Chapter III: The Pool Game

Brenda walked out of her dorm and headed toward the end of the wing. She
pressed the button from the elevator and listened as the elevator made it's
slow ascent to the fifth floor of Brenda's dorm. Brenda didn't want to go out
to a club this late, but she figured she'd try out her new looks downstairs
in the dorm's own recreation center.

She got in the elevator and pushed the cold metal button for the basement.
The elevator made its way toward the basement, but stopped on the third floor
for a couple. Brenda smiled at the two and noticed that both had their
attention focused on Brenda's cleavage as they entered the elevator. Brenda
politely asked what floor they wanted and they both replied "one please."
Brenda pushed the button and continued to stare forward, but noticed through
her peripheral vision that the guy was eyeing her up while the girl looked at
her date with disappointment. The elevator reached the lobby and they both
exited while Brenda mentally smiled at her newfound ability to demand the
attention of onlookers.

The elevator door closed and the descent continued until the basement was
reached. Brenda stepped out into the haven of loud music, foosball, pool and
video games. Brenda, who was decent enough at pool, spotted an open table and
cued up. Before she was even able to break, several guys approached her and
asked if they could play on the table. Brenda said she was playing eight ball
and offered to play against one of them. Since there were five guys there,
four would be losers had it not been for the suggestion that team eight ball
could be played. Brenda agreed, but that still meant two guys had to go.

"Listen guys, this is my table, so I'm not leaving. You guys work out which
two get to play somewhere else." Brenda told the pack. The guys looked at
each other and walked over to a corner of the room to settle their
differences. Three guys returned to play with Brenda and, not surprisingly,
they happened to be the three biggest of the five. It seems that threatened
with a fight, the two smaller males backed off. It was the age-old struggle
for mating dominance and the two weakest lost out.

As one of the guys racked up the balls, Brenda picked the teams and was told
that she should break. Brenda agreed and moved toward the end of the table to
take her shot. The whole room's attention was focused on her as she bent over
to take her shot. The three guys, having strategically positioned themselves
on the opposite side of the table, got a picturesque view of Brenda's D-cup
wonders. The view from behind was quite breathtaking as well.

The pool game progressed in the same manner as the break. It was pretty
uneventful until it was Brenda's turn to take a shot. Then the entire room's
attention would focus on her while she leaned over the table, exposing her
awe-inspiring cleavage, to make her shot. No one cared at all about the game,
least of all the three guys in it. Brenda loved the reaction she got out of
everyone in the room. After several games, Brenda remarked that she'd be
heading back home. She turned down the three guys she was playing with along
with some other courageous guys who had been watching her playing pool. Her
excuse was that she needed some sleep, but she just wanted to go make a few
more changes. Brenda figured it'd be fun to try out several different "looks"
and see which one got the best response from the guys.

Brenda made her way back to her dorm without to many leering eyes, but one
guy, who was obviously a bit drunk, grabbed her breasts on the elevator ride
up. "You've got some nice titbags." he said as she got off the elevator.
Brenda slapped him and continued on her way to the dorm. She knew she could
call the cops or file a complaint, but she was hardly in the mood to fill out
forms that night. She was too anxious to return to her room and try out her
power a bit more.

Chapter II: A Few Changes

Brenda made a mental note to evaluate her actions more carefully in order to
avoid the curse that went with her new ability. Eager and curious to see how
it worked, Brenda made her way over to her dorm's small wall mirror. She
looked in it and decided to test out the ability with something small. She
looked at her hair and imagined it changing colors from brunette to blonde.
She firmly believed in the "blondes have more fun" stereotype, so she decided
she'd try out being a blonde for awhile. The change from brunette to blonde
lasted about ten seconds. Brenda was amazed at the woman that was staring
back at her. Her new hair looked exactly like she had envisioned it in her
imagination. She wasn't at all sure why she was surprised. After all, she
didn't doubt her power, but something in the back of her head made her think
the old man was a phony. Her suspicion was quickly dismissed with the success
of her transformation, though.

Brenda jumped up on her bed and lay down, thinking about all the different
aspects she could change about herself. Her train of thought was interrupted
when she heard the rattling of keys and her doorknob turning. She looked over
to see her roommate, Jeri, returning home.

"I guess things didn't work out with you and Brian if you are home this
early." Jeri said.

"He didn't even show up. The bastard ." Brenda commented with a tone of
disgust.

"Ahh, I see. Well, it looks like you went out and dyed your hair instead.
I didn't know any salons were open at this time of night." Jeri said.

