Camp of Blessing (re-write)[F/F/Size/Demon/Transform./Corruption/Nuns/ Inflation]

The toothbrush fell to the floor once again, followed by a grumpy mumble from Kristanna "Ahh... crap". The girl lazily bent down to grab it, her shoulder-length, blood red hair falling casually on her face with her movement. Her reflection in the mirror had the "lazy morning face" on. Eyelids half down covering her sea green eyes partially, her red lips covered in toothpaste foam. However sleepy she was now, her beauty was undeniable, showing symmetrical features and a smooth skin, with a hint of freckles on her cheek. She washed the brush after picking it up and continued to lazily brush her teeth trying to wake herself up in the process.

Kristanna had just turned eighteen. But to most onlookers she would pass as much older, clearly having matured early. As she moved her arms holding the brush, her generous breasts jiggled left and right under her pajamas, which were strangely "glued" to her skin by a sticky mixture. Her orbs were soft and heavy, yet extremely firm, each one easily reaching the size of a cantaloupe. She wore her favorite and most comfortable set of white pjs, the pants were supposed to be loose, but her thick thighs, wide hips and equally generous ass cheeks filled them up completely making them skin tight.

She thought about how today was probably going to play out: go to school, dodge the horny boys, pretend to like people, be social and blend in etc. She was almost done with school and she couldn't wait to finally be free to explore the world, see new things and different people. Maybe finally she wouldn't feel like an outsider. She had no idea of how she was gonna do that exactly, but her heart hungered for more than the life she currently had, selfishly of course. She was a teenager after all, even if not a typical one.

Deep in her heart Kristanna knew how lucky she had been to have been adopted by the Smiths, the family she had been living with for the last five years. She had fled the home she was born at, a young child alone in the world. The reasons she never talked about, perhaps not even with herself in her own mind. Somehow she had blocked most of those early memories, the ones she actually remember she just wanted to forget. So she managed to get away, with no place to go as a young pre-teen she found herself abandoned in the street. It wasn't long until she ended up thrown into a government institution.

Months later, the Smiths adopted her. It wasn't their original plan to choose an older child, but there was a captivating aura on Kristanna, she was so beautiful, her red hair locks gave her an almost angelic look. The Smiths were a very generous family, deeply Christian and religious, they decided to give Kristanna a second chance out of the goodness of their hearts. She now had a sister called Sarah who was roughly the same age, and parents that loved her and treated her as a daughter.

The Smiths were far from the perfect family of course, the same Christianity that made them kind and generous also made them harsh and narrow minded. They practically forced Kristanna to go to church and follow their traditions every day, traditions the girl had never been used to. Nevertheless she accepted them, she was flexible and did what she had to do in order to survive. The girl figured it was a small price to pay for their kindness on adopting a twelve year old, most of them only left the orphanage when they turned eighteen. In another scenario she could have ended up on the hands of some kind of pervert, sexual criminal or serial killer for all she knew.

The Smiths were never violent, but sensible minds could see the fear-mongering tactics, as if there was a veil of threat on their every statement whenever the kids would "misbehave". Not directly from them, but from "Jesus" of course. It wasn't the nice and kind Peter Smith or the traditional housewife Amanda Smith that did not approve of her behavior, it was Jesus, the son of God, creator of the universe. Every wrong they did was condemning their soul to hell unless the repented and made amends. Amanda and Peter saw themselves as mere "messengers of the Lord", they repeated as they pointed to one of the many crosses that hanged on the walls of their house.

Kristanna never argued or confronted them, but deep inside sh

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