The candy-red potion in the tiny bottle

You pick up the smallest one: a bottle no bigger than a test-tube, filled with bright candy-red liquid.

"Ah, this one's something I'm making for dessert," the Witch says. "It should be quite sweet, and enhance the sweetness of any other food, as well. Tell me how it tastes."

You pop the cork and give it a sniff. It certainly smells sweet. Good enough, you think as you toss it back and gulp it down.

The red liquid hits your tongue, and a shiver of sugar rushes through you. Licking your lips, you taste a delicious candy flavor, but wonder whether it's just syrup in a vial. Then, the shiver returns, and the taste fills your mouth so much it's like constantly having a lollipop on your tongue.

"Does it taste good?" the Witch asks. You nod, swallowing some more. "Splendid! Any side effects?"

With your mouth working constantly, the flavor holding strong, you start thinking it might be too sweet. You give a tentative nod, meowing in concern. A jittery tingle runs down your spine, and you gulp another mouthful of sweetness. Trying to give her an idea of the effect, you open your mouth to show her your tongue, a pinkish cloud escaping with your breath.

The Witch peers into your mouth, pouting inquisitively. Without even asking, she pokes a finger in, sliding it over your tongue and bringing it to her own black-painted lips to suck clean. Her dark eyes light up. "Hmm... It tastes more like sugar than saliva... Odd. I wonder if it works on more than food..."

She looks you up and down, and you begin to feel antsy. She reaches out to run her hand along your side, trailing her fingers under your arm and down your hip. Reaching around your back, she moves in to grope you between your legs, eliciting a gasping meow from you.

"Just checking," she says with a provocative laugh. "Woody seems to have gotten you excited already. Well enough, for this experiment." Her fingers slip past the tear in your costume, admittedly already damp from the broom, and withdraw glistening. Biting your sweetened lip, you watch the woman taste-test that as well, blushing as you squirm.

The Witch hums around her finger, and her gaze becomes... hungrier. "My, this potion has made you scrumptious... I could just eat you up..." She laughs again, but her eyes show no sign of a jest. "How does dessert sound?"

You get the feeling she's selecting you off the menu, and dessert sounds like too much sugar with what you're tasting already...