"I didn't go to a salon. It's a long story, but I'll try to give you a recap.
I met this strange old coot who gave me the power to magically change any
part of my body or clothing. Now, I know you aren't going to believe me, so
I'll show you." Brenda said as she got up and walked toward the room's mirror.
She looked into the mirror and they both watched in amazement as Brenda's
cloths changed from a nice dating outfit into cutoff jean-shorts and a tee
shirt. Brenda's hair also reverted to brunette, its natural color. "There. I
told you so." Brenda said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Holy shit! This is amazing. Have you tried it with anything else? How'd you
get it? Where can I get it? Damn." Jeri said at a rip-roaring pace.

"Calm down. I just finished using it when you walked in. I haven't done
anything else, but I'm going to try soon. I just want to think of something
first." Brenda replied.

"Wow. That is so cool." Jeri told Brenda.

"Yeah, no kidding. I think I'm going to do a complete make over now. Watch
this." Brenda remarked. Brenda looked in the mirror and concentrated. Her
hair turned back to a dusty blonde and she gained four inches, bring her to
five feet ten inches. Brenda continued to concentrate on herself and removed
all hair follicles from her legs, arms and armpits. She concentrated even
more and felt the actual roots of the hair removed as well. Brenda continued
by removing a birthmark on her left leg. Pleased with her initial changes,
Brenda persisted on. "Watch this." she said to Jeri. Brenda looked back at
the mirror and saw the freckles, which adorned her face and body, disappear.
After removing the blemishes, Brenda gave her skin a darker tan and made sure
to remove her bikini lines. Her skin was now free from any kind of
discoloration or blemish.

"Oh damn." Jeri said, watching in amazement at Brenda's changes. "That was
too much. This is the greatest thing I've seen since makeup. I've gotta get
this."

"You ain't seen nothing yet! I've got much more to do." Brenda exclaimed.
Brenda turned her attention back to the mirror and concentrated on her
breasts. She felt exhilarated as her B-cup tits billowed out, passing C-cup
and into the realm of full D-cups. Brenda's bra and shirt complained by
tightening, but Brenda fixed that with a change in her clothes. Her tee shirt
transformed into a nice shirt with a very generous v-plunge. Her bra
responded to the changes by expanding outward in order to contain Brenda's
new D-cup wonders. Brenda, feeling she should show a bit more cleavage,
changed her bra into a tight push-up that embellished her new curves.

Brenda, still in the mood for more change, turned around and faced her ass
toward the mirror. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror and commanded
her ass to tighten and firm. It responded, making the view from behind almost
as much of a treat as from the front. Brenda, overjoyed, continued. Her waist
thinned and her legs smoothed. Brenda felt a miniskirt would be more
appropriate with her new look, so her cutoff jean shorts changed into one of
the tightest miniskirts Brenda had ever imagined possible. Brenda and Jeri
both looked in the mirror in amazement as the bombshell Brenda had become.
Brenda was dressed to kill and had the body to match.

"Whoa!" Jeri said, still in amazement of Brenda's power and new looks. "That
is so impressive. I guess you never have to worry about getting stood up
again. Any guy who would stand you up now would be either gay or blind. With
looks like that you could have every guy in town. Just take your pick, shit.
I can't believe it. I would kill to look like that." Jeri said in awe.

"Pretty trippy, eh." Brenda joked, peering into the mirror to check her
outfit. "I just got the coolest idea. I'll check ya later. I'm going out."
Brenda told Jeri.

Jeri just stood at the door with her mouth open, thinking she'd wake up from
a dream any second now. This just defied belief.

Synopsis: A demon from hell is sent back to earth to create souls for hell. He rescues a girl about to get raped then grants her the power to change herself, BUT if she commits any sins, no matter how insignificant, she becomes a characture of what she wished for. Enjoy her horror struct realization of just how extreme that characturization can become.
An American In Hell

Chapter I: The Gift

Brenda hated walking back from the movies. In between her dormitory and the
movie theater was a very bad section of town. Drug dealers, vagrants and
prostitutes frequented the place. She would have felt better had she been
walking back with her date, but he never showed up to meet her at the movie.
She told herself not to date one of the animals from Delta House, but she
hadn't gone out with anyone in a month. Now that she did find someone, he
didn't bother to show up for the movie. She knew why he didn't show up. She
was positive it was another girl. The guys of Delta House had a reputation of
asking out every girl they could find and then just choosing to go out with
the best looking one that accepted their offer. After tonight's incident,
though, she wouldn't ever accept a date from one of those animals ever again.

As Brenda approached the bad section of town, her pace quickened and her
adrenaline started pumping. She gripped her purse with the strength of a vice
and walked as fast as she could through the area. Brenda, who by now was fully
alert, went into fight or flight mode as she heard a homeless man ruffling
through the trash. She walked faster as she passed the alley and was now
almost in a complete run.

Brenda looked ahead and saw what was obviously a gang. They were still pretty
far ahead of her, but they'd notice her soon if she didn't do something. Her
only other alternative would be to cut through an ally to her left. She knew
the ally would cut through to the next street, but it was obvious that there
were some people in the ally. She decided she'd take her chances with the
ally rather than the gang.

As she walked through the ally, Brenda knew she'd be an excellent target for
rape if she took her chances with the gang. Brenda stood five foot six inches
tall and had an excellent figure. She had a nice round ass with perky B-cup
breasts. Brenda dressed well for her date that night, and feared that would
only encourage a gang to rape her.

Brenda approached the end of the ally, but before she could exit an old man
blocked her path. "Hello Ms. Jenson," the man said as he moved to make sure
she couldn't pass.

"Please let me go," Brenda said, her voice filled with fear.

"Don't worry miss. I have no intention on harming you. I want to help you. In
fact, I'd like to grant one of your deepest wishes. I can also get you out of
here. Please, just invite me into your home and we can talk there," the old
man said.

"Just let me go. Please," Brenda pleaded.

"I will. Just say 'take me home' and I will let you go," the old man insisted.

"Fine. Take me home. Now please--," Brenda said as she was cut off. Before
she could finish her sentence, Brenda and the old man both appeared in her
dorm. "What just happened," Brenda asked.

"Simple. You asked me to 'take you home' and I did so," the old man replied.
"Remember, I'm here to help you."

"Who are you? How did you do these things," Brenda asked in confusion.

"Also very simple. I have been put on this Earth to help people. I'm from
the afterlife you see. I wish to help you. You happened to run into me and
you were distressed, so I figured I would help you," the old man said.

"Oh my God! Oops I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to take the lord's
name in vain. Wow. I better start going to Church. I just figured all that
was made up. I didn't really believe in religion much. Oh wow," said Brenda,
who was so excited she couldn't compose her thoughts. "How are you going to
help me? I mean if you still want to help me?"

"I do still want to help you. As I look deep into your soul, I find that envy
is your biggest sin. You are very modest, kind, caring, loving, and generous.
You don't seem to be content with what you have, however," the old man told
her.

"Nonsense," Brenda said. "I know I'm not rich, but I don't have much need for
wealth. Sure, I might have a passing want for money now and then, but I don't
let it rule my life."

"I don't mean that kind of envy. You want something else entirely. There is
no use pretending around me. You are extremely envious of other women. You
want the power to simply look at a man and have him lust after you. You want
men to keep their dates with you and not break them for some other sorority
bimbo. You want a body that is only given to several hundred women around the
world. Please, stop me if I'm wrong," the old man told her.

"No, you're right. That is what I want. How could you possibly help me with
that?" Brenda asked.

"What if I told you that I could give you the ability to change the shape of
your body at will along with the clothes that you were wearing," the old man
asked. "How would that sound?"

"You're serious? You'd really do that," Brenda asked.

"I would," the old man replied. "There would just be one small catch. In
return for my generosity, you would need to promise not to sin. That means
you could no longer commit any acts of wrath, gluttony, envy, avarice, pride,
sloth or lust. Doing any of these would result in you losing your power and a
bastardization of it being performed on your body. You'd become a mockery of
your vision. This is serious, but I'm sure you can control yourself," the old
man explained.

"I'll take it! After all, I wouldn't have anything to envy if I changed my
body to my image of perfection," Brenda said with confidence.

"Very well. Simply look in a mirror and think of what you would like changed
and it will happen. You must be looking at mirror in order to control the
changes, however." the old man explained to her. The old man's eyes lighted
up a bright red. The light became brighter until the entire room was
illuminated with red light. Brenda closed her eyes, blinded by the bright
light, and waited for the light to pass. She opened her eyes a bit to squint
and saw that the bright light was gone. She opened her eyes completely to
find that the man had disappeared as well. A strange voice that vaguely
sounded like the old man's filled the room, "Remember my warning Brenda, do
not succumb to sin."