The Angel, The Succubus ... New Story I'm Working on (Patreon)

You woke up in the middle of a dark raining day. A distant dream of weird sexual fantasies falling into the obscurity of your rem cycle. You rise from the bed as you stare at the long mirror at the edge of your bed. You regard your ordinary face, not attractive or unappealing dark facial hair, and a slight stomach on you. You weren't obese, just a little overweight.

The mirror reflection brushes the sandy brown hair from your light brown eyes as you prepare for your nine to five shit show of a job. The last time you had a girlfriend was in your last year in high school. After prom, your date went home with a different dude. The worst night of your life haunted you for a long time. Your trust in women and their interior motives constantly kept you on your toes. You thought you saw a luminous radiant white glimmer in your left eye and the right eye progress a bloody red shot color, but when you try to catch a second glance there was nothing there.

You are 23 years old this past Friday. You spend it at work, doing a very mundane job. You had five tinder hooks up during the last few years to work out tension, but you hope to find a woman in the next few years. You look down at your five-inch nine-centimeter cock. You throw on a black pocket tee shirt and black work pants.

You clasp the doorknob ready to get wrapped up this rainy day already as a voice said. "Don't go."

You turn around to hunt the strange eerily somber voice. You head back into your loft to search if a homeless person has somehow infiltrated your place of living. You found nothing as your examination of your home discover nobody.

You prepare again to flee your cozy home, chalking up the voice toward you thinking inside your head too much. Your hand gets inches away from turning the knob again as another high low seductive voice coos in a candy-like sing-song voice. "Oh handsome please, we require you to communicate with us."

You rotate around again this time to see two incredibly gorgeous women donning a white dress and a red dress. The see-through material shows off the women's bountiful goods. The woman in red, large buxom pink nipples poked proudly through. The white purity woman's chest is narrowly smaller. But she wields smaller areolas. They stood next to each other. The Red with a gigantic wolf smile upon her mug, as the White held a somber depressed utterance upon her smooth face.

"Hello, John. I'm Anisa, I have been sent to give you the power of showing good to the earth human and giving you the capability of morphing your body to do good." The white dress blonde woman explained.

The dress in red, redheaded woman with her dummy thick thighs revealing through the sleek dress said. "Hi, Mr. terrific looking. I'm Lucille, I have been sent to give you the power of illustrating the nastier depraved wicked ways to the earth people and give you the capability of morphing your body to do the world end."

You look between the otherworldly women. Your heart stomping inside your chest as you must have become an instant Schizophrenia patient. You truly hope you weren't forced to play as a detective and discover you murder your wife and she drown your children.

You mutter out. "Who sent you?"

Anisa said. "That information can't be revealed yet."

Lucille said in a playful tone. "Mmm, why can't we. He's so cuteeee." She try to step over to you but the white dress vixen held her back. "Ohh your so not fun."

"I... Am I losing my mind? This fucking shit can't be real. Why would I be chosen? This doesn't..."

The white vixen said. "You're chosen because you are a fundamental basic person. You don't lean right or left. Political isn't your concern, your a blank piece of paper that our influence can fight over."

"What?" You start to hyperventilate as you wheeze in deep steady breaths.

The red golden lustful tan woman spoke. "Yes, we will battle and go to war for your desires for good or..." She jiggles her fat enchanting cleavage at you. "sin."

"I... So are these powers are they real or am I gradually relinquishing my sanity?" You said as your nerves overtook you.

They spoke in unison like creepy Siamese twins. "You can create what you deeply aspire to. Appearance, body, mind. We have granted you this ability together."

What is the first thing you choose to change about yourself?

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