Meet Eve

You panic as you open the kiln. You reach an unprotected hand into the kiln, but feel no heat. You reach for the tray, and its cold to the touch. You move the tray with the figure onto the oven like equipment. It look the same, except the papers and photo were gone and a faint wisp of smoke emanating from it.

“Maybe I wasn’t suppose to that.” You say to yourself as you assess the damage. Your concentration is interrupted by the realization that the smoke is not fading, but increasing.

You look around and spot the fire extinguisher in the corner of the room. You act fast as you try not to inhale.

You grab the hose and aim to fire when you noticed it.

The clay figure was growing.

Slowly the figure grew in all directions until it was life size. It looked to be only half foot shorter than you as the figure slide off the top the kiln and stood up right.

You stood terrified as the faceless blob figure stood upright and stepped forward towards you. It stretched out its right leg and took a step. As it did its leg went from being a stump to being an abstract foot void of detail.

Its left foot followed suit as it lurched to you.

As its right extended another pace closer you noticed the toes begin to form. You also notice the how supple the clay looks. As your eyes drift up the body you notice the arms have have become dainty, ending in delicate hands complimented by long nails.

As it extend its left leg you make out two women's feet and arms. You also notice the color of the clay go from dark brown to porcelain white.

As the right foot extends again you notice how toned the legs are and how they end at well define ass. The hips are fully visible and its evident that the figure is of a fully developed well endowed women.

As the left foot takes the final step to stand in front of you your eyes see that her endowment does not just end at her ass, but at her bust well. Her hair grows out black, but then adjusts to fit the body with a nice long blonde hair that ends at her chest. Her iris’s come to live as they cycle through the rainbow and end on a hazel color.

You step back and taken the beautiful lady in front of you. No doubt, she was the milf from the photo, shes was even wearing the same clothes.

“Hey... are you... uh... okay?” You say as you struggle to process what just happened.

“Yes I am daddy, thanks for asking.” She sings in voice as rich as honey.

“What’s your name?”

“Eve.”