I - The Awakening
“This isn’t right! I’m only ten for God’s sake!” A little blonde-haired girl wailed whilst writhing and crying. Ahead she could see the machine. The accursed black chained infernal machine of agony and woe. Surrounding the machine were numerous men and women all cloaked in jet black with inverted crosses on their backs as red as blood.
Within the machine sat one single jet black chair with the same blood-colored seat. A transparent vial full of dark red liquid rested to the left. A man-or what looked like a man with massive black horns stood jusr beside it. “Allison. My daughter. My beloved only child, it is finally your tenth birthday. The coming of age if you will.” The man had high cheekbones, dark leather-like reddish skin, massive hands with long thick black fingernails.
He had a massive muscular chest, thick arms, and a black pentagram necklace dangling from his thick neck. Allison could feel warm streams of tears roll down her cheek as she neared the horror show before her. Stories of past sufferers came to her mind. “It felt like molten steal coursing my veins.” Her best friend Nickie told her. A girl who is curvy, has green eyes, black hair, pale white skin and a long face.
Now that she has received her awakening she has only grown in beauty. Her legs are long, thick; her lips are plump with one piercing on the left side. She has perky breasts perfectly proportioned for her body, and a peculiar snake tattoo that wraps around her right leg.
Allison felt herself being strapped down to that horribly sturdy chair. An IV was administered to her; the deep red liquid quickly coursed down towards her veins. Not even moments in and a searing fiery pain overtook her. She winced at first, gritting her teeth—which were beginning to thicken. A loud booming scream erupted from her as the door to the machine hissed closed.
She lurched backwards as her spine started to snap and lengthen. Her hips were agonizingly stretching apart allowing the liquid to pour into her lengthening legs. Meat clung onto her growing bones. She watched in horror as her feet stretched slowly outward as did her calves.
Her chest bubbled like hot lava; she gazed down to see breasts beginning to form. Moments passed as her chest snapped and heaved allowing more room for her expanding breasts. Her hands popped; she watched her knuckles grow before her fingers shot out one by one. Long piano-fingers formed at a grueling pace.
She could feel her butt beginning to swell up only causing more meat to cling onto her already toned legs. Her lips quivered; she cried as they inflated and a ring formed in the center of her lower lip. Her hair grew down past her bubbling biceps and shoulders. Her skin began to burn drawing her attention. It turned a light tan starting at her legs and spreading quickly throughout her body.
And as long as it felt it took, it was over. The straps holding her in loosened. Trying to stand was like a chore to her. She collapsed as the machine’s door opened. Whispers began to emanate around her. “What are you saying?” She murmured. That familiar claw-like hand came before her eyes. “Daddy,” Allison exclaimed. The man hoisted her into his strong arms and carried her out to the rest of Pleasantville.
“My daughter; my little Allison…” She allowed him to hoist her into the air like a small child. Like what she used to be. “The awakening was-a-success!” Everyone around her cheered and whistled at her. One lonely tear dripped down her cheek. She felt herself smile before fatigue took her out.
