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The story is finally up. Hope you all like it.

http://www.brawna.org/stories/ascension-do-you-want-me-now-nsfw

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Still tweaking my version of the story. I should have it posted soon. 🙂

Beware though, I'm not a writer and this is my first outing. It will definitely be NSFW.

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and the heaven unleashes the hell's fire!!!

If I can remember right, the church lady, Ms.Quitanda was praying constantly for the lord asking him to make her family to attend the church, to stop saying profanities and to be like her, a church lady, and one day praying at the church’s altar suddenly the big large wooden cross fell over her head which started her unusual powers.

What happens next, I believe, was that the church lady mixed up her new strange powers with a miracle from the heavens, she had visions in the hospital while in bed. I wrote it very ambiguously of course.  She started to think that she could feel other people's sins, which in reality was a supernatural antenna to sense attraction to her own body, a body that started to morph from 50 old conservative lady to a sexy (conservative) beast. I started to call her Esmeralda by this point, her first name, and a sexier one too.

That was the hidden secret of this story, that what triggers her growth wasn't the lord’s praise, but was the dirty thoughts from everyone around gawking at her body that grew more voluptuous and muscular day by day; in a vicious cycle, her heavenly body grew more and became more sensual creating even more dirty thoughts which she sensed as sins that needed to be punished by making them praying harder for repent.

The poor victims of Esmeralda were all trying to repent of desiring her massive toned legs, or thinking of her deep cleavage, or of her powerful body, but it all just reinforced their dirty thoughts over her body, making her strange powers to get stronger and her growth to accelerate. She felt all this sexual force nourishing  her in the prayers as a lord’s reward for making them to repent their sexual impulses over her. And she uses those powers to make, not only her family, but the entire city to repent their sins of wanting her. In the end, I think, it is not written, is that she becomes so powerful that begins to believe that she's God itself, and creates her personal Hell and Heavens and calls the judgment day over the entire humanity, judging one by one. Oh, the humanity.

Thanks Crazyfck. I pretty much kept the same basic elements as you did. She gets hit on the head with the cross and, through her devout faith, is actually awarded power to help bring people back into the fold. However, she becomes so zealous in doing so, that her cause becomes skewed and that when she forces people to repent through prayer, they are so awed by her attitude that their faith becomes more focused on HER. Thus, while they're busy repenting for their various ills, sins and problems, they're actually fueling her change. Like your story, the sexier she becomes, the more people begin to lust, the more they repent, and the more power is funneled into her. Since she was "chosen" by the powers that be, which aren't as powerful and omniscient as they once were due to a decline of faith, she begins to enjoy the changes and desire power even more.

I'm not sure quite how people will take the whole concept of faith and power but I figure that since its scifi/fantasy, that perhaps they'll just enjoy the story. *Shrug*

And sorry for being absent on the boards, I will repent my sins.

Just beware of Esmeralda when you do….

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I see a morph coming!

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I thought the same thing about the religious angle.  As for the story in Portuguese, after reviewing it, mine is actually becoming quite different with the exception of the mechanism fueling her growth. All of my characters, as noted before, are in their 30's-50's as well.

Here's an exchange where Ms. Quintada has a run in with some divine messengers after she had as an encounter with a streetwalker:

Turning, her job now done, Ms. Quintada began to walk back to her car. Feeling invigorated, she decided to cut through a dark alleyway as a short cut. As she got halfway through, a tall figure emerged in front of her. The figure, which appeared to be a 6’4 man, was dressed in a long, dark trench coat. In the shadows, his skin appeared to be a pale white. His face, looked scarred and tired with sorrow. His forehead, adorned was stress lines, was topped with white hair. However, it was his eyes which caused Ms. Quintada to gasp in alarm. They were pure white.

Seconds, which seemed like years passed. Finally the man spoke in a whisper, the voice of thousands speaking at once. “Ms. Quintada, I bring you a warning.”

“A warning?” she cringed.

“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe. The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to act upon the hearts of men and influence the world. You have been chosen. You have been given the keys to the heavenly kingdom to further his will, yet you are walking a dark path.”

