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Chapter 17 by Carnage67 Carnage67

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But muscles are hot too

The malevolent spirit that had taken hold of the beautiful woman's body exerted its power, causing her to float into the air with a menacing grace. As she hovered above the onlookers, her once delicate features contorted in agony, her form shifting and expanding in a grotesque display of transformation.

The woman's body stretched and bulged, her muscles growing in size and definition with each passing moment. The ghost within her twisted her once graceful physique into a mass of sinew and power, a sight that was both terrifying and strangely alluring.

With a guttural growl, the possessed woman's voice echoed through the club, a mix of pain and pleasure evident in her tone. Her muscles rippled with raw power as she flexed and contorted, the transformation completing with a sickening crunch of bone and sinew.

The once beautiful woman was now an imposing figure of raw strength and masculine power, her muscular form a testament to the dark forces that controlled her. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her gaze locking onto John with a predatory hunger that sent a thrill of fear and desire through him.

As the possessed mom continued to lick her stinky soles with a mix of pleasure and pain, the newly transformed woman floated above the crowd, her powerful muscles rippling with every movement. The ghost's control over her was absolute, its desires driving her to new heights of depravity and domination.

With a voice that seemed to shake the very foundations of the club, the possessed woman spoke, her words a chilling command that brooked no defiance. "Submit to me," she growled, her voice a twisted melody that filled the air with a sense of impending doom. "Surrender to the darkness that dwells within you, embrace the power and the **** that courses through your veins."

John felt a mix of fear and arousal wash over him as he beheld the imposing figure before him. The possessed woman's transformation had unleashed a primal urge within him, a hunger for the forbidden, the taboo, the perverse.

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