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Try to return her to normal.

Ganjanaraku — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:54:37 GMT

Ganjanaraku:

As entertaining as it is seeing her in such pain, she is hardly a useful test subject in her current condition. Once again you call forth the pentagram on your hand and notice that where once GLUTTONY was shone in red like everything else, it now glows a cool green. Perhaps by casting the curse again, you can reverse the spell and return her to normal.

Or alternatively, you could tack on yet another sin. It's up to you.

*[[Cast the Sin of LUST on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of GLUTTONY on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of GREED on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of SLOTH on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of WRATH on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of ENVY on your bloated mother.]]
*[[Cast the Sin of PRIDE on your bloated mother.]]

Try to return her to normal.

Ganjanaraku — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:54:08 GMT

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As entertaining as it is seeing her in such pain, she is hardly a useful test subject in her current condition. Once again you call forth the pentagram on your hand and notice that where once GLUTTONY was shone in red like everything else, it now glows a cool green. Perhaps by casting the curse again, you can reverse the spell and return her to normal.

Or alternatively, you could tack on yet another sin. It's up to you.

[[Cast the Sin of LUST on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of GLUTTONY on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of GREED on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of SLOTH on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of WRATH on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of ENVY on your bloated mother.]]
[[Cast the Sin of PRIDE on your bloated mother.]]

Cast the Sin of GLUTTONY on your mother...

Ganjanaraku — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:31:18 GMT

Ganjanaraku:

A voice deep inside older than time speaks the word that means Gluttony and the words flash and slam into your mother, knocking her off her feet. Suddenly her flesh starts to bubble and stretch, and she screams in pain as the transformation begins. Her clothes start to stretch and tear as her body billows and bloats, suddenly rocketing from her skinny Jenny Craig body to massivly obese in seconds. She keeps growing, becoming fatter and grosser, her skin not used to the sudden pressure looks like it will split, inches from tearing. Soon she can barely fit in the hallway, her sides pressed up against the walls comicly. She moans and screams, her lips nearly too chubby to make those sounds. You smile, as disgusting on the outside as she was on the inside.

*[[She's blown up like a balloon, so pop it.]]
*[[She's so disgusting, humiliate her in her bloated form.]]
*[[Leave her all bloated and head out into the night to begin your rampage.]]
*[[Try to return her to normal.]]
[[Category: The Devil's Daughter]]

Try some other new tricks on her as a guinea pig...

Ganjanaraku — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:18:13 GMT

Ganjanaraku:

You gaze upon your fake mother with delicious hatred; she has put you through too much to just let her get away with a quick death. Besides, to possess these powers but remain unaware of your limits would be a fool's error. You must find out just how powerful you have become before you begin proclaiming yourself invincible.

With but a flick of your wrist, you fling her through the air until her face is inches from your own. With a raised brow you move your fingers about, and your mother's body responds accordingly, like a puppet on a string. Potent telekinetic abilities. Noted.

Relaxing your grip enough so she doesn't suffocate on the spot, Anna hisses. "M-monster..." You note that it is not fear in her voice but hatred, her eyes reflect that same holier than thou bullshit that has plagued you for years.

Your lips curl back into a smile most wicked. "Monster?" you echo her, bemused. "Please, I've hardly even played with you yet."

You feel all kinds of strange feeling beneath your skin, like bugs and snakes running underneath your flesh. You sense other abilities but don't understand quite how to use them...

*[[Focus on the bulging sensation in your crotch...]]
*[[Focus on the flickering sensation in your eyes...]]
*[[Focus on the pulsing sensation on your palm...]]
*[[She looks like she wants to kill you; let her try...]]
[[Category: The Devil's Daughter]]

The Devils Daughter

Ganjanaraku — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 11:42:04 GMT

Ganjanaraku:

Notes:
Warning! This story is not politically correct! The actions, ideas and subjects explored in this story are pure fantasy and
should stay that way. If you do not enjoy reading about this sort of things or have trouble seeing difference between fantasy and
reality, STOP NOW.

Story codes so far: MF, Mf, mF, mf, orgy, gang, bd, beast, blackmail, ds, humil, inc (mother/daughter), interr, magic, Mdom, Fdom,
nc, rape, oral, preg, sad, light scat, ws, solo, tort, toys, demonic, rim, sacrilegious.

Feel free to add to this story, but remember the main objective and I would
like this story to have somewhat of a dark tone. I will also keep adding to this story. (Fletcher Peninsula)

The Devils Daughter

You are Sharon Abrahamson, a teenage girl who also happens to be a Satanic cult member. You have been ordered by your cult leader Vladimir to assist in the summoning of an Archdemon to bring about the Apocalypse. Your task is to find three females who would willingly sacrifice their lives for this event.

Under normal circumstances this would be a non-issue, however there are rules; rules that must be followed else the ritual will fail. These rules are that those who are to be sacrificed must not be worshipers of Satan before they agree to be sacrificed. Therein lies the challenge

The rest of the cult is working on other necessary requirements to summon the Archdemon, so you are alone in finding the necessary women. If it is required, however, you may request help from individual members of the cult, in order to aid you in convincing the women to give up their lives.

And so, your adventure begins...

You are 18 and still in school. You live at home with your mother Anna (your father is dead) She knows nothing of your dark mission and is very bitchy about your satanic lifestyle. The day begins as you wake up. It’s up to you to find the sacrificial females, good hunting!

*[[Put on some modest cloths, so your mom won’t be mad]]

*[[Put on something slutty, to provoke your mom]]

*[[Decide to skip the clothes and walk around naked at home, shocking your mom]]

*[[Satan can wait, go back to sleep]]
[[Category: The Devil's Daughter]]