Like crazy (following Jill, a customer)

Jill had walked into the grocery store that day with the sole goal of buying taco shells for her family's taco night. She was a woman who liked to stay in shape. At 64, she had decided it was more important than ever to keep herself fit. She was a professor of physics at a local university, and damn smart. In her youth she had been quite beautiful, with silky blonde hair and nice wide hips. All the boys loved to see her hips when she danced, and she loved to make them watch. But she had given up the life of teasing boys some time in her 30s. Oh, it wasn't because she had gotten married, she had definitely kept flirting after that. She had just gotten older. Today, as if to demonstrate how much she had stopped caring, she wore nothing but lose sweat clothes to the store.

Today, however, something odd happened at the store. She walked in to the smell of sex and lust and was quickly handed a paper that read "THE GROCERY SEXTRAVAGANZA!" It went on to detail the new policy allowing attractive people to earn discounts, or even a small amount of money for preforming sexual acts before cameras. She was fascinated, never having seen such a promotion before, and read all the way to the bottom where she found what intrigued her most. The paper described a fruit that could be purchased for a surprisingly small fee that promised to return her to her youth, and even make her more beautiful than she had ever been.

It felt too good to be true, but it wasn't something Jill could pass up. She made her way to the sex garden, slipping passed more sex than she had ever seen in one place. The garden was divided between the sex side of the room and the sales side. On the sales side were rows upon rows of bushes, each sporting little red berries. She approached a cashier at the counter, an absolute knockout, like someone from her husband's porn films.

"Hi, are you here to try our Sexy Fruit?" the woman asked. "It's half off for our opening day."

"Yes, I believe I am," Jill said. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman's enormous breasts. They were either a testament to the abilities of the fruit or a fantastic plastic surgeon. She paid the woman and received a single berry in a paper cup.

"Now, this berry will make you into the sexiest version of you that you can think of, but you don't have to hold an image in your mind. The berry will read your innermost desires," the woman explained.

Jill threw the cup back like a shot and was surprised at the sweetness of the berry. She chewed and swallowed, then waited. The woman motioned toward a mirror and she ran to see her changes. She felt a strange tingle in her skin, which she saw was it tightening. The wrinkles and marks on her 64 year old face became taught over a strong bone structure with higher, more prominent cheek bones than she had ever had. At the same time, maybe through the influence of the cashier, her breasts began to grow. She hastened to remove her bra as her tits began to fill out the loose sweatshirt, pushing into what she estimated was an F cup.

She turned around after feeling the same tingle run through her waist. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw her waist slim into a smooth curve, emphasizing the beautiful hips that remained unchanged. They were further demonstrated by the ass that left two distinct globes in the fabric of her sweats. But after it was finished growing, most of the tingling stopped as well. She looked every bit the sex bomb her husband drooled over online. She felt powerful, like she could fuck anybody she wished.