Days passed and Aria continued to suffer from the effects of the potions; she would wake up disheveled and the pit of her stomach would burn intensely as wetness sluggishly slid down her thighs. The buds on her breasts would harden till they were almost painful, and she'd find herself wishing she could make it all stop.
And with every day that passed, she became more aware of the fact that she had indeed grown up, that she had become a woman, one which a man could desire deeply.
And with every night that passed, she would wake up with fragments of dreams she just couldn't speak of; from her body being caressed sweetly to her senses being overwhelmed to the point that she would scream, to the point that she would wake to fine tears streaming down her cheeks.
Today was to be her last day
