Crunch!
Jonathan's lips smacked as he devoured the apple. The top button on his shirt popped off, and then the next button popped. His chest was swelling, so were all his muscles. He went from being a high school kid to everyone's wet dream. He had eaten the Adonis Apple, and was transforming into the perfect ideal of masculinity. Even his pores began emanating pheromones that would make anyone fall madly in love with him.
Finishing the apple, Jonathan ran his teeth along the core savoring every last bite. The red sheet lay disgarded, and Jonathan stood up and stretched. He felt flushed with heat. He stood, and was surprised to see that his jeans were now at least six inches too short. His shoes were too tight too, and he was wearing Ryan's hand me downs - they'd been two sizes too big before. He stripped out of his shirt and admired his sculpted abs and pecs. He sprinted down the hallway to check himself out in front of the mirror.
He peeled off his jeans and started posing in just his briefs. Behind a drape, Snow White's stepmother bit her upper lip. Her juices started flowing again. She drew herself straight up, and stepped out of the shadows. She fingered her pendant as you moved toward Jonathan.
"Say, handsome, what's your name? Not that it matters, I think I'll call you Jason."
"Huh? Who are you?" Jonathan asked. He turned and looked at the tall apparently middle aged woman standing behind him. The light flickered off her pendant, and Jonathan found himself drifting off.
"And who-th ith Jay-thon?" his head wobbled as the witch's pendant hypnotised him.
"Dear Jason," she sighed, "He stole my father's golden fleece and stole my heart too." She sounded wistful, but continued to work the pendant.
"You are now Jason, my Jason. You love me. You love me. You love me more than life itself. You worship me, Jason."
"I worship you, ma'am," drawled Jonathan, "I love you more than life itself, ma'am."
She laughed, but it sounded more like a cackle. "Call me Medea," she commanded.
"I love you, Medea. I worship you, Medea. You are so beautiful, Medea. You are my reason for living, Medea. Please tell me that you love me, Medea," begged Jonathan dropping to his knees.
"Oh, how couldn't I love you, my Jason?" Medea asked stepping forward and running her fingers through his silky ringlets.
"Oh, Please You Old Witch, You Should Know Better,
Love Spells Always Backfire, Gamble With Love, Lose Bettor," scolded the mirror.
Medea turned and scowled at the mirror. "No one asked for your opinion."