Making Lust and Growth Potion

Grabbing a wooden spoon from the alchemy lab, you mixed the ingredients with a precise and practiced hand. The scent of the potion grew stronger, a musky blend of herbs and pheromones that tickled your nostrils. The cauldron bubbled and steamed, the potion within transforming from clear to a rich, deep red—the color of desire and passion. As the final ingredient—a rare aphrodisiac crystal—was crushed and added to the mix, the potion began to pulse with a rhythmic energy that seemed to match the beat of your own racing heart.

You studied the elf girl's prone form, her chest rising and falling gently. You knew the potion had to be administered with care. Too much, and she'd be overwhelmed by lust, unable to even follow your commands. Too little, and the effects might not be strong enough to override her natural instincts. You dipped a small glass vial into the bubbling brew, filling it to the brim. The potion was warm to the touch, and the heat of it made your skin tingle.

With the vial in hand, you knelt beside her. Her skin was cool, a stark contrast to the fiery liquid you held. You placed the glass to her lips, gently tilting her head back. The potion slid down her throat, and you watched as the color spread through her, from her lips to her fingertips, and down to the tips of her toes. It was a mesmerizing sight, like watching the sunset paint the sky. You felt a thrill of power as you saw the potion take hold, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a haze of desire.

Her body began to change, her slender frame swelling and rounding in all the right places. Her breasts grew fuller, stretching the fabric of her sundress, and her hips widened, becoming more voluptuous. The transformation was gradual, a testament to your precise measurements. You knew the potion was working when she let out a soft moan, her body reacting to the influx of goblin genetics. The elf girl's skin took on a slight greenish tint, and her ears grew pointy. Her eyes took on a feral gleam, and she started to squirm under your touch, her body responding to the potent cocktail you had fed her.