Morton motioned for Florence to step forward next.
Amazed at what had happened to Jordan, she shuffled forward, using a cane to keep her balance.
Florence was only 5'1 and weighed a little over 90 pds.
Morton decided that Florence would be his seductive assassin. He examined Florence for a few moments as he put into thought what he wanted to happen to her and then made his wish.
Morton had wanted there to be an instantaneous change and this time there was no waiting. Florence grabbed the sides of her head and screamed as though her very life was being taken from her. Despite this, her voice was only getting stronger until it sounded like a young woman.
Florence's body began to stretch and thin until she had gained 7". Her clothes began to hang oddly on her as her shirt became tight across her chest and barely covered her mid-riff, while her pants just fell off.
Angie looked enviously at Florence's toned legs and beautiful face. A face that had regained it's former good looks and been enhanced upon by Morton's magic and she knew she wanted it. She wanted to be next.
Florence's hair was still the same shade of silver but it was no longer a mess but sleek and shiny and came down to her butt in magnificent curls. Florence then gasped with pleasure as she felt the return of her sexuality, of her burning desires, her drive. Something she had long ago accepted as lost to her. She also realized she had gained a new desire, she wanted to kill. It was a part of her, it was who she was. The pinnacle moment of love and the pinnacle moment of hate. She wanted one just as much as the other.
Florence now stood at 5'8" and weighed a healthy 160 pds. Most of which was in her size D breasts. She had looks that would kill and was as flexible as a contortionist. Able to touch the balls of her feet to the back of her head. With one last gasp of pleasure, Florence ripped her clothes and proudly showed off her nude form. Contorting her body so that Morton thought he might have some action in his pants without any further assistance.
Lifting up her cane, Florence broke it in two and twirled the two pieces in her hands before throwing them across the room and they stuck into the wall.
Morton watched his creation with pleasure and knew that just as surely as Florence was seductive as she was deadly. She now knew over a hundred ways to kill a man, from anything as simple as a well placed knife to poison. She would be intelligent and dangerous but Morton wasn't worried as he had made her infatuated with him. She loved him and worshiped the ground he walked on. She would do whatever he told her without a second thought.
Morton looked forward to testing out all of her skills. After all, when you have someone who looks like she came out of a playboy, it was best to put those looks to use. Especially your own. Morton was glad he'd made the choice to become a villain, otherwise it would have been hard if not impossible to get a woman as useful and entertaining as this one.
Morton smiled appreciatively as he saw Florence in a sitting position, raise her left leg straight up and began licking the side of her thigh but you really should get back to business. After all business before pleasure. Then you won't have anything left to distract from the pleasure.
"Who will be my next volunteer?" Morton asked.