Michele the Doubler (Patreon)

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She opened her magical cabinet, brought her prepared kit to her work desk, threw her eye of newt and toe of frog into her little cauldron, splashed her magic brew, and uttered some words. A puff of yellow-green smoke erupted from the cauldron. Michele leaned forward and breathed deeply, choking and gagging on the mystical barrier. With tears in her ancient eyes, she continued to breathe in as much as possible into her lungs.

When the smoke vanished, Michele’s eyes glowed yellow-green for a few moments, discoloring her vision, before it faded back to normal. All she needed now was to drain the life force of another human being.

“Harry!” she pressed a button on her desk and spoke into it. “Bring me some water!”

She’d already ruined so many livelihoods grounding her competitors into the dirt and crushing them beneath her metaphorical heel, often sending them into a spiraling despair of bankruptcy and depression. But she’d never actually taken a life directly before. Would this be difficult? Would she regret it later?

Michele took a deep breath as she heard Harry’s approaching footsteps. Just like her experimental spell, she’d have to experience it firsthand before she could know.

“Madam, your water,” Harry announced as he knocked on the door.

“Come in, come in.”

He opened the door, dressed in a full butler’s getup, cloth on arm while his other hand carried a polished tray bearing a glass and a silver pitcher of water. With perfect composure and stature, he walked toward his surprisingly spry mistress. But he didn’t expect her to reach out and wrap her bony claw-like fingers around his wrist.

Uhumu corpus vestili, she enchanted darkly under her breath.

“Madam?” Harry asked. He’d never seen Michele behave like this before. What was she doing? Then suddenly, he felt weak in the knees. His head began to ache fiercely, his vision dimmed, and he found himself unable to break the grip on his well-trained arm! He heard his employer hiss.

“Yesss... it’s working!” Michele gasped as his life force waned and ebbed into her decrepit body.

“What’s... happening... please, stop...” Harry choked. He tried to pull away, but his employer’s grip was far too strong! And he was growing weaker by the second.

“Mmmmm!” Michele seized up, her entire body contracted as she suddenly found herself unable to move.

As Harry withered before her very eyes, Michele could feel her youth and vitality restored. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel with her magical training that her essence was being restored. Her penchant for magic and her sorcery reserves welled up to levels that she’d had before, at least double what she had now! Just how far had she fallen in these last few decades!?

And now, she had the benefit of those decades of experience in addition to the raw power to fuel it.

“Ohhhh...” Michele moaned, as the process continued. Harry’s hair was turning white now, and he was looking as aged as Michele had looked and felt just a minute ago.

She could feel her spine straightening once more. It was easier and easier to stand up straight instead of looking like a hunchback. The stiffness and soreness in her upper body began to fade away as she became more limber. Her ancient, spindly legs could bear her not substantial weight once more. Her eyes, unable to move, were hyper focused on the spot where her skeletal hand was squeezing Harry’s shrinking wrist. As the skin on the back of her hand grew tight and taut once more, transforming healthier and de-aging before her eyes, she gripped ever harder in satisfaction. The arthritis, aches, and pains in her limb were totally gone!

And it was more than just her youth, strength, and vitality restored. A strange sensation, one the powerful sorceress performing groundbreaking magic had not felt in a long, long time, began to surface its tantalizing head once more. A heated, flushed warmth began to fill her body, radiating outward from her inner core and traveling through her spine and up her chest in large, spiking, electric waves while her breasts began to regain her firmness and fill outward with her womanly flesh. Her no longer pruney thighs were dripping with a small trail of sticky wetness that she’d long forgotten about.

And just as her nipples perked to full hardness, Michele could feel herself no longer caught in the paralysis of her transformation. The yearn of sexual longing still lingered in her body, but the bagpipes billowing fresh air into the flames of her furnace were no longer working.