Pleasures of the Flesh
| Pleasures of the Flesh | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 04 September 2022 |
| Location: | Somewhere in New York |
| Synopsis: | Lydia has been corrupted by the Old God Viscera, and decides to take her new found fleshcrafting powers out for a spin on an unsuspecting victim. WARNING! This scene contains graphic details of body horror. Scene is rated R |
| Cast of Characters: | Lydia Dietrich |
Statement of Lydia Dietrich regarding the first night after her nightmare. Original statement given September 4th, 2022.
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Okay, so, you have to remember that this was the night right after my nightmare. I had let the Predator part of me devour my love and empathy and probably snacked on my good sense on the side. I still thought that I had a strong moral compass, that I knew right from wrong but... obviously I didn't. So, when Viscera offered me power, I thought that I could take it and use it for good, and maybe use it against them when it finally came to fight them.
Flushed with power, I wanted to go out and give it a try. I wanted to kind of see how it would all work. So I went out clubbing. It's not something that I used to do, but you'd be surprised at how less embarrassing things are when you just don't care about how people will judge you. So I got on a slinky black dress, and I got the idea that I could hide my mutant power by turning it black and creating sexy heels for myself to wear. That way if anything happened, it'd be harder for people to recognize me.
One of the things that I had noticed when I let the Predator take over was that people seemed to... gravitate towards me. I turn heads when I walk into a room. I think it's a side effect of having discovered the being able to use the Vampire Mind Whammy. I was just kind of low key whammying everybody in the room. I tell you this because when I walked into the club... a straight club, by the way... I could tell who was attracted to me and who wasn't. Most of the men were, but I wasn't really interested in them. I mean, I would take one if there weren't any other options.
Fortunately, there was a rather plain looking woman who looked like she was having a miserable time at the bar. It was obvious her straight friends dragged her to the club, and this wasn't her scene. I caught her checking me out, so I went up to her to brighten her night, and eventually she agreed to ditch her friends and take me back to her place. Now, you have to understand something: I did /not/ use the Vampire Mind Whammy on her. I wasn't that far gone at that point. Everything happened that night was consensual. Well. Almost everything. Everything but the end.
So we get back to her place and we do a bit more flirting and eventually we go back to her bedroom to have sex. It was the first sex I had since I broke up with Raven and had the Predator not taken over I'm not sure I would have been able to do it. As it is it was fine. Not the mind blowing kind of sex that I had before, and I don't honestly know of that was because the Predator made it hard for me to really... /care/ how she felt, or whether or not we just weren't that compatible.
But I digress. I fed during the sex, revealing my vampiric nature, and she was more okay with it than I had thought she'd be. So we talked for a little while. I'd ask her questions about her life, and she'd ask me questions about what it's like being a vampire. Eventually I direct the conversation to my newfound powers of fleshcrafting and I hint that I could make her pretty. Beautiful even. I do a little demonstration by healing and smoothing over a rather nasty appendicitis scar, and she agrees, but only just a little bit.
I put her into a trance so she doesn't feel anything or squirm about and I set to work. First thing I do is I give her a bit of a tummy tuck. I just... /touched/ her skin, and could feel the fat beneath my fingers melt away. I was surprised at how easy it was, how pliable fat is, so I decide to go a little further and give her a little extra in the back. Breasts are a little more complicated. Mammary glands aren't quite like fat cells, so it took a bit more concentration to give her a bigger chest. Not too big, though. Didn't want for her to throw out all her bras. Just a bit of a lift and shaping.
I didn't stop there, though. I decided to go in and give her hips. Bones are... /were/ the most difficult to shape. The most resistant to change. Laying on hands wasn't enough for me to get her pelvis to reshape itself. I had to... dig my fingers /into/ her flesh and grab a hold of the bones directly. You would think that there would have been a lot of blood but there wasn't. My fingers just sunk in and parted her flesh like it always had holes /just/ for my fingers to fit into. It was good that I had put her under because the sounds that her pelvis made made even me in the state that I was in cringe. That would... go away soon enough, though.
Then I came to her face. I... Oh god. Okay. It started out simple enough. Shape the eybrows, smooth over some wrinkles, give her a clear complexion, that sort of thing. But then I looked at her and I thought, 'I can do better. I can make her /gorgeous./ So I set out to do that. The sounds... the sounds her skull made were horrific. I shaped her nose, smoothed out her jawline, raised her cheekbones a bit. Her bones cracked under my fingers, as I broke them to reform them into something more aesthetically pleasing to me. I... was disturbed by the sound, but as I got into my work, I began to revel in it.
I worked for hours, sculpting, shaping, /changing/ her into something that I felt no person on earth could resist. When it was done it was just so satisfying. The same kind of feeling I'd get when I finally finish a story, but times ten. She was a work of art crafted by /my/ hands. Still, as I sat there looking at her, something felt wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it and the more I looked at her the more wrong it all began to feel. It wasn't a crisis of conscience, I'm afraid to say. It was something else.
And to my horror I finally figured out what it was. I knew this face. I knew it so intimately that I had subconsciously worked her into it. It was a face I looked into and was in love with for nearly a year. I didn't recognize it at first because her skin wasn't a cobalt blue, but I had given her Raven's face.
I don't know. I panicked after that. I woke her up and whammied her to forget me, to forget what I did. I didn't even implant a suggestion that would explain what had happened to her. For all she knew she went home after the club and woke up in somebody else's body. I... I never found out what happened to her. I never looked. I know I should go back... I know where she lives. It's... this is the only time where I wish I still had the power. I wish I could fix her, put her back the way she was.
I went back home after that. After a while, I calmed down and started to think about what I had done, and the more I thought, the less ashamed I felt, and the more possibilities came to mind. I needed to know better how the body worked. I needed to experiment. This was how I came to build The Workshop, but, you know what happened with that. I guess that's it, then.
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