She remodels Laura's face

Camilla stood silent next to the sleeping Laura, observing every detail of her face. She wasn't bad looking. Even if she was pretty hot herself, partly, thanks to her magic, she couldn't help feeling pure hatred towards this beauty in front of her. Her jealousy had always been an important part of her, and there was no reason for this to change now she was standing in front of her rival. Suddenly, she knew what she was gonna do. She snapped her fingers, whispering something to herself. Meanwhile, Laura was still sleeping in blissful ignorance of what was happening right next to her.

Suddenly, Camilla stopped whispering. It was time to see if her spell had worked correctly. She slowly reached for Laura's face and grabbed her nose, before pulling it brutally. Instead of waking her up, she saw the skin stretch and the nose get longer and longer, as if it was made of clay instead of flesh and bones.

-Goodbye, pretty face, whispered Camilla with a sadistic smile.

When she let go her nose, it remained in place, only now it was twenty centimeters long, like the nose of the witch in a cheap cartoon. The rest of her face was intact for now, but she now had this ridiculous thing in the middle of her face. Camilla nodded, satisfied, before continuing remodelling her rival's face. The latter's snorring had gotten louder with that bigger nose of hers. Now Camilla was forcing Laura's mouth open and pulling her tongue. Like her nose, the muscle complied, getting longer and longer, until it was a meter long. Camilla repressed a laughter with difficulty, looking at what was happening to her ennemy's face. She couldn't wait seeing her calling for help with that monster of a tongue.

Her eyes were next. While her left eye remained untouched, all it took Camilla was a few minutes to transform Laura's right eye into something huge. Her right eye was now occupying a quarter of her face. After a brief hesitation, Camilla also started pushing Laura's jaw towards the left, until it was completely deformed.

She stepped back and looked at her creation. In less than a minute, she had transformed this pretty housewife into pure nightmare fuel. With her face being so easy to change, she new all it would have taken was a punch to kill her, cover the bed with the remains of her skull and get rid of her rival. But dying so quick, in her sleep, wasn't a suitable punishment to the witch. She had to suffer. A lot.

Now the question was : was she gonna wait here for her to wake up and discover her new face? was she gonna change her more? or move to another room and transform the rest of Peter's family?