“What are you talking about?!” she cried. “Who are you?!”

“I serve the throne of Heaven…” he looked down at her.

“Are you an angel?” she asked.

He nodded.

She looked at the being's face. He doesn’t look like an Angel, she thought. He actually looks demonic. He can’t be an angel. I know what an angel is. He must be a demon! she thought as her heart raced. “You’re a liar! You’re trying to mislead me from God’s path. I,” she pointed at herself, “Serve God. I will return them to heaven by God’s command. You be gone!” she screamed.

The man buckled at her command and fell to one knee. He looked up at her weakly, “You have been given free will to do either good or evil and the power you have been given cannot be taken once given. You must choose how you use the power and your faith. That is the law  that the creator bound himself with at the hour of creation. It cannot be broken by his hand. Know this, you threaten the Kingdom. Choose wisely.”

“Be gone. Demon. I reject your presence,” she said forcefully. The man began to flicker in and out of existence and fell to both knees. Holding his chest in pain, he looked up, “Lord! She was the wrong choice… the wrong choice!”

“BE GONE DEMON! I REJECT YOU!” she screamed, righteous fury and anger strengthening her command. The being thrashed on the ground and lifted his hands to his ears and screamed an unholy howl before elemental forces tore him to shreds in a fury of light. His molecules exploded.

Ms. Quintada stood, her heart racing. It was a demon! A demon! I am doing God’s work. I have no doubt of it now. I will not be deterred!

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:'(  *sniff*

I've never had so many replies to a thread I've started before.  :'(

YOU LIKE IT! YOU REALLY LIKE IT!  😀

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One more LITTLE Sneak Peak. (The story is 27 pages long)— I guess you could say I'm looking for feedback. ***NSFW****

“Hi can I help you?” a young, blonde and athletic, twenty something woman asked. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a firm and toned body which screamed I can get anyone I want, losers need not apply!  The young woman paused when she looked at Ms. Quintada’s baggy and bland clothing and sneered slightly. Her eyes possessed a contempt for Ms. Quintada which said, Look at this old broad! You have got be kidding me!

Ms. Quintada smiled. “Why yes, I’d like to buy something new.”

The young woman looked at Ms. Quintada appraisingly and said, “Follow Me.” The young woman then made her way over to a rack of clothes designed for slightly older people.

Ms. Quintada laughed gently. “Uh, I was thinking that maybe I could try something on more like that,” she said pointing at the more sexy wares, “Yes. Definitely that.”

The woman snickered outwardly. “Sure. Okay. Whatever. The dressing rooms are in the back. Try on whatever you’d like.”

“Thanks, but these will be all that I’ll require,” she said picking up a black, body hugging, mid thigh length skirt, black stalking, a long sleeved, button up, black blouse, and a pair of black pumps. “Be back in a few.” she said as she turned her back on the young woman.

Standing in the room, she took off her heavy garments and slowly put the new ones on. Rolling the black pantyhose up her thigh, she marveled at how nicely the darker hose shaded her skin. Extending her leg out, she slowly rotated her leg and loved how the darker tones gave her muscular thighs the appearance of higher peaks and deeper valleys. Standing up, she slipped her feet into the black pumps and her calves flexed seductively. Taken all together, the combination of the mid-thigh length skirt, black blouse, and pumps gave her the sexiest pair of legs within a hundred miles of Rio De Janiero, a city known for beautiful Brazilian women. Breaking a small piece of wood off the wooden hanger, she collected her luxurious black hair on top of her head in a sexy bun. While her face was still in the process of reaping God’s rewards she thought, hair thick black rimmed glasses gave, added a touch that said sexy librarian. She puckered her lips in the mirror.

I LIKE this, she thought and then sighed. Alas, I have a duty to God, she frowned. Screw it!, her mind said, Live a little. You can have both. Embrace it. Let yourself be desired, loved, and beautiful. She moaned at the thought. It was then at that moment that she decided that she no longer cared. Even though at times she felt guilty for her potential to cause others to sin, she was becoming indifferent. After all, she wasn‘t the one sinning, she reasoned, they were. She had always longed to be adored, had always longed to be beautiful. So what if a sexy body fed sin? Sin could be dealt with through prayer. After all, she thought greedily, their prayers brought them closer to God. God rewards her with this changing body, this sexiness, this STRENGTH that had she prayed for. And I LIKE it, she thought deviously.

That strength was on display now. She knew she was different. She was evolving. Changing, and with that change and evolution, Ms. Quintada decided to use her first name. Esmeralda, named for the glowing emerald eyes she possessed, the eyes which her parents named her for. With her recent changes, they were more radiant than ever. She felt reborn.

She stepped out of the dressing room and called out to the young woman. “Ms! Ms! I need these items in some larger.. um… sizes.”

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It's a Man Baby!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgOIEGz7o_s

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Not sure for others, but I'd like to read it  🙂

I'm almost done with it. I sent a message to Crazyfck but the more I work on it, the more changes I see in comparison to his original story.

I'm not quite sure if I'll post it. One of my favorite stories has always been Marknew's "The Spell" and the way it ended with one of his characters basically getting the power of God.

In this story, this maid, Ms. Quintada, gets chosen by God to return people to the "flock" so to speak. The woman can detect "sin" and, fervent in her quest, begins to root it out with prayer.The more people who pray and repent, the more her body changes and the more she believes she is "blessed" in her task. However, what happens if she discovers the REAL mechanics behind her changes instead? Does she reject her desires to be adored, beautiful, and loved, or does she become corrupted to the point where she craves ultimate, and I mean ULTIMATE power herself?

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At the end of the month, Mr. Esquibel returned from his trip. He looked haggard and tired at dinner that night and he didn’t seem to notice Ms. Quitada in his weariness as he talked about his trip. His  nephews asked him questions as they enjoyed their meal around the table. Poor devil, she thought, he’s such an attractive man. Why doesn’t he notice me now? Thoughts of sex began to race through her mind as she looked at Mr. Esquibel’s solemn face. It’s been so long. Notice me! Notice me! She stopped herself, inwardly chiding herself. I must not think those thoughts! They are impure! As she ran the internal struggle in her mind, she felt the attention of Mr. Esquibel’s nephew James focus on her in between bits of conversation. Her sixth sense turned on and she felt her body tingle. He was staring at her! Why was he staring at her! She looked downward at her food and as she did she could hear a small voice whisper in the back of her mind, identifying the nature of James’ fascination with her. Lust, the voice whispered. Lust? He’s attracted to me? No! and as she thought this she felt a small tingle of energy bringing her to arousal. Lust.. Lust.. LUST the voice whispered. Not able to take any more, she stood up, her plate and glass rattling as she jarred the table.

“Ms. Quitada are you feeling okay?” Mr. Esquibel asked calmly and dispassionately.

“I’m fine sir,” she said uncertainly. “I just remembered that I left the stove on.” James’ eyes fell upon her  small chest. His eyes glazed over and his mouth  was dry. The words LUST… LUST… LUST continued to whisper in in Ms. Quitada’s mind as her arousal grew. “ I must take care of it.” she said, grabbing her plate, sliverware, and glass to take with her. Nervously, she tripped over her chair and her plate fell. She blushed and bent over, not realizing that her heavy skirt was clinging to the increasingly sexy curvature of her butt. As she stood up again, she could feel the eyes of Mr. Esquibel’s other guests focus upon her as she made her way around the room. Their eyes darting vaguely to her hips and butt. NO! I‘m trying to hide my body! she thought  I will not perpetuate sin! From deep inside, her subconscious whispered to her, Let them look upon you. This is what you want. the voice said seductively. You want them to desire you. You NEED it. As it spoke ,  she felt several new tingles of energy lock onto her. As it did more voices whispered the word LUST in her head. It was almost as if the men around the table, with the exception of Mr. Esquibel, had become drawn to her when she focused on her inner desires. It was as if they had heard her inner desires and were obeying. Absurd! she thought. Her subconscious voice spoke to her, almost seductively, Is it?  She looked around the room one last time. Several eyes were still locked to her. She left quickly.

“Where were we?…” Mr. Esquibel said.

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