Ask Hellen what to do

"So, who should we start with?" you ask Hellen.

"That one!" the she-devil says, pointing to the disrobed blonde angel. "That's the Archangel Michael. The one that threw me out of heaven!"

"And you'd like a little pay back?" you ask.

"Fuck yeah!" Hellen says.

"Well then, let's start out by making her the Angel Michelle," you say, and a blonde-fringed cunt appears on the angel's smooth crotch. Breasts appear, her waist contracts as her hips widen and her face, limbs and ass become soft and feminine. She looks like a barbie doll with wings.

"Give her bigger titties!" Hellen begged. "And make her look really stupid! Total bimbo!"

"Sure, why not," you concede, giving her tits like soccer balls, bee stung lips, and slightly crossed blue eyes. You over-do her make-up with dramatic shades of pink. Then you make the white feathers of her wings turn pink as well. Finally, you make the flaming sword disappear and change the shining gold halo to a cheep wire costume shop affair.

"Oh Master!" Hellen exclaims, prancing about the bimbofied angel. "I love it! She is so totally going to freak! Take her out of time with us, please! I want her to know what you've done!"

"OK, you little devil!" you concede. "But she is completely unable to harm me or you in any way."

With a thought, the newly minted angel Michelle is unfrozen. She slashes with her absent sword into empty air, then looks around confused, then down at her body in shock.

"What have you done?" she booms in a deep, thundering voice.

With a thought, you change that.

"You have made me a mockery!" she says in a high, silly sing-song voice.

"It was my idea to make you a bimbo!" Hellen bragged with a smirk, sticking out her own substantial rack of red titties.

"Satan?" the angle asks. "Is that you?"

"Master calls me Hellen!" she corrects, giving you a worshipful peck on the cheek. "And your new name is Michelle!"

"No it isn't!" she says furiously in her high and silly voice. "I am the archangel...Michelle! The silliest, horniest angel in heaven! I'm the angel they named angel food cake after, cuz I'm such a sweet little airhead!"

She looks at your triumphantly, then confused.

"Wait a minute...did you make me say that?" she asked.

"I don't know, Michelle," you say condescendingly. "What do you think?"

"I, um, I think....I know this one..." Michelle says, her eyes crossing a bit more as she tries to think with the cotton candy you're turning her brain into.

"I think you're a stupid bimbo!" Hellen volunteered.

"No I'm not!" Michelle protested, pouting prettily. "I'm NOT a stupid bimbo. I'm a stupid bimbo-wimbo! I mean I'm a silly dum-dum. I mean I'm a...a...I don't know!"

She looks at you petulantly.

"Did you make Angel Michelle a dummy bimbo?" she asks.

"Well," you confess. "I might have made you a teensy bit less smart than you used to be. But I DID give you a brand new pussy. That's a good trade, don't you think?"

"You did?" Michelle asks and looks down, only to find her giant tits blocking her view of her crotch. She reaches in with her left hand to feel her new twat and her big blue eyes go wide.

"Oooooo!" she exclaims, her right hand joining its partner in exploration of the new territory.

"You'd much rather be a hot piece of trim than be all thinky, wouldn't you Michelle?" you ask.

The bimbofied angel giggles and nods and continues to probe her new cunnie, giving out little gasps and giggles as she discovers new sensations.

Michelle could keep herself entertained like this for hours, you realize. You could turn your attention to her fellow angels, still in need of transformation. Or you could let Hellen further her ****, possibly with a strap-on. Or, since you know what a hell of a fuck the devil is, you might want to find out if screwing an angel is a little bit of heaven.