"Jasmine? Jasmine!"
The sultan waddled through the halls, calling for his daughter. He paused to mop his brow and vowed that he would eat fewer honeyed dates and pistachios between meals. A trio of guards marched by. "Ah, Rasoul! Have you seen my daughter?"
"Not since this morning, your highness. Perhaps she's in the garden."
"I was just there," he sighed. "Where is that girl?"
***
Jasmine licked her fingers, sucking them clean of the last of the warm feline sperm dribbling from her cunt. She regretted having to leave this new sanctum of sorcery. It seemed to be just what her blackening soul needed! She grunted quietly as she tugged on her clothes. Her breasts seemed to squash uncomfortably in her blue top, and her harem pants were far too tight around her hips.
"What's going on here," she muttered, gazing down at herself. "Rajah, do I look different to you?"
"You look as beautiful as always, mistress," the mighty cat purred.
"Well, I don't know what is..." she let out a gasp as she caught her appearance in a silver scrying glass. She had aged! It was subtle, but there could be no denying it. Her new snake pendant rested on a more mature bust and her body had gained some lush curves, with a rounder bottom and thicker thighs. Her face had lost some of its girlish quality. She'd gone from her late teens to her early twenties in less than an hour!
"But how...?" She pondered. "Of course, the magic!" She realized she'd been careless. The sorcery was aging her, little by little. No wonder Jafar used more subtle magic, like hypnosis. Every spell he cast aged him a little more. Jasmine pondered this new insight. It didn't seem to bother her all that much. She suspected she would be beautiful even into her twilight years, although that may have been her dark ego talking. She gestured mystically and her clothes reshaped, growing to hug her body in a pleasing way. A mere cantrip, but her vanity would not suffer a poor fit. She considered adding more gold, and perhaps changing to red rather than blue...
"Mmmm, perhaps later," she purred, stroking the tome's cover. She considered taking it with her, but it would be safer down here, where no one would find it. "Come along, Rajah."
She led her thrall up the stairs and back into the palace, glancing about to make sure no one saw her.
"Ah, Jasmine, there you are," the sultan burbled. Her blood went cold at his suspicious expression. "What were you doing behind that pillar?"
"Nothing, father," Jasmine hissed with barely-disguised contempt. She stroked her pendant, and her dark brown eyes became glowing golden amber, pupils contracting to snakelike slits. "You saw nothing."
"What? I..." The sultan blinked, his face going slack for a moment. Jasmine was pleased. She had fogged his memory with but a thought. Her eyes returned to normal and she smiled sweetly, putting on the mask of the obedient daughter. The sultan resumed his chatter. "I... hmm, it's nothing. Oh yes, I wanted to tell you..."