Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Once upon a time, there was a small family of three that lived in a cosy cottage in the woods, just off from the village road. The Alchemist, his Wife, and his Daughter, Amy. The man was fairly small and skinny, nearing middle age, but wily and smart; he knew how to manufacture tinctures and potions that he sold at a local village market as remedies. The Wife was slightly older than the Alchemist, and in her day had fucked and sucked many a fair cock before settling down with him, though she coyly convinced him that he was only her second lover. Her curly locks were dark crimson, her buxom breasts DD's oft contained within a white lace bra beneath her flowery dresses and flour-stained apron. She had a little extra around the hips, ass, and thighs, but the Alchemist didn't mind that one bit.
Amy, their daughter, was their pride and joy. At eighteen years old, she was a chestnut brunette with dark inviting hazel-brown eyes to match. In some lights they appeared delicately flecked with gold, creating a lovely contrast with the light brown freckles across her nose and cheeks, as perfectly placed as stars in the night sky. She had a beautifully petite 5'2" figure with B-cup breasts that held their own weight braless, perky pink nipples that she massaged sometimes alone in her bedroom, making a slight damp patch in her white cotton panties, always stopping herself before sliding her hand down there, vowing to remain a good girl until marriage. Her clean and looked-after size five feet sealed her dainty, virginal image.
One day, when her father was in his workshop, Amy entered. Her usually bubbly and jovial mood had hit quite a funk; her self-image was dropping each day that passed without a suitor. In truth, she got desperately horny at nights without release, and her chaste, virginal disposition was beginning to depress her. She needed to lift her mood.
"Daddy?" She asked, ever sweetly.
"Yes, honey?" Said the Alchemist, eyes not lifting from his mixing and matching of reagents.
"I'm in a little funk." She pouted, crossing her arms. "I don't feel pretty, nobody ever comes by to ask for my hand even though they see me when I help out at market. I see them looking, but noone ever speaks to me!"
"Well darling, they're probably intimidated. Young guys are like that. They're more scared of you than you are of them!" Smiled the Alchemist, thinking of himself at that age. It took him until he was 25 to lose his own virginity to his gorgeous older wife, and in truth he hoped Amy would hold onto hers for at least that long.
He remembered that night, when he hoped his meagre 4-inch erection wouldn't let him down, cumming prematurely before his cock ever entered her pussy. He remembered his reddening cheeks as the pitiful droplets splashed against the outside of her soft puffy pussy lips and in the stubbly dark pubic patches around. She patted him on the head after and smiled, promising him she didn't mind. When they tried again in the morning he lasted around four seconds inside her hot wetness before he blew his load, squirming and groaning on top of her. She couldn't help but giggle that time, and weeks later she told him she was pregnant.
"But I feel like it's because I'm not beautiful. I get bored having noone to talk to, staring in the mirror all the time! Please Daddy, could you make me a potion to make me beautiful?"
""But Amy, you already are!" He laughed.
"Please?" She gave him the big puppy dog eyes. Pouted a little. He sighed.
"Fine, darling. I'll make something experimental that will enhance your already beautiful looks, but you have to promise you'll be content after that!"
"I will, Daddy, thankyou!" She smiled and hugged her father.
All through the night he worked. With clinking bottles and tinctures and mixtures, perfumed potions, concoctions, and fixtures, he created a small pink vial of liquid he thought would appease his daughters request. Enrich her hair colour, and bring some colour to her sometimes-pale cheeks. In the night as she slept with her teddy bear he left it by her oaken bedside table and went to bed exhausted.
"Wow! Dad! Thankyou so much!" He was awakened by his daughter's ecstatic cries from the other room. Clearly happy with the results, he smiled as he entered - and his jaw hit the floor.
Amy stood there, in her black silky nightie, completely transformed. All her beauty had been enhanced, her chestnut brown hair and darkened to become the rich colour of bountiful soil, her eyes were bigger and even more inviting, her teeth had become bright beautiful white and gleaming, and her usually thin lips pursed in a full-lipped red pout. She looked naturally like she had the perfect amount of makeup applied at all times, eyelashes dark and long, just a hint of shadow under her eyes. She had been elevated in the face from an 8/10 to a true 10. Her cheeks had a soft red blush to them.
The real changes came below. Her perky B-cups had been enhanced to D's, slightly smaller than her mother's but perfectly aligned to her body, stiffer nipples poking braless into the black silk nightie. Her soft thighs had grown the maximum amount they could whilst still leaving a teardrop gap. Turning, she inspected her ass, the full cheeks having grown and become gorgeously peachy. All over she had just light enough of a tan to suit her hair colour and eyes perfectly. She was fully enhanced.
The Alchemist had didn't know where to look as a shameful erection began to pitch a tent in his boxers. Amy didn't notice and squealed in delight as she came forward and through her arms around him. He stammered.
"Uh.. uhm, I'm glad you like it, honey." He cleared his throat. The smell of her hair now, even unwashed, was insatiably intoxicating. Her pheromones had become so enticingly enhanced that he thought he might cum in his pants on the spot, and left the room immediately.
"I-I-I just have to run to the toilet, honey!" He shouted over his shoulder as he left. All he heard was her shouted thanks as he shut the door and within five seconds, before he had a chance to lower his boxers he ashamedly jizzed in his pants, the orgasm shaking his legs and spreading a dark blue stain against the navy material. In the aftershocks he heard a sharp intake of breath from outside and felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
"What has your Father done?!"
The three sat around the kitchen table quietly, Amy still in her black silk nightie, her father hiding his cum-stained underwear with a black dressing gown. The Alchemist looked down shamefully. Amy brought out a small vanity mirror and constantly pouted and checked herself out. The Wife glowered.
"You must change her back," She growled. "What were you thinking?!"
"She asked me to help, I didn't know it would have such an effect!" He pleaded.
"Well you're a fool, now she's self-obsessed. Oh, honey, but you were gorgeous before!"
"I know, Mother. But I like the changes! I like having big tits."
The parents were aghast. As the mother drew breath to launch into a polemic, she was interrupted -
Knock-knock-knock.
