"Damn!" yelled Georgia as she laid a bottle of perfume on a chair in her art gallery. "I can't believe I trusted her! I'm an idiot! Zeus damn you, Shelly." Georgia then let out a sigh and went to dig out more clay from under her sink.
Georgia was an artist, one who specialized in sculptures. However, unlike other artists, there were two things about her that were unusual. First was that Georgia was a gorgon. A scaly silver skinned gorgon girl with black cobras for hair. The other thing that was unusual was that Georgia was 550ft tall. She lived in a world where monsters of mythology were as big as skyscrapers. Georgia lived in the Monster Arms apartment building in Horrorville.
The reason Georgia was so angry was because her neighbor, Shelly, had sold her a bottle of perfume that didn't smell at all pleasant. Because of that, Georgia had returned from a disastrous date. "That perfume that stupid kappa sold me smelled worse than a skunk ape on drugs! So much for my date with that hot Gashadokuro guy. Next time I see her, I'm going to make her into turtle soup.
Georgia let out a sigh. Her romantic life wasn't going so well. It was known as a fact by the rest of the all female (except for one male human) population of the apartment that Georgia was bisexual but all her recent dates had ended in complete disaster. That was one of the reasons she stayed indoors all day working on her projects.
Georgia took out a big lump of blue clay and then she sniffed at it. "Haven't used this in a long time. Now, if I could only think of the concept. The client told me she wanted a work of art that captured the living incarnation of horror. I think I'll make it look like Nefernina." Of course, Georgia was referring to her landlady, Nefernina-Su-Ancknamun, a gigantic pear-shaped mummy who ruled Monster Arms with an iron fist. With the except of Lupa, a werewolf who lived on the second floor, nobody in the apartment could stand Nefernina.
Georgia laughed as she laid the clay on a pedestal. "That's what I'll do. Only I'll make her look absolutely repulsive." At this point, Georgia forgot all about the perfume bottle on her chair and as she sat down to mold the clay, she accidentally broke the bottle and jumped up with a yell.
She felt the splattered perfume and broken glass on her orange jean-covered backside and grumbled to herself. "Damn you Shelly." What Georgia didn't notice was that the liquid seemed to be making her ass ripple and throb. But before she could even think about it, there was a knock on her door. "Now who could that be?" she asked.
Georgia walked up to the door, her butt seemingly swelling with every step. At the door was none other than...
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