You Can’t Call Her Peaches

The statue forms a crack, first at hands. Sharp black claws begin to wiggle free. Soon cracks appear throughout the statue. Chunks fall away and Peaches breaks free.

You grin at your newest devotee. You certainly can’t call her Peaches. Her body is firmer and more muscular, yet retains her feminine curves.

A painfully crushing half corset squeezes her waist. Her breasts bounce freely each nipple pierced with a barbell. Skin tight leather pants showcase a pair of lovely legs. Her face retains its old look, except for black lips, pierced by several rings, dark red, shiny hair, and long fangs. Her eyes are the same evil slits as Grace. A red barbell highlights her dark red eyebrows.

She falls to her knees. “How may I serve you my goddess?”

“Well, to begin with I don’t think I can you Peaches with a straight face.”

She laughs a positively sinister laugh.

“I think I’ll call you Portia.”

“Than you goddess. The name is perfect.”

“Now Portia. We have much to see, before we track down Mara and send her to hell. Show us around.”

“Of course Goddess, there is much to see. However, this plane has become a kingdom of lust. I believe we should go a bit more inconspicuous.”

“What do you suggest?”

“We change to look a bit more oversexed.”

“Very well.”

You take a bit of blood and let it drop to the floor. Vapors swirl around you. As it clears Grace’s tits look enormous. She looks like an evil bimbo. Portia has returned to her blonde slutty self with a slightly improved bust. You look like Succubus made human. The pink lipstick disgusts you. You are going to give Kelly Hampton a world of pain for this.