"Not quite yet." Madame Illusia said as Monica was rising from the ground. "You still have 12 years of time to consume."
Monica was confused, but soon noticed Illusia holding a bowling ball sized sphere in her hand. Monica knew what was going to happen.
"I'm happy to be in my 40s! I can be cougar- or-" Monica shouted, but felt a stinging warmth hitting the abdomen.
"NNNggghhh...!" Monica winced "STOP! I-"
" 'Since we are here... We may as well give you what you want...', were the exact words you spew from your cum filled tongue." Madame Illusia said as she slowly made the orb shrink which cause Monica to age.
The change wasn't painful, but the thought of dread filled Monica's mind. She felt the cum drying inside he mouth into crust as it could had survived just an hour in the mouth. As Monica aged her body begun to change rapidly. The once motherly breasts grew in volume just a hint more before deflating like water balloons.
As she didn't have any children her hips stayed the same size and the proportions of chubby hourglass started to switch into more pear shaped. Her hair gained gray spots and the pussy felt weird.
"You are now 45-years-old. At this point it's very difficult you to have a offspring of your own." Madame Illusia graveled at coughing Monica.
"You are a WITCH! This wasn't what I had in mind at all?" Monica yelled as she struggled to be on her feet. "Turn me back!"
She noticed how her body's veins were now more visible and the puffiness and smoothes turned into more older. There were only handful of men who would find her truly attractive by normal standards. The small potbelly was only visible weight she had as the breasts now drooped like two pendulums.
"Fuck." Monica said out loud and begun to masturbate once more.
"You see as you are now in your 50s. You are deviant. Nothing can satisfy you anymore as you are mere fetish material to them. If you had a child you would have still had chance with wider ass, but with that small bottom you are falling hard." Madame Illusia taunted as the grape sized orb finally fizzled from his hand.
Jason looked at distance as the woman whom he fucked seconds ago was now older than his mother. The 54-year-old woman winced as she desperately tried to satify herself.
"Jason. Dear. Come fuck me once more. I need you." Monica begged.
"If I were you. I wouldn't give sympathy for those who think that magic is just a fancy tool." Madame Illusia said as she patted Jason's shoulder. "Unless you are willing to spare her misery by donating some of your youth to her."
"What do you mean?" Jason asked nervously.
"Aging magic is like a downward slope. Some people forget that while it is easy to give, it's even harder to find a receiver. That's why people in past valued those who can perform the spell since only one receiving the short end of the stick is the women like her. It's a shame that her husband was completely moron and creedy not to stop." Madame Illusia said and kept walking forward. "I give you 10 minutes to reconsider my offering, as she offered me something I haven't ever seen."
The teary eyed Monica gasped air as her brain was filled with images of dicks and men younger than her. Jason walked next to Monica and explained the situation. The crowd also took an intermission break before beginning of the second act.