Another potion just like the one she took! Oh, that’d be perfect! Niamh was so cute after all, but she seemed awful nervous all the time, so she totally deserved to be sexy and confident. And okay, yeah, the thought crossed Terri’s mind that she might end up being kind of not so bright like Terri was right now, but she already kinda seemed like a ditz anyway. The ditziness was cute! She was already halfway to being an airhead, so really Terri would just be pushing the adorable Irish girl all the way up to where she kind was headed.
Taking the potion and popping the cork off, she reached up and tugged with all her vapid-brained strength to yank a pretty blonde hair right out of her head. It hurt bad, and she winced, but no way she would let herself cry. This was worth a bit of pain. Remembering for the most part how the preparation went, she dipped the hair into the potion vial, swirling it around and really getting her own drop-dead gorgeous essence soak into the pink liquid before plucking the hair back out. An excited grin lit up her face as she then sat down next to Niamh, head resting in her lap, and poured the elixir right down the girl’s throat.
Her body reflexively swallowed the whole thing down, it’s magical tingle causing her gorgeous green eyes to fly open as awareness suddenly returned. “It worked!” Terri shouted with glee, a hand brushing her new friend’s hair as the Irish girl suddenly began to feel the potion’s effects kicking in. It started with her skin, just as had been the case with Terri’s change, the fair complexion becoming tanned while retaining the endless sea of adorable freckles. A moan of surprise at the pleasure washing over her passed plumping lips, lips that Terri quickly rubbed her thumb over to help quell the confused Niamh as the warmth of the change wash over her body.
Terri’s other hand was quick to pull away the heavy apron covering Niamh’s body - it seemed like she was now exceptionally talented when it came to removing clothing - so that only her t-shirt and jeans would obscure the changes that rippled down her body. The girl’s waist was sucked in, any fat disappearing from these regions and racing away towards places where it could be put to better use. Her chest, her poor, practically flat as a board chest, suddenly swelled up, forcing out another pleased moan as it gained mass. They strained against her tucked-in shirt, and Terri quickly pulled the shirt off as well, revealing a pair of juicy, sizable breasts squeezed by her tiny bra - not as huge as Terri’s own, but still considerable, making her friend even cuter.
Next the energies traveled down to her lower half, and this was where the greatest masterpiece would be forged. Her hips, thighs, and ass all began to swell out - Niamh was a bit bottom heavy to begin with, and her changes seemed intent on driving this to new heights. She cried out in pleasure as her rear end ballooned out into a perfect, luscious bubble butt, practically demanding to be groped at and squeezed. The denim proved unable to hold as her hips also flared out, ripping under the weight of thickening thighs. Just the thought of that ass pressed against her face, those thighs squeezing her head, had her biting her crimson-colored lip with raging desire.
One last change followed as the magic rebounded back up to Niamh's head. Her face was already beautiful, adorably structured and in no need of alteration, but her frazzled, dark red hair needed correction. The poorly-maintained locks began to soften against Terri's hand, becoming silky-smooth curls that lightened in color to a bright, welcoming shade of orange. Lengthening out, the locks tumbled around the girl's head like a frame of soft evening fire, practically glowing with the same warmth that had her now whimpering, a wet stain of orgasmic pleasure visible on her pants as the magic wound down, its work complete. The girl in her arms was now fully awake, panting, and absolutely irresistable.
Delayed as the mental changes happened to be, she still had enough of her faculties to vocalize what had happened. "Ye... ye gave me... a beauty potion..." Or maybe not so delayed after all - one could practically her the gears thunking in her head as she glanced down at her transformed body and felt a surge of confidence rushing through her. The same idiot bravado that was chipping away at Terri's former psyche now gripped Niamh, driving her to sit up, both hands reaching around to pul off her constricting bra. "Sweet Mercy, ye know we got a demon on the loose now?! We need to go get it, before it wreaks havoc!"
Terri pouted slightly. "You mean the robber guy? Do we have to rush and get him?" She wanted to smack his head in, sure, but right now her lust for Niamh was overriding everything else. "You're so hot..." As Niamh moved over to rifle through a shelf, Terri snuck right up behind her and grabbed the redhead's now-bared breasts, squeezing the flesh tight in her hands. The Irish girl bit her lip, but didn't fight back. "Can't we have a little fun first? Pleeeeeeeease?" Aubrey may have been her greatest desire, but how could she refuse Niamh's perfect ass and adorable face? Heck, Aubrey would probably want her to, she was so breathtaking!
"Later, lass, later, I promise," Niamh whispered back to the blonde before arriving at what she wanted. "Aha! This should help us bring in that rotten demon!" She reached up to the top shelf, pulling down...