This was originally written in response to a prompt on Reddit.

“On Halloween a Wizard has an updated magic potion that should change the human’s physical body, mental state & sexual desires to the wizards custom settings. Only one way to find out if the new potion will act like it should.

As always, Enjoy.

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It fizzled. It stank for a moment, but quickly faded away. The wizard cupped the fumes away from the cauldron and in to his nose. Science had gotten a lot of things wrong over the years. How to safely inhale vapors was not one of them.

Odorless. Perfect.

He grabbed a small crystal vial from the worktable. It was modern, very clean. He wasn’t one for tradition. While the old wooden worktable had character, and what one would expect from a wizard, it was filled with the spillage from hundred years of experiments. The stressed wood lined with the powders of who knows how many mismeasured dried reagents. It was ripe with contamination. He blamed this for the 29 previous attempted at this magic potion.

After he put it outside, he swore he heard the damn thing sigh in relief.

But it was no matter, for today was the day. He’d have an assistant for life, busty, blonde, and sharp as hell. Most importantly, she’d drop to her knees with a point of a finger. Eagerly. If he couldn’t find good help, he’d *make it*

He pocketed the vial. It was practically vibrating with potential.

With a snap of his finger, he changed his outfit from something something frumpy and practical to something sharper. His pants became a red pinstripe number, flattering his crotch and ass. Like it was *magic*. He gave himself a white undershirt and vest to match the pants. It was Halloween, after all, and how better to blend in to look like the devil? The fashionable version of him, at least. His gray hair and tied in to a bun his head, and his beard hung straight from his chin, cut short and mirroring the appearance of sheetrock.

Sharp.

He closed his eyes, and opened them again in the bathroom of a local café. People can’t track your footsteps if you don’t leave any. He pondered for a moment, how would he get his new assistant back to the cottage? He mentally shrugged it off. That was a question for later.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a bit of a dramatic fashion. He was always one for theatrics, and the patrons got quite a kick out of this tall and very fashionable devil.

“Now how did I miss you walking in?” Cooed the barista from the counter as he approached.

He smirked. “Devil.”

She smiled and giggled. His charm was sufficient for an answer, and if he knew anything about this “Gen Z”, they knew how to roll with a bit. He liked that. It made things easier.

He placed an order for a simple black coffee and waited by the end of the counter. A different order was waiting there as he approached. On it, a name was written: “Florence”.

An acceptable name for an assistant. Although, if this worked as well as he assumed it would, he could call her *anything* and she’d respond. Good girl, bad girl, bitch, lover. All acceptable names for her.

He popped the vial in to his sleeve, and let the contents drain in to “Florence.”

“Florence?” he called out. A face popped up from a book. The owner of the name was a mostly unremarkable woman. Mousey was the only thing he could remark, and he knew mice.

He smiled, and raised the drink for her. She blushed, and called over to the devil: “Oh, sorry can you set that down? I don’t like it when people touch my stuff.”

She approached. He did not honor her request. “I touch it, they touched it getting over here. What does it matter to you?”

She wore a sweater over a plain green v-neck shirt. Her skirt was ankle length and dark. Nothing was doing any favors to her figure. She didn’t strike him as the type that wanted favors of any kind.

“But I don’t know you.” She rebutted, finally making up to the imposing figure. The height difference between the two was substantial.

The wizard made a mental note, if this didn’t work, he’d include a height component to the potion next time.

“Do you know him? or her?” the devil gestured to staff. They got a kick out of this. In fact, it seemed like Florence was the only one in the café that didn’t feel appreciated to be noticed by this man.

She snatched the drink from his hand, spilling a drop on the floor.

He wasn’t sure if that would be a problem. If it was, it was also a problem for later.

“Careful, Florence.”

She sneered. Knowing her name gave him a power over her she didn’t appreciate. Shortly after, she stomped off. To the devil, she appeared as she might be in her late 40s, but she carried the disposition of a much older woman. He did notice one more remarkable thing about Florence before she left: Her hair was tied with red ribbon.

Not that age mattered to someone hundreds of years old himself.

“For the devil.” The barista behind the counter called out, placing his drink as close as she was able to do.

He smiled, and tipped her a $20.

This was mid afternoon, and it would take some time for the potion to take it’s full effect on Florence. He decided to have his fun around town, playing tricks here and there. Chatting up with some his old contacts, (mainly black cats and crows).

Night fell, and he wandered around the crowds of children and mothers. Ghouls, ghosts, memes from tiktok all carrying pillowcases in search of treats.

He asked one such mother if she knew of a woman named Florence, claiming to be an old friend who lost his phone. To her, The most unbelievable part of the story to her was the fact that Florence had friends. She pointed out the only unlit house on the street.

Of course, not a fan of Halloween.

The house was unlit, and barely showed any signs of life at all. The wizard jiggled the handle, and found it unlocked. He let himself in.

“Florence?” he called out, closing the door behind him.

Somewhere, deeper in the house, a voice moaned. “Upstairs.”

Perfect.

He followed the sounds of distress and pleasure to a small bedroom. Florence waited inside. A version of her, at least.

She lay on the bed, completely nude. Her breasts now sat satisfyingly high on her chest, covered by her once black and grey but now blonde hair. Not that he had much of an idea of her figure before, but hers was now not what he pictured before. Wide hips, thicker thighs, and a pleasantly round stomach. The wizard had been around long enough to know that skinny women make poor winter bedfellows.

It had worked. Exactly has he pictured.

“You?” She asked, seemingly unsurprised. Her body had changed in an explicable way today, but here stood the explanation.

“Me.” He replied with a smirk.

He decided to test the mental portion of the potion. He pointed at her, and then he pointed towards his feet.

“Come, girl.”

She obeyed, eagerly making her way over to the wizard. Florence wanted to, she needed to suck dick.

Perfect, he thought to himself. He’d finally made the perfect assistant.

She quickly undid the button of his fitted trousers and pulled down to reveal her prize. Semi-hard, thick, and ready for her.

“You know.” Florence grabbed his member and slowly started to stroke. “Those pants of yours, I wondered they were just an illusion to make yourself more *noticeable* then you actually were, but here you are, in all of your glory.”

“Seeing as what I’ve done to you in a day, is it really a surprise that I be impressive?”

Florence smirked. “Oh, yeah? you think this is impressive?”

He felt the wizard stiffen in her hands. He liked that. Florence also liked that.

A little bit of difficulty goes a long way.

She felt his heartbeat through his cock, a prefect time to start. She brought her lips to his cock and began slowly. She moved herself back and forth expertly, taking more and more in each time. His hand on the back of her head. He wanted to guide her, but she was doing a fine job by herself. A very fine job. Her brown eyes were hard to make out from the glow of the lone bedside lamp, but he felt them the entire time.

Staring up at him. He felt the same scowl, the same fire in her eyes from at the cafe. She was changed, but she was still a bit herself.

He was impressed as his own handiwork as she approached the halfway point of his shaft. That potion had taught her good.

He would have corrected himself to *taught her well* if he weren’t getting one of the best blowjobs of his centuries long life.

It was shortly after reaching the halfway point that she sensed the feelings of the point. The point of no return.

She pulled him out with a pop, still stroking.

“On my chest. I need it.” Florence instructed, she demanded satisfaction.

He was the one giving the orders tonight, but he couldn’t resist her. While his voice had been deep for, his grunts crept up in the back of his throat, going higher pitched as approached the final..

First on the face. Florence adjusted herself and him, allowing the second, third, and fourth now landing on her chest. What remained of the fifth, she returned to his cockhead to clean up.

He took a few steps back, and slumped against the wall. It was the first time he hadn’t had perfect posture all day.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a fun toy.” His words came between breaths.

She let out a blissful moan. “That’s a fun name for me.” her hands played with his seed across her chest, spreading it over her newly engorged chest. “But I have work in the morning, so you’re gonna need to see yourself out.”

“Excuse me?” the wizard furrowed his brow. He had programed some bit of difficulty, but this? This didn’t make sense.

“I have work.” she repeated as she got to her feet, her chest bouncing. A lone drop flung off her chest and on to the floor “I’m gonna need to get used to these” the said to herself. “So, thanks for the blowie, but I’ve got to get to bed.”

“But you’re not compelled to come back with me? You don’t feel like you need to listen to everything I say?”

“I just wanted to suck a dick. I’d been masturbating all afternoon and saw the chance to have something warm and *filling* in me, so I took it.”

The potion hadn’t worked as intended.

She walked over, completely nude and glistening. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving the remains of some of his own seed.

“You know how to discover me. now get out.”

He returned to his cabin.

He didn’t return to the potion station, or consult some ancient novel. No, he returned to bed, exhausted.

As he drifted off, a question entered his mind.

*Did he really need a suggestibility portion of the potion at all? Maybe this was enough*

Tonight wasn’t perfect, but it was satisfying.