In her rush to give Niamh a double dose of the potion, Terri hadn't quite noticed a bit of it splashing out onto the necklace around the Irish girl's neck. She definitely took notice, however, as the small red gemstone centerpiece suddenly began to glow, its color rapidly shifting to a bright pink just like the potion - ohhh, there was still a little bit left in there! She grinned and brought it up to her lips, downing the rest of the mixture before carelessly tossing the bottle away for somebody else to clean up.
Niamh seemed to be in a trance as she stumbled back, leaving the blonde to squeeze at her breasts with glee as she felt them swelling up once more in her hands. She was going to be even hotter than before, Terri was certain of it, but Niamh - oh god, she could just feel the sexiness radiating off the girl as her beautiful green eyes shifted to a dark, entrancing shade of pink. The double dose, the stuff already in her system, and that weird magic gem thing, they were all combining to do something just breathtaking to her.
That gorgeous hair she'd been thinking about got it first, spilling out and growing like crazy. Tons and tons of curly orange locks falling all the way down to the floor. Terri reached out with a foot to poke it and just that alone was enough to make her moan, a hand moving down to reach between her expanding thighs and pleasure herself. It stayed that same fire color at the base, but about halfway down it shifted to a platinum blonde color, giving her the best of both possibilities. God, she just wanted to go and get lost in that mountain of hair forever.
Oh but did she ever have some other mountains. Her boobs had gotten pretty big before, but now they just suddenly started going crazy, swelling out so fast Terri had to stumble back to keep from getting knocked over by them. They were insane! Easily as big around as beach balls by the time they stopped grown, big enough you could smother somebody and it'd be the hottest death ever! Terri's own now-gigantic jugs were still dwarfed by Niamh's, almost making her jealous enough to go grab another potion and give herself yet another dose just to be bigger again.
Bigger - oh she was getting bigger, nice and tall, easily a foot taller than Terri now. Tall enough that they could stand face to face at full height and her mouth would be at boob level. She licked her thick lips, getting wetter every second she imagined them up against Niamh's own lips, now insanely plump and shifting to a perfect shade of green for an Irish lass. Her nails too, they were getting green - awww, how come her nails didn't change color! Now she really was jealous, her envy matched only by how much she wanted to make love to Niamh right then and there.
God, why even wait! With an excited war cry, she dropped to her knees and crawled right in, just barely ducking under those massive tits in order to get at her soaking wet folds. Her arms went up and wrapped themselves around thighs and hips enormous enough to match her goddess-like rack, just barely able to get around far enough that she could grab handfuls of that moon-sized ass and squeeze. Her tongue plunged right into a pussy that was aching and desperate for relief, smashing right through the entrance and lapping up every little bit of juice leaking out from her.
Empty as her head was getting, it could still get emptier as she forgot all about Aubrey. Oh sure, she was hot and all, but Niamh was fucking divine, screaming with pleasure and pressing Terri's head in harder with powerful hands that clawed and pulled at her blonde locks. It was painful, good pain, the kind of pain a pussy-hungry little slut like her was supposed to feel. She didn't want Aubrey anymore, she didn't want to be smart, she didn't even care about the robber, she just wanted Niamh to fuck whatever was left of her brains right out of her skull.