Taking her vitality (Patreon)

“God, this is great,” Penelope laughed while she stepped back into the room. She decided to grab her skimpiest clothes. She couldn’t wear them when her body was older, but after losing all her weight and gaining her newfound beauty, Penelope was eager to see how she looked. She looked in the nearby mirror and laughed again when she realized she was an even better version of her young self. The warmth between her legs and her sultry smile brought back so many fond memories. She was going to test her libido when she heard groaning from across the room. “Ah, you’re already up. I thought I’d have more time. Don’t be too surprised when you get up, dear.”

“W-What… happened?” Kyra croaked.

Penelope laughed and looked across the room. She enjoyed looking at the disoriented confusion etched onto Kyra's face, her naïve caretaker. “Don’t move too quickly. Your heart might give out.” Her lips curved into a victorious smirk. “I think I even absorbed your breasts. I don’t think they were ever this big when I was your age.”

Kyra was sprawled on the ground, desperately feeling the folds and wrinkles of her shriveled skin. The magic, born from the depths of the arcane, had been swift and unyielding. Penelope, had absorbed Kyra's youth, leaving Kyra as a helpless prisoner in an ancient body. She had merely wanted to help. The job offer had promised her more hours and, in turn, more income. Little had she expected that the document she was signing, seemingly mundane and routine, was a portal to a cruel twist of fate. As she had traced her name on the parchment, the world became clouded in darkness. 

After the age swap, Kyra found herself lying feeble and disoriented in the middle of the living room. She had been a care aide for just three months, her primary goal to earn and help. The revelation of Penelope's true nature, an entity akin to a witch, sent shockwaves of disbelief through her. The frail, harmless elderly woman she had cared for had been a master manipulator, playing with powers that danced on the edge of reality.

“Penelope,” Kyra struggled to say. “I didn’t want … I didn’t think helping you involved doing this…”

Penelope giggled and reached out towards a nearby table. She pulled out the magical contract and waved it in her face. “You actually did. You agreed to do everything in your power to make me comfortable. You agreed to help me in any one of my endeavors. You agreed that you were willing to sacrifice your energy and time to make it all possible. Maybe you should’ve read the fine print, dear.”

Kyra tried to grab her ankle, but the older woman tiptoed around her with ease. Each step she took was imbued with a grace and energy she had long forgotten. Her hips swayed rhythmically as she sauntered away, her smirk widening as she savored the feeling of her young body. “Penelope…”

“Don’t worry, dear,” the older woman laughed. She reached up and cupped her delectable breasts. “I’ll take care of you. I’m going to be the caretaker here. I’ll look after you like you did me. Besides, I have to keep an eye on you. I can’t have you telling on me.” Kyra prayed for an opportunity to get help, but as time went on, she found that her mind was slowly becoming dull. Old age was having a negative effect on her brain, and Penelope gladly accelerated it with the long line of spells she casted.