Legally Distinct Magic Shop: "I'd like to speak to the manager"
The chimes on the door rang loudly as the bottle blonde pushed it open with just a little too much force. Seeing no one else in the store, she stormed straight towards the old man behind the counter. The old wizard was in fact serving five other customers at that time (It is a magic shop. It's best to not think about it. Those who ask too many questions tend to get free samples of the merchandise, then become the merchandise themselves). All five of those customers saw the wizard's face go through a series of emotions as the blonde who had that haircut (you know the one) dropped her designer purse on the counter and said a retail employee's least favorite words.
"I'd like to speak to the manager."
To the wizard's credit, he didn't cast fireball immediately (it really does solve all problems). Instead he grit his teeth and calmly said, "I'm the owner."
"Good," the woman continued, oblivious to how close she was to oblivion or worse. She pulled a small vial out, half filled with a shimmering pink liquid. "My husband bought this bimbo potion and-"
"Ma'am, the store policy clearly states we are not responsible for the misuse of our items," the wizard began, starting his well rehearsed speech. "We cannot be held liable for-"
"No no no, that's not what I'm saying! It doesn't work!"
The wizard and all of his customers had to endure an awkward silence as his brain short circuited for a second. That was one of his higher end potions. Very powerful, very potent, and very permanent. He'd only sold one of them in the last week, and casting a quick memory charm to confirm, yeah it didn't seem like the guy wanted his wife to know, but if she wanted to be a bimbo rather than a bitch...
He mentally shrugged. Then narrowed his eyes. "It didn't work? Is he using it correctly?"
"Yes, of course! I swear if you sold us bunk like that last shop-"
"Ma'am, I assure you I do not sell 'bunk.' Exactly how was he using it?"
"Three drops dissolved in alcohol once per day. He said you said absolutely no more than that, that each day I would change more and more until I was Daddy's--I mean--his, what did he say? Big titty brainless bimbo! But all that happened was my hair went blonde and I got a tingle in my tummy the first day. No other changes and we've been doing it for seven days!"
"Strange," the wizard muttered. Fourteen days worth would indeed make her a 'big titty brainless bimbo,' more sex doll than person at that point. Before she could complain again he continued, "Let me check your aura." He tapped his glasses and the world dissolved into what would be for you or I an incomprehensible acid trip.
He quickly diagnosed the problem. "I see. The potion is working, or trying to. How do I put this in mortal terms. Something, a spell or a cantrip, is wrapped around the magic. Are you friends with any magic users?"
"Have you been in any areas of magical radiation-what am I saying you wouldn't know. Oh, the last shop! Let me see if there's any magical residue. Do you remember the name of it?"
"Yeah, it was, wait. That's weird? Why can't I remember?" That was par for the course. Most fly-by-night scammers had memory wards. "But he did say if we were in the market for the higher end stuff we should try you."
That was weird. Definitely not something a scammer would say. Wait, he recognized that aura. And those runes. Of course they would stoop that low. A spell to make his magicks fail. How many future customers had they done this to? Well not important now. Back to the task at hand.
"Ma'am, try not to bite your tongue."
"Why would I-" The wizard 'tugged' at a loose strand of the spell and it fell apart. "-OOOOOOOOHHHHHH," she screamed in the first of many, many orgasms. His magick worked overtime, Her hair shooting out past her ass becoming a blinding platinum blonde with no traces of dark roots. Her lips puffed into massive cock pillows, permanently slightly open. Her ass swelled, ripping her designer jeans becoming firm and fuckable. Her pussy gushed as she endlessly came. And her tits, well that was always the wizard's favorite part of the display as they exploded her top, becoming two obviously fake orbs, each nearly as big as her head, high and proud on her chest.
She came loudly for a few more minutes, most (but not all) of her brains leaking down her leg. She still had to do seven more days of the potion after all. "Like, OMG, Daddy is going to love this! Like totes thanks!" She headed towards the door and the wizard coughed, holding out her handbag. She giggled as she took it, stumbled to the door, the chimes ringing a minute later when she figured out she needed to pull. It opened to her bedroom. Sometimes the old man was kind like that.
He finished up with his remain customers: a young man who was going to learn a few things about 'consent' when his lust spell backfired on him; magical diet pills for a chubby girl (the wizard looked forward to seeing her on the cover of body building magazines in a few months); and a magical strapon to a shy lesbian whose sex life was about to get much more interesting.
Then he closed the shop for the day. He had to prepare. Someone was going to become merchandise.
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