goood right now. Is this 'cuz of the potion thingy?" One of her hands absently went towards her torn pants, reaching underneath for... Oh, now Greg understood what she was feeling. Question is, what should he do with her now in her bimbofied state?