The situation didn't exactly seem to be improving for Adie as she searched the rear of her shop. All the zapping and projecting of this lustful magic had seeped into everything, even the supplies that were supposed to have been warded against such alterations. All her concoctions for improving one's mind had disappeared, all the transformative potions had taken on a bimbofying quality, and all her precious magical artifacts had been sexualized in one way or another. There wasn't an item to be found that would actually help her to reverse the condition afflicting Niamh and Terri.
She ought to have been getting flustered, but honestly? The longer she spent rifling through shelves, finding that every possible avenue and solution was more or less in vain, the more she found herself wondering if this might be for the best. This was the sort of thing that young folks would be far more interested in today than all her old trinkets or odds and ends. It had been depressing, really, how little business she seemed to get in the past few decades - maybe a little rebranding could do her some good, revitalize the business, put her little enterprise back onto the map.
Was she actually considering this? She paused in her wandering, briefly glancing down to her chest - it had swelled up just a bit further, along with her hips flaring out a little bit. This store was so rife with magic that just being around it was altering her body, driving her closer to the state that those girls were in. But she had to admit - it felt absolutely wonderful. The more her body gained mass and sensitivity, the longer her hair became as it lightened to a golden color, the more her skin tanned and her lips plumped - why, she hadn't been this gorgeous in so many decades. That was hardly worth arguing against.
Needs and urges were filling up her head the longer it went on. The flames of desire, once long suppressed and burnt out, were being reignited - already a hand was idly kneading one breast through a dress that had drawn up from her knees to just barely covering her heart-shaped rear end. She was filling up with lust - but they key difference between herself and the girls, or even herself and a comparative whippersnapper like Raize, was centuries of gradually building up mental resistances, and more importantly, having flexible resistances. She could let in the lust without allowing it to overpower her, letting Adie retain her sharp intelligence and knowledge of the mystic.
And in this lair of lustful magic, she still held in her hand an incredibly powerful tool. The amulet she'd given Niamh was hopelessly corrupted, but it remained immensely powerful. The light from it could completely change a person, drive them into the same sex-addicted, airheaded state as her niece. It had been so very, very long since she'd been the sort of witch who wielded mighty artifacts and subjugated mortals for her own pleasure... had she not earned the right to return to that sort of glorious state, if only for a while? Hadn't she helped Sofia and Rhonda save the world often enough to deserve an indulgence in her darker side?
Yes. Yes she most definitely had. A wicked smile crept over Adie's youthful, gorgeous face as the witch clasped the necklace on, its raw power tingling against her skin. With head held high she strode out of the rear of the shop, finding that Raize had completely fallen to transformation, all three girls poised in ambush to hurl potions at her. Excellent. A flash of the necklace filled their eyes and made their knees shake as an instant, quivering orgasm forced all three girls to the ground, where they moaned and played with themselves in shock. This trinket, once used to keep her niece safe, would be excellent for keeping the trio in line.
"It was silly, you know, thinking I could change everything back to normal. God, why would I even want to?" She grinned and leaned against the counter, eyes trailing over each writhing woman in turn. "Congratulations, girls. I've decided to keep you - the three of you can be my slutty servants. Obey my every whim and I'll give you endless pleasure - defy me and the punishment shall be agonozing." Somehow, she was certain all of them would rush to defy her, to bask in the pained pleasure of being forced back into line. Heaven knows that she found the concept of imposing her will into them incredibly tantalizing.
They all seemed excited at her words in any case - just about anything that allowed them to stay happy little airheads would have been met with approval. There was just one thing to work out. "Now what I am going to make out of you three?" There was the obvious answer of making them pose and strip for customers, but that was so banal. There was a whole host of magical things she could inflict on these three. Chaining them up with mystic leashes, expanding their breats until they were immobile, turning them into mermaids helpless on dry land, reducing them to gooey piles of sex-crazed slime, fusing them all into one hyper-sensitive body endlessly orgasming - oh, the wicked things she could do to her new slaves simply boggled the mind!