Laura becomes even more of a slob

Camilla stood up, about to leave, but she froze. After all, since she could implant as much instructions as she wanted, why not changing Laura even more. She approached her pretty face once more and whispered again.

-You know what, you don't even care about your personal hygiene now. You don't like taking showers or changing your clothes. You won't listen to people complaining about your body odor. Soon, all you'll care about is to sit in front of your TV with greasy food on your lap, farting and burping.

Laura was still asleep, far from imagining what her rival was doing to her. It was difficult to picture, at the sight of this fine woman, that in a couple of months only, she was going to become so hideous. Camilla smiled and got closer to Peter.

-The more you get in shape, the more disgusted you'll grow at your wife's appearance. Slowly, you'll dislike her more, and you'll be more and more tempted to cheat on her.

Peter kept snoring, oblivious too of the witch cursing his family. Camilla laughed discreetly. And once he wouldn't stand the mere sight of his once loved one, that's where she would intervene.