Medium Breasts ---> Incredibly Voluptuous Slutty Body

Mm. The first step is the simplest. Most banal. 'Medium Breasts?' I should feel insulted, but as an angel - however fallen - that was never meant to be a subject of focus. But we can fix that, can't we? With but some focus and will, 'Medium Breasts' becomes 'Incredibly Voluptuous Slutty Body.'

We reflect that perhaps I may have gotten carried away, as the world riots and distorts once more, and my newest 'me' slides into place.

Of course, I see nothing wrong with calling my body for what it is: a slutty thing, incredible and voluptuous. I've always been quite the desirable creature, and I've always known it. It is, after all, how I fell into depravity to begin with. For what purpose was I forged from the aether of this world with such an enticing figure, if not to entice?

This argument assuages my concerns as the majority of my being accepts it at face value, with little protest.

Ah~ now, I've so much left to do. This device still refuses to release me by my will - I suppose that as powerful I am, even fallen and profaned, that I am still too bound to the world itself to freely act beneath this ****'s gaze. Whatever am I to do then, but continue to perfect myself?

An increasingly small portion of myself cries with a whisper at this. I feel my frozen lips quirk into a coy grin of amusement. Playing with mortal lives has always been entertaining. But when that hapless mortal is - paradoxically - yourself, and even your untainted past? It is not merely novel: It's exciting. There's a sort of vindictive glee to mix with the petty mischief.

It is not quite the same as being able to spite my brethren, who shunned me, and the world which rejected my desires... but it is quite close. I do believe I will enjoy this much~ more than usual...

(profaned angel whore, wavy light-green hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, incredibly voluptuous slutty body, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)