Evelyn blinked in the flickering candlelight of the ancient chamber, her body tingling with an unfamiliar energy. Moments ago, she and her friends had been hunched over a dusty grimoire, their aged fingers tracing symbols they barely understood. Now, a surge of warmth coursed through her veins, reshaping her form. Her once-frail body smoothed into youthful curves, her breasts swelling into heavy, round mounds that strained against the new tight dress that had materialized on her skin. She glanced down, mesmerized by the way her nipples poked through the fabric, a fresh wave of heat building between her thighs. This magic had turned her into something wild, something eager for touch and pleasure she hadn't felt in decades. Martha and Beatrice stood nearby, their transformations just as startling. Martha's eyes widened as she cupped her newly enlarged breasts, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. 'Oh, wow, look at these,' she giggled, her voice higher and breathier than before, a stark contrast to her usual reserved tone. Beatrice twirled, her ass jiggling in the skimpy skirt that hugged her curves, a playful grin spreading across her face. 'I feel so... alive,' Beatrice purred, running her hands over her hips. Evelyn's heart raced, her mind flooded with vivid images of bodies entwining, the thought making her pussy throb with unexpected need. Evelyn's thoughts whirled in confusion and excitement. She had always been the wise one, the planner, but now all she craved was the rush of sensation. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of air sending shivers down her spine. 'This is insane,' she whispered to herself, but the words came out laced with desire. She reached out, her hand brushing against Martha's arm, the contact electric. Martha turned, her eyes locking onto Evelyn's, a hungry smile playing on her lips. 'Feels good, doesn't it?' Martha said, her voice dripping with newfound seduction. Before they could explore further, a figure emerged from the shadows—Selene, the witch whose book they had stumbled upon. Tall and commanding, with eyes that glowed like embers, Selene sauntered closer, her gaze sweeping over their transformed bodies. 'Welcome to your second youth, my dears,' she said, her tone smooth and authoritative. 'Blood magic has awakened what you've suppressed for too long. Now, let's make sure you understand how to keep it.' Evelyn felt a mix of awe and arousal at Selene's presence, the witch's confidence making her want to submit, to learn everything. Selene circled them, her fingers trailing lightly over Beatrice's shoulder, then down to squeeze her ample ass. Beatrice let out a soft moan, arching into the touch. 'Feel that power,' Selene instructed. 'It's in your blood, your desires. Embrace it.' Evelyn watched, her breath quickening, as Selene guided Martha's hand to her own breast, encouraging her to knead the flesh. 'Go on, explore. Your bodies are made for pleasure now.' The words ignited something deep inside Evelyn, a yearning to touch and be touched. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for Beatrice's huge tits, cupping them gently at first, then more firmly. The weight of them in her palms was intoxicating, Beatrice's nipples hardening under her thumbs. 'Oh, yes, just like that,' Beatrice breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into Evelyn. The room filled with their shared sighs, the air thick with the scent of aroused skin. Martha joined in, her hands sliding down Evelyn's back to grab her ass, pulling her closer. Evelyn's mind raced with emotions—excitement at this forbidden thrill, a hint of vulnerability in her new form, and raw lust that demanded more. She pressed her body against Beatrice's, feeling the heat between their legs align, their curves molding together. Selene watched with a predatory smile, her voice a low command. 'Don't hold back. Let the magic fuel your cravings.' Encouraged, Evelyn dipped her head, her lips brushing against Beatrice's neck, tasting the salt of her skin. Beatrice responded with a gasp, her hands roaming to Evelyn's breasts, squeezing them through the dress. 'Feels so fucking good,' Beatrice murmured, her fingers teasing Evelyn's nipples until they peaked. Evelyn's pussy clenched at the sensation, wetness building as she ground her hips subtly against Beatrice's thigh. Martha, not to be left out, kissed Evelyn's shoulder, her tongue flicking out to trace a path upward. 'I want to feel everything,' Martha confessed, her voice shaky with need. Evelyn turned, capturing Martha's lips in a deep kiss, their tongues exploring hungrily. The taste of Martha's mouth, sweet and urgent, sent jolts of pleasure straight to Evelyn's core. She could feel Selene's eyes on them, the witch's approval heightening the intensity. As they paused for breath, their bodies flushed and tangled, Selene stepped in again. 'Now, to keep this youth, you'll need more blood magic. But first, savor this.' She traced a finger along Evelyn's jaw, making her shiver. Evelyn's thoughts swirled with anticipation, her body aching for what came next. The group huddled closer, hands still wandering, as they whispered about the ritual ahead, the promise of eternal pleasure hanging in the air, ready to consume them.