Lights flickered as the high levels of arcane energy filled the air. Something unnatural was about to happen. The corners of the room were filled with the kind of darkness that lights only enhance. The pale blue walls seeming only as a mere suggestion that there was anything else in the beside the creator and his creation. a flat reinforced metal table was stood up in the center of it all and on it, a masterpiece. The piece in question: a Woman.... or at least what at some point and time several women. yet despite that she had the look of a woman who only just gave her last breath mere minutes ago. Almost as if she had just fallen asleep.
She was a huge woman nearly 6 nearly 7 feet tall, yet with a figure many women would kill for (and some had). her face had big expressive eye now closed in eternal sleep with big kissable lips, but not those of some cheap whore bloated and ugly, no these were shapely and classy..... the lips of lover. Carefully selected by the creator. every detail had to be just right. Her face had not hard jagged edges only nice supple curves, much like the rest of her body. The hair long and a deep crimson red. her neck bore a few scars from being put there onto another's body, but it had been fused there as clean as was possible with only few stitches needed. two blots stuck out from the sides of her otherwise flawless looking skin. below that were a pair of the most perky yet large breasts one could imagine. they were as plush and soft as they were big, capped with two pale pink nipples. large and quite tempting to grab and pinch. blow that was her plush soft tummy not fat but just enough squish to make it desirable, under that however we muscles from some of the strongest woman who had ever lived, hints of this strength just visible through the softness.
Her arms were athletic and toned but with gentle motherly hands. Right where her belly button would be was a ring of gold with a clear plate, a faint green glow emanating from within. Then came her lower half. her hips were the hips of a mother, wide with thick full thighs and great round butt. a thick lipped pussy laid between her legs a big clit hiding under its hood. all of this ending in pair of soft but strong feet, pretty to look at but ready to bare her wieght. There where stitches here and there keeping her together, but once she opened her eyes the body would keep itself together. And so there she was the perfect mother...... all that was left was to give her the gift of life.
She was a huge woman nearly 6 nearly 7 feet tall, yet with a figure many women would kill for (and some had). her face had big expressive eye now closed in eternal sleep with big kissable lips, but not those of some cheap whore bloated and ugly, no these were shapely and classy..... the lips of lover. Carefully selected by the creator. every detail had to be just right. Her face had not hard jagged edges only nice supple curves, much like the rest of her body. The hair long and a deep crimson red. her neck bore a few scars from being put there onto another's body, but it had been fused there as clean as was possible with only few stitches needed. two blots stuck out from the sides of her otherwise flawless looking skin. below that were a pair of the most perky yet large breasts one could imagine. they were as plush and soft as they were big, capped with two pale pink nipples. large and quite tempting to grab and pinch. blow that was her plush soft tummy not fat but just enough squish to make it desirable, under that however we muscles from some of the strongest woman who had ever lived, hints of this strength just visible through the softness.
Her arms were athletic and toned but with gentle motherly hands. Right where her belly button would be was a ring of gold with a clear plate, a faint green glow emanating from within. Then came her lower half. her hips were the hips of a mother, wide with thick full thighs and great round butt. a thick lipped pussy laid between her legs a big clit hiding under its hood. all of this ending in pair of soft but strong feet, pretty to look at but ready to bare her wieght. There where stitches here and there keeping her together, but once she opened her eyes the body would keep itself together. And so there she was the perfect mother...... all that was left was to give her the gift of life.