Demora: She wakes up. “Huh? What are these...?” She jiggles her chest a little. “I'm feeling Foxy-Moxy! Uh- where did this come from?!... The potion. It's working...”

She gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen with clothing, as she holds the flask.

Demora: “Okay, I'm gonna dump you out.” She opens the cork of the flask. “No, no, I'm not doing it.” She puts the cork back and goes to the sink. “I will dump it out...” She then tries, until her other hand grips her wrist when she tried, as it expanded her chest and behind a bit, but still are larger. She then began to talk to herself as her other hand takes the flask, giggling like a drunk lady. “Did you really think it was that easy?~ I mean to your sake, before ya used to think I'm so stupid? She just wait until it's out of your system.” “Why are you doing this to me?! I mean, wha-why are you tryna take over my body?!” “Your body? Have you know you're not the aberration, and I'm the ruler here, and this is my castle.” “Really super-Jesus? That would've make sense in this for concoction was some sort of frog-leap potion or something! Does THAT make any sense to you?” “Okay, fair observation. But I am obviously the one you want to be. I perfected the potion, and I've got the personality, and the looks that you wanted~ So, why don't ya just drink up and enjoy the ride?~ I promise it'll be a good one~” “Or! I can fix whatever miscalculated that I created yo bride ass and have my own home get tops! Have you enjoyed it while you can, this is the last time you'll be around.” She turns. “Oh! Give it back! “you should drink this~” “No I don't want it!” Her body began to turn against her as they threaten to drink the potion. The potion got to her mouth, but the liquid hasn't left the bottle. “Why are you doing this?!” Her left hand than slips off, her other side controlling Demora. “You think you don't like this~? DRINK IT!” “No I don't want it!” The other side finally did it, as Demora's chest and behind begins to grow ginormous.

Both: “Aaaahhhhhhh